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Max could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for the game to start. He reached for his phone to check the time again, and again remembered again that he didn’t have it in his pocket. That he didn’t have a pocket right now. That he was, like a fair chunk of the people around him, completely nude. Well, not completely. His cock twitched in the cage he was wearing, and he reached up to play with the key around his neck. The key he wouldn’t use, but that was there for whoever won him. So his cage wouldn’t get lodged in their stomach when they ate him. It twitched again, and Max turned with a start as a sudden loud sound reached his ears. A scream, turned into a moan halfway through. The source- a cute bunny who was being roughly fucked by an enormous gator, picked up and bounced on the gator’s cock like a toy. The rabbit was clearly happy about it, his own cock hard and dripping as he was impaled again and again, enticing moans and whimpers coming from his mouth through the gator’s fingers. Max smiled at him, and it seemed the rabbit tried to smile back, though Max suspected he was just lust drunk. He was tempted to go find a nice sexy predator to help him pass the time, but then the loudspeaker crackled to life. “All predators please exit the park and wait at the gates. The game will begin in five minutes, and anyone not outside the gates will be considered prey. Remember to grab your armbands, and thank you for joining us for Taystie Park’s fifth annual Food Run.”

The gator’s pace picked up, and he whispered something to the rabbit, who nodded furiously. A few more thrusts, and he pulled the rabbit up and off his cock, unceremoniously dumping him to the floor as he headed for the gates. The rabbit lay there stunned, breathing heavily, still smiling like he was high. All around, the crowd thinned, similar scenes playing out as predators stopped playing with their potential meals and made their way beyond the gates, just past a decorative iron fence. Still close enough to see and catcall the prey, but no longer able to touch if they wanted to be safe.

“Hey mouse! Cute mouse boy!” Max turned, scanning the crowd until he saw the source, a large gorilla wearing nothing but a leather harness. Several sheathed knives were attached to it, locked in place somehow. “If I find you I’m not using that key, I’m just gonna cut off your cage. Don’t worry though, your sausage won’t go to waste.” He rubbed his round, hairy belly and licked his lips.

“So long as you fuck me first!” Max yelled back, winking.

The ape grabbed his cock, jerking it a few times and laughing. “I use every part of my kills, cutie. Maybe a few times.”

“Good luck then!” Max yelled, turning away, mostly to show off his ass. He made sure to sway it seductively as he walked, earning a few extra hoots from the ape, and from a few other predators nearby. He wanted to turn around and see them, their cocks hard for him, the drool spilling from their jaws. In his mind they were dripping, ravenous, and thinking to themselves how only he could sate their needs. He smiled to himself, resisting the urge. Reality was rarely so much fun as his fantasies, though he hoped today would live up to expectations.

A handsome lizard, all bright yellow and deep black spots beneath his suit and top hat, stepped up on the makeshift stage as the other guests still inside the park entrance gathered around. The crowd numbered maybe a hundred, to be shared among the two dozen or so predators outside. “LAST CALL!” He shouted out to the assembled crowd. “ONE MINUTE UNTIL WE LOCK THE GATES! IF YOU AREN’T FOOD LEAVE NOW!” A few people glanced around, but nobody seemed to be making their way to the door. Then, a nervous looking fox fled, running for the gates. Nobody moved to stop him, though there was a fair bit of jeering from the crowd of predators as he ran past them. The prey were more understanding- as more then a few seemed to interpret his running as permission to do the same. The jeers grew louder as about a dozen prey decided not to die today, instead heading back to their cars. Max didn’t blame them, he had done the same at last years run. This year though, he didn’t even feel tempted. He was ready for this, ready to be food. The mouse had spent most of last year jerking off to the footage of the run he had missed, watching cute food boys and girls like him being snuffed a hundred different ways, being eaten raw and wriggling and laughing, being cooked alive over roaring flames or being unceremoniously butchered before being eaten. He’d signed up for PredFinder, flirting and fantasizing about choosing some sexy stud to make his dreams come true, but he’d found the choosing impossible. He was prey, meant to be hunted and won, not just delivering himself to his fate. Today was for prey like him, and the predators who loved to kill them. Today he’d be found, fucked, and finished off, and maybe next year some of those runners would be where he was now, remembering all the times they’d jerked off to his death. He glanced up at one of the cameras watching the crowd and gave it a smile.

