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Caught Napping

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The tall grey stud slowed his pace as he approached the street corner. The "don't walk" sign was illuminated, so Reinart jogged in place to keep his heartrate up, breaths fogging the crisp early-morning air. A pale blue t-shirt clung tightly to the stallion's broad chest, looking like it might rip if he flexed too hard. The phrase "I count calories. How many are you?" was proudly emblazoned on the front.

Reinart glanced over and took note of an unusually tall pair of rabbit ears lazily hanging back over top of the bench at the bus stop. Chuckling, he moved closer and continued bouncing in pace. A grey and white bunny was waiting for the bus, head slumped back against the top of the bench. His eyes were closed, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.

Reinart quietly observed for a few seconds, but the rabbit seemed unfazed by his presence. When a car failed to notice that the traffic light had changed, a horn blared, causing the rabbit's head to sharply snap up, accompanied by a startled yelp as he fumbled - and subsequently dropped - the phone in his hands.

"Oh, come on, I just replaced that!" he whined, bending down and quickly snatching his phone from the sidewalk. He breathed a sigh of relief after inspecting it for damage, finding none. The protective case had done its job.

"Heh, lucky save," Reinart chuckled. The rabbit didn't respond. The stud tipped his head, then noticed a small set of white earbuds protruding from the rabbit's ears. He coughed loudly, but the snowshoe rabbit still didn't respond. The rabbit was gazing at his phone screen, but before long, his head was dipping, looking drowsy and unfocused.

A smirk crawled up Reinart's lips. Oblivious to your surroundings? That will get you in trouble in a place like this, bunny. A series of steady chirps grabbed Reinart's attention before he could entertain that thought further. The light had changed, the crosswalk indicated it was safe, prompting the stallion to turn away from the dozing lapin and resume his jog.

When Reinart made his return pass half an hour later, he was startled (and amused) to discover the same rabbit waiting at the bus stop. They were slumped forward, elbows resting on their thighs, once again threatening to drop their phone as they dozed.

"Well, I'm not gonna overlook an opportunity twice," Reinart chuckled to himself. He was nearly wrapped up with the first segment of his workout routine. A fitness instructor and personal coach, his usual routine was a morning jog, a quick stop at his favorite juice bar for a protein shake, then off to the gym to lift weights and coach his classes. But if an easy, convenient meal just happened to present itself along the way?

Reinart lifted his smart watch to his face. "Hey, Giggle, how many calories is rabbit meat?"

A voice dictated the response into his own earbuds. "Rabbit meat is approximately 147 calories per three ounce portion, or 173 calories per every 100 grams, and is considered a lean protein with only four percent fat by weight on average."

Lean protein.

That was all he needed to know. Reinart didn't even bother to check his surroundings, confidently strolling toward the oblivious bunny. A dark grey hand reached out and wrapped around the rabbit's tall ears, causing him to shriek in surprise as Reinart effortlessly lifted him. If the bunny wasn't awake, they certainly were now, blue-grey eyes wide as they were lifted to Reinart's face.

"Ow, hey, what the heck?! Put me down!" the rabbit shouted, drawing attention, but Reinart didn't care.

A wet tongue was liberally applied to his face and cheek, prompting him to quickly lift his hands to push it away, but this only resulted in Reinart slurping his wrist and fingers instead. Reinart was pleased with the taste. Nothing special, no unusual scents or flavors, just the delicate, natural flavor of prey.

Reinart was feeling generous. "I'll offer you a bit of life advice, rabbit."

Despite dangling by the ears, the bunny folded his arms and gave a grumpy look. "Hare."

"What about hair?" Reinart looked puzzled.

"Not hair. Hare. I'm a snowshoe hare, not a rabbit. Know the difference," the bunny pressed. "And I don't appreciate being picked up by the ears, so if you could put me down..."

"What's your name?"

"Brin."

The stallion looked simultaneously amused and perplexed. "You seem rather unconcerned for a bunny that's about to be eaten, Brin."

"Eaten?" Now Brin looked concerned, but when he started wiggling, he winced. He was still being held aloft by the ears. "Now, hold up, I've got places to be! I'm already running late for work without some random predator trying to snatch me off the street!"

Reinart smirked. He scrutinized the lithe hare and gently lifted and dipped him, getting a feel for his prey's bulk. Eventually, he asked outright, "How much do you weigh?"

"Does it matter?" Brin shot back.

