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The night was still young as a car drove down a dirt road, making its way down through the wooded path. On its left was an extremely tall chain link fence topped with barbed wire and warning signs for people to keep out, giving the large swathe of land that it surrounded an air of mystery. The only place that one could officiallyget into the reserve was through a large hunting lodge on the hill that was behind an even larger gate, but the access there was so restricted that the young reporter that drove the vehicle had tried to get inside for months but to no avail. But just as he was about to give up trying to figure out what was going on in the private property he had gotten an anonymous tip that there was a way for him to get inside... if he was willing to take the risk.

"Sam... I really think that maybe we should rethink what we're doing here," the other man in the car said as he watched the reporter continue to stare steadfastly in front of him. "You've already been warned twice not to come back on their property, and that was from the place where you could actually go into."

"C'mon Ethan, this wouldn't be the first time that I've been arrested in order to get a story," the reporter replied. "They haven't even threatened me with legal action yet."

"It's not legal action I'm worried about," the cameraman said as he looked up at the fence, along with the warning signs that were posted. "What if this is some sort of human hunting grounds and we just happen to be the ones that they want to go after? That way they get two birds with one stone, or two guys disappearing with one plausible story."

"Oh get out of here with that most dangerous game bull," Sam scoffed. "It's probably something like illegal fox hunting, or maybe they're just out there having masked sex parties."

"Now look who's being ridiculous with the eyes wide shut reference," Ethan said as he pulled out his phone. "I'm calling the network lawyer to cover our butts here." As the reporter rolled his eyes they both heard the phone attempting to connect, only to let out a series of beeps. "Damn, no signal out here, do you think that maybe we could just go back to town first?"

"No way," Sam said, continuing to clutch the wheel as they went over a dirt bump that caused them both to bounce in their seats. "From what my informant said they're going to be fixing the section of fence we're going to tonight, which means that we need to be in and out before they do. All we need is a little footage of what they're doing, get in a few words for the reel, and be out, that's it."

The cameraman said nothing else and as the two continued to drive on in silence the reporter tried to not let his doubt show. Even though he was putting on a brave face for his partner he knew that there would possibly be some serious ramifications for what they were about to do, especially if the client list is as exclusive as what had been hinted at when he had gone up to the lodge the first few times. When Ethan mentioned human hunting a part of him could believe it and had a mental image of the two of them running naked through the woods while a couple of old men trailed behind and shot at them. But he knew the risks when he decided to take on the story, and for him it was too late to turn back now as he saw the clearing that had been told to him and turned the headlights off.

Both men had to hold on as they took a bumpy ride through the grass until they got to a grove of trees, which was where they were told to hide the car so that it couldn't be seen from the road. Everything appeared to be checking out, Sam thought to himself as he carefully navigated the vehicle between the two trees before shutting off the engine. As the two got out he contemplated putting leaves or branches on top of it to aid in its disguise, but with only the moon overhead giving light to the area he decided it wasn't worth scratching the paint since he couldn't even see the road from where they were at. With the car hidden and their gear now on their backs the reporter pulled out a glow in the dark compass and they began their trek towards the fence.

It didn't take long, after about ten minutes they got onto another service road and from there it was only a few more steps until they came up to the imposing structure. The fence itself stopped when it met the concrete wall of a large building and as they got closer to it they saw the break in the perimeter to which they were going to be sneaking through. It was only a few breaks in the links of the chain but it was wide enough that with some effort they managed to squeeze through, having to take their equipment off before getting to the other side and then pulling it in with them. As soon as their feet touched onto the ground they knew that they were officially breaking the law, but while that caused the cameraman to hesitate the reporter continued to make his way forward.

They decided the building that they were around would be a good first place to start their investigations, and when they found a steel security door they were surprised to find that it was unlocked. "Prey Station One," Ethan read out loud as he got his handheld camera out, recording the reporter as he slowly opened the door. "Ominous."

"It's probably just the servant's quarters or something," Sam replied as he peeked inside. "It did look like a hunting lodge after all, probably getting cheeky with the naming scheme."

"But the lodge is probably a few acres away at this point," Ethan stated as both of them slowly went inside. "Why have your servants all the way out in the middle of the woods where it would take an hour for them to get to where you would be? Plus why would there be a security door like that on a place like this?"

Sam just shrugged and continued to walk inside, and as Ethan continued to film both men stopped when they saw what was on the other side. Instead of living quarters like what the two had speculated on previously it looked more like they had just walked into some sort of mad scientist's laboratory. Though it was hard to tell what was going on the reporter guessed that this main room took up most of the space in the building, and in the middle of it there was some sort of pool or cistern of a shiny black substance that he guessed was tar or something similar. Machines were all over the place and most of them had dials and buttons that the two knew not to touch, though one thing that drew their attention was a digital map of the area and a number of flashing red dots that were moving around.

What in the hell is this place, Sam thought to himself as he motioned for Ethan to follow as they continued to investigate the strange room. There were no papers or anything else that they could use to snoop, and when they found computers they immediately found them to be locked with biometrics. As they went to the other side of the wall they found that there were rooms with beds in them, rather nice ones complete with expensive electronics that put Sam's entire apartment to shame, and when they looked on the doors they were identified with animal species like goat, stag, hare, and other such animals. Even though at this point they were definitely breaking more than just trespassing laws the two started to rifle through the personal effects of those that occupied the rooms.

