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"This can't be the place."

Reggie wasn't one for talking to himself, but the situation warranted speaking his thoughts out loud. He was just getting off the bus, his many suitcases clasped in his great, powerful paws, and looking up at the surprisingly compact building before him. There were somehow two stories to despite barely standing taller than him. That was his first tip off. The second was watching the comings and goings in and out a front door half his height. They were rabbits, squirrels, mice... all of them barely a third of his size.

To say he was a wolf was only scratching at the surface. Most people who looked at him just assumed he was a particularly tall and thick example of his species, but the truth was he only shared some modicum of genes with present-day wolves. He was something older. Something ancient, from the days when people lived in caves or dens rather than big apartment buildings. Massive, muscled, and sharp of fang and claw. Covered in inky black fur dark enough he was like a shadow. A stealthy hunter of brutal strength. He earned the name dire wolf, at least to look at him.

He liked to think he was less vicious than he appeared but he was already getting some stares from some of the prey as they went by. No one was risking a lingering look, but he definitely caught those disapproving glares, brief though they were. All but one rabbit, anyway. She was the small, even for her species, though he was pretty sure he knew her from somewhere. When she saw him, she came bouncing over, bright-eyed and grinning, entirely unflinching despite only coming up to his thigh. And that was including her ears.

"Hey, Reg. You're looking hilariously lost. Whatcha doing?"

He squinted down at her, and was left with that unfortunate awkward feeling of not remembering someone who clearly knew who he was. At least she didn't seem to mind.

"Nina. From Bio. We did a project together. I mean, that's totally cool if you don't remember, I'm just some bunny, right?" Her grin was only getting wider, the more she teased him.

"Right. Nina. Hi."

"Soooo, you didn't answer my question! What are up to, just picking out your prey for the evening or something?"

That she could say such things out loud without even skipping a beat was jarring. He gave her a look, and furrowed his brow. He wished she wouldn't speak so loudly. "No, it's, uh... I think there's been some mistake. This is the address they gave me, but that can't possibly be right."

"Oh man. Oh man!" Nina started hopping on the spot with her unrestrained glee. "So you're the one taking 2A! It's been empty a while. Ever since, you know. They got ate."

"Do you have to shout?" He couldn't be mad at her. She looked cute in her enthusiasm, and standing near her without feasting on her was probably serving well to endear him in the eyes of anyone who was watching.

"I'm just excited! This is going to be hilarious. I mean. Nobody's safe. No curfew in a shared residence, after all."

"What are you talking about?" He knew well about the curfew, the late hour where all prey were fair game to predators like him if caught outside their homes, but she was speaking nonsense as far as he knew.

"Oh. Oh! Oh this is great. You don't even know." She was so worked up that she gave his leg a shove. It did not move him any. "I guess that figures. Big predators like you don't really have to be concerned with the intricacies of prey law."

Reggie shrugged. "I never really gave it much attention, you're right. Doesn't mean I don't care. So what are you going on about?"

"Dude! Like, listen to this." She was practically flailing at him. "Prey is fair game if they're willingly in your home, right? And this entire building is technically considered one 'home'. So everyone's fair game, anytime. It's a huge oversight but I guess they never thought it was going to be relevant. Fucked up, right?'

The wolf gave a glance up, and saw a chipmunk covering her kid's ears. For once it wasn't him they were glaring at, but rather Nina's lack of volume control and choice of language. He shrugged again. "Whatever. I don't plan on doing that stuff. I just want to find a job."

"Oh, sure, right, yeah." She shrugged back. "Maybe that's your plan. But they're not going to care. You might as well be a t-rex moving in. It's gonna be so fucked! But I mean, I'm cool with it, at least."

"Yeah?" He let her have a slight smirk, though his face was clouded by concern. "Maybe they'll clear it up soon. It's got to be a mistake."

"Uh huh. Well, you need to sleep somewhere in the meantime, right?"

He couldn't help but chuckle. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Hey, life is boring!" Nina gave a dramatic shrug. "Come on. I work at a grocery store. This is the funnest thing that's happened to me all year."

"Fair enough. Hey, uh." He rubbed the back of his head with one of those big paws. "Maybe put in a good word for me? I don't mean anyone harm. I'm still a predator, but this rule just seems cruel. Wouldn't be right to take advantage of it."

"Right. You won't eat them in their own homes, only outside of them. Got it." She nodded, and mimed taking notes in the air.

"That's not... anyway, you don't have anything to worry about, okay?" He leaned in a little closer for emphasis, but he took care not to lunge at her. Not that she was phased by him at all.

"Okay! Here, follow me. I'll show you in. Need help with your stuff?"

He looked down at his suitcases, easily hefted despite each of them being bigger and heavier than her each. "I'm good."

She went through the front door just fine, swinging her hips and giving him a show of her tufted tail swaying along. He, on the other hand, wasn't even sure how to get inside. There were two doors there, but they had a metal divider down the middle. He got down to his knees, placing his luggage on the ground and pushing it in ahead of him, and just started crawling his way inside, squeezing his shoulders through the doorway, sucking in his breath to make his chest fit a little more easily.

