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Waking up in Fang's bed, wrapped in the big cat's arms, was quickly becoming a routine for Mark. The leaking erection pressing into his back was part of the charm, of course, as was the knowledge that the sabretooth tiger would shortly roll on top of him and put that morning wood to good use in the rabbit's ass.

The enveloping warmth of the tiger's soft fur and body heat all around him was another plus for Mark. He breathed deep of his lover's musky scent as his eyes registered the dim light of dawn coming through the window next to their bed. Fang was almost twice his height and easily four or five times his weight, maybe more. For every slow motion of the tiger's chest in sleep, Mark breathed three times.

Fang's breathing was speeding up. Faint purring and rumbling started in his chest, vibrating through Mark's frame. The amorous tiger pulled him tight, then licked over the top of Mark's head. The rabbit giggled as Fang nuzzled one of his ears, mouthing the tip and running his tongue down the inside, making Mark shiver. Fang pulled him tight as the rabbit squirmed, and he felt answering throbs from the barbed shaft still pushed between his ass cheeks and running up his back.

“Mmmm. I love waking up to breakfast in bed," Fang murred. His voice was low and bassy, a rumble throughout his frame. He licked the top of Mark's head again.

“You don't want to wait for dinner anymore?" Mark asked. He deliberately squirmed backwards into Fang, rubbing his butt over the feline's maleness. His little puffy tail squeezed between them. Fang grabbed his head in one huge paw, tilting the rabbit back as the tiger curled his chest down and kissed Mark hard, his tongue invading the rabbit's mouth and almost going down his throat. Mark surrendered, one paw going up and tracing the tan colored muzzle, sliding down Fang's throat to the whitish fur covering his belly.

They broke the kiss - well, Fang did. Mark didn't have a lot of say in when the tiger stopped anything, and he loved it. The tiger's amber eyes gleamed in the morning light as he looked at the rabbit. “I was planning on waiting until dinner, but then I woke up to a saucy rabbit trying to spit himself on my cock."

Mark grinned and worked his ass a little more. A growl lifted from Fang's chest, and his lips lifted ever so slightly in warning. Mark almost melted when Fang licked his lips. The tiger's tongue swiped across his chops, running across the two tusklike fangs poking from his upper jaw.

“Rim me, please," Mark begged him, reaching a paw behind him to fondle the precum covered cocktip of his predator.

“No. If you go in my mouth right now, you don't leave."

Mark moaned at the thought, his own cock hard and drooling in front of him. Fang settled a velvety paw pad on it, covering the rabbit's whole crotch. He moved it slowly, and used the same motion to squeeze Mark back into him as he humped his own dick between their squashed bodies as they spooned on the bed.

“So you are gonna wait for dinner, right? Don't want to spoil your appetite with a plump, juicy rabbit who'll wiggle down your throat while you -"

Fang growled again, much louder this time. He threw his weight at the rabbit, rolling over top of him. He didn't bother to support himself with his arms - he just crushed Mark into the sheets, leaving the rabbit panting and trying to not to suffocate. Wet warmth pooled at his asshole as the tiger obligingly lifted his hips to rest his cocktip right between the rabbit's cheeks. He held himself there for a moment, one paw dragging that tapered tip around Mark's rim to lube him up a little.

The big cat didn't wait any longer. He lowered his body, and the weight of the massive feline and the hardness of his dick punched right through into the rabbit's ass. Mark moaned, then grunted, then squealed as the tiger quickly outpaced his natural lube. Fang didn't really do slow and sensual in the morning - despite only being together a few days, Mark had learned that well.

When the rabbit's cries grew too loud and distracting, Fang palmed the back of his skull and shoved his head into the mattress. His hips moved steadily, plunging a foot of barbed tiger cock into that fluffy bunny butt beneath him. The sabretooth's sack was covered in a light orange fur like his sides, and it swung wildly between them, bouncing off the rabbit's much smaller pair.

Mark worked hard to relax and enjoy it, clenching in time with the thrusting feline even while he yelled into the pillow. Thankfully, the tiger did come with abundant natural assistance. In a couple of minutes, his precum had worked throughout the rabbit's rectum. The barbs on that rock hard shaft dragged across Mark's guts, but they also stimulated his prostate, and the rabbit was seeing stars and doing what he could to thrust back into his tiger.

Fang's pace picked up. He never lasted long when he fucked Mark early. It was just something the tiger had to do. The sun rose, and so did Fang. He had to empty his balls somewhere, and the rabbit was all too willing to have that somewhere be his colon. Wet slaps filled the apartment, speeding up and changing pitch as those heavy feline nuts drew up tight to Fang's body. A rumbling growl came from deep in the big cat's chest as he slammed his hips down, dropping his full weight on the rabbit and pumping his load deep. Mark felt that liquid warmth inside him, the wonderful fullness of his lover being stretched even further as the tiger did his best to breed him.

Fang didn't move for a while aside from shifting slightly to let Mark breathe underneath him. The sabretooth didn't have work today. Mark always enjoyed when Fang just lay there, not pulling out but letting his cock naturally deflate and pull free from the rabbit. As ever, the tiger had pumped his load too deep into the rabbit for it to do more than trickle out of his well used hole.

Eventually the big feline did roll over onto his back. He pulled Mark with him, dragging the lapine onto his chest. The rabbit actually didn't think he'd cum this morning - it could be a little hard to tell apart the sensations of his body with a foot of sabretooth meat rearranging his guts.

“Get your phone," Fang rumbled underneath him.

Mark leaned over, precariously balanced for a moment before Fang rested a heavy paw on his stomach to hold the rabbit in place. He settled back on top of his boyfriend. “What do you want me to do?"

“Open up your contacts. I want to see my dinner menu."

Hearing his friends referred to so casually sent a thrill through Mark. Really, that's what they were. Just waiting to be meals, like Mark himself. The rabbit opened his phone, though he noticed a message waiting. He saw it was from the wolf who'd eaten his friend Rachel the day he met Fang. The rabbit hesitated, ears lifting. Fang pressed his own digit down to open the message.

Mark had listened to his predator and not messaged the wolf again. The text was the first since two days prior.

Hey, do you know the friends of whoever had this phone? The parrot?

Three days and the wolf had forgotten Rachel's name. He'd fucked her, eaten her, shit her out and now she was gone. Hell, the canine could have scrolled up and seen her name in this very chat but why would he bother?

Mark didn't move his paws. Fang was in charge here. “Do you know her friends, Mark?"

The rabbit shook his head. “Maybe a couple, but not well at all. We met through work but we didn't have many mutual contacts."

Fang took the phone from Mark, though he typed where the rabbit could see.