“OK, EVERYBODY COUNT DOWN WITH ME! THREE, TWO, ONE!” The crowd roared the countdown back to him, then cheered and celebrated as a staff member locked the gates with a heavy chain and padlock. They backed away, and some of the closer predators rushed the gate, grabbing the thick iron bars and shaking them, making the prey laugh and taunt them good naturedly with their safety.

“WELCOME WELCOME TO THE FIFTH ANNUAL FOOD RUN!” The lizard on stage shouted out, his voice amplified with a long microphone he used with flourish. “EVERYONE IN THE PARK RIGHT NOW IS EITHER STAFF OR FOOD! STARTING WITH THE WHISTLE, FOOD HAS 15 MINUTES TO HIDE, RUN, OR MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GODS, BECAUSE IN 15 MINUTES THAT GATE IS OPENING, AND ANYONE WHO FINDS AND CATCHES YOU GETS TO DO WHATEVER THEY CHOOSE WITH THEIR MEAT! ANY SURVIVING PREY GETS A FREE YEAR LONG VIP PASS TO THE PARK AS A CONSOLATION PRIZE. A BIG THANK YOU TO OUR HOSTS, THE ONE AND ONLY TAYSTIE PARK! ARE WE READY!” The crowd screamed affirmations back at him. “ARE WE SET!” The screams hadn’t stopped, but somehow grew louder. Max was screaming along with them, swept up in the excitement! It was happening! It was finally happening!

The whistle blew, a piercing note that cut through the noise of the crowd, and suddenly everyone was moving. The pounding of feet on the park ground was almost as loud as the cheering had been, Max running just to keep from getting trampled. A few slower runners, or those with incredible foot fetishes, fell and were trampled by the crowd. Max felt his long toes press onto something soft, and a sound that could either be a moan or a groan came from below him, but before he could even think to stop and check he was pushed forward and kept running in the surge.

The secondary gate was the goal of the crowd, past where the predators could see them clearly. Past the entrance and into the park proper. Once through, the crowd dispersed quickly, everyone running in different directions, to different attractions. The park, while semi-closed for the private event, still had plenty of things worth seeing. The rides were left running on automatic, the haunted houses and pools and halls of mirrors and death mazes were all open for the prey to hide in, or enjoy until a predator stumbled along their path and the real fun started.

A few people split off from the group and stopped- Max noticed the rabbit ducking behind a food stall, presumably as instructed by the gator. A few others also hid just past the entrance, whether hoping to sneak behind the incoming predators or waiting for a pre-arranged meetup Max didn’t know. A few managed to avoid being trampled and just stopped running, glancing at each other before colliding together and making out or fucking, rolling on the floor and waiting for the killers to come pluck them from their fun. A sexy otter glanced at Max, who had stopped running to consider his options, but the mouse shook his head slightly. He was hoping to die today, but he needed to be earned. Hunted, chased, and caught, not just offered up on a platter. Besides, he had a bit of a competitive streak to him, and there was some prestige given to those prey who lasted longest, or even managed to survive.

The otter didn’t seem too put out by Max’s rejection, quickly finding a fennec who was all too happy to fuck him senseless as they waited for their ends to come. Max smiled at the pair, then turned away. He’d glanced at maps of the park beforehand, but refused to plan ahead, wanting to live fully in the moment today. A quick decision was more important than a good one, with the clock ticking, and he instinctively ran left, towards the market area of the park.

Food stalls and souvenir shops lined the street, thick enough for crowds far bigger than the runners today. Signs in the window advertised things that Max had never seen before- taxidermy fuck dolls, bring your own meat restaurants advertising ovens big enough for two or three full people, adverts for a pole dance with the poll going all the way through the photographed performer. Despite himself, he spent a little time examining each, wishing he’d actually visited the park before today to experience some of these wonders himself. Max felt himself especially transfixed by the last one, whining and unconsciously playing with his cage until he felt a dampness on his paw. Swearing, he looked down at the small puddle of pre he’d left on the pavement. Would they use that to track him? Did he have time to cover it up? How long had he been wandering the market? A cannon shot sounded back near the entrance, and Max’s heart leapt into his throat at the sound even before he remembered what it meant. The gate was opened, the predators were coming for him. Another drop of pre fell into the puddle, and Max scurried in excited panic for a few seconds before remembering himself. Thinking quickly he found a sturdy looking building with a drainpipe and a tall sign extending over the top- somewhere to hide at least. He could hear the cheering of the predators as they met with the first wave of prey waiting for them, and couldn’t decide whether to be annoyed with himself that he was near enough the entrance to hear, or overjoyed at how close he was to the debauchery, how soon he was likely to join them. He peeked out from behind the sign, only to quickly pull back, his heart beating faster than ever before. Fuck fuck fuck.