"Hey, I found something," Ethan said, Sam looking over as he put the game console back in the entertainment center he had been searching to see the other man filming a piece of paper he had found. "Rules for prey: All prey must be outside during the night hours. If caught prey must put up a struggle but not engage in active violence. Any prey caught three times is allowed to sit out for the rest of the night. Under no circumstances are prey allowed to actively entice a predator. Act as prey, be prey."

"I... got nothing," Sam admitted as he stood up, scratching his head as he looked around. "It sounds like they're playing hide and seek, but why go through all the secrecy of buying out acres of forest land, securing it, and then restricting access just for a game? Plus it doesn't explain the my first supervillain lab that's outside."

"Well maybe this shines some light on it," Ethan said as he put the note down and reached back into the strongbox he had opened and pulled out something out, the shiny surface of the brown and white rubber deer hood glinting in the beam of the flashlight. "I'm starting to think that your reference might be more on target here."

"You always got to bet on sex," Sam said with a grin as he went over and pulled out a set of rubber deer hooves. "Now this is something that you would want to keep a secret, those kinky bastards. I'm guessing the guys in the lodge find these rubber animals and hunt them, so to say, and once they bag them they actually bang them."

"So now you got your headline," Ethan said as they laid out the entire rubber deer suit on the ground. "Guessing it's going to be something like rich people get frisky in private playground or something like that? Anyway let's get going, we can still get out of here and back in the city by the time bars close."

Sam was about to agree when he looked at the suit once more, than at the room that was just outside of this one. There was something still odd about this whole place and his reporter instincts were telling him that he wasn't getting the entire story on his one. While his cameraman continued to linger at the door a plan formulated in his mind, and he heard Ethan groan as he began to take off his shoes and shirt. There was a bigger scoop here, the reporter thought to himself as he stripped down, and he was going to find it.

"You can't possibly be serious," Ethan said as the reporter stripped down to his underwear, then examined the suit again before deciding to take those off as well.

"Serious as a heart attack," Sam said as he stood there naked as he gathered up his clothes and tossed them to Ethan, then grabbed the rubber body suit and stretched open the neck entry that it had. "This thing isn't going to be able to hold a mic without it showing, so we're going to have to use that new button camera that we bought. I think if you install it in the nostril of the deer hood that should hide it well enough, hopefully I just don't inhale the thing."

"C'mon Sam, let's just go," Ethan said, sighing loudly as he watched the nude man start to slide the rubber suit up his body. "This is way above and beyond the call of duty, you have no idea what's going to happen out there and if you get caught then they'll probably parade you through town before putting you in jail like that. There's no way I can be a part of this."

"I'm not intending you to be," Sam said as he got the leggings up and the suit secured up to his waist, checking out his limbs clad in the rubber and admitted that it did look kind of sexy. "Put the camera in the snout and then monitor things from the car, if something happens to me then feel free to drive off as fast as you can. I know this is crazy but with the deer hood on and knowing the weird rules of this game I might be able to get some footage of these guys in action and we can forget front page news and look forward to national attention."

Though the cameraman sighed once more he turned and went to his bag, giving Sam some privacy as he pulled the rubber deer suit the rest of the way up his body. He was amazed that for being someone else's suit that it contoured so perfectly to him, hugging his body and showing off his lean but toned frame as he stuck his arms in the brown and white rubber. It was also surprising how easily the suit went on but he knew that time was of the essence and after taking some time to shift his member into the pouch that the suit had he went for the hooves next. Like the suit they were rubber and as he slipped his feet into them they held them at a funny position, like he was wearing a weird set of high heels that had him practically standing on his toes.

As he got to the gloves Ethan got his attention and told him to do the hood next, especially since like the shoes which had pushed his toes into two sleeves the gloves would do the same as they were also tipped with hardened black rubber. It was going to make things difficult for him to move around, Sam thought to himself, but he guessed that was the nature of this whole game in the first place. He tried not to think about what would happen if he happened to get caught while in this suit but continued on anyway, taking the hood and sliding it over his head. He felt it catch on his hair slightly but with Ethan's help he managed to get it properly over his face, feeling the lips of the rubber snout curl slightly over his own so that when he talked the muzzle actually moved as he felt the presence of the camera in the nose.

With that done the last step was the gloves, Ethan pushing them on so they could save time as they slid up and pressed against the bodysuit. As Sam smoothed over the hood and neck of the suit he realized the deer didn't have any antlers, but other than that as he looked at the nearby mirror he looked like a sexy rubber deer man... if he was into that thing. He suddenly saw a flash and when he looked he saw that Sam had pulled out a digital camera and it was pointed right at him, sticking his tongue out and saying that he needed something for the Christmas party. Sam gave the devious man a shocked look and tried to dart over to him, only to feel his legs wiggle as he navigated with his hooved feet.

"Too late," Ethan said with a smirk, getting to the main room as Sam got used to his new footwear. "Seriously though, try not to die, I can't imagine what it would be like if you did and this is the last photo I have. Go out there and get that scoop."