You're out of luck, friend. He doesn't know them. You'll have to get lucky and trick them the old fashioned way.

He handed the phone back to Mark. “Contacts," he rumbled.

Mark obeyed, but he kept talking. “What was that about?"

“He's trying to do the same thing as me. As us. That wolf is going to try and lure one of your late friends' contacts in as a meal using her old phone."

“Oh."

“Problem is, he has no idea what any of them are like aside from their name, and he probably didn't bother to learn much about your friend aside from how she tasted, right? So her friends will probably spot him as a fake."

“Whereas in our situation, you've actually got the real me."

“Exactly. Now, before I peruse the menu, do you know any platypuses? Platypi? Whatever they're called."

Mark frowned and leaned his head back to stare upside down at Fang. He raised an eyebrow. “Why do you care about a platypus?"

“I've always wanted to try eating one."

Looking back at his phone, the rabbit shook his head. “Nope, sorry. I'm not sure I've even seen one in person. Don't think they like the city."

“Shame." The tiger reached past and took the phone again now that Mark had his contact list open. He started scrolling through the people shown there, glancing at the images Mark sometimes had saved as their profile. He tapped a raccoon named George in the list. “He looks good."

Mark grimaced. “A jaguar got him a couple months ago. Another friend saw it happen when they were hiking outside the city."

“Damn. I haven't had a good raccoon in a couple years," Fang muttered. He deleted the contact without asking Mark. Gone. He scrolled a little father and stopped on a goat named Ned. “He been slurped up yet?"

“I don't think so," Mark replied.

“Know him well?"

“Yeah, he knew a few of my older siblings and we took some classes together. He crashed at my place once when he was looking for a place in the city," the rabbit said, taking the phone. “Actually, that gives me an idea. I told him I needed a new place. I could ask to sleep over for a night while I'm looking."

Fang rumbled underneath him. “And I slip in behind when he buzzes you into the building."

“That would be the plan."

“You know, you're taking this better than I thought. I'm almost disappointed I don't have to persuade you. I figured feeding me your friends would be more emotionally difficult."

“Your belly or someone else's. I don't know any prey that have ever died of old age."

“Text him then. Set it all up."

Hey Ned, I've got a favor to ask.

What is it?

You know how I told you I had to ditch my apartment after a polar bear ate the old super and got the master keys? Well, I still haven't found a place. I slept over with a friend from work the past couple nights, but… she didn't make it home last night, and I got some pictures of a wolf from her phone this morning… you know how it is. I can't stay here - he has her keys now. Could I crash at your place for a night or two while I finish up the applications for the building I found?

Fang chuckled, the vibrations shaking the rabbit as he continued to lay on his lover's torso. “Nice touch, mentioning your friend. Do you prey always band together to help stay out of the predators clutches?"

“Usually, but we're not supposed to. Look out for number one and all that." Mark sighed. “Hell, I lost my job helping Rachel a few days ago. Turns out I just helped that wolf." He patted Fang's side. “Now I'm just skipping the middleman and helping your stomach directly."

Ned replied quickly.

Of course! I just want to double check though, I've had preds try to trick me with people's phones before. Why should I help you? Mark would know a very good reason I owe him for this.

“See? Without you holding the phone I wouldn't have a chance to eat this guy," Fang said conversationally. Mark typed his reply.

When you moved to the city a year ago, I let you stay over my place while you were hunting apartments.

I'm glad it's still you, Mark.When will you be over?

The address followed shortly after. Mark shifted his head slightly. “When will you be done with the gym?"

“230ish. How far away is it?"

“40 minute walk towards midtown."

“Tell him 4."

Mark sent the message and got a thumbs up. So easy. Ned didn't know it yet, but he had about seven hours left to live. The rabbit tried to feel some pity. He did, a little. Ned had been good to him, and now Mark was gonna feed him to his boyfriend. But what did it matter? Mark's recent experiences showed that the goat could do everything right and still get eaten alive later this afternoon at the grocery store, regardless of what the rabbit did. Nothing mattered, so Mark might as well take his own pleasure.

Pleased with himself, the rabbit slid off Fang - provoking the big cat to grumble at him - and went to the bathroom to clean up. He and the sabertooth spent the morning just hanging out. Mark made himself a salad for lunch. Fang was intrigued. Apparently the tiger normally just ate handfuls of lettuce or fruit and nuts without much preparation. Nutrition, he called it.

Mark made him a small salad too, which the sabretooth ate with surprising gusto. The rabbit wasn't really worried about him losing his appetite, but the tiger explained anyway that a small appetizer like the salad would get his guts moving and make him that much hungrier come dinnertime.

Eventually the tiger grabbed a small duffel bag and headed out for the gym. He promised to talk to his friends, Panuk and Joseph, about Mark coming to the gym in a couple of days. That assumed Fang could convince the polar bear and the elk that the rabbit was not for consumption by anyone but the big feline.

Mark lazed around. He opened up Growlr, thinking of when Fang had mentioned finding a similar sized hookup instead of the plus sized tiger shaft. But Mark still didn't know how to make it happen. Fang had to escort any prey in and outside the building, and nobody would agree to that. Except him, of course. Maybe Mark could get Fang to walk him to the hookup's place and just hang around outside? But that was a lot of work when Mark could just have sex with the tiger anyhow, even if it was abusing his ass.

The rabbit was probably doomed/blessed with predator sized cocks for the rest of his days. Except whenever Fang decided to feed, like tonight. As far as Mark knew, Ned wasn't attracted to males. It wouldn't stop Fang. Mark supposed it shouldn't stop him either, but Ned wouldn't top him.

Mark's phone dinged, interrupting his daydreams. Fang had sent him a few pictures. The first was the sabretooth tiger himself, sitting with a bar in position for shoulder presses. The next photo was an elk, presumably Fang's friend Joseph. The photo was taken from behind, low down, as the antlered male squatted under a heavy bar. The elk's ass was incredible. Two heavy globes of furry muscle straining and sweaty as the dark brown fur was slicked down. His sheath wasn't visible, but those heavy nuts hung low between his legs as he squatted in the nude, like most predators.

Mark's sheath throbbed and twitched at the sight, intensifying as he looked at the last photo. A polar bear, laid out on his back, pushing another bar back into place after chest presses. The white furred male was enormous. Fang had said he was ten feet tall and Mark believed it. Where Fang had a lithe body, elegant despite his size and muscle mass, the ursine was just huge. Muscles in his arms stood out, his legs curled over the edge of the bench were thick and strong, but layers of fat and blubber padded him everywhere.