Nina was ahead of him the whole time, just chuckling at him. She eventually tugged one of his big suitcases away and just started pushing it along the floor, throwing her back against it to get it slowly sliding along. People cleared out of the hallway ahead, ducking into doorways or just swiftly making for the staircase at the end. Some walked fast, others jogged. They weren't outright running from him, but they clearly didn't want to be in his vicinity.

His apartment itself smelled like sawdust. And prey. That was the first thing he noticed when he unlocked the door and started squishing his way inside. Nina watched him with amusement, though she did at least push that one suitcase all the way along for him. She was panting a little by the time she was done.

"Looks like you're all set! They sort of prepared it for someone like you. I wondered what the hell was going on with all the sawing! I'm just two doors down if you need anything." She nodded down the hall, though she didn't actually specify which apartment was hers exactly. Either way he just nodded to her.

"Cool. Thanks. I guess... I guess it'll do for now."

He crouched there, his ears brushing against the ceiling. The apartment had been hastily remodelled to give him at least a little more room. The ceiling was still far too low for him, but all the walls had been taken out, thus the scent of deconstruction lingering in there. It was just one big open room, without even a separate bathroom. They'd given him a few wolf-sized fixtures as well, with a big bathtub connected to a mouse-sized faucet. He could only imagine how long that would take to fill up. There was a bed that would more or less fit him, taking up a good quarter of the space, and other furnishings were sparse. But there was a kitchen, with the essentials, and a dresser for his clothes, so things would work out. Temporarily, of course.

Before he got fully unpacked, he decided to give the bed a try. It was soft but it didn't sag under his weight even when he collapsed his hefty frame onto the mattress. His paws were hanging over the side, but it was comfortable. The window nearby would give him a good dose of moonlight while he slept. That was always a good thing. He started at the ceiling for a while, just shaking off the fatigue of the day. Not one week out of college, and here he was looking at real life. Surrounded by prey who probably didn't trust him, unemployed, and in an apartment with no walls. This was not exactly how he pictured graduated life starting.

His staring at the ceiling turned into an extended nap, and when he awoke, he was basking in the cool glow of the moonlight. He sat up and gazed out at it for a while. It wasn't quite full, but it would be in a few days. He wasn't going to transform or anything. He was already as wolfish as he could get. But it was comforting to know that even in those strange circumstances, there was at least one familiar thing glimmering down on him. He was just starting to feel like everything was going to be alright, until he sat up too high and thumped his head against the ceiling. That just left him rubbing at his forehead with a brief whimper, grumbling soon after.

The apartment would be alright for sleeping and such, but he didn't want to be cooped up in it too often. The next morning, he set out to walk around downtown, and search for help wanted signs. The great jobsearch was something he really wasn't looking forward to, but unless he wanted to rack up yet another five-figure sum of student loan debt, it was necessary. He wandered about, not really getting anything done, not walking in anywhere, but he at least felt like it was progress for a single day. Grabbing lunch at a hefty bear's street cart, he wandered back towards the bus stop home.

He'd learned by then to just ignore it when people hid their children from them. They'd pull them close, or shield them with their arms, or just body-block him from trying to get near, while he just sat nearby or wandered past. Where normally he could just shrug it off as an everyday kind of thing, for some reason it bothered him that it was happening right outside of his own home. He wondered if they were losing sleep at night, knowing he was nearby, that he could burst through their door at any moment and it would be totally legal. Finding the time to sit everyone down and talk to them about it probably wouldn't have worked. He wasn't exactly a talented orator. So he just moved on, and headed back to his apartment, crawling down the hallway, sending a mouse walking towards him scrambling back in the other direction.

When he got there, he soon was cursing himself for leaving his door unlocked. It was sitting there slightly ajar, and he pushed it open to squeeze himself inside. Once there, his sensitive nose was immediately stricken. The fumes were overpowering. Someone, or several someones had been there while he was out, and they had left their mark on his private dwellings. Spray-painted on the walls, on his bed, on his clothes that they'd tossed all around the room were all kinds of nasty things.

Pred trash. Flesh eater. Murderer.

He felt his heart sinking, at first simply hurt, upset, but it was growing into something else instead over time. Something made him curl his fingers towards his palms, feeling his claws prodding against his skin. His drew his lips back, showing an increasing flash of tremendous fangs to no one in particular, and a great thunderous rumble began to work up in his chest. It resonated through the walls, projecting its bass to the apartments above and beside. They were all going to know he was there, and he was angry.

And that was before he caught the other scent. He hadn't noticed at first, given those overwhelming fumes. There was something else there too. Just in trace amounts, intentionally disguised so that he might not notice until it was too late. There was something in his cupboard, something among all those dishes that had come with the apartment. He shuffled over, half-crawling, half-squatting, and threw the cabinet open for a closer inspection. What he detected got a lot more than just a growl out of him.

It was only a trace amount, but it would have been enough, if he didn't notice it first. Just how did they get their hands on such a substance? It wasn't the kind of thing they could just go buy in a store. He held up the tainted coffee mug. The bottom had been smeared with an invisible layer of something incredibly deadly, even to a large wolf like him. If he hadn't detected it first, and had decided to pour a drink into that particular cup, he would have surely been dead within hours. But not before suffering a slow, agonizing breakdown of his inner organs. There was more than just some mean-spirited vandalism. Whoever was responsible for all this chaos had outright tried to kill him.