The stallion nodded. "Does to me. Wouldn't want to spoil my diet."

He could see the gears turning in Brin's eyes. The rabbit eventually replied, "Thirty. Ish."

Reinart bobbled him again. "Pounds?" He looked skeptical.

The hare shook his head, furrowing his brow. "Kilos. Who uses imperial these days?"

Reinart ignored the jab. He did some quick head math. Roughly 2/3 of the body was meat, more or less. Twenty kilos, multiplied by 173 calories per 100 grams...somewhere in the ballpark of 35,000 calories. He considered it for a moment. It was well more than eight feet of personal fitness instructor required in a day, especially a single meal. He frowned.

"Soooo, are you gonna put me down, or...?" Brin looked hopeful.

Reinart's stomach loudly growled. If he were still jogging, he'd be at the juice bar already, ordering his protein shake for the day. His smirk eventually returned. "I'll just call it my cheat day."

Brin's eyes widened again, then he reached up to grab at Reinart's thick wrist and punch it, to little effect. It was like smacking a rigid slab of meat, given the stud's muscular forearms. Reinart chuckled and grabbed one of Brin's wrists, pinning it to his side with little effort. He hefted the hare skyward by the ears.

"Wait, waitwaitwait!" Brin panicked. "C-can we discuss this? You said you had advice!"

It was clear he was doing anything in his power to stall. But Reinart grinned and decided to entertain Brin's request. "Advice? Ah, yes! I did have something for you."

Brin was lowered to eye level with the stallion again. "Go on?" he asked hopefully.

"I couldn't help noticing that you were nodding off while you waited," Reinart started.

"Y-yeah, had a long night," Brin admitted. "May have slept through my alarm; had to hurry out the door and skip breakfast."

"Oh, where do I even begin?" Reinart scolded. "Proper rest and diet are crucial for your physical and mental wellbeing."

"What are you, a life coach?" Brin inquired.

"Yes," the stallion replied. "You can sign up for my classes if you're interested. But I'll give you a tip, free of charge: if you find yourself nodding off, have a snack like an apple, or get up and move around a bit to perk yourself up."

"Cool, are you gonna let me go now?" Brin looked hopeful.

"No. I'm still going to eat you."

"Then what was the point of giving me advice?" Brin flailed.

"It's what I do," Reinart grinned. "That being said, I'm on a tight schedule, so if you could do me a favor and slip down without too much fuss..."

Brin yelped as he was lifted higher once more, feet kicking well off the ground. Reinart was easily twice Brin's height and was having little trouble handling the small hare despite his wriggling. There were more onlookers now that the sun was coming up, but nobody stopped to rescue Brin. Some were intently paying attention, recording with cell phones, even.

"Come on, I have somewhere to be! I'm late for work!" Brin reminded.

It didn't stop Reinart from wrapping his jaws around Brin's bare feet and swiftly swallowing. The snowshoe bunny tugged sharply and attempted to extract his paws, and half-succeeded, only to be gulped up to his knees. Another swallow had him up to his thighs in Reinart's mouth.

"I can't be late again! I'll lose my job!" Brin fretted, reaching down to push at the stallion's jaws, but Reinart quickly snatched him by the wrists and sharply pulled, cramming the hare farther into his throat.

It was amusing to Reinart that losing a job was more pressing to this hare than the fact that he was halfway down a predator's throat. Brin was panicky, but his tone and wording suggested he was being inconvenienced, at worst. That made it easier for Reinart. He wasn't cruel, he wasn't malicious, he was simply hungry. And this sleepy bunny was a perfect opportunity. If he didn't, certainly another predator would, eventually.

"I'll buy you breakfast, I'll give you money!" Brin bargained, but the offers were ignored.

When Reinart gazed up at his meal, he smirked. Brin's blue-grey eyes were wide, filled with apprehension, but the hare's white face was also flush as he stared down at his captor. There were mixed emotions in the hare's expression.

Glllllllp!

Now the hare was up to his waist, Reinart sighing happily as he felt his meal's legs squirming deep in his throat. Lively meals were always a treat. Little trouble for the stallion's chiseled physique, regardless, but it made Brin more entertaining than prey that lacked the wherewithal to struggle.

With Brin's green hoodie getting heavy with drool, Reinart regretted not at least attempting to peel it off before consuming him. The excess bulk in his gut would be bothersome while performing his duties as a coach. But it was too late to remove it now. That would mean dragging Brin out. And like Brin, the stallion had somewhere to be, and frankly, filling his belly with a protein-rich meal was more pressing than being inconvenienced by a bit of excess clothing.