The source of his padding could be clearly seen. Even in the frozen picture, the bear's snow white belly visibly squirmed. Mark could see a paw print pushing up, stretching the skin. Who had he eaten that showed so visibly? The rabbit probably wouldn't make a bulge in that massive gut. If the bear ate Mark, he'd be seen sliding down that thick throat and then never again. Below the polar bear's churning stomach was his sheath. White furred like the rest of him, his balls splayed out over the bench. He didn't seem at all aroused. From what Mark knew of Fang, the sabretooth always got horny when he ate people. The bear didn't seem to have the same inclination.

A message sat below the last photo.

Panuk ate a gazelle jogging on the treadmill. I would have recorded it for you, slut, but he didn't give any warning. Just swallowed her down and went to the bench.

A gazelle. A full grown gazelle would probably stretch Fang's belly to the limit. That elk looked similar, maybe a little bigger. The polar bear didn't even stop working out. Insanity. Mark replied to his boyfriend.

How often does he eat?

Every couple days minimum. If they're smaller, like you, he can do every day or a few in the same day.

Mark shuddered. He almost had been eaten by the polar bear. The first day Fang had left him alone, the sabretooth said Panuk had waited in the lobby of the rabbit's old apartment building to eat Mark if the rabbit had run. Mark hadn't asked, but very likely the polar bear had ended up eating another resident of the building when Mark hadn't appeared. And that was a day after the massive ursine had eaten a full grown zebra. Fang had warned him that if the bear got a hold of him, he'd be made very familiar with the heavy sheath that lay between those massive legs. Fang had meant it as a threat, and the polar bear probably could kill him with whatever waited between his legs, but Mark couldn't help but be aroused. The rabbit didn't jerk off to the pictures, much as he wanted to. Fang had encouraged Mark, but the lapine wanted to wait for tonight, make it that much more invigorating.

Time seemed to crawl, waiting for the sabretooth tiger to return home. Mark couldn't believe how excited he was. Very soon, he was going to watch his boyfriend eat somebody alive. After spending his whole life in fear, watching from the sidelines but still somehow aroused, he was finally getting a front row seat. No more shameful stares on the subway, no more pictures on his phone.

Mark leaped to his paws when the door clicked. Fang entered, looking sweaty and tired but with a small grin on his muzzle. Mark ran over and hugged him around his midriff, the big cat resting a paw on his back in return. The rabbit inhaled deeply of his predator's musky scent, intensified by his work at the gym.

“Eager little slut, aren't we?" Mark nodded happily, burying his muzzle into Fang's bellyfur again and breathing deep. “Well I can't say no to your delicious face." Fang pushed past him, tossing his duffel bag to the side and sitting on one of the cushioned armchairs. He spread his legs, then cocked one digit and pointed down. “Come take a whiff from the source."

Mark walked over in a daze. He wanted to fall to his knees, but Fang's chair was actually too tall for him. Instead, the rabbit bent over and leaned forward, muzzle twitching as he approached the sabretooth's musky balls. Fang didn't wait. He palmed the back of Mark's skull and pulled the rabbit in, shoving his face into his groin.

The scent, the wet heat, they overwhelmed Mark. The rabbit swooned, panting, struggling to stay standing. He shoved his own muzzle deeper anyway, forcing his nose under Fang's sweaty sack and trying to get at the tiger's taint. Fang obliged, lifting himself off the chair slightly so Mark could get at his ass. The musky smell of his boyfriend was like heaven to the rabbit.

Fang didn't let him stay. Velvet pads wrapped around his skull, crushing his ears flat, and Mark was pulled back. “Now now, you don't want to ruin your appetite," Fang teased. “I want you horny when you feed me your friend for dinner."

“I don't think I could do anything that would make me not horny when you eat."

“I'm starting to believe you. Let me sit a few minutes and then we'll head over. I'm hungry." He patted his leg and Mark hopped up onto the tiger's thigh, then sat in his lap. He loved feeling the sabretooth's sheath against his ass, even if Fang didn't get hard. Although Mark did feel something. Maybe his tip? “I talked to Panuk and Joseph about you working out with us."

“Oh yeah?" Mark asked.

“They don't really understand it," Fang admitted. “They say the only point of willing prey is to be eaten. They don't really get why I didn't just swallow you that night instead of your neighbor."

“They don't get horny like you do when they eat people? Wouldn't want to keep me around for the sex?"

“I mean, they fuck their prey. But to them it's not really sexual, it's more like masturbation I guess? They don't usually care what the gender of their prey is, but if they hook up with other predators they both have preferences."

“Are they gay?" Mark asked.

“Joseph is. Panuk is… I think he calls himself mostly straight. He's a strict top, but I think he's fucked a few guys. Thing is, he's so big I think he thinks of everybody a little bit like prey."

“Even you?"

“I mean, he can't get close to swallowing me whole, but if he really wanted to he could probably fit me in pieces." Mark turned his head upwards to look at his boyfriend. “It's happened before. Sometimes when prey isn't around… Predators need to eat anyway."

“Have you ever eaten another predator?"

“Like a full grown one?"

“Yeah."

“Not that I can think of… but when I was young I had to eat even prey like that. A sabretooth tiger cub can't really eat anything whole. But that's what these are for," he finished, gesturing to his fangs. Mark shivered. He would be prey, however Fang wanted him. But he couldn't deny he would much, much prefer to go down whole. “Don't worry Mark. I want you kicking in my belly, remember? I prefer my meals whole if at all possible." The rabbit nodded, then tried to get back on track.

“So… your friends at the gym?"

“Oh yeah! They don't understand, but they said they don't really mind someone else coming along. They just asked for a heads up - well, Panuk asked for a heads up so he can eat beforehand so he doesn't get hungry watching you."

“Would he really eat me in front of you?"

Fang was quiet for a moment. “I think he'd ask. But like I said, predators don't expect to hear no. If he asked, he'd be planning to eat you. I don't think you'd be safe around him after that even if I told him no and he listened."

“Which means…"

The tiger smiled at him. “You can come with me next time. I want to bulk you up as much as I can. Plus, the way Panuk eats you'll probably get to see more predators in action. I know it turns you on so much."

“Thanks." Mark snuggled into Fang's chest. “What do we do if Panuk asks for me?"

“I'll tell him no. And then…"

“Then what?"

“Well, I'll probably have to eat you soon after that. Maybe right then and there if he won't take no for an answer. You're going in my belly, like I promised. And Panuk won't stop coming after you once he wants you."

“Will he fight you?"

“Nah, not unless you were like, the last prey on the planet. I'll probably just have to hunt some of his favorites for him."

Mark considered. “What's a polar bear's favorite prey?"