While some of the predators were enjoying the easy pickings, some others clearly wanted to hunt, not be fed. The gorilla with the knives was among them, walking casually down the street with a knife in one hand, twirling it expertly, looking lazily from side to side.

“Come out come out wherever you are.” He said in a sing-song voice while Max hid behind the sign, breathing hard, covering his mouth to try and disguise the sound. He wrapped his tail tight around him, large ears perked up to listen.

“Oh what’s this?” The ape said after some time had passed. A minute? An hour? Max couldn’t tell, everything was simultaneously sped up and slowed down for him. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing.

“Someone got a bit excited here huh? Left a nice little sign for me? I’m glad you didn’t just offer yourself up, lets see here. If I was an excited little prey bitch who wanted to play properly, where would I hide around here? In a stall? Up a tree? On a roof?”

Max stifled a whine, wondering whether or not he should run. He was pretty fast, and he could scurry over stuff, but the ape was probably a good climber too, and he might throw some of those knives at him if he ran. He wouldn’t mind the pain, but he wanted today to last longer than a sudden knife through the heart if the gorilla was good. Did throwing knives work like that, outside of movies? Max wasn’t sure, but didn’t know if he wanted to risk it.

“Lets see lets see… oh, there you are!” Max glanced around, trying to see how he’d been spotted, where he should run. Maybe it would be best to throw his arms up in surrender? But the ape seemed like he wanted to play- what was that noise? A squeal, some scuffling, and then a scream. “Good on you, trying to run. Too many prey just freeze in this game, and that’s no fun at all.” Max risked peaking his head out from behind the sign- A raccoon was crawling away on the street, a knife sticking out of his leg. “Aww, still trying to escape? You realizing you don’t want this, or just playing the role hun?” The gorilla sauntered his way over to the wounded prey, placing his foot on his back and roughly yanking the knife out. Then he kicked the raccoon over, placing his foot on their belly instead. “I can end this quick if you want. Playing’s no fun once they prey’s given up.”

The raccoon’s voice was too quiet for Max to hear the response, but them reaching up and grabbing the ape’s dangling balls was clear enough. Not hitting them or trying to painfully squeeze them, but cupping, caressing, toying with the heavy looking sack. The gorilla laughed. “That’s what I like to see. Good meat. Come on. Lets find a table to lay you out on. I’m a civilized ape after all” He picked the raccoon up, tossing him over his broad shoulder easily. The prey’s smile was easy to see, and then, he locked eyes with Max.

The mouse’s eyes went as wide as dinner-plates as he realized he’d been spotted. The raccoon raised an eyebrow inquisitively and Max shook his head quickly, placing a finger in front of his pursed lips. The raccoon nodded slightly, already being carried off into one of the larger restaurants.

Max fell back, leaning his back against the sign he was hiding behind, breathing hard. Fuck, that had been so close. He could have died. He should have died, that was his cum the ape had spotted. Should he feel bad? That might have been what got that raccoon killed! The loud moaning coming from the other side of the street put that guilt to rest quickly, the raccoon clearly loving whatever was being done to him. “Yes, yes, fuck yes! As I cum, please, right here, as I cum, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” A wet thunk and a loud scream filled the air, and the moaning stopped. The grunting of the ape was still audible, and then a loud prolonged sigh of relief.

“Good meat. Sorry you went so fast, but fuck that was a good start to the day. Gonna enjoy eating you later little fuck meat.” The ape’s voice sounded almost tender now, sweet after the kill. “Hope you don’t mind being tagged for pickup, lots more cuties to end today.” A wet slap followed, and a few minutes later the ape stepped out of the restaurant, whistling to himself as he walked down the path.

Max was so tempted to follow him, to ‘accidentally’ make some noise and let the ape find him if it meant the same treatment as the raccoon had gotten. The rooftop was slick with his pre, and Max was very careful as he climbed down not to slip on it. He glanced back at some noise, the staff was already coming to pick up the raccoons corpse, a large knife still left in his chest, blood and cum covering his gray fur. He watched the staff prepare to bag him up, yanking out the knife, teasing and joking with each other. They spotted him, and he felt his heart jump. But they weren’t a part of this game. One, a tiger, smiled and gave him a casual salute, bloody knife still in his hand. Max returned it with a grin, then turned started to creep away, the opposite direction of the ape, sticking to shadows and cover. The day was long, the park was big, and he had no intention of hiding away for hours being bored.