"I guess it's my time to shine," Sam said as he patted Ethan on the shoulder. "I'll see you back at the car, and try not to jerk off on that picture you just took of me."

"Shut up Sam," Ethan replied, but as Sam began to walk towards the door while getting used to his new gait he heard the other man call out to him. "Seriously man, be careful out there, we still aren't sure what they're doing!" Sam just waved his hand and made his way through the lab and out the door, unaware that on the map there was a new red dot that had been created in their location that was moving with him as he made his way into the forest...

Half an hour later Sam found himself in the middle of the woods, panting slightly as he tried to navigate through the thick underbrush. Even with the cool night air he had started to feel his body heat up underneath the rubber, which had somehow felt like it was clinging even tighter to his skin as he tripped his way through the bushes. So far he hadn't seen or heard anyone and he began to wonder if perhaps he might need to head back towards the lodge, stopping in his tracks when he heard a loud howl. It sounded like a wolf but not quite, and it made him wonder since there was clearly rubber prey running around if there were also rubber predators too. Perhaps those in the lodge weren't getting their jollies just going after rubber animal men as hunters, or at least not as humans as he found himself snickering.

As he got closer to a stream though he stopped as he heard something, a very distinctive and very human sound that as he listened to he recognized. A grin crossed his rubber covered face as he might have found his footage, hoping that Sam was recording this as he carefully snuck his way through the brush until he got to the clearing. Bingo... as he poked his head through a couple of bushes he saw exactly what he was looking for, which was two guys in rubber animal suits fucking in a clearing.

Sam saw that his conjecture he had been forming at this point was correct as he saw that one of the men was dressed up like a bunny, though his suit looked like it was covered in fur as he squirmed and moaned from being thrusted into by the other man above. The guy impaling the much smaller creature below was the classic werewolf design which also looked like it had fur instead of rubber, and as he held the rabbit dude down and pistoned in and out of his hole he was impressed with the size of the guy's cock, though it could have been a sheath built into the suit as well. He could hear the other man pleading between moans and the guy above him just growling and snarling in response and as Sam continued to watch, having to do so because of the way the camera in his muzzle faced, he found himself licking his lips as well. It was like watching an extremely kinky porno and without even realizing it he had started to rub against the bulge in his suit, feeling his cock that was also covered in rubber starting to peek out before he stopped himself from ruining the footage by pleasuring himself.

After a few minutes the werewolf let out a loud grunt and got to his feet, displaying impressive strength as he actually stood up and pulled the rabbit man up with him. As the erect cock of the smaller guy was revealed Sam reckoned the censors were going to have a field day with this, but that was editing's problem as the werewolf grabbed the rabbit by the arms and pinned them to his sides. It looked like the big guy was about to blow, he thought to himself as the rabbit practically bounced up and down on the shaft being pushed up into him, and as he saw both of them starting to tense up it looked like the werewolf was doing something with his jaws. Sam's eyes narrowed as he watched them stretch out far wider than any normal human's could, even if they were attached to a mask, and then they went wide as the werewolf leaned down and completely engulfed the rabbit man's head!

Sam was so startled by the sudden change that he stumbled backwards, but fortunately the werewolf had reached his orgasm as his throbbing cock became more exposed from the fact that it was actively pushing the smaller man into his jaws. The rabbit man's stomach started to look slightly bloated as the werewolf's cock continued to shoot into them, and as the shoulders and chest disappeared into his maw eventually it popped out of the hole it was filling and fired another jet of cum into the air. All Sam could focus on though was the kicking of the furry feet in the air as the werewolf continued to swallow the man down, the reporter able to actually see the outline of the lapine muzzle of the creature as it pushed past his neck and disappeared into the furry chest of the one swallowing him. All the reporter could do was stand there stunned as the werewolf reached a clawed hand up and pushed them against the furry feet paws that were sticking out of his maw still, sliding the rest of the man inside as his stomach became a huge rounded furry dome.

He ate him, Sam thought as his body trembled, rooted to the spot as he saw a hand stretch out the skin of the werewolf's stomach before disappearing, he fucking ate him!

They're real fucking monsters!

Sam's senses suddenly returned to him as his shocked brain regained enough cognizance to warn him that he was wearing a rubber deer outfit, which prompted him to turn and run as fast as he could away from the predator that had sat on the ground and started to rub his massive belly. As he tripped and fumbled his way through the woods he attempted to pull the mask off of his head, only for his merged fingers to fumble around his neck looking for the seams that weren't there. He tried to work on the gloves next but it was like his fingers wouldn't respond, and as he squeezed the two fingers he had felt a shiver of horror run down his spine when he found that he couldn't feel them individually anymore. As his hands went up to his head and he pressed against the ears of the suit they felt like they were actually attached and when he pushed his hooved hands into his muzzle it was like he had shoved them into his own mouth.

When he got to the river he stepped out into the open, and as the moonlight illuminated his body he saw that instead of rubber he was covered in fur as well, his breathing coming out in heavy pants as he felt the water against the hooves of the feet of his suit. That wasn't just a guy in a rabbit and werewolf suit, Sam realized in a panic as his breathing came out in short gasps, somehow that was a rabbit and a werewolf. That lab... that lab could somehow turn people into animals, or rather animal men as he was still mostly humanoid in stature, just by putting on a rubber suit! That meant there must be a way to get it off, but he had been wandering for nearly an hour and if he was sure that the werewolf probably wasn't the only predator roaming around as he tried to retrace his steps.