“I don't know about all polar bears, but Panuk likes penguins. He calls 'em a delicacy. He can eat like five in one sitting. I saw it one time when a tour bus full of them let out. He had me and Joseph block the rear door and he just climbed in on all fours and started eating." The tiger shuddered dramatically. “Way too fishy for me. I spat mine back out."

Mark chuckled at the image in his head. “And the elk?"

“Joseph will eat anything, honestly, but I think he likes birds a lot. Not penguins though. Personally, I'm not a huge fan of the feathers, but he has like a tapestry at his apartment he's been working on with them."

“He makes a tapestry using feathers from his prey? Does he pluck them?"

“I think sometimes? Usually he just gets a lot struggling with them when he eats them."

It made Mark horny just to sit here and talk like this. Talking about predatory habits was of course taboo among prey. People didn't have preferred predators, or people they liked to watch eating. But he did. He felt a lot more relaxed sitting here talking about a polar bear who might try to eat him than he did chatting about the weather at work.

A light push at his back convinced Mark to slide down off the chair as Fang stood. He yawned, jaws cracking wide open as he stretched. “Alright, dinner time. You have the address?"

“Yeah."

“Lets go." The tiger grabbed their stuff and put it in a little bag he carried with him since they didn't have pockets. They made their way out through Fang's building without incident. Surprisingly, they made it all the way to Ned's building mostly without incident. The forty minute walk was mostly quiet, although Fang occasionally pointed out predators feeding to Mark. The tiger had a height advantage in spotting them, and Mark still couldn't shift his focus off his safety. A predator feeding was a predator occupied. It was better to look for the ones without prey, usually. Although Mark had always been bad at ignoring the ones satisfying their hungers.

Fang did have to put a paw on Mark's shoulder once when a shark coming their way leered at him and stepped into his path. The tiger growled at the shark and steered them round. Instead of acting aggressive like Mark feared though, the shark just looked confused when he saw Mark lean back into Fang's hold. Most people were like that, not understanding on either side. Well, basically all of them so far.

Mark pressed the button next to Ned's room number outside the building. A few moments passed, and then Ned's voice answered. “Hello?"

“Hey Ned, it's me, Mark! Taking you up on that offer of a place to crash tonight?"

“Hey Mark! Glad to hear your voice. Come on in, and when you knock, do a three pyramid so I know its you at the door."

“Gotcha," Mark replied. The door buzzed, and Fang pushed it open to let them both in. An owl was checking his mailbox in the lobby when they stepped in. Turning at the sound of the door to see Fang, they hooted in surprised and practically ran out the door to the stairs, leaving their mailbox open.

“Clumsy," Fang said. “I could take everything in there if I wanted." Mark shrugged.

“If he stayed, you could've eaten him and still taken everything in there. Prey rule number 3; Everything is replaceable except you."

“Not true," Fang rumbled as they walked forward. “Your parents could make a dozen more of you whenever they wanted."

“Well, my mom gotten eaten by a hawk and my dad is crocodile shit, so it'd be a bit hard for them."

“You know what I mean."

“You're missing the point," Mark said as he pressed the button for the elevator. “Of course prey are replaceable to you, but to us, we can't be replaced."

“I guess I see that." Mark shook his head as they got in the elevator and he hit the button for the ninth floor. “So what are the other prey rules?" Fang asked.

“Well, they aren't universal really, but number 1 is 'Don't trust a predator' and number 2 is 'Look out for yourself first'.

“You're not good at the prey rules, Mark. Trusting me all this time, trying to help your friend not get eaten by your boss, and of course, that night you stayed with me instead of running and trying to replace everything in your life."

The rabbit sighed, leaning against his boyfriend. “Yeah, I guess so. Doesn't really work anyway, does it?"

“Not really. But I guess, on aggregate, it helps prey as a society keep going."

Mark poked the tiger's stomach. “I think that has more to do with the fact that you guys can only eat so many of us, and you don't have as many kids. We just make up the rules because they make us feel like we're doing something instead of getting lucky."

“Fair point." The elevator dinged and they stepped off onto the carpeted hallway. Mark led the way down to the correct door. As they walked, Fang whispered a question, keeping his voice low so he didn't attract attention. “What's a three pyramid?"

“Directions for knocking. Its just something a group of us have as another layer of security."

Mark found the right door and followed Ned's instructions by knocking once, then twice, then three times. He waited a moment then did it in reverse. He thought he saw something move through the tiny peephole. Fang had pressed himself against the wall to the side to avoid the fish eye effect of the glass. The sabretooth tiger was graceful and lithe, but he still had to squeeze his large form out of view. A moment passed, and Mark started to sweat, wondering if Ned had somehow caught on. Did he see Fang? Did the rabbit give something away in his appearance? And then Mark heard the clank of a chain and a latch sliding back, and he knew the goat was doomed. Tiger food, although he still didn't know it.

Ned pulled the door open, smiling at Mark. “Hey man, glad you made it through the city! Come on in." Mark stepped through, smiling back at the goat. His friend was wearing clothes, even in his own apartment. A simple short sleeve shirt in pale green, and tan shorts. His coarse white fur was short for the summer season. He was a little taller than Mark with a pair of curved horns that gave him even more height, and he kept himself in better shape than the rabbit too. Ned tried to push the door closed quickly, but Mark heard a thump as Fang stuck a footpaw in the gap. The rabbit watched Ned's smile vanish, replaced by abject terror. He stumbled back from the door, instinctively knowing he couldn't force the tiger out. “Behind you!" he screamed at the rabbit.

Mark's smile became apologetic. He stepped further into the apartment, allowing Fang to enter behind him and close the door. The click of the lock sounded ominous, even to the rabbit. “I'm sorry I lied to you Ned," Mark spoke as he moved forward towards the goat. Ned stood there, seeming frozen in fear. Mark gave him a quick hug. “I would have been honest with you if I thought I could get you to understand, but it never would've worked over text."

“Understand what?" the goat asked. His voice was surprisingly calm. He didn't move when the rabbit hugged him, keeping his arms at his side. His heart was racing - Mark could feel it through his chest. Suddenly Ned snapped his arms up and shoved Mark away hard. The rabbit stumbled backwards, only for Fang to catch him by his shoulders and keep him upright. “Understand you sold me out? You're feeding me to that predator to save yourself?"

“No!" Mark said. “Well, not to save myself. This is my boyfriend, Fang."

“Nice to meet you, Ned," the sabretooth tiger rumbled.

“Boyfriend? Are you insane?!" Ned shouted. The goat's frozen moment of shock was melting away, panic taking over his features.