Another heavy swallow pulled Brin up to his chest, pinning the hare's arms firmly to his sides, but he continued twisting his body as he sank deeper. Brin's eyes darted quickly, then the rabbit squawked at bystanders.

"A little help, anybody? Are you filming this?!"

The outburst nearly made Reinart laugh despite having a four foot tall bunny most of the way down his gullet. He fought down the urge as he firmly gulped, bringing his flat teeth to the edge of Brin's shoulders, tongue rolling along the back of the hare's neck. One hand returned to Brin's ears to squeeze them together, while the other roamed down the front of Reinart's body to feel out the squirming bulges.

"Come on, lemme go, I have woorrrmmmmfh...!"

Gluck! Brin's head disappeared between Reinart's jaws, the stallion's lips pinching around the base of his ears. He released them, quickly dipping a hand into his pocket to fish out his phone. Before his throat could claim more of the hare, Reinart snapped a photo of those large grey ears poking from between his lips. He gaped his mouth open, pointing the phone's camera inside as he let his throat lazily drag Brin's flustered, unamused expression toward the slimy abyss, taking one more photo of his meal's face wrapped up in his throat before it overtook him completely.

It only took a few more gulps to finish the job of massaging the smaller hare from his throat into his belly. Reinart's blue shirt rode up the front of his thick gut as it swelled with prey, letting the pale grey dome proudly hang out. It visibly shifted, vague threats and muffled fussing rising from its depths, but Brin was well contained. Reinart had a perfect record when it came to prey: nothing escaped the stud's muscle-gut once he got someone down.

Both hands patted Reinart's stomach, then he let out a satisfied belch. A moment later, a handful of onlookers cheered and whistled. A buff tiger gave Reinart a thumbs up, then pocketed their phone and resumed walking. Some of the gathered onlookers excitedly talked amongst themselves, others speaking in hushed murmurs as they nervously slipped away.

Reinart flexed for anyone still filming, causing a vixen to stumble backwards and nearly faint into her friend's arms. He patted his stomach once more for good measure, then turned his attention fully to it.

"Comfortable in there?" Reinart asked his squirming gut.

The answer was decidedly "no," among other things. But that didn't bother Reinart much. His gut shuddered as his occupant tried to stretch and kick at his surroundings. "Oooh, that's the spirit! Get those muscles moving, it'll wake you right up!" He was using his trainer voice, much to his meal's displeasure.

Reinart bounced on his feet a couple times, groaning at the way his stomach jostled now that it was full of food. He didn't like exercising when he was this full, but he'd manage.

With that, Reinart waved to any lingering gawkers and turned, starting at a slow jog to better gauge how encumbered he might be, only to pick up the pace, gut bouncing in tandem with his hoofbeats as he clopped down the sidewalk in the direction of the gym he worked at. By the time he arrived, his occupant had calmed down a good deal, but Brin was no less intact.

"Hey, Reinart!" a voice called out.

"Hey, Rhett!" The stud waved back to a fellow instructor, a brawny cougar, slowing his pace so he could shoot the breeze before his first clients arrived for the day.

Rhett lifted his brow when he observed Reinart's gut. "Cheat day?"

"Cheat day," Reinart agreed, smirking. "Snagged this one at the bus stop, half asleep. Perked right up when I started working him down, though."

"Need me to sub in for your class?" the cougar offered.

"Nah, it'll be a good opportunity to teach about nutrition," Reinart joked. "Specifically, about making informed decisions when it comes to cheat meals, like this rabbit."

There was a single, firm thump from the inside of Reinart's stomach.

"Hare," the stud corrected. "Mind spotting for me, Rhett?"

"Only if you let me rub your belly between sets."

"Deal. Willing to wager lunch, if you can out bench me?"

Rhett chuckled. "Are you even going to be hungry by then?"

Reinart drummed on his belly with one hand. "Oh, for sure. Not much meat on this one. He'll probably be sloshing his way through my gut by the time my first newbie class is done today. So, you game?" He extended the other hand toward Rhett.

The cougar extended his hand to Reinart and firmly shook. "You're on."

And with that, the two instructors made their way to the gym floor to make good on their wager, paying little mind to the hare Reinart had consumed and was beginning to digest...