He managed to set the cup down on the counter without smashing it in his tightening grip. His snarls burst from him, hot and flinging spittle. His teeth were clenched, his every muscle tensed, and he was about ready to punch a hole through the damned low ceiling that pressed down on his shoulders. Violent, half-feral, ready to ... he wasn't even sure what he was ready to do. But when a knock came to the entrance, he whipped around violently, casting his anger towards that door, and whoever might have been on the other side of it.

All but lunging to it, he near ripped it off its hinges in opening it,showing his teeth to whoever dared intrude on his fury. She didn't flinch. It was Nina again, just standing there, rocking back and forth on her feet, even giving him a bit of a devious smile. He didn't sense any maliciousness in it - for some reason, he just immediately disqualified her as a suspect in the destruction and attempted harm.

"Hey Reg," she said, her tone carrying none of the weight of the situation. "Sorry about your place. But I've got something that might cheer you up."

It was difficult to get mad at her, even when she was being vague like that. She just radiated a casual, chill aura that calmed him merely by her presence. His tone was still a bit sharp though. "What could that possibly be?"

"I told you I live, like, two doors down right?" She gestured out towards the hallway with her head.

"Nina please get to the point I'm ready to rip someone's throat out right now," he grumbled, placing a paw on his forehead.

"Brutal. Okay, so, check this out." She held up a phone. "Guess who got pics of the little vandals?"

He gave her a narrow-eyed look. "You know who they are?"

"Uh huh. Classmates of ours, actually. Probably about the same age. But it gets better."

Again he was annoyed, but not quite actually angry at her, despite the fun she was having with all this. "Elaborate."

"So, like. I don't like them one bit, to be honest. They act like a bunch of spoiled kids. Got paid their way through everything. But I'm pretty sure they trust me. Sooo..." She trailed off and shrugged.

"What are you suggesting?" He wasn't sure why, but he felt a little pang of arousal just then. Just a little twitch to his sheath, a little tightness to his balls.

"Simple. I shoot them a text. Tell them it worked. You're keeled over. Tell 'em to come see. And then..."

He gave her a tip of his head. "Hang on. You want me to... " Despite how angry he was at them, he found himself unable to say it out loud in front of her.

She just nodded vigorously. "Uh huh. Especially if you let me watch."

"Why would you want to do that?"

She planted her hands on her hips and gave a defiant pose, despite her limited size. "Oh come on. Do I have to explain myself? It's hot. I'm kinky. And weird. Gonna judge?"

"I mean, a little." He actually chuckled, partly from amusement, and partly from the nervousness that came with the sense of rising bloodlust welling up in his chest. It was a rare thing, and it hadn't fully formed just yet, but he could already feel it spreading through his veins, extending to his fingers, his toes. It made the fur on the back of his neck stand up, made him start to feel like he was losing control. Not piloted by himself, but rather an invisible set of strings, tugging him this way and that, at the beck and call of an ancient, more primal ancestor.

"Well, what do you say?" She put on a great big grin, vibrating a little on the spot, trying to hide just how excited she was about all this.

He let a smirk play across his lips, replacing his previous snarl. It was broad and toothy, giving her a good glimpse of fang. He saw her shudder, and that just amused him more. "Let's do it, wolf's little helper."

"Okay. Okay! So, just like... play dead! Like a good doggie. And I'll be right back."

"You are really pushing it," he grumbled, but gave no further complaint as he stretched himself out on the floor, taking up a good half of the apartment just like that. He did his best impression of having been murder by poison, all sprawled out and limp. "How's that?"

"Perfect! Hold that position!" And she was off.

The apartment still smelled like paint, though it had faded some through the open window. He felt incredible silly just laying there, trying not to move too much. Nina rushed out, and left him in silence for a while. A good while, until he was starting to doubt her intentions. Maybe it was just part of the whole big prank, if it could even be called a prank anymore. Some small part of him was thinking maybe he should have gone to the police. They'd committed a major crime after all. But it just seemed... wrong, somehow, for a predator of his size to act like he couldn't deal with a bunch of diminutive herbivores picking on him. And not to mention, he was deeply, intensely hungry all of a sudden. Like there was a great hollowness that spread through the whole of his insides, not just his stomach, as it grumbled and gurgled away in anticipation of meat.

He caught their scents before they actually entered. When he heard the door opening again, he turned his head away from the entrance so they wouldn't see his shifting expression. Wouldn't see him unsheathing his fangs at their presence. It was like Nina had said - bunch of spoiled college kids. A busty but skinny brown mouse, a squirrel with a fine set of hips, and even another bunny much like her, slim and feminine despite being male. They were chuckling loudly with each other as they entered, only to fall silent as they gazed over at the massive bulk of his seemingly deceased form. He held his breath as they entered, doing his best to look as dead as possible.

"That's him?" the mouse asked, seemingly like she was trying to sound exaggeratedly unimpressed, though he could hear the fear creeping through.