Mark grinned a little, trying to defuse the situation. “Yeah, probably. See, it's not about saving myself Ned. Fang is gonna eat me too someday. He almost ate me last night, and a few days ago, but…"

“But this little rabbit has an ass that doesn't quit and something about him that makes me want seconds. And thirds," Fang finished. “Still, I gotta eat somebody. I had Mark here scroll through his contacts and you looked like a juicy piece of meat. So, here we are. Bit of an early dinner for me, but I couldn't wait any longer."

“You just… picked me off a list on his phone? And you helped him?" Ned asked, disbelief and fear warring in his face. He backed away slowly, although the apartment wasn't large. Fang's head almost brushed the ceiling. The goat's horizontal pupils had always fascinated Mark, and he watched them widen as they kept speaking.

“That's the thing, Ned. You were always going to be eaten by somebody. You did everything right, and it still wasn't enough." Mark stepped forward again. “I know its hard, but try to enjoy this. It was always meant to be."

“Fuck off," Ned spat, backing up further. “If you didn't get horny for some predator dick none of this would be happening. Or if you just hopped down his throat last night and rid the world of your stupidity."

“Don't call him stupid, meat," Fang growled. The big cat advanced behind Mark, his warmth and presence somehow comforting to the rabbit, despite what they were here to do. “I'd say he's the smart one. One of you two will still be alive in a couple hours."

“Fuck you, asshole."

“Other way around. I like my meat tenderized."

For a tense moment, all three of them stood there, staring at each other. Ned's eyes flicked to Mark's face, searching. For what, the rabbit wasn't sure. And then the goat turned and sprinted for the bathroom. The only exit was out the window to the fire escape, but he had to know the tiger would catch him just opening the damn thing. He must have been hoping to barricade himself into the bathroom. He didn't make it.

Mark had been lured in by the sabretooth's lazy ways with the rabbit, the easy grace and carefree attitude. He never forgot the tiger was a predator - he just forgot what that meant. So even he was surprised when Fang leaped, clearing the fifteen foot gap between him and the goat with ease. His lunge barely made a sound. That wasn't right. Six hundred pounds of tiger had to make some kind of noise when it moved so quickly, surely?

It made a lot of noise when the tiger crashed into the goat and brought them both to the floor. Everybody nearby had probably already heard the goat's yelling beforehand, but there was no doubt what was happening now. Mark had been there before. You just pretended not to hear, but all of them knew when a predator began feeding. No more pretending. Mark stepped towards the pair, then looked down at a strange sensation. His dick was rock hard and leaking. When had he gotten erect? Seeing the tiger so effortlessly take his prey had aroused the rabbit intensely. Ned was whimpering underneath the sabretooth where he lay on the floor.

Fang looked up as the rabbit approached the pair, and the hunger in those amber eyes stopped the rabbit cold. It was instinctual, biological. His muscles wouldn't obey his command to move closer to a predator so intent on devouring him. And then Fang spoke, and his deep rumbling voice cut through the fog on Mark's mind. “Take your friend to the bed and get his ass ready. If I try to rim him right now I'll fold him in half and stuff him into my muzzle." Mark nodded and moved closer, but Fang leaned down over the pinned goat first. “Hurt him," he purred into Ned's ear. “And you'll go down in pieces after I show you what these fangs are really for."

The tiger had been covering the goat on all fours, but now he leaned back to settle onto his haunches. The move revealed his own erect cock, barbed, throbbing, and leaking precum all over the goat's shirt. Ned was curled up in the fetal position as Mark stepped closer and leaned down to offer a paw. His friend - probably former friend, now - stared back without moving. “Come on," Mark said in a low voice. “Fang is gonna fuck you no matter what. If you don't let me help you out a little, you're gonna regret it." Slowly, the goat reached up and grasped the rabbit's wrist. Mark helped heave him to his feet. Before they could move away, Ned gasped as Fang reached out and ripped a claw down the goat's shirt. He closed his eyes in fear and shame as the tiger ripped his shorts off next. The goat was freeballing, but alone among the three males he showed no hint of his dick through his sheath.

As Mark walked him to the bed, his former friend found his voice. “How could you do this to me?" He didn't look at Mark. The rabbit could see the goat's ears were still tilted backwards like he was listening for movement from the aroused tiger behind him. Indeed, they twitched and Ned jumped as Fang slowly lifted himself onto his paws to walk with them to the bed.

Mark shrugged. “Fang asked to eat you. It makes me horny watching predators eat, and watching him do it is gonna be something special."

“You're feeding me to a predator because you get off on it?"

“I guess when you sum it all up, yeah. I mean, look at this," Mark gestured to his rock hard prick. Ned was definitely not aroused himself. “I've always been turned on by predators I saw in public. I'd watch somebody get snatched up, used and then just, eaten. Like they weren't really people, just a snack on the way to work. Gets me going." The rabbit pushed Ned gently to the bed. “All fours, or you could bend over the side. Whatever's more comfortable."

“No," Fang rumbled behind them. “All fours on the edge. You're too short for me to fuck bent over."

Ned whimpered as he clambered onto the bed. Mark decided not to try and drag this out with whispered words and promises. Truth was, the goat was not going to enjoy this no matter what. And Ned had a point. Mark didn't really believe this was for anybody other than him, anymore. Might as well embrace being selfish. So the rabbit bent down a little, lifted up the goat's short tail, and stuffed his muzzle into the puckered hole he found there. Ned gasped and tried to squeeze his legs together more tightly, his tail pressing down on Mark's head. The rabbit didn't let up, reaching a paw to push the goat's legs apart as he slobbered over Ned's hole. There was no sensual licking, no teasing traces, no slow build up. Mark focused on lubing the goat, working his tongue around the male's entrance as much as he could. As he worked, he felt a warmth and weight come up behind him. Something hot and wet poked his own hole, making Mark moan. But before it could go any further, Fang pushed the tip of his dick up past the rabbit's crack, trailing pre all up his boyfriend's back as he slowly settled his tigerhood on the lapine.

With that heavy warmth leaking onto him, Mark tried to go deeper. He ignored Ned's whimpers, and when the goat pulled away the rabbit reached up and grabbed his balls. Ned tensed, freezing in place, and Mark pulled back gently, forcing the male to lean back into his muzzle. The rabbit's tongue pressed against that spit soaked entrance, trying to squeeze in. The goat denied him. Mark pressed forward harder, trying to get just the tip past that tight sphincter, but Ned was too nervous, and the rabbit didn't have the strength to force him open.

