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The city screamed like an old whore, looking for one last screw before calling it a night. Its noise drowned out everything; hope, morality, and good will were a whisper on the dirty streets, lost amidst a sea of crashing elevated transit, nightclubs, and greed. Thunder rumbled in the distance, distant flashes filling the night sky's horizon somewhere beyond all the stink, and traffic, and people.

It'd get to anyone after awhile. You just did what you could to ignore it.

Sansenite--Sans to his friends--had chosen music as his escape. The Shiba Inu moved through the streets with a hard-earned invisibility, his headphones filling his head with thoughts brighter than the fluorescent streetlights flickering noisily overhead. He saw the gangs, he saw the drug users, he saw the hookers, and he saw the predators, but they never saw him. His apartment was just a few blocks from the well-built canine's gym, and he'd made the journey hundreds of times; what went on outside of his music wasn't his problem, anyway.

When had things started going so bad? It had to be the food shortages. It was small at first, only the poorest in the country were affected. The farmers were heading to the cities, and the big corporations were moving into farming; new regulations, and newer technology, had begun to make crops and livestock unprofitable though, and the companies had packed up and gone back to where they'd come from. With no-one to fill the void, hunger had become a national question, and the answer had been to ignore it.

Whatever, right?

The problem had spread, and finally, when the last food bank shut down, the decision had to be made. President Sullivan had made it with great fanfare, and only the best speechwriters were brought in to create a National Address that'd go down in history as either the answer to the nation's woes, or the final nail in its coffin. Sullivan went off script, but that's why people loved him; tell it like it is, even if all it's all shit anyway.

_ "So, 'dere's too many of us, right? 'ows about we just start lettin' 'dem predators go back to doin' what they was doin'? Less people, more food, ba-bing! Problem solved, am I right?"_

The populist New Yorker had a way with words, and the people ate it up, literally in some cases. The decision was passed into law several weeks later after an expedited trip through the process. Predation would be legalized throughout the country. Jobs opened up with unimagined regularity. Food requirements plummeted. Sullivan's popularity skyrocketed. Things were good... if you were a predator.

It'd taken a year before the new law began to show some rust. Predation and thrill-killing became too similar to differentiate under the law. When the law was revised to cover only ingestion of prey, new forms of ingestion appeared as predators craved the kill more than they needed it. Creativity became the norm, and the unthinkable became the every-day.

Sans skirted the mouth of an alleyway, his head held low and his eyes pointedly avoiding the scene unfolding down amidst the boxes and old dumpsters. He could just imagine the look of fear and submission on the rabbit's face though; he could hear the pleas, and smell the arousal of the burly fox standing above the cowering prey. He trembled at the thought of those jaws opening to take the rabbit's throat out, and end the preyfur's life. That was if the rabbit was lucky.

Bio-mods had followed the new predation laws like clockwork. EAT THEM WHOLE! declared genetic-resequencing mods that--after a few messy revisions--had taken the predator-community by storm. FEEL 'EM WIGGLE ALL THE WAY DOWN!' It turned the act of eating into a sport, and new leagues were opening up in every field. Breast mods, cock mods, mods that'd turn your body to jelly, mods that'd make your bite a powerful aphrodisiac. They were a cash-cow that only fueled the depravity of the whole thing.

The economy improved, and no-one cared about the how, or why.

The rabbit knew the answer to those hows, and whys, though. He knew it, but it wouldn't save him as the fox's jaws distended, and the prey's body--rank with sweat--readied itself to serve its role in nature. Food.

Sans kept walking. What could he do? It was all nice and legal.

The canine's curled tail wagged lightly as one of his favourite songs began to play, leaving the grim scene behind him both in body and spirit. It was only two more blocks back to his place, and there was a solid line-up of tv ahead of him this evening. A bit of a smile stole across the golden-furred boy's muzzle; maybe things weren't that bad after all.