"What a loser. He didn't even last long," the squirrel scoffed, moving closer. She didn't sound quite as covertly nervous as the mouse, but it was still there.

The bunny was the only one still cautious. He hung back with Nina. "So... you're sure about this? He's not gonna wake up or something?"

Nina answered with such false innocence Reggie really had to struggle to keep from laughing. He showed a little more teeth with his suppressed smile. "Come on. Why would I lie to you about something like this? You can trust me!"

The three culprits didn't even seem to notice when she closed the door behind them, even popping the lock to be sure. They were too focused on the apparent corpse of the great and mighty wolf they had slain together. The three of them approached Reggie's form, moving a bit slowly, while Nina trailed them, keeping her distance. That was a good idea, Reggie mused. He wasn't exactly going to be fully in control once he got going. And he didn't want her to get caught up in the fury.

The squirrel gave him a prod in the back, and then an actual kick. He did his best not to grunt. Not that it hurt, but the disrespect she gave his apparently dead body almost set him off right then. She didn't seem remotely sorry about it. The mouse followed, and eventually the male rabbit as well. Nina was just pacing behind them all the whole time. Reggie couldn't see her, but something told her she was looking awfully predatory in those moments, watching the prey for any sign of fleeing so she could... well, whatever she thought she could do to stop them.

The mouse moved around to his front side, walking right up to his face. He couldn't hold his breath forever, but he did his best to breathe shallowly. She went right for one of his lips, lifting it up to look at his fangs, and he somehow managed not to react in the slightest, even as she examined and touched at those long, deadly teeth. At least until he snapped her up anyway.

It was a frenzy of motion, all that pent up anger and aggression pushed down for long enough that it just came bursting out as if overflowing from him. He snatched that lean mouse in his jaws lengthwise, so that her soft body was stretched from one side to the other, held tight by his teeth. Though he wasn't biting into her, the more she squirmed, the more he wanted to. Just sink those fangs in and snap her in half. Instead, he just held her secured as he rose up suddenly, snatching at the squirrel and shoving a thumb over her lips before she got out a proper squirm.

Only that bunny fellow managed to evade capture, leaping back out of reach when Reggie made a grab for him. He charged for the door, but Nina stopped him. Not with any particularly impressive show of force. She just casually stuck one of her feet out, and let his momentum do the work for her. That male tripped and crashed down hard. He was scrambling to his feet immediately after, but he wasn't fast enough. One great big wolf paw came down, eclipsing all light from vision before smothering him utterly, pinning him to the floor as he struggled and kicked beneath all that weight, entirely helpless.

That was easy. He probably could have hunted them down himself, but there was something so satisfying about catching them right when they thought they had won. When his conscience tugged at his thoughts, he reminded himself of what they had done. Not just tried to kill him, but in an especially cruel, painful fashion. He would have been whimpering for hours, not even able to call out for help, and they were going to just laugh about it. So he pushed the last of his mercy out of his mind, encouraged by the incredibly excited expression Nina was shooting him. She stayed well out of his way, but she was enjoying this a whole lot. Her arousal had a sweet smell to it that he rather liked. He'd never thought himself attracted to bunnies before.

The mouse between his teeth gave a scream for help, but he quickly silenced it simply by biting down a little harder. Enough that she definitely felt it, though he still wasn't really doing any damage. Pinching, pricking at most. He scooped his tongue down around her desperately flailing form, and simply shoved her fully up past his lips, kneading and sucking at her form. Shame about the clothes, but there was still plenty of flavour soaked through them. Fear had a taste, and he was slurping it right out of her as he swished her from one cheek to the other, back and forth, bathing her in all the drool she was working up, while his other captives uselessly fought to exhaustion. They weren't getting away.

Nina just hopped right up on his bed, her form looking even tinier on that comparatively massive mattress, and stuffed two fingers directly down her pants. She didn't even bother to take them off, instead just working herself into a soaking frenzy completely clothed, stretching her feet out and moaning as she watched the terrifying sight. He wondered what was wrong with her instinctual drive to be so turned on by such a thing. But he didn't care. Her weirdness had helped secure him three meals he was going to thoroughly enjoy devouring. Not that he needed her help.

It was tempting to just finish that mouse off in a single gulp, but that would have been too easy. He wanted to tease her, to taunt her with the prospect of escape by opening his jaws just enough for her to make a desperate lunge for freedom, only to clamp down around her middle and suck her back inside. She wriggled wildly as she slid towards the back of his throat, and he gave her a few gulps just to make her feel like it was over, but he was careful not to actually swallow her. Just startle her, again and again, while he worked up a great slopping mess of saliva from all the tasting, ending up dribbling right down his chin and while he toyed with his prey like he were some kind of feline.

She ended up getting so desperate that she started to lash out violently to his playful tormenting, even biting him on the back of the tongue as if that might somehow change his mind. It didn't really hurt him much, but he felt it. That was as good a reason as any to finally end it. She clearly hadn't thought this one through. If she hoped giving him a little pain would make him change his mind about gulping her down, she got the opposite of what she wanted. A smooth toss of his head, a wet squeeze of his gullet at her kicking feet, and she was snatched from the dimmed light of his maw into the absolute darkness of his throat.

