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The sounds of sex and death near the front gate had quieted down. Max was tempted to check it out, to see what the aftermath looked like. The gates were always one of the more visceral parts of the event after all, with bodies strewn about willy-nilly, blood and guts and cum coating the floor. There were always stragglers though, predators reveling in the carnage, and waiting for curious prey like him to come see it. Join it, usually. So he gave the gates a wide berth, moving slowly and carefully deeper into the park. A few times he heard things, panting or moaning or screaming, and froze, waiting for whatever caused it to pass. Once, he saw another prey emerge from an alley and sprint across the street, disappearing into a hedge maze. Max counted to 200 before moving after that, sure that some predator would have heard, but there was nothing. He considered following, “hunting” that prey down for himself to see if he’d be interested in some fun, hidden away from view, but then he heard what sounded like a saw, and screaming. Not just a hedge maze then. He counted again, and when nothing happened he decided to find something more lively.

A large sign told him he was entering the water-park section of Taystie, full of pools and rafting and slides into all variety of liquids. The sound of moving water, of waves and rushing streams, gave a gentle, calming aura to this place, and Max felt brave enough to steal a map from a kiosk before hunkering down in a bathroom for a few minutes. He’d had always been a strong swimmer, maybe he’d be able to escape from any predators by getting onto that raised island surrounded by the lazy river? Decent views, and something that would slow most pursuers down if they spotted him. The sudden image in his head of a predator catching him in the water, fucking him beneath the surface as he gasped and drowned, only cemented his decision. There was even a structure of some sort on the map, though he’d have to see what it was when he got there. It seemed like a decent place to rest for a while at least, and he crept his way towards it, head on a swivel, watching for anything concerning.

He didn’t see anything, but he did hear it. Not the moans or screams or swiftly pounding feet from before, but open, unashamed laughter. He stopped to think, and check the map- the laughter was coming from the direction he wanted to go. He could probably go around it, but who knew what would be coming towards it? Backing up, out of earshot, and then finding a new place to go would probably be safest. Was safety still his goal though? Sure, a loud laugh like that might attract some dangerous people towards it, but it had been almost an hour since Max had seen anything fun. An hour of tense, nervous creeping around. This whole thing was supposed to be about fun right? Whoever was laughing was clearly having fun.

Screw it. Max thought, and started heading towards the sound.

It didn’t take him long to see what was so fun. A trio of otters, all wearing matching Prey armbands, were playing around in a pool. Not a care in the world, the three were splashing, roughhousing, and generally just having a good time. The only thing that made this different from a normal day at the pool was that all three otters were nude, and constantly teasing each other. Groping and squeezing at each others asses, breasts, cocks, and in one case pussy, laughing and squealing and playfully swimming away, then changing roles at some unseen signal, the chaser becoming the chased, until finally one caught another and pulled them into a deep kiss. The third swam up silently behind, giving them both a hug as the kiss turned into rubbing their bodies together, moans audible even to Max as he watched from the bushes, suddenly feeling very much an intruder as the otters bucked against each other. The third detached, casually swimming away, groping at his cock as he watched his two… friends? Lovers? New acquaintances? Start to shamelessly fuck in the middle of the pool. They made no more effort to be quiet than they had before, gasping and moaning, even screaming as they made frantic, carnal love. Max let out a little whimper as he watched, knowing he was leaving another puddle on the ground but unable to help himself. The third otter certainly couldn’t either, having hopped up onto the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water as he jerked off to the sight. He didn’t notice the dark shape in the pool as it emerged from a tunnel, connecting a whole system of pools underground for those that could hold their breath long enough. Neither did Max, or the two lovers. All eyes were on them as the dark shape quickly approached, finding the spot just beneath them, resting on the floor of the pool for a few moments, and then…

Max barely managed to throw his fist in front of his mouth, muffling but not stopping the yelp as something suddenly exploded around the two otters. The force of it lifted them up almost a full foot as the projectile rose, just long enough for the woman to scream out “CUMMING!” at the top of her lungs before the massive alligator swallowed, dragging the pair down into his throat. “YES, YES!” she cried out before her partner silenced her with a kiss, holding on tight as they were swallowed together. The gator closed his jaws around their heads with an audible click, and then with one final, deliberate gulp turned over onto his back, relaxing happily in the pool as he showed off his bare belly and hard cock to the third otter, who stood in shock, a stream of white spreading out in the pool before him.

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck you ate them both!”

“Yep.” The gator said, gently patting his belly. “They’re still going at it too. Better hurry if you want to join em though, they don’t have too long left.” His hand drifted lower, rubbing at his cock as he turned lazily in the pool, giving Max a good view from the other side too.