The building-faces he'd been walking along gave way to a large parking lot. Several broken streetlights left pools of darkness floating amongst the safety of the streetlights' glow. He cut across it without a thought; one street over now and he'd be at his front door, ready to shed the day like a rotting coat and ease his way into the night.

The hand that caught him by the shoulder wasn't part of the dog's plan though, and as he gaped at it in surprise, the ferrety-looking male that stepped from the shadows grinned. A pair of rams horns curled from his mop of shaggy brown hair. The thin striped-sleeve t-shirt he wore emphasized the hard-lined contours of the hybrid's sleek muscles, and the slight paunch of his stomach.

"Where're you going?" Kolby asked.

Sans froze up for several seconds, finally managing a shaky, "I'm just heading home, is all. Look, buddy, just let go, will ya?" His hand came up to brush away the curled fingers of the hybrid, only to find them tighten against his flesh. The unbuttoned denim coat Sans wore did little to protect him from the cruelty of those fingers' grip, and he winced as the ferram's nails dug into him.

The Shiba Inu had the body of a well-built man, but the canine had the mentality of prey. Working the body so rarely meant working the mind too, and it showed in the fear that gleamed in his eyes now. He was bigger than the ferram, but he still found his limbs frozen with dread.

"Just heading home?" Kolby's voice took on a playful undertone to it. Despite the crushing grip of his hand on Sans' shoulder, the smaller male's body language became something nearing affectionate as it pressed in against the canine. "How about you stay here and play with me for awhile instead?"

Sans could feel the other male's cock through the ferram's nylon shorts, the black shorts highlighted by neon green piping running along the hem and sides of the too-small garment. It was warm, and hard, and so happy to see him. The canine blushed, eyes widening as his body instinctively tried to pull away. The ferram's fingers held him tight still, however, and his other hand moved to secure a grip on the Shiba's hip.

"How about it? We could have some real fun", the hybrid continued. "Nobody even needs to know."

"Look, I---" Sans began, only to be shoved backwards roughly. The canine stumbled, his ass hitting the brick wall of an adjacent building. In seconds he was wrapped back up in the embrace of the hybrid, the smaller male's brown eyes turned up to stare almost longingly at the canine.

"would love to? That's what you were about to say, right?" The hybrid was practically coo'ing with desire now. His hands trailed along Sans body even as the flustered dog's mind reeled, trying to come to terms with what was happening.

"I'm not really into... that kinda thing. I just don't like it..." the Shiba admitted, as though the hybrid were the kind of guy to give much of a shit about it. The ferram's only reply was a squeeze of the Shiba's cock and balls through the canine's grey trackpants. How long had it been since he'd been touched like that by someone else? The Shiba Inu's body leaned back, his coat falling open to expose the defined abs of his belly as a hand moved to shove the ferram's hand away from his crotch.

The hybrid resisted. His fingers worked over Sans' dick, tweaking and tugging at the growing package before the Shiba finally shoved the hand away. It moved, instead, to tear at the button-snaps that ran down the side of the pants, opening them up and all but tearing them off of the shocked canine. Sans still wore his workout gear underneath, a pair of red spandex briefs that now held the growing length of his prick like a hammock. Kolby chortled at the discovery.

"Nice panties"

Sans began to struggle just then, catching the hybrid by surprise and even managing to overpower him enough to break free. The dog turned to run, but only got three steps before he felt Kolby's foot hit the back of one knee. The Shiba crumpled, his hand shooting out to brace against the cement. When the weight of the hybrid fell on the canine's back, he fell face-first to the ragged pavement of the parking lot.

The Shiba's helplessness coursed through his thoughts like a bloody river. It locked up his muscles, leaving him trembling beneath Kolby's body even as the ferram's tongue ran across the base of Sans' neck. Hard fingers dug into Sans' sides, stripping his coat from him with a series of rough and awkward tugs. The denim jacket was discarded, tossed back towards the puddled fabric of the dog's pants. He could feel Kolby's dick grinding against his spandex-clad ass, and his eyes clenched shut as he shook like a pup on a cold day. All of his weightlifting, and sparring, and training, were rendered moot as the boy's mind quivered in the throes of fear-induced stasis.