Nina had taken her pants right off by that point. She was getting positively juicy as she fingered herself right to the knuckles, doing nothing to help out, just taking it all in. Every sight, every sound. The shape of the mouse's body sliding down the wolf's throat, barely even outlined. A bit of a swell, but insignificant to him. Her entire body, entire life, not even a full meal. He squeezed her down with all the power of his tight gullet, forcing her towards the humid darkness below, as her clothes clung to her in the rising heat. Hotter, hotter, as she screamed down his throat and into his gut, where she utterly vanished beneath his muscle and slight pudge.

He had to admit, the way she struggled down like that, the way he could feel her desperation in every movement, it was making him a bit hard too. His pants were getting a little uncomfortable, clinging to him a little. Outlining that firmed shape of his sheath, filling out with every wriggle he felt cushioned down in the intense heat of his stomach. No one could see or hear her anymore, her voice drowned out by those welcoming grumbles of flexing and compressing belly walls, but he could feel her. That curvy little mouse, cute but nasty in nature, belonged to him now. He punctuated his triumph over such insignificant prey with a wet belch, the crudeness of it just adding to the shocking scene Nina was savouring.

One down. The squirrel was next, he decided. She was the most callous towards him on entering. Something told him the whole thing had been her idea from the start. Just seemed the type. It would have been easy to just toss her in the air and snatch her up in his jaws, but he was feeling a little hornier by the moment. And when he squeezed at her captive body, he couldn't help but notice just how soft and curvy she was, with a nice plump pair of tits pressing against his tightened fingers. She wasn't even half his size, but the swelling of his sheath was telling him he didn't really care about that.

Instead, he just shoved her down to the floor, bringing claws to her supple form. The bunny remained pinned beneath his foot all the while, dangerously close to simply being crushed, but those wolf pads were just soft enough to keep from serious harm despite all the weight. Reggie didn't think himself the sort for this kind of thing, even had a moment of guilt as he began to claw and shred at everything that covered that soft brown squirrel fur, but... it wasn't like it was going to matter when he was done. Her fate would be the same. And Nina certainly wasn't stopping him, only showing her approval further as she squirted on herself with a sudden yelp and buck of her hips. A moment later, and she was rubbing her soaked rabbit cunt all over again, climax only a brief interruption of her enjoyment.

By the time that squirrel was more or less naked, but for her boots and a few scraps of what she'd been wearing, the wolf could barely stand to remain clothed any longer. His cock was pressed up against his pants to the point he could feel his knot bulging just slightly, not fully formed but still adding a whole lot of heft to the last few inches of that pulsing, veiny, canine dick. Holding her down with one hand, he roughly unzipped himself with the other, faltering several times before finally getting it right, letting that turgid spire thud down over the squirrel's entire body, smearing a heady sheen of musk pre right over her face.

All she could do was sputter and flail at it, trying to shove that cock away before it could mark and soak her any more. He humped her a few times, just enjoying how big his shaft looked compared to that frightened preything, grinding up between her thighs, over her belly and her breasts, squishing them down to her body as he thrust his powerful hips. He probably could have just humped her right through the floor, slamming his dick against her until she'd been shoved down into her own little crater, but he was hornier than that. He didn't want to just grind on her, as pleasantly silky as her fur felt against his meat. He wanted to fuck her.

Not even her squeal that came when she realized what he intended could stop him. Guilt was out of the question. He had an enabler in the form of a horny female bunny, practically cheering on his every movement, no matter how greedy or aggressive. So even the mad squirms the squirrel gave, kicking all about as he held her down and pressed that point canine tip up between her thighs wasn't changing his mind. He simply began to take what he wanted, no matter how cruel it was to try to fit so much into a body clearly not meant for something of the sort.

She wasn't wet, but he was. All that pre leaking from his tip was so much thicker and more copious to her than it was to him, ensuring that her folds were soaked after just a few grinds. He pushed there a while, letting the pressure build, feeling her slowly spreading out for him, until with a sudden lunge downwards he buried several inches at once inside those quivering insides, nearly losing his balanced with how suddenly penetration came. She didn't scream, only gasped breathlessly, her eyes staring up at him but not seeming to really see him.

Another thrust, and he got in a little deeper. He felt some resistance, felt her spreading, stretching out around him. Any other time, and he would have stopped for fear of damaging his partner. But with her - he didn't really care. She didn't matter, and he fucked her just like a piece of meat, paying no regard to anything but his own pleasure. She was meat. As soon as he was done with her, she was going down his gullet to meet the still-squirming mouse in a digestive embrace.

His snarls filled the room, rumbling down the hall as he rutted that slim, soft body. The whole room was shaking with the impact of his thrusts, grunting on every thump of his knot to those wet pussy lips. There was no way that bulge was going inside, but it was still an effective battering ram to pummel down against her, making every thrust that much more impactful, that much more devastating. He was going to last long in such a tight hole, but that didn't matter. He wasn't doing this for her.

As he felt his climax welling up, felt himself growing tenser, hotter, more dominant. Some terrible part of him was surging with excitement to simply pin and claim someone like this - but that wasn't his usual self. More than anything, he was hungry, compelling him to fiercer and fiercer slamming, until the squirrel's squirms had nearly ceased, slowing down to simply some helpless writhing, even twitching. In his lustful fury, he hadn't really been paying attention to anything but his own pleasure, not even realizing how much damage he was doing to her.