“I- fuck. Do I have time to ride that first?”

“Nah, not if you wanna be in there with them alive at least. Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure to take good care of it.” The gator wriggled his tail, turning fully, then used it to make his way towards the edge. “Just hop on in little morsel, there’s plenty of room in the hot tub.”

The otter was still hard despite his recent orgasm as he looked down at the gators maw, which opened invitingly before him. Just a simple step, that’s all it’ll take, thought Max, still hidden in the bushes, watching the gator lazily jerk off as the otter considered. Just one step and then… And then the otter jumped, diving headfirst into the gator’s throat. The predator shook a little, clearly not expecting the otter to land so forcefully in his gullet, but quickly adjusted and gulped down the smooth, wriggling body so eagerly feeding itself to him. He belched loudly, pounding his stomach when the meal was finished, and Max would swear he could see his belly shrink a little as the air escaped it. It was still massive, clearly swollen with meat, and the mouse could just about make out movement from within as the otters kept splashing and playing and teasing each other in the new pool they found. Or writhing in pain as the acids eat them, fighting each other for breath in the hot, sweltering, tight stomach.

“What about you, little voyeur? Feel like taking a trip to the hot tub? It’s one way only, and a bit crowded today, but there’s still plenty of room for a cute little snack like you.” Max froze, glancing around. The gator wasn’t looking at him, wasn’t looking at anything it seemed. His eyes were closed as he drifted aimlessly around the pool. “Cute mouse. Cock cage. Hiding in the bushes.” The gator opened his eyes and pointed. “Don’t be scared, I can’t exactly chase you if you run, look at me.” He slapped his belly again, then rubbed it. “See, way too full to be running after you. So don’t bother hiding, come out, enjoy the view. The water’s fine.”

Max gulped, but walked out of the bushes, hesitantly at first, then boldly, coming up to the waters edge as the gator rested a few feet away, watching him. “There you go cutie, don’t be scared. Or are you just shy?”

Max laughed. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but rarely shy. Just cautious today, I suppose.”

“That’s understandable. Lots of scary people out there who want to do scary things to a cutie like you. Things with knives and teeth and saws, or just treating you like a punching bag. Me, I’m a simple gator. You’re food right?”

Max smiled and put his hands on his hips. “I’m a fucking delicacy.” He said proudly.

“Heh, good meat. I like that. And I believe you. Delicacy or not though, you’re food. And I eat food. Nice and simple. And the acids won’t be what gets you, if you're worried about it. The air in there is too thin, you’ll just drift right off to sleep if you come inside me. Like those otters, they’re already starting to quiet down. Give them another few minutes and they’ll be all tuckered out, fall asleep in a pile, and then just never wake up. No pain, just a nice tight place to play in until you’re done, then rest.”

“I’m not afraid of pain.” Max said, looking down at the rotund gator, struggling to take his eyes off that belly, growing stiller and stiller, and that enormous cock, wet from the pool and glistening in the sunlight. “And I’m not just gonna jump down your throat like that otter. I’m here to be won.”

“Won huh?” The gator asked, smiling. He spun suddenly, submerging his massive gut and hiding it and his cock from the mouse. “You wanna be claimed? Beaten? Deserved by your predator.” He crept closer to the edge of the pool, and Max took a few steps back.

“Uh huh, and you’re not gonna trick me that easy.”

“Trick? Who’s trying to trick?” The gator said as he laid his arms flat on the cement. Max tensed, ready to run, but the gator didn’t try to lift himself out. “Like I said, I can’t exactly go running after you like this. But I bet I could still catch you, if you came in here.”

“And why would I do that?” Max asked, relaxing just a little.

“Because you want to be caught. Because you think I’m sexy and wouldn’t mind if I was the one to catch you. Because you like games, don’t you? So let’s make a wager. Whoever can swim from one end of the pool to the other first wins, and gets to do whatever they want with or to the loser. Sound fair?”

“Not even a little! You’re a croc, you live in the water.”

“I’m a fat, lazy, stuffed croc. You’re a fit, lithe little mouse. If you think it’s that unfair, I’ll even give you a head-start. You can dive in, but I can’t kick off the wall. How’s that sound?”

“Whatever I want with you?” Max asked.

“Uh huh.”

“What if I want to do something you don’t want to do?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe I wanna see what it’s like from the other end. Maybe I wanna snuff you.”

The gator shrugged. “That’s what I’m gonna do when I catch you. Wouldn’t be fair not to give you the option. So what do ya say?”