Ethan was probably going to kill him for putting himself in danger like this, Sam thought as he used the river to travel more easily and to try and gain a bearing of where he was, but that's if he didn't die out here. His plan was to find a section of fence and follow it back to the prey quarters so that he could at least hide out, then come morning hope there was a way to reverse whatever transformation the suit he wore caused. As he got over a set of rocks and started to run again however he tripped over a large log and fell to the ground, knocking the wind out of him as he turned around just in time to see it moving. His mouth opened in a wide gasp as the moon above lit up the scales of the thick appendage as it slithered into the shadows, the deer trembling like a leaf as he tried to slowly crawl away.

Suddenly Sam fell backwards as his arms got knocked out from under him, and when he stared upwards he saw the huge head of a python staring down at him. The deer let out a loud scream that was cut short as the huge man slithered his serpentine body around him, coiling around his chest and legs several times before he felt the air get squeezed out of his body. It wasn't enough to hurt though and as it loosened enough for him to breathe he saw that the snout of the creature had already started to hover around his hooves. Panic immediately rose in the reporter as he felt the creature's scaly body shift down while continuing to pin his arms and legs together as he saw the jaws began to widen.

"Please, wait!" Sam said pleadingly, seeing the snake eyes glance up at him. "I don't want to be eaten, I don't want to die out here. I know I shouldn't be here but that doesn't give you the excuse to eat me just because you can!"

The naga python stared at him for a second and at first it seemed like he had gotten through to the beast, only to hear him chuckle. "Sorry prey, but you were always meant to be eaten," the naga said. "Go ahead and wiggle and squirm all you like, but now that you're in my coils your fate has been sealed."

Sam just looked down at shock as he saw jaws of the snake stretch out like the werewolf had, but this time not as much as it began to slide itself up his hooved feet. As he tried to struggle his way out though he saw the python starting to slide over him and as they locked eyes again his far momentarily become confusion as he... winked at him? It was almost like he was congratulating him, but that focus quickly turned back to what was going on as the coils of the python dragged him over the stone and into the creature's waiting gullet. As the forked tongue tickled against his inner thighs Sam still tried to wiggle out of his bindings, but the snake was incredibly strong and soon he found himself getting tired out. Death by getting eaten by a snake man, that was not something he expected to have be on his obituary as he felt the throat muscles of the creature squeeze around his calves and saw his hooves push out the scaled neck of the other man before they continued to push up further.

Just as Sam felt like things couldn't get any weirder as his hips started to get close to the python's lips his back arched as he felt something push up in between his butt, panting as he felt the snake's tongue wiggling against his hole before pushing inside. With most of the fight sapped out of him all he could do was moan as he saw his cock emerge, finding it bigger than before and a bright pink as it bumped up against the naga's snout. The tongue that had been plunging inside his tailhole pulled out and slithered around the sensitive shaft as well, causing him to start to squirm once more but for a completely different reason. When the lips of the creature passed over his hips and the mouth of the snake pressed his hands against his sides the tongue pushed his cock up against his abs, feeling the wet insides stimulating him like some sort of bizarre blow job while sinking deeper inside.

By the point the rest of the snake's body was no longer wrapped around him, but as the forked tongue went back to spreading open his tailhole his body had already sunk nearly up to his waist. With the initial horror tampered by the almost loving caresses of his body, which he still saw stretching out the snake including his cock that bulged out the scales from his needy humping, he felt himself resign to his fate as his abs and chest sunk in. At least he got one last blowjob out of this, Sam thought to himself as the powerful throat muscles of the creature pulled him in more while the scaly lips of the snake pushed their way up to his neck. With his legs feeling like they were starting to push into the stomach of the creature the tongue merely stroked against the fur of his chest and back as the entire body of the naga seemed to massage him while he looked up at the stars for as long as he could... then sank into blackness.

The saliva and insides of the snake had thoroughly wetted his body; as his muzzle passed through the mouth of the python and down into the neck he still felt himself getting pulled down to his destination. The rest of the passage went much quicker and he could only imagine that he was leaving a deer-shaped impression in the belly scales of this creature as his hooves hit the lining of the stomach and started to curl up. With the initial shock and surprisingly intense pleasure gone Sam noted that inside of the snake felt a lot like rubber, in fact as he started to curl up in the stomach of the creature it felt like when he had put on the suit initially. Maybe he was going to get out of this alive after all, he thought to himself, but as he put up a hand to try and stretch things out he felt himself fall forward slightly as it felt like his entire arm gave out underneath him.

Since it was pitch black it was hard to tell what happened to him, but when he reached his other hand over to feel his arm he couldn't find it at first and when he did his fingers squished through it like it was made of goo. Knew it was too good to be true, Sam thought as he began to feel his muzzle drooping and lost the feeling in his legs. At least it was painless, in fact it felt strangely good as he found his lower limbs disappearing completely into the growing puddle that was forming in the stomach of the snake. Enjoyment at being eaten, that was something new as he flopped forward when his stomach deform into goo as well as join the puddle. Even though he wasn't quite sure why he tried to keep his partially melted head but soon that sank down as well, feeling what was left of his muzzle fill before it sank below the surface...