On a particularly rough thrust down into her, he felt something simply give way. Something inside her body simply collapsed, in a way it most certainly was not meant to, and she could only give a choked gasp as a response. It also made her tense up all over, giving his cock a powerful clamp, and that was what set him off. He threw his head back, thinking to howl, but instead he just gnashed his teeth wetly, giving his deepest of feral growls, nearly inaudible in their bassy tone. Merely felt.

And with that he started to cum in that squirrel's helpless form, filling her to the very brim in seconds, stretching and expanding her until she was rounded out as if knocked up by that pounding wolf cock. Overflowing too, giving a great jet out and all over the floor and herself alike. He fucked that hapless squirrel right full of his seed until she was lying in a puddle of the overflow. It wasn't until his angry climax slowed that he actually looked down at her again, and realized what he'd down in his uncontrolled lust.

She was still twitching some, but she wasn't there anymore. Her eyes had gone glazed and her mouth hung open, motionless. She wasn't breathing. It was a predictable outcome of shoving that much dick into someone not meant for it, and not trying to be gentle, but it did startle him a little to realize he'd fucked someone right to death. He glanced at Nina briefly, but she clearly wasn't judging. And with a shrug, he realized he didn't much care either. She would have died in his gut anyway - and given how nasty that would have been, she probably got off easy. While getting him off too.

It did feel a little weird to slowly pry her off his sopping cock, feeling her body hanging there totally limp in his grasp. He wasn't terribly fond of the thought of having his cock stuffed in a lifeless body, but he couldn't deny how hard he came. She was dripping as he dangled her there, a steady slop of wolf seed down to the floor, and then outright gushing as he accidentally squeezed just a little too tight around her belly. That had the mess splattering all around the room, getting on the floor, the walls, even a little on the ceiling, as well as plenty on himself. He grit his teeth, but, there was going to be some cleanup afterwards anyway.

Up she went, dangled just a moment above his open jaws, dripping his own cum back down onto his extended tongue, and then he just dropped her down and snapped her up. A few kneads and chews at her body rolled and popped her joints, but she still went down whole in a single deep swallow. A loud gulp rolled through the room and it sounded like Nina was just getting to her second orgasm, judging by her rapid gasps and whimpers. Not quite, as she slowed down just enough to keep herself edging and close to release, pussy clenching as she leaked those horny juices all over the wolf's bed, loving everything he was doing. Another preything down, flopping there atop the mouse trapped inside his belly, renewing her terrified struggles there with the horror of her snuffed out friend pinning her down in those slowly rising digestives.

That left just the male. Reggie considered himself mostly straight, but the feeling of dominating another male like that was getting to him in an odd way. Enough that even after that massive, messy cumshot, his dick was twitching to life once more as he ground his paw back and forth atop the lapine's captive form. A nice, humiliating treatment, one that could easily have proven fatal or at least incredibly harmful with just a little more pressure. Reggie let the bunny know he was in control, that he could change his mind and crush him at any moment, and he only remained alive by his own will. That was so strangely pleasing to him.

But that would have been far too easy. He didn't want to break the bunny before he'd properly shown him the error of his ways. There was still plenty of cum dripping from the wolf's big fat cock, even in its partly softened state. A mess, really. And while his first two meals got settled in his stomach, one frantic and the other motionless, he thought perhaps that rabbit was cute enough he didn't care if he wasn't a girl for the moment. He raised his foot, but there was no time for his prey to flee before he had snatched him by those long rabbit ears, plucking him right up into the air, dangling, kicking, whimpering.

It was a pretty wretched sight. Maybe it even tugged at Reggie's heartstrings for a brief moment, seeing that bunny staring at him in utter horror, cowering away from all that massive woven strength and fury. The others had seemed outright pleased, or simply apathetic to his apparent demise, but the bunny hadn't really joined in on the showboating. Maybe he was just dragged along with it all? Reggie paid a glance over to Nina as she slickly masturbated to the sight. She must have read the expression on the wolf's face, that brief look of worry in his eyes as he silenced his snarls just for a moment out of concern perhaps he was going too far.

"It was his idea," she assured him with a somewhat perverse smile. "Right from the start. That's what he told me, with a great big grin on his face."

Reggie couldn't help but narrow his eyes suspiciously. "And you didn't try to stop him?"

Nina shrugged. "Just told me. Didn't know about it until they did it. This wasn't a setup or anything. You're paranoid when you're hungry!"

"I've already eaten two people."

"And you're going to need more than that if you're going to grow up big and strong!" That she so casually teased him while still wildly fingering herself just made her look all the more odd. But she was right. He was still hungry.

And when he gave that rabbit another look, he didn't see innocence, but rather guilt. Maybe played up so that he looked a little more pathetic. It wasn't going to work on a hungry wolf. Just to prove his point, he pressed the back of a hand to that dangling bunny's head, and shoved him right up against that smeared, partly softened cock, letting the whole thing rub against his body. Reggie wasn't really horny anymore, but he was still a mess. And he didn't feel like cleaning it all up himself.