Max didn’t answer, not with words anyway. Instead he charged forward with all the speed his body would give him, leaping off at the edge of the pool and diving into the fluid. The fluid which he very quickly realized was not water.

The liquid felt thin as it soaked his fur, and far more slippery than it should. The pool is full of lube. He realized, quickly trying to recover and swim in the strange feeling substance. It didn’t take long for him to adjust, but long enough to reduce, or even eliminate whatever advantage he had gained from surprising the gator. He crawled forward desperately through the fluid, tasting it as he sucked in a breath. It was sweeter than he would have expected, but he pushed that from his mind, settling into his breaststroke. Where’s the gator? Doesn’t matter, just swim. He thought, trying not to think as he focused. Reach pull breathe. Reach pull breathe. This wasn’t an Olympic pool, and even if it had been, they were swimming the long way. Reach pull breathe. Reach pull breathe. He risked a glance ahead, he didn’t see a gator, but he did see the wall, rapidly approaching. He was going to do it, he was going to make it! He touched the wall, crying out in triumph, then in surprise as something grabbed his leg, tugging him back and down, under the surface.

Whatever this fluid was, his bubbles rose more slowly in it. Or maybe he just saw things slowed down, as the gator dragged him under, holding him close against his stuffed belly. It didn’t burn his eyes, he noticed as he was kept down there, and it was plenty clear. He could see the gators face watching him, smiling as he ran his hands along the mouse’s smaller frame. Max struggled a little, but it was mostly a token effort. The gator had him, even with the slippery lube coating them both Max couldn’t escape from those massive hands. He was completely at the gators mercy, and even if he was a filthy cheater, that was OK. He strained against his cage as his lungs started to burn, wondering if this was the end. Would he just stay down here, sinking in the pool until he was forced to breathe in the slimy lube, drowning in the gators arms? There were surely worse ways for his story to end, and the viewers would know he had won after all. Or would they think he was an idiot who forgot the real rules, that predators could do whatever they want with captured prey and could do whatever they had to to capture it? It hardly mattered at this point.

Drowning, while not Max’s first choice in demise, had always held a certain attraction. Unlike being eaten or devoured, it would leave his body intact, largely untouched. Perfectly usable, if his predator felt so inclined. Max hoped he did, hoped he’d haul his corpse out of the pool and fuck it nice and hard, give him a delicious cream filling before devouring him. He had no way to communicate that though, but didn’t have much else to do other than fantasize until his body started to really freak out and thrash uselessly against the gators grip, trying to reach the air. Until then he closed his eyes and tried to think horny thoughts. The gator hadn’t fucked the otters, but certainly seemed hard enough. Max wished he could see the gator using him, but his imagination would have to do. Would he still feel nice and tight around the gators cock? Probably, given how massive it was. Maybe it would tear him apart from the inside, tenderize his organs, make him even tastier. If the gator was really full, and he was dead anyway, would he be cooked? His head kept as a trophy perhaps, or maybe his cage? Or would that be tossed away and forgotten once his cock was free of it, his raw body being roughly shoved down the gators throat…

Max was so lost in his imaginings he almost didn’t notice when they surfaced, weight suddenly returning as he instinctively sucked in a breath, the shock of it snapping him back to reality. The gator kindly let him breathe for a few moments, resting though still held tight to his over-sized belly as they floated together in the pool.

“So, tell me honestly. Did you make it?”

“Y-yeah. Touched the wall before you grabbed me.”

“Heh. Fuck.” The gator said, lifting his arm off the mouse. “I thought so. Coulda just ended you anyway but… fuck it.”

“Man of your word?” The mouse asked.

“Guess so. So what’s in store for me?”

“Get us out of the pool fist.”

The gator lashed his tail, propelling them towards the stairs out. Max slid off, still half expecting to be grabbed and pulled under at any moment, this reprieve nothing but his predator playing with him. But no- he was allowed to walk up and out of the pool, the gator dutifully following him, though slowing considerably once his belly was no longer buoyed by the fluid. “Fuck, don’t make me walk far ok?”

“I believe I could order you to run a marathon if I wanted, couldn’t I?”

“I’m already regretting not just drowning you, Meat.”

“Don’t blame me for your failures.” Max said, scurrying out of grabbing range just in case. The gator made a halfhearted attempt, but it was clearly in play. “Go lie down on that grass over there.” Max ordered. The gator groaned, but obeyed, collapsing onto the soft green patch. Max squatted beside him, rubbing at his belly, his hands sliding on the smooth, lubed up scales at first. “They still in there.”