A heavy paw landed on Mark's shoulder and pulled him away. Mark blinked in the suddenly cool air after the warmth of the goat's ass. “Enough. You did your best. Go around front and hold his shoulders so I can push into him." Fang stepped forward, pushing the rabbit to the side. His pink cock swung between his legs, pointing straight out, inching towards his target. Mark scrambled onto the bed on his knees and got in front of Ned. The goat looked up at him for a moment, betrayal in his eyes, but then he turned to look over his shoulder. The motion turned his ass away, but the sabretooth tiger wasn't having that. Fang wrapped his paws around Ned's hips and pulled him straight. The big cat could almost completely encircle the goat's midsection in his grip. The tiger stepped forward, lining himself up. Looking down the goat's body, Mark began to truly appreciate what was coming. He'd taken the tiger's cock - intensely aroused and an experienced bottom already. The goat wasn't ready to be fucked by something that could probably hit his large intestine.

Mark grabbed the goat's shoulders. Ned looked up at him once more, opening his muzzle to say something. But Fang tensed and shoved in, and the goat's words were lost to a scream as the sabretooth pulled the goat backwards, impaling him on half of that forearm sized dick.

There was nothing for Mark to do as his boyfriend started rutting. Despite asking Mark to hold the goat steady, the tiger's overwhelming strength just pulled the smaller male backwards, using him like a toy. Fang didn't stop pulling until his white furred hips pressed against the goat's white furred ass. Mark remembered the way the tiger had taken him that first night. He'd warned the rabbit about his barbs. Not much, but it had been something. He didn't warn Ned. He just yanked his hips back, and Mark watched as the goat's horizontal pupils widened, his mouth working but no sound coming out. A single tear rolled down his former friend's cheek.

Fang slammed his hips forward again, and the sabretooth meat in his guts forced a gasp out of Ned this time. Voiceless screams worked his jaw as the goat let his head fall forward, his arms collapsing underneath him as the rutting tiger pulled back and raked his rectum with those vicious barbs. Mark looked up from the ruined goat into Fang's face. The tiger grinned at him, a feral grin that showed his teeth framed by his massive tusklike fangs. Mark moaned as Fang ran his tongue across those shining teeth, even as he continued fucking the goat hard.

“Jerk off on him," Fang ordered. His hips slapped loudly against Ned's ass as the goat tried to find his voice to cry out still. Mark could imagine the sight of Fang's orange furred balls swinging wildly with each thrust between them. Ned didn't react to the tiger's command as Mark shuffled forwards a bit. He hesitated, looking down at the goat. “Cum on his face," Fang urged.

That seemed to get the goat's attention. Ned looked up from the bed, his expression twisted in pain. A low keening noise rose from his throat as he looked past the rabbit's dripping cock to Mark's face. And the rabbit couldn't help but sneer down at him. Pathetic. Mark's paw slipped down to his dick and started to stroke, gathering pre from his tip and rubbing it along his length. Ned's face contorted at the sight, and Mark felt a thrill run down his spine as he jerked himself off faster. Ned's whole body shook with each thrust from the hungry predator using his hole, and each time Fang dragged his cock out the goat whimpered in pain.

Mark was turned on by every tortured squeal. Finally, he had a chance to show how he felt. If these other prey had just accepted reality, like him, they'd be much better off. Ned was just the latest prey, but he wouldn't be the last. The rabbit's paw pumped his cock, and Mark started thrusting his hips too. He was rapidly approaching his climax. He was gonna cum all over this slab of meat, and his boyfriend was going to enjoy the taste when he devoured this goat and digested him.

“Fuck, its so hot watching you get off on this," Fang growled. Mark snapped his head up, ears facing his boyfriend. The two of them locked eyes. Those amber windows held Mark's gaze as the sabretooth tiger fucked hard. Everybody in the room heard his stomach growl, louder than the tiger's continuous subsonic purr.

“I'm gonna cum," Mark gasped. He looked down and grabbed Ned's chin, pulling the goat's face up level with his cock. The other male twisted, trying to bring his arms up, but Fang grabbed his tail and pulled, humping into the goat hard and fast. Ned's whole body shook and trembled, his arms going instinctively to try and support him. The rabbit moaned out in pleasure as his orgasm took him. He aimed rope after rope of semen over the goat's face. Ned spluttered and yelled, but that just got some in his mouth. He closed his eyes as Mark erupted over his forehead, cum dripping off one of the goat's horns. As his pulsing cock slowed and started to drool, Mark pushed hips forward and dragged the leaking tip over Ned's check, reveling in the soft texture of fur.

An orange furred paw reached out and wrapped around the horn Mark didn't get cum on. That inexorable strength of a predator pulled the goat's head back and up. Ned screamed as Fang pulled him upright, fully impaling the goat on his cock as the sabretooth stood up from the bed. Mark practically drooled at the sight. Fang, knees slightly bent and leaning back. One paw held the horn while the other still gripped Ned's waist. The goat tried to kick, but Fang deftly pushed his thighs forward and out, spreading the goat wide open over his own muscled legs. Using his handles, he started to lift the goat up and fuck him standing, a continuous rumbling growl coming from his chest.

He looked at Mark as he brutalized the goat. “Take a picture." Mark knelt there for a second, not comprehending as his horny brain processed the words. Then he scrambled off the bed, stepping around the rutting tiger and running for the bag Fang had brought and placed by the door. He got out his phone and sprinted back across the apartment. Fang had turned around, still standing, and was thrusting erratically. Trembling, Mark opened the camera and started taking pictures as fast as he could. He moved around, trying to get every angle while his still hard cock bounced between his legs.

Fang tilted his head back and roared. No contented growls, no throaty purrs, a full throated roar that made Mark jump and step back despite his best efforts. The sabretooth continued to roar as he pulled Ned down all the way, the goat braying and screaming on his own. Mark couldn't see any of Fang's cock - all twelve inches were buried in the goat's ass. He did see Fang's nuts pulled tight against the tiger's sheath, and he watched the big cat's whole body tremble in time with his throbbing maleness as his balls were emptied into Ned's guts. The bulge of Fang's cock was noticeable, pressing out the white fur of Ned's abdomen. Mark continued to take pictures of everything, close up now.

Slowly, very slowly, all three of them came down off their high. For Ned, his high had been pure adrenaline and fear. Now all he could do was whimper. Mark could see those whimpers were timed with throbs from Fang's nuts - the tiger was still pumping the end of his load into the goat. Fang slowly sat back, settling down onto the low bed, keeping Ned impaled on his cock. One paw still gripped the goat's horn. As his orgasm finished, the tiger tensed his grip, making the goat gasp and lean his head back and to the side. Fang leaned forward, putting his muzzle and fangs right up against the goat's exposed neck.

“You know what happens next," the tiger purred. Ned whimpered. “And when I'm shitting you out later, I don't want your horns destroying my ass like I just did to you. So…" The tiger's fur rippled over his muscular right arm and shoulder. His other paw came up, grabbing the goat by the left arm and pulling the other direction.