If the bunny wasn't going to cooperate then he would make a fine rag. Reggie wrapped every finger around that small form, clutching him tight in his first. After that, he just smeared that smaller male's face right up against his shaft, grinding up and down to wipe up every last drop of cum and other juices clinging to his softening spire of bright red until it was smeared through that soft bunny fur, or just clinging to his clothing, sticking it to his skin. A thorough humiliation, made only the more intense when Reggie went so far as to dip his prey down and mop up a bit of accumulated sweat from his great heaving balls.

Well that was just fuelling his dominant side all the more. That bunny was getting used, and was soaking in the scent of dire wolf musk in the process. Reggie permitted himself to go a little farther with it. He laid that bunny right out on the floor, and promptly brought his balls down right on top of that squirming form. They were already a great plump pair of nuts, but bouncing up and down on a small bunny's face just made them seem enormous. It was so self-indulgent of him - but the wolf was enjoying the hell out of just grinding up and down on that frightened face, marking him in lupine scent, teabagging him half-senseless and showing him exactly who was in charge. As if there was ever any doubt.

Just to really rub it in, literally and figuratively, he pressed those fat balls right down over that bunny's face, completely enveloping those soft features, ears include. That position, he held for a while, putting on some pressure much like he did with his paw. He could have just crushed that little skull with his nuts, he thought. Or held out, and smothered his prey to death, the scent of his slightly sweaty balls the last thing that bunny perceived. He simply held himself there, pressing hard, choking off any attempt at breathing air, until the bunny's struggles proved more frantic. And then - slower. Reggie rose back up before he suffocated his prey and plaything, leaving him gasping desperately on the floor, not even able to try to flee anymore, and the wolf just loomed above, watching.

It filled him with something. Something more than just hunger, but rather a surge of energy just dominating a smaller, weaker male like that. Lesser, even. He didn't usually go for the whole alpha wolf thing, but this... this felt good. He was a predator. The wriggling rabbit was prey. And so he could do anything he wanted with him. No matter how greedy, how selfish of him. That soft mass of fur and meat belonged to him.

Though he took care not to overdo it lest he end up looking like some sort of cat. He hadn't forgotten about his appetite. His stomach was making an incredible amount of noise. Enough so that at first he thought perhaps his previous meals were disagreeing with him as they were gurgled and glorped loudly enough to fill the whole apartment with the sound. He could still feel the mouse squirming, every kick and writhing motion giving him a little tingle down his spine, right to the base of his tail. It felt good to digest his prey alive. And it was just going to get worse for her in there.

Still possessed by that spirit of ferocity and power, he allowed himself one last bit of toying with his meal. A firm grip to the back of that bunny's head, and he shoved him up against that noisy gut of his, smothering his face in there before that squirming prey had even properly caught his breath again. The two ladies he'd swallowed weren't making for a tremendous bulge, but maybe that poor bun could feel them moving around in there, struggling, digesting, at least a little. Reggie just loomed over his prey as he smothered him into that belly that he was soon to join, letting his fate hang over his head for a while until he remembered to pull the struggling lapine back, leaving him gasping and refilling his lungs. The look of terror and embarrassment combined in that preything's eyes gave the wolf such a tingle of satisfaction.

Bunnies gave such amusing kicks when they dangled from their ears. Reggie was reminded of that when he lifted that meal upwards, shifting his grip to just let the newly soaked rabbit meat hang there in front of his jaws, the hot steam of his breath hitting that wet fur. Eating him was going to mean tasting his own cum, but he'd just have to call it a marinade. He extended his tongue, and started at those big, bare bunny feet, cradling them as he slurped them inwards.

Soft. So very soft. He always knew bunnies were, just to look at them. But it was so much better to feel that fine touch upon his tongue. He dragged the bunny in, feet-first, embracing him in a drooly maw that squeezed down on him from all sides. Sucking on him, kneading him, massaging him in his jaws. Reggie caught himself subconsciously shifting his meal over to the side of his mouth, laying him right out his lower teeth. All those fangs poking in against the bunny's tender flesh ensured his prey didn't move a single muscle. Reggie closed his jaws, slowly, gently. Just putting on a tiny bit of pressure, despite how much his heart pumped with the urge to bite down, how much it tingle his very mine to think about pulping that delicate body between his fangs. It was what he was simply meant to do.

But it would be even more satisfying to have two meals struggling together in his belly, their bodies rubbing against one another with the lifeless squirrel in between. So he didn't draw a single drop of blood - instead he pushed on those rabbit ears, scooping them up between his lips as they dangled out, and shoved the entire squirming male into his gullet. A wet, triumphant gulp, and his prey was gone. He hadn't even bothered to learn his name, before that bunny vanished from his throat and joined the wriggling panic deep below in the deafening noise of impending digestion.

It was cramped, sweltering in there. It itched and tingled already, an uncomfortable sensation that was slowly growing towards burning as the two of them were bathed in those unforgiving fluids. Maybe the wolf himself had some shred of mercy left, but his stomach acids certainly didn't. The squirrel got the gentlest fate. She was just meat in that belly, not a living thing to be compressed, sizzled, and melted down while still alive, feeling every little detail of her own destruction. Unlike the others.