“They aren’t exactly in a position to leave.” The gator said, stretching out, resting his head on his hands. “But they aren’t moving, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“It was. Guess I can’t have you let them go then.”

“Heh, they wouldn’t thank you for it even if they were still breathing.”

“I don’t know, how many people get the chance to be eaten by two different predators? Probably less than the number of mice who can out-swim a gator.”

“Oh ha ha.” The gator said sarcastically, though the effect was undercut by a wide smile. “So what’s in store for me little mouse? Gonna end me?”

Max looked around, but didn’t find any convenient ropes or bludgeons provided by the gods. “Nah. Probably just gonna ride your cock till you cum.”

“You do that and I will eat you.”

“Well that’s hardly fair! I won after all!”

“And I’ll feel real bad about it right up til you stop squirming, I promise, but I’ve never managed to not eat after a nice fuck.”

Max stood up, pouting. “Maybe I should snuff you after all, if you’re gonna be like that.”

“I didn’t say no cutie. You can ride me to your hearts content. Figured it was fair to warn you that it would make me want you so bad I’d have no choice but to devour your sexy little body whole, to make you mine and only mine forever.”

“Hmmph. Flattery will… get you lots of places, honestly.” Max said, eyes darting to the gator’s cock as it pulsed and started to grow. He took two steps just to reach it, feeling it under his paws, gently sliding them up and down the growing shaft. Fuck he’s big. He was already all lubed up, it would be a shame not to feel such a lovely, massive cock inside him. To make the gator moan and loose control, to feel it pulse and spurt inside him, and then be claimed, taken, ended. Fuck.

“Ok, here’s what we’re going to do.” Max said, forcing himself to take a step back. “You’re going to jerk off for me. Cum nice and hard, because after that, you won’t cum for ten days.”

“Ten days!”

“Fifteen! Don’t make me make it twenty, I already feel bad about denying that lovely cock. But since I’m not going to get to enjoy it, I’m going to make you remember me instead. So you cum for me, then be good for fifteen days. No touching it, no porn, no sex, nothing. It doesn’t exist as far as you’re concerned. I want you desperate and horny. Then, you look up the video of how I die today, and you jerk off to that. And you cum for me, and imagine how good it would have felt if you won, if you’d gotten to drown me, then fuck my body and eat me. But remember that you didn’t, because I beat you. I’m the one that got away.” He stood proudly before the conquered predator, lying defeated before him.

“Heh. You drive a hard bargain little mouse. Can you at least let me see what I’m missing while I jerk off for you?”

“You mean this?” Max said, turning, slapping his rear. “These lovely mouse hams that you’re never going to taste or feel?”

“Yeah those.” the gator said, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke it. “Fuck you look delicious.”

“And I taste even better. Not that you’re ever going to know.”

“Aww, let me taste at least. I know how to use my tongue, you won’t regret it.” He started stroking faster.”

“And you can control yourself?”

“Promise. If I don’t I’ll wait a whole month before watching this back.”

“Hmm.” Max said, before backing up towards the gator’s waiting mouth. His tongue was thick and broad, and not at all hesitant to slide into the mouse’s hole. He yelped a little at the intrusion, then relaxed and let the gator work.

One hand wrapped around his waist, so large the mouse swore he could be lifted like a toy, but it just held him tight as his ass was devoured in a safe, but still quite enjoyable way. The gator moaned into his ass and found his prostate, roughly slurping at it for a few seconds before his tongue pulled away. “Fuck you taste good. I want you mouse. Just sit down, let my cock impale you and give yourself to me. I promise, you’ll cum before the end, even with that cage on.” The tongue forced its way back in as the gator kept up the assault.

Max squeaked and whined, turning to watch the gator jerk off as he ate him out. Such a nice big cock, almost as thick around as the mouse’s arm. It would be a challenge, but it would feel so good to get that beast inside him. He felt himself dripping, felt the pleasure growing within him. He didn’t want to cum today, not unless it was with his killer, but that could so easily be the man making him feel so good right? Such a nice gator, rewarding him for his victory, earning him with kindness. Would that be good enough?

Max struggled a little, and his new friend waited a few moments before letting him go. But he did let him go, and Max stepped forward with a little sigh of regret. He’d almost hoped that the gator would just claim him- nobody would have stopped him from doing as he pleased. But he apparently preferred to keep his word over fucking and devouring Max, and wanting anything more than that proved that he wasn’t the predator Max has spent his life fantasizing about.

He turned and smiled at the gator, only a little sad. He still got to watch a sexy guy jerk off and cum for him, this wasn’t a bad experience. And Max knew that his perfect predator was still out there somewhere in the park, just waiting to claim him.