Ned screamed. “Noooo please!"

SNAP

The goat's horn came off jagged at the base. His body rocked to the side at the break, tears streaming down his face. Fang regarded the horn for a moment, then tossed it carelessly to the side. Ned looked odd without one of his horns as Mark regarded him. He still whimpered and twitched at Fang's movements as they stimulated the massive cock buried inside him.

The sabretooth tiger reached up a claw and gently traced the remaining horn. He trailed it through the thin rope of rabbit cum Mark had left, then brought it to his muzzle and extended his tongue to lick off the little drip, staring right at his boyfriend. Mark went weak in the knees as he held his phone, camera forgotten. “Mmmm. You always taste delicious, Mark." The rabbit nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Ned was whimpering, whispering under his breath. “What's that, meat?"

Ned flinched at being addressed. “Please don't pull my other horn off."

“Hmmm," Fang made a show of tapping his chin. He leaned back ostentatiously, causing the goat to yelp as he was moved around with their hips connected. “Well, I told you I don't want to shit it out after I digest you. Mark doesn't want that either, since he'll have to hear me complain while I get rid of you." Tears flowed freely down Ned's face as he sat there, helpless. “Oh, I know!"

Fang winked at Mark, and then he leaned forward again with another yelp from the goat. Without pausing, he continued curling his upper body, jaws opening wide. He lunged down, taking the goat's whole head in his muzzle as his lips wrapped around Ned's neck. Mark heard the goat's scream through the muffling fur and muscle, and thought his heart about stopped. And then Fang slowly pulled his head up, letting his lips stay sealed around the goat's fur. The goat's muzzle appeared, then his eyes. They were slow to open, but he met Mark's gaze. The rabbit saw the terror there, and also the beginning of resignation.

Fang's muzzle slipped upwards to the goat's forehead, then stopped. He had closed his jaws around Ned's remaining horn. Mark saw his lips peel back. The tiger snapped his teeth shut.

CRUNCH

Ned gasped in pain as the sudden pressure twisted his head. Then he sat there, stunned, slowly reaching up a paw to feel for his horn. Fang grinned and spat out the saliva covered appendage into the goat's paw. Ned's expression twisted, and suddenly Mark saw rage flare. The rabbit opened his mouth to warn Fang when the goat twisted, trying to ram the pointed tip of his ruined horn into the tiger's side. The sabretooth caught his paw easily.

“No!" Ned screamed. “This can't be real, I can't -" He started to struggle, twisting around in Fang's lap. The tiger easily pulled the horn free from his paw and tossed it aside. Then he lay back, a grin on his muzzle as the goat squirmed.

“You know how to treat a guy right," he quipped. “Mark, I want you to squirm like this next time you ride me." Mark nodded, but Ned had a goal. Wincing, moaning in pain, he leaned forward and tried to lift himself off Fang's barbed cock. Mark knew the feeling. Each inch was painful given the size difference. Slowly the goat worked himself up, each excruciating moment.

“Fang?" Mark asked. “He's actually getting up."

“Yeah," the tiger panted, his tongue lolling out. “Feels incredible." He let his head fall back onto the bed and moaned in pleasure.

Amazingly, Ned managed it. He screamed out as he got his legs under him on the edge of the bed and practically leaped off that barbed monstrosity. A thin trail of tiger cum connected them for an instant. Ned's paws hit the floor and gave out beneath him, sending him tumbling to the floor between Mark and Fang. The tiger just lay there. “Uh Fang?"

Finally the tiger lifted his head. He grinned at Mark. “Be a dear and grab my food for me?" Mark shook his head, but he tossed his phone on the bed and leaned down to grab the goat. Ned scrambled to the side, trying again to stand. His whole body shook and trembled.

“Get the fuck away from me!" he screamed. He stumbled upright. Mark lunged for him and the goat shoved him aside, bumping into the wall in the process. He tried to run to the door and tripped on the rug, going to his knees. Mark stepped after him more cautiously, but the goat scrambled up again and ran for the door so the rabbit followed. As Ned raised his arms to get the deadbolt undone, Mark slammed into him from behind, wrapping his arms around the goat's middle.

Normally, Ned would be able to break free easily. He had a slight size advantage and was much more in shape than the rabbit. But the goat had just been fucked within an inch of his life. His whole body shook as Mark hauled him away from the door. The chain rattled and slipped free, unlocking it, but Mark had a good grip now. He spun them around and started shoving the goat back towards the bed. Towards the tiger.

Fang had flipped himself around, laying down on his stomach on the bed. He crooked a digit at them. “Good. Bring him to me, Mark." He opened his muzzle as they got closer, drool dripping from his teeth and fangs.

“Nooooo," Ned screamed. “Please no, please Mark pleaaaaaaase!" He scrabbled with his hooves on the floor, but his legs still weren't strong and the rabbit pushed him forward to within a couple feet of the hungry sabretooth. The rabbit's erect cock was getting squished as Mark grappled the goat. Seeing Fang's cavernous muzzle, the thrill of actually feeding someone to him had him incredibly horny still.

“I'll do anything, whatever you want! For both of you! Mark just let me go! The door's unlocked, we can escape!"

“Why?" Mark asked as he pushed the goat forward a few more inches. “So we can go out into the city covered in cum and get eaten by a bear in the subway? Maybe a lion who takes our applications for a new apartment?" Mark pointed at the dripping jaws in front of them. “That's the only home we have, Ned. You don't believe this, but I'm jealous of you right now." Ned opened his muzzle to reply, but Mark kicked his legs out from under him. As the goat hit the floor and tried to orient himself, Mark grabbed one of Ned's calves and towed him forward, shoving the limb into Fang's muzzle.

His boyfriend snapped his jaws shut. He didn't bite the leg off, but Mark knew that the goat was now trapped, well and truly. A predator's jaws didn't let anybody out. Ned screamed at the sight of his leg in the tiger's mouth. “He's tasting me! Oh shit, help me!" Instead, Mark grabbed the goat's other leg. He pulled it towards Fang, but Ned finally found some real strength in panic. He kicked hard, making the rabbit stumble away, but then he tried to kick at Fang's nose. The tiger's muzzle snapped open with precision, and closed again just as fast. And just like that the goat's legs were in the sabretooth tiger's jaws.

“Oh no," Ned whispered.