Floating... Sam felt like he was floating as the awareness he had lost in the naga's stomach came back to him. It was like what had happened to him was going in reverse and at double the speed until suddenly he felt sensation come back to his limbs. Suddenly he felt air against his face and as he shot up he let out a loud gasp that was partially a gurgle while he felt a thick substance drip from his maw. He wiped the coating from his eyes and as he was able to see again he found himself in a familiar space, the weird lab that he had first visited in the prey quarters. When he looked down at himself he saw that he was back to being a rubber deer and he was completely covered in shiny black rubber, which as he tried to wipe off his body he saw that the seams were still gone.

"First time?" A voice asked, Sam turning to see the rabbit man that he had first seen get eaten by the werewolf standing there. Realizing he was in the presence of another and not wanting to blow his cover he nodded, slowly getting his bearing and walking through the liquid rubber until he felt a set of stairs under his hooves. "Yeah, my recommendation is to shower that stuff off you as quick as you can, gets your color back if you're raring to go out again."

"Go out again?" Sam said in shock as he was pointed to a nearby shower stall he had missed on their first examination, walking inside and turning on the water. "To get eaten by predators?"

"That would be the plan," the rabbit said with a smirk. "Let me guess, some friends of yours said this was a costume or sex party or both and they said you should come down here and put on one of the suits, right?" Sam nodded as he played along, though as he looked at himself he saw as the remnants of the black goo washed off his body the white and brown colors of his suit did return and even start to sprout fur. "Thought so, it's a prank they like to play on potential new members, understand the prey to become the predator or something like that."

"Is that what you are?" Sam asked. "A potential new member?" Even though he had just gotten turned into a deer and eaten by a snake he felt his reporter senses kicking in, realizing that he could salvage this after all. The level of technology that was needed to pull something like this off would be mind-boggling, and these guys are using it to fulfill some sort of strange hunter sex fantasy? Forget nationwide, this would be a global story for sure.

"Nah man, I'm just here for the money and the sex," the rabbit said as he tossed Sam a towel once he had gotten out. "In that order too, though I know of a few that really are into it, hence the rules. I know that I didn't set out in life to be professional prey for a bunch of werecreatures but the pay is good and the perks are nice, and I'll admit once you get used to it you start to really get into the chase."

"I see, that's fascinating," Sam replied, eager to get as much of the story as he could. As he went over towards the wall to get a better angle on the lapine he noticed that everything looked higher up than before, and as he compared himself to the things like the door he added the fact that he had shrunk by about a foot before turning his attention back to the other man. "Do you mind if we talk more about it, or are you raring to go out as you say?"

"Nah, I think I'm done for tonight," the rabbit said with a slight smirk. "That wolf caught me three times in a row and the first time I was out I got ambushed by a fox in like the first fifteen minutes. Plus I hear there's a pack run going on right now so the capture ratio is going to be sky high tonight." As the two talked the pool began to bubble again, the map screen flashing to show the outline of a goat man along with an identification tag. "See what I mean, that's our best climber too."

As Sam pointed his head so that he could film the body of the rubber goat man forming on the surface of the shiny black pool he realized he had way more than he needed to run with the story. Between what he had found, what he had filmed outside, and now this it was a slam dunk to get his report out there. While many probably wouldn't believe it they were going to get a ratings bonanza out of this, all he had to do was figure out how to turn back to human as he went to his muzzle to pull out the camera. As he felt around his cervine nostrils however his fingers only felt empty holes, and as he took a couple deep breaths in he felt his stomach drop as he realized... his camera wouldn't be with this new body of his...

...it was still in the belly of the naga...

"Looking for this?" another voice said that caused the rabbit man next to him to suddenly stand to attention, Sam turning around and immediately craning his neck up to see the head of a white tiger staring down at him while holding a rubber-covered camera in his paw. "I'll save you the trip down the naga's gullet again, he coughed it up a few minutes ago. Now let's go, you and I have a lot to discuss and since my presence makes the prey nervous I decided its time for you to finally get that entrance into the lodge you so desperately... Sam Edgerton."

Sam swallowed hard as the tiger used his full name, though it was impossible for him to know if it was someone that he had already met from his rubber guise as he was led out of the prey quarters and along the fence line. The fact of the matter was that they knew who he was and he was a latex deer, so that meant they either somehow found out it was him or... they knew he was coming. As he peered out through the fence he had hoped to see Ethan out there so he could wave him off or something, though he assumed when the cameraman saw footage of him getting eaten and turned to goo the guy would have gone straight to the police. That was if he even got the footage, since they knew that he was coming they might have been looking for and blocked his wireless signal.