"Now, about that fun..." Kolby murmured, the rhythmic thrusting of the horny ferram's cock dragging lower on the prone canine's body. The feeble struggles that Sans did put up were easily thwarted, the canine trying to roll over only to find his shoulders pressed to the ground. "Move again, and this gets a whole lot more unpleasant... for you." The threat cut through the hybrid's feigned playfulness, a sharp dagger thrust through a soft pillow. Sans relented, melting into a puddle of terror that escaped him only as a loud howl; the city didn't care.

A warmth spread over his toes just then, preceded only by the chilled tickle of the night air against his bare feet as his sneakers were pulled off and discarded. The warmth had a dampness to it that the boy could only imagine was the hybrid licking his feet... or.... or.... a new panic blossomed.

"H-Hey! I'm not prey! You can't do this! I'm not a prey species!"

"Well, kid. You sure as hell aren't much of a predator." The hybrid's answer was quick, and unmuffled... but that warmth still seeped across the hybrid's feet; how could he talk and lick at the same time!?

Sans dared to look over his shoulder, and a second cry wrenched itself from his throat. The hybrid was kneeling by the Shiba's feet, rearing up above him like a snake ready to strike. His hips were thrust forward, and his nylon shorts were pushed down to his knees. The smaller male's cock, however, was what held the canine's attention. It was rock hard, but still seemed to hold some unnatural elasticity. It had widened at the tip, and the dog's feet were planted firmly in its glistening opening. Even as the canine watched, the warm, pink flesh rolled over his ankles.

The scream that gurgled on his lips was mirrored by a heated moan from the hybrid, whose paws still held the back of the dog's thighs as his prick engulfed the tight young muscles of the panicked gym-dog. His paws scrabbled at the pavement, claws digging into cracks in the cement as though it'd save him from what was coming. Through it all, the worst was the aching need of his cock in his spandex briefs. The tight material held it flat against him, its tip pressed into his lower-belly like an iron spike.

"Please! No! Come on! Stop! Help!" The dog began yelling out whatever came to mind, the wasted pleas filling the silent minutes as the hybrid's dick engulfed him. Pre-cum oozed around his legs, soaking into his yellow fur and causing it to spike out like some punk kid's hairdo. He could smell it churning, the low salty muskiness of it tying a knot in the Shiba's belly that only amplified the throbbing need of his spandex-covered dick. He could feel his own pre-cum leaking into the fabric, darkening the tip as his feeble struggles continued.

Kolby's--now gentler--thrusts continued unabated. His dick crawled upwards along Sans' legs, devouring his knees and thighs as though they were some delicacy to be savoured. The pink flesh of his shaft bulged with the meat caught inside it, the whole thing seeming to grow as needed to accommodate the boy it was slurping up. It was a tightness that sent shivers up Kolby's spine, his brown hair dotted with sweat as he greedily gobbled up the canine if for no other reason than his own enjoyment.

When he ingested the canine's hips, he thought he was going to cum--a feeling shared, but never admitted to, by his prey--and let out a low cry. His balls had begun to distend as well, and his knees began to spread to allow for the growing girth of his cock and balls. He took Sans' belly with a forceful shove, the canine's lower body now sealed in a pre-cum filled tube of hungry meat. It was visible through the unnatural dick-walls, each contour of the doomed Shiba Inu highlighted by the throbbing mass.

Finally, Sans mind clicked back on, and he began to fight once more. How long had it been since he'd first looked down? It could have been seconds for all he knew. His paws moved, battering at the cock-head creeping along his body. His own shaft was about to burst. He could feel his bare feet squishing into something new, as though he'd stepped into a balloon filled with watered down pudding. There was no slowing the now-massive prick of the smirking hybrid. Kolby was on his hands and knees, straddling his own dick as it sucked up the Shiba's ribs.