Fang shoved his head forward off the bed, his front paws reaching down to the floor. His muzzle slipped up the goat's body to his thighs. “Please," Ned whispered again. Fang pushed forward more, walking his torso off the bed as he devoured his prey. His tongue slipped out, licking over the goat's well fucked ass. As always, despite the tiger's heavy balls, his load had been pumped so far up the goat it barely trickled out. Mark's gaze lingered on Ned's maleness. The goat had never once gotten hard, not even peeked out of his sheath. Oh well.

Fang walked his jaws forward again. This time a gulping sound could be heard as he started swallowing. Ned's hooves were in the tiger's throat. Mark's former friend whimpered. Fang gestured to Mark with one paw, holding himself up with the other. He directed the rabbit around to Ned's head, and mimed lifting the goat. Mark obliged, reaching down under Ned's shoulders to hoist his torso up. The goat had been bent at an awkward angle before as Fang fed downwards on him, but now Mark lifted him up so he could slide down the tiger's gullet, right into the waiting stomach. Fang took advantage, gulping heavily and swallowing the goat up to his chest in one go. The sabretooth tiger stepped off the bed with his back legs, now kneeling on the floor as Mark fed his former friend to him.

“I hope you get yours, Mark," Ned said. It was in a surprisingly normal tone. “I hope you get torn apart by some predator and you die screaming."

“Don't worry Ned," Mark said. “One day, I'm following you down. And I hope somebody rides Fang and cums all over the bulge I make in his belly like I'm gonna do for you."

The goat tried to tilt his head back to look at Mark, but the rabbit missed his expression because Fang shoved his muzzle forward, right up to the goat's chin. Mark was forced to let go of the goat. Fang had started to lean back, almost upright on his bent knees. The goat's arms were forced out and up as his chin was caught. Fang made another small swallow, taking in Ned's entire head between his jaws. His boyfriend beckoned to him and mimed a motion with his paw. Grinning, Mark stepped up and reached between Fang's lips to rest his paws on Ned's head. Then he shoved.

Mark heard Ned break his calm demeanor and scream as he slipped down the massive feline's throat. His arms drained into that hungry muzzle, and Fang snapped his jaws shut as the grasping digits slipped between his teeth. The tiger stood as he swallowed again, grabbing Mark and pulling him close. The rabbit watched, enraptured, as the bulge that used to be his friend slid through the rusty orange and white fur of Fang's torso down to his belly. The tiger was holding him tight, and Mark felt as Ned was squeezed into the stomach, forced to curl up tightly in the cramped organ. It made a bulge that pushed Mark back into those velvety paws. Immediately it began to squirm and thrash. Mark placed a paw on it, pushing back as the goat tried to escape. He looked along the wriggling belly into his boyfriend's face where Fang was licking his lips. It made Mark melt.

“Delicious," Fang rumbled.

“Let me ride you," Mark said.

A flicker of surprise in the tiger's amber eyes. He still wasn't used to Mark's ways. “How could I say no? You can give me a belly rub while I fuck you."

The sabretooth laid back down on the bed and helped Mark mount his bulging gut. The bed creaked alarmingly, but surprisingly held all three of them. Very soon now, it would be just the two of them, a tiger full of goat meat and a rabbit stuffed full of tiger meat. His boyfriend's erection had flagged while he ate dinner, but it was already throbbing back to life as Mark climbed on top of him. He ground his ass back into that barbed shaft and in seconds it was rock hard and starting to leak again.

“All the way, no stopping," Fang ordered. “And back up just as fast. Ride me, or I'll fuck you through this mattress while your friend dies on top of you."

Mark moaned as he lifted himself up and used a paw between his legs to position that hot tip at his hole. “Is that a promise?" He slid down immediately, not waiting for an answer. Fang hissed, his face contorted. Mark slid down that enormous cock like he was made for it. As he settled onto it, his paws pressed down hard into Fang's belly. Mark swore he could hear faint screams and yells through the thinly stretched muscle. He didn't ignore his boyfriend's orders. As his well trained ass touched the tiger's sheath Mark concentrated and tried to lift himself back up. It still hurt, a little, but nothing like it had just yesterday. The rabbit was just so aroused by his predator feeding he felt like he could take a fist up his ass. Or maybe a polar bear.

Near the tip, Mark braced himself and then slammed his ass down. Fang groaned, a deep sound vibrating through his chest. He put his paws on the bed, his claws slipping out and shredding the sheets as he flexed them. Mark built up a rhythm, which was practically a full body workout as he did squats on a foot of barbed sabretooth dick. Whenever he was low, he rubbed against Fang's belly. He clenched his ass in time with his thrusts down the tiger, and he squeezed his knees together as he did so. He thought about what Ned must be feeling. Crushing weight on all sides, air running out. Caustic juices burning his fur, seeping in through his eyes and mouth and his abused asshole. Soon, very soon -

Fang rumbled, then opened his jaws and belched, a two second funeral as the air he'd swallowed with the goat was worked back out by Mark's rubbing. Frantic thrashing accompanied the burp as Ned suffocated underneath the rabbit. And Mark came. He hadn't even been on the edge, but seeing the sabretooth tiger just exhaling the goat's last breath, glimpsing that pink fleshy throat and drooling fangs, sent Mark into bliss. Fang took over, humping upwards into the rabbit and fucking ropes of cum out onto the tiger's white furred belly as it wriggled and squirmed. Suddenly it stilled, and Mark moaned again, another throb forcing his orgasm to continue. The sabretooth grabbed Mark's phone from next to him on the bed and held it up, probably taking pictures as the rabbit's orgasm dwindled. Mark could barely see from the intensity of his pleasure so he just hung on, mouth open and moaning.

Sudden motion as Fang tossed the phone aside and grabbed him, pulling him close, spinning him around on that barbed shaft, and then rolling on top of him. The heavy movement and shift to one side snapped the bedframe beneath the tiger as he rolled, but he didn't stop. Still impaling the rabbit, he started to rut. More wood snapped beneath them, but Mark was barely aware of it. He could feel the tiger's familiar weight on him - Fang mounted him every morning now. But this time there was another heavy weight settled on his back as the tiger pounded him into a puddle. Ned was just meat in a stomach now.

Fang barely made it another minute before he roared again. Mark was gasping for breath beneath the crushing weight of the very full tiger, but he felt that liquid heat pumped into his guts. He twitched and thrashed underneath his boyfriend as he orgasmed again. A part of him wondered if he'd even cum this time, or if he'd been emptied out earlier over the tiger's stomach.

At long last, the motion on the bed stilled. Mark shifted to get a clear space to breathe. The two of them lay there, the only sounds their panting and the gurgle of the tiger's guts crunching the goat down into nothing. Mark found the sound relaxing, somehow, and as they lay there, exhausted and overstimulated, the rabbit managed to fall asleep in the arms of a predator.