For the first time since he had first attempted to get into the lodge Sam found himself welcomed in through the doors, smelling cedar and smoke as he walked inside. So this was the predator quarters, he thought to himself as he passed by several more wolves and a jaguar that were just as muscular and beastly as the two that he had encountered outside. He felt his entire body tense up as he realized that any one of them could just swallow him up like the others but to his surprise none of them even gave him a second glance. As they walked by a very large crocodilian man he figured out why; these were all predators, hunters, and they were here for the chase, at this point he was easy prey to them and not worth pursuing.

"Have a seat Sam," the tiger said, the deer still feeling ill at ease as another two werewolves walked by as he sat down on the rather comfy couch. "Welcome to the Lodge of the Predator, my name is Hunter Withertree the fifth, though I don't much care for the pomp and circumstance so you can just call me Hunter for now. Care for a drink, scotch right?"

"An apt name," Sam replied as the tiger snapped his finger and two zebra men stepped forward carrying a silver platter that was offered to them, the deer fumbling slightly with the glass before grabbing it while Hunter grabbed his as well. "No wonder you spared no expense on this place, the Withertree estate probably has more money and power than the rest of the city combined."

"And then some," Hunter said with a smirk. "But money and prestige are not the only things that runs in my family. Like most that were born into nobility we were both blessed and cursed with a rather insidious disease, one that is known to many as Lycanthropy. As you can see though not all who are affected by it become werewolves; some like me become feline while others might come as more exotic predators, but one thing that we all have in common is the thirst of the hunt and an insatiable hunger that can't be quelled by normal means. Back in the day our ancestors tried everything to keep the killer instinct from rising, but whether they attempted to bind themselves or merely tried to hunt animals the result was usually the same... dead servants or townspeople and a lot of hush money."

Sam felt his head was spinning even before he had touched his drink and put the glass back on the platter before shaking his hands. "Sorry, you lost me at Lycanthropy," Sam said as he put his hands to his head. "You're saying that everyone here is a werecreature of some sort, and that you used to eat people frequently enough that you built this entire thing and pay people to be eaten?"

"That would be the short version, yes," Hunter replied with a slight chuckle. "I like to call it sustainable harvesting; we get to satiate our needs and those that we consume are none the worse for wear using a process that took decades of research and trillions of dollars alongside what I'm just going to sum up as magic since I don't have all night to explain. You were wrong about one thing though, not everyone here is a werecreature."

"They're not?" Sam asked, the muscular white-furred tiger nodding with a smile on his muzzle. "But why then, if they don't have this hunger you described?"

"For the thrill of it, of course," Hunter said with a chuckle, Sam's mouth opening slightly in shock. "To be able to hunt down and consume another, to feel them wiggle around inside you after having given chase and dominated them sexually, with absolutely no guilt from the act? I believe that we may have found something here that might even be marketable, which is where you come in my dear reporter."

"Wait a second, are you the leak that brought me here?" Sam asked, the tiger just responding by giving him a devious grin. "But I had already been asking for access for weeks, why not just tell me? Why have me sneak through a fence, and how would you know that I would actually take the bait?"

"The same reason that I knew you put on a rubber deer suit," Hunter explained as he snapped his fingers once more, the zebras moving away from them. "The second that I saw you trying to get into this lodge I knew that you would be a good fit for what I had planned, and this way not only could you experience what it was like being prey and know for a fact that what I just explained to you was true but also to give you a choice. I would like you to try out becoming a predator, in fact I have a new suit I've been designing that I think you will enjoy and you can feel what it's like to be on the other side of the chase, and then I would want you to write up an article about us in a positive light."

Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing as he found himself standing up on his hooved feet. "You just want to use me for free advertising for your predator club?" the reporter said angrily. "No way! Besides the fact that no one would believe me I'm not going to be used like that!"

"Not even if you get to be a dragon?" Hunter said as he gestured for Sam to look behind him, looking in surprise as the zebra servers had come back holding a rubber bodysuit and hood that was molded into the form of a dragon. At this point Sam was beyond asking how such a thing was possible, knowing that if he could become a deer then being a dragon wasn't out of the realm of possibility as he felt a pair of clawed hands on his shoulders. "Imagine all that power, feeling the raw strength and domination that comes with being a mythical beast... plus if you say no I'm going to send the police footage of you and your friend breaking in and you'll go to jail as a deer where prey has a similar but different meaning."

Damn this guy drives a hard bargain, Sam thought to himself as he looked at the suit. This was much bigger than him and he knew that the tiger was confident enough in the experience, even if he did attempt to change his mind on things to threaten him with jail. Even though he sighed and said that he could reluctantly accept there was a small part of him he tried to hide where he was a bit excited to see what was going to happen. A dragon... it was something that most kids fantasized about being, but as he was brought down onto the couch and his hooved feet were placed into the muscle suit he found it hard to believe he would be experiencing the real deal.

When asked about the rubber deer suit Hunter explained that it would integrate into this one and that it would help with the transition as Sam slid into the neck entry. Unlike the previous one this rubber bodysuit almost felt bulky on him as he pushed his hooves through until they popped out of the other side. As the two zebras helped him get the hefty chest up over his own and start to slide his arms through he could feel a pair of wings attached to the back of it that flopped around as well. As soon as he got everything through and the thick black rubber snapped around his neck he began to feel his body heating up, feeling the wings as well as the heavy tail start to twitch as the material began to suction against him.