He couldn't feel his feet anymore.

The strange pudding-like substance had grown warm first, and now it had seemingly disappeared. More of the Shiba's body descended into it, but each time it was the same; he would feel it, it would grow warm, then he would lose all feeling in that part of his body. Sans had no time to solve that mystery, however. His arms were forced up above his head as his shoulders were pulled in. Though there was another brief spate of resistance, Sans pushing at the monsterish cockhead even as it grew closer to his head, it was futile.

As the musky wash of pre-cum globbed across his face, the fragrant opening into the hybrid's cock looming voraciously against his chin, Sans felt his own cock explode with pleasure. Deep in the root of the hybrid's dick, the captured canine's cock shuddered and gushed with an impotent stream of his own cum. His briefs were already soaked through by the hybrid's juices, and the boy's cream was like spitting into an ocean. It caught in his briefs, diluted by the pre-cum of the dominant predator, and was washed away harmlessly even as the canine's hips descended into that warm pudding-like substance.

Sans' eyes rolled back as his head was sucked into the opening, pre-cum filling his nose and mouth as it threatened to choke him with its ever-thickening abundance. His hips were gone in a flash of heat, his orgasm only half-finished as the remaining portion of his body seemed to grow... emptier somehow. Sans gurgled once more, the sound lost in the fleshy walls that pressed against him from every angle. His last thought was of his fingers brushing against the hybrid's cocktip before they too were devoured.

Kolby sighed morosely as the last of the Shiba disappeared into his monstrous hard-on. He could barely walk. Between the size of his dick, and the weight of his balls, ferram was forced to simply lay atop his own dog-filled meat and let the bio-mod do its work.

Wisps of white were already appearing in his leaking pre-cum as his balls began to overflow with the thick cum being held in them. The bio-mod would break the dog's body down even as it entered his sack, ensuring prompt disposal and maximum pleasure with minimal discomfort. He could feel the pleasure of another successful hunt blossoming in his mind, and wrapping his body in a heat that left him trembling with delight. His balls felt as heavy as bowling balls, and though his dick was already starting to shrink--remaining mind-numbingly rigid even as it did--but it was still far too large for him to move comfortably.

Slowly, the hybrid rolled back, the sounds of the city washing over him as thoroughly as the pre-cum spurting from his well-fed shaft. His shorts hung off of one ankle, and his t-shirt was rolled up to expose the plush roundness of his belly. He could feel his balls ready to churn out the excess fluids they'd built up after digesting the Shiba; some preferred to hold the prey in there for awhile, but he'd opted for the quick-melt mod, it was what came next that mattered to him.

Ready for the geyser, the hybrid was astonished when darkness fell across his eyes suddenly. A familiar muskiness filled his nose, but it wasn't the smell he was used to, it held some slight nuance to it... something that marked it as distinctly not his. The hybrid's hands lifted as a short shriek ripped from his throat, his paws finding hot yielding flesh surrounding his head.

"Oh shit! Oh sh--" the predator-turned-prey's cries were cut short by the all-encompassing heat of another predator's dick sliding over his mouth. Pre-cum trickled down his throat before it became a gush that had the hybrid sputtering. His body jerked this way and that, like a fish caught on a skillet. His hands continued to push, but the predator was undaunted.

Jacob stood above the struggling ferram. He'd watched the whole thing from the shadows, and when the time had been right... he'd struck. The cassowary's black feathered body was naked, his clothing laying in a pile nearby. The blue feathers of his head glistened in the streetlamps as sweat trickled down his beak. Grunts of effort stole from his mouth, as his black-fleshed cock worked its way down to Kolby's shoulders.

"Not so tough now, are ya?" teased the cassowary with a smug certainty.