Unlike the last transformation that went mostly unnoticed Sam was well aware of what was going on with him as the zebras slid the large draconic feet over his hooves, feeling them melt within the confines and flow into the three thickly taloned holes. As he began to move them he felt more rubber slide up over his hands, this time his fingers merging with the shiny black rubber scales to give him five workable clawed digits. With everything else on him and his wings starting to move already the tiger took the last piece and told Sam to have fun before pulling it over his head. The feeling of rubber on rubber caused him to tremble, but as soon as the hood was aligned he let out a grunt as he felt the horns fuse to his skull and his muzzle extended to fill the draconic maw until he was able to move it easily.

"That's it," Hunter said as he motioned for the two zebras to leave as he watched Sam flex the muscles of his suit, which were now his muscles as the rubber shine dulled slightly to become real dragon scales. "How are we feeling Sam?"

"I feel..." Sam replied, his red dragon eyes blinking as he looked at he felt his deeper, gravely voice rumble deep in his chest while his tail swished behind him in eager anticipation. "...hunger."

"Then let's get you something to eat," Hunter said as he walked the weredragon to the balcony, pointing to a field that could be seen. "Why don't you head over there, I know of a delicious steak dinner that's just waiting for a big boy like you to consume. Now go on, dinner is waiting for you to pick it up."

The tiger gave a slap on the thick flanks of the dragon man who flared out his wings, then took a step off of the balcony and into the air. At that point Sam didn't even know if the suit could fly but as he felt the wind fill them and he lifted back up he realized that he could. He was flying, the reporter thought as he watched his powerful body shift and flex with every wing stroke to keep him in the air, he was a dragon and he was flying! But it didn't take long for his stomach to rumble and remind him of his needs, feeling like he hadn't eaten anything in ages as his eyes scanned the field for something that he could swallow up and fill his belly.

There, the dragon's head snapped up slightly as he saw something moving around in the tall grass. As he maneuvered himself closer without trying to alert the creature below he saw that it was a bull man, this one much larger than the other prey that was moving around the area. While that might have been a problem for some of the predators out there Sam hadn't realized his transformation had stretched his spine and given him not only the foot of height he had lost as a deer but almost another two feet on top of that. He was ready for anything, including having that bull inside of his huge stomach as lines of drool began to flick from his mouth while he sped through the air.

Right before he pounced down on the bull though he felt himself let out a roar, which caused the bull to let out a shout before running in the opposite direction. Just as Sam was about to wrap his surprisingly nimble feet around the bovine creature however the other man seemed to trip and fall, causing him to over-shoot as he flew overhead. He found himself snarling as all of his thoughts became laser focused on one thing, capturing that bull and slaking his needs. To the bull's credit he quickly got to his feet and began to sprint towards the treeline, which if he got to meant that the rather bulky dragon would have to chase on foot and he could possibly get away.

That wasn't going to happen though, the dragon thought to himself as he pumped his wings forward and dove again. This time the intention wasn't going to pick him up, it was to pin the bull down as they both got closer to the tree line. As the distance closed between them the trees were also fast approaching, but even the threat of crashing didn't dissuade the predator from catching his meal. He wouldn't let him get away, Sam thought at he bared his teeth, and with the underbrush only feet away the dragon made his strike.

Both men toppled to the ground as Sam's talons wrapped around the waist of the bull, securing his prey as both of them stopped just short of the tree line. He could feel the other creature squirming around in his paws and the sensation felt delightful, causing the dragon to shudder as he licked his lips. In order to steady himself he had to let the bull go briefly, but as he released his feet and the bull fell to the ground he didn't even get to his hands and knees before the huge dragon foot knocked him over again and pressed against his chest. As the bull looked at him in stunned silence Sam started to understand what Hunter was talking about, seeing the look of fear and panic on this creature's face...

...fear that was a bit too genuine. As Sam began to hear the bull pleading it snapped him out of his predator's instinct and hesitated, which the bovine man seemed to pick up on. "Oh god, please, I have no idea what's going on here," the bull whimpered as he brought his hands up to his face. "I was just looking for my friend, and... gods, a dragon... you're a dragon and I'm a bull and people are getting eaten..."

"Wait a second..." Sam said as he leaned back slightly, keeping his foot on the bull as his head tilted in surprise. "Ethan?"

The bull immediately stopped, his body freezing in place as he slowly turned his head to look at the dragon staring at him. "Sam?" Ethan replied, the dragon nodding his head in reply. "Holy shit Sam, is that really you? I mean, of course it is, but, shit man, you're a dragon! How?!"

"It's a long story," Sam said as he let the bull up, who got to his hooved feet and looked him up and down. Even standing upright the dragon found himself at least a foot, maybe two, taller as he craned his head down. "I know it seems weird right now but I promise that everything is actually weirdly fine around here, though you were kind of right in your first assertion. I can fill you in on everything tomorrow morning at the prey station."

"That's good to hear," Ethan said with a sigh of relief before he cocked his head in question. "Wait, why the morning?" As the bull suddenly felt the hands of the dragon clasp around his arms and pin them to his sides his eyes went wide as Sam let out another roar as his jaws stretched wide. Before Ethan could say anything Sam lunged down and stuffed the entirety of the bull's head into his jaws, feeling him squirm once more as the insatiable hunger that had been gnawing at the dragon finally became too much for him to resist.