His eyes never left the distended orbs of the ferram as they jostled about, heavy with cum, Kolby's dick jutting upwards as it continued to shrink back towards its original size. They were still twice as large as when he'd first started taking the Shiba, who had long since finished his journey down into the hybrid's deadly sac to end his life as a wad of spunk.

The hybrid had no chance. His choked cries were only barely audible outside of the cassowary's dick, and Jacob wasn't listening anyway. His hips rolled with ease, his cock growing as the hybrid's had only moments earlier. With gravity on his side he easily devoured Kolby's shoulders, chest and belly. When his hips approached, the cassowary rolled forward slightly, letting his body lean down to lick along the hybrid's cock as it waved about in the air. His beak nipped at the tip, and that was all it took for the hideously horny hybrid to blow.

Thick wads of cream geysered from his tip, and from deep within Jacob's prick, he heard Kolby moaning pitifully. Strands of golden fur still shone in the cum as spurt after spurt of it arched in the air, raining down on the hybrid's belly and thighs after painting a single white streak across Jacob's cheek.

The cum just kept gushing.

Jacob gasped at the sheer amount of it, his own body quivering with lust at the bounty of fragrant milk he'd drawn from the desperate hybrid. "Productive little bastard, aren't ya" moaned the bird as his shaft quivered with ecstasy.

It was still spurting as Jacob's dick engulfed it, forcing it to point down between the ferram's thighs towards his knees before it was gone. The ferram himself was almost gone as well, his head cradled amidst the roiling surface of the cassowary's own ball-load of cum. He didn't dissolve away as the Shiba had, ensuring he felt every inch of his body being mashed against by the walls of the avian's long, black, cock. His own sack had almost emptied itself, but as he choked and sputtered on avian-cream, he could barely be bothered to notice.

Without that mercifully quick end his own bio-mod offered his prey, the hybrid was forced to linger even as his skin began to sag and drip; it ran off of him like sweat, the painless process infusing his very core with a heat that matched the hot, gloppy gunk he was bathing in. The hybrid was confined in a fleshy sac that pressed against him, churning his skin from his muscle even as he scrabbled desperately to escape. His face pressed into the warm lining of Jacob's balls as it pressed against him, clinging to every curve of his body like a second skin.

"GRRBBLAAARGARGLE..." Kolby's tongue couldn't make anything but the basest syllables and soon even that stopped. He felt himself dissolving into the cloying juices that was destroying his young body, and as his head fell back, mouth agape and bone showing through his rapidly liquefying skin, the hybrid's life flickered out.

Time passed un-observed by the dead ferram. His bones had been all but picked clean. The ligaments holding them together began disappearing en masse to leave his bones a jumbled mess floating in the now grossly oversized balls of the avian predator.

Jacob lurched to a sitting position, panting for breath as his heavy sack ached with the sheer weight of the load of cum bubbling in them. He felt the ferram's struggles slow, then stop entirely. Without the right mods it took nearly twenty minutes for the bulge in his balls to lose its shape entirely, and another ten before they emptied themselves in a geyser of semen that painted the cement up to ten feet away. Hips pumping, the bird rode the climax like it was a bull, the occasional bone piece drawing a particularly lusty cry from the avian as it spurted from him amidst a sea of glistening cream.

When it was done, he was a wreck. His body was bathed in sweat, his throat was dry and his cock and balls felt as though they'd taken a beating from a professional boxer. But he was satisfied. Nearby rivulets of cum ran into the cracks in the pavement, or trickled into a sewer grate. Several bones littered the splash-zone, and a single curled horn.

Getting shakily to his feet the cassowary groaned at the soreness running through his balls and thighs, but he had to move. Gathering his clothes, the avian dressed and stumbled from the parking lot, still nursing an afterglow that would last him the better part of the night.

Everyone needed a way to escape the realities of the city. For some it was music, for some it was feeding, for some it was murder; the city didn't care, it did what it always did, it roared all the louder with two fewer mouths to feed.