As his rubbery bovine meal continued to wiggle inside Sam could feel the vibrations that were likely the protests of the prey creature, something a predator like him didn't need to take heed to as he used his thick tongue and pushed it into the muzzle of the other creature to plug him up. He could definitely see why Ethan didn't have horns, the same reason the deer didn't have antlers as he continued the bizarre makeout session while pushing his maw down over the creature. It took a bit of maneuvering, not helped by Ethan shaking his entire body in order to get free, but he managed to pop the shoulders in despite them being fairly well muscled. As he began to see the rest of the bull's body quivering beneath him he could see the butt of the other man wiggling in the air and feel his cock press against him, which as he remembered the werewolf he had first seen a grin spread over his muzzle that the bull inside his maw probably felt.

With the two having their muscular chests pressed together Sam took his scaly fingers and wrapped them around the ankles of the bull, pushing him a little deeper into his maw while angling his hips so that the tip of his stiffening cock was up against the tailhole of the other male. This was the first time that he had actually seen it since it had been hidden away like in his deer form, and what he saw was an impressive rod that while humanoid was ridged down its rubbery length. This was going to be a lot of fun, Sam's lust-driven mind thought as he wrapped the bull's legs around him so he could push the head of his cock inside. As he got the tip close he angled his muzzle so that it seemed like he was letting Ethan go, but the bull got a surprise as he slid a few inches out of his maw and impaled himself right on the thick shaft beneath him.

Sam's red eyes practically rolled back into his head as he satisfied two primal needs at once, slowly pushing upwards to stretch his meal open while also slowly causing the bovine head to slide into his throat. With the flexibility of his form he was able to continue to thrust deeper into the bull while still slowly swallowing him, feeling the euphoria that came with the wiggling creature being massaged by his throat. After he popped the first ridge inside of the tight latex tailhole the bull's entire body practically spasmed, and when it did the dragon felt a heavy cock press against the scales of his chest. He knew that his prey would enjoy himself, Sam thought as he almost chuckled before stopping to prevent himself from choking.

Once he had worked most of his maleness inside the body of the bull it was just a matter of playing with his food, pumping upwards into the bovine which pushed him deeper down into his body. With the ridges however it sometimes pulled him back so the dragon could only imagine what the bull was going through being slid back and forth in the gullet of the creature consuming him, though as he felt a pair of hands start to stroke his tongue extremely lewdly he figured he was correct in the prey getting into it as well. For a while he continued his lazy strokes and thrusting until finally his need to fill his belly won out and hilted the bull, using his own scaled groin to shove his meal down into his gullet. With the sudden forward moment he felt Ethan jump as best he could while being completely enveloped as his chest and abs disappeared into the dragon's maw before he felt his cock get slurped up as well.

Sam wondered just how long he could keep his cock inside of the other man and still keep eating him, the rubber dragon thought to himself while swirling his tongue around the muscular body inside. By this point the bull's shaft was throbbing hard inside of his throat and the need to feed was too much as Sam pressed his hands against the bovine hooves and pushed him the rest of the way. When it got to the bull's knees the dragon tilted his head up and let gravity and his own muscles do the rest of the work, also feeling his cock flop out and let out a spurt of seed as he began to orgasm from both the stimulation and the head of the bull pushing into his stomach. It didn't take long before the wiggling legs were slurped up and Sam fell backwards, putting his hands on his belly as he could feel his meal start to turn to rubber goo already while it continued to push against the inside of his stomach.

"Looks like someone enjoyed themselves thoroughly," a voice called out, Sam looking over to see that Hunter had walked up through the woods towards him. "Your friend too, if his arousal was any indication."

"I'm sure I'll still get an earful when I get home," Sam replied, groaning slightly as the bull's face pushed out on the fine stomach scales enough to cause an outline before the dragon pushed him back in. "I understand the hunger now though, even when it was my friend I couldn't help myself. If he wasn't a prey animal that you had created I probably still would have eaten him and then never saw him again."

"A tragic tale of my forefathers," Hunter said as he gestured out towards the lands. "But as you can see we have fixed things to the benefit of our kind and with your help can invite others to do the same so that we can continue to support my kind though this. We already have five prey stations that vary in challenge rating, with those that come from prey station five being very difficult to find and capture. Growth is not the problem, as you can see, but in order to expand our clients we need to carefully craft our narrative."

"There's still the problem that, urp, no one is going to believe me," Sam said as he felt Ethan slosh around him more, possibly masturbating while he still could since he left him a bit blue-balled. "I'm a dragon that just ate my bull friend who will reform in a few minutes to possibly be eaten again and I still don't believe it just happened."

"Then we can use that to ensnare the curious," the tiger said with a grin as he patted the deflating stomach of the dragon. "But the night is still young and we have plenty of time to discuss how you're going to help us, why don't we talk again over some more dinner?"

The dragon's muzzle curled up in a fanged grin as he stood up once more, his stomach already starting to gurgle and shrink. "Yeah," Sam replied as they began to walk into the woods in search of more prey. "I definitely have room for more..."