He couldn't even hear their screams. But he could feel them. Vibrating there beneath his muscle and slight pudge. They weren't even making for that much of a bulge. Maybe in a regular wolf they would have meant a huge, swollen gut. But for him, it was more or less just a pot belly. Like he'd been neglecting to be active for a little while. Once ingested, those three entire people had simply vanished into all the heft and strength of the massive dire wolf.

His first comment didn't exactly reflect the gravity of the whole situation. He simply belched, licked his chops, and gave his belly a few rubs. They were beating their fists against those slimy walls, kicking, desperately trying anything they could think of to break free of that brutal grasp slowly churning them down. But it was all insignificant to him. They couldn't even upset his stomach, and they certainly weren't escaping digestion. Not until every last detail had been melted down into indistinction.

Finally, Reggie paid a look towards Nina. She was practically passed out, sprawled out on his bed in a pool of her own juices. He didn't think he'd ever seen anyone masturbate so much all at once, male or female. The thought made him grin, as did the dazed look on her face when she met his eyes. As delicious as that other bunny had been, his appetite was sated. But more than that, he didn't even see her as food. She was a helper, and maybe that even made her as much a predator as he was.

"I'm not sure who enjoyed that more," he chuckled, feeling the aggression draining from his veins. In its place there was only a cool, soothed sensation. Orgasmic really.

"I have always wanted to see that in person. Internet videos only take you so far." She giggled as she spoke, sounding more giddy than amused.

"Perv," he teased.

"Says the guy who just ate my brother in front of me."

Reggie's eyes widened, and he gave a characteristically canine tip of his head. "Your... wait. You didn't mention that."

"Didn't want you to change your mind! Prick bullied me since day one, pretty much." Her gleeful face darkened for just a moment. "Not anymore."

"That's kinda fucked up," Reggie admitted, though he felt too full and satisfied to pursue the issue further. "I feel like a nap. But I guess I gotta figure out some other place to stay now, don't I? I'm obviously not going to be welcome here after what I just did."

"You might be surprised!" Nina sat up, suddenly perky. "I did say I'd put in a good word for you, didn't I?"

He tapped his chin. "Something tells me you are seriously overselling your abilities. What are you going to tell them? Aside from right now digesting three people while we speak, he's a decent guy?"

"After what they tried to do to you? You might be surprised how understanding prey can be. Don't underestimate us!"

Reggie gave her a skeptical look, but interrupted it with a broad yawn. He caught her staring at his open mouth when he finished. "You're a weirdo, but I appreciate it."

"So, uh." She shuffled onto the edge of his bed, leaning forward. "You wanna, like, go... somewhere, sometime?"

Reggie blinked. Had that weird bunny just asked him on a date while he was still actively digesting her brother alive? Well, all kinds of impulses were being followed that afternoon. He gave a shrug, and then a big, wolfish grin. "Why not?"

Her resulting grin made it already worth it. Rather than her previous perverse expression, it was just a cute and innocent mask of delight. Which was in stark contrast to her bottomless, soaked appearance, but even so. He felt a particularly energetic kick inside of him, but all that told him was that things were getting particularly hellish for his prey. It wasn't even something he savoured - he simply dismissed it as the natural workings of his stomach. They weren't people anymore, weren't the ones who had offended and tried to harm him. They were simply meat, even while still alive inside of him, facing their messy, painful end buried in a dire wolf's gut. All he knew was he needed a quick map before he dealt with the consequences of his predatory nature.

***

He spent the night in a hotel meant for people his size, slowly working over his prey one glorp at a time. They were still very much alive, still struggling, but they were exhausting themselves. And they didn't even manage to keep him from sleeping soundly all night long. They certainly didn't sleep, on the other hand. Not when pieces of them were being stripped away, one by one, mingled together until their bodies were growing increasingly indistinguishable from each other, and the squirrel between them.

If he had to be honest, he wasn't thinking about them anymore. They were just another meal, and their struggles had diminished to the point he wasn't really feeling them. When he awoke, he had a message waiting for him on his phone. He squinted at it with the same suspicion he'd given Nina in person, but he felt his curiosity piqued as well.

Hey Reg! Come visit us @ apt! Got a surprise!

Some part of him was still wondering if this whole thing was some kind of elaborate setup. She seemed devious enough to have some sort of master plan all along. But how else was he going to spend the day? A short morning routine to get himself showered and looking generally decent, and he was on a bus across town once more, all hunched over in the back, putting extra pressure on the dying prey in side his middle.

He smelled it before they even arrived. The air was thick with warm, inviting aromas. Smoking, barbecuing meat, enough to get him wiping at his lips lest he end up just drooling on himself. It seemed every resident of those apartments was out there, mingling in a great crowd among the tables of fresh food and smoking grills. Much of it was the vegetarian sort, which he would have been happy to eat, but they had even tossed on a few steaks he presumed were meant exclusively for him.

And in that big group there was Nina, looking as cheerful as ever. She was sipping a drink, but she practically spit it out when she saw him, bouncing over to greet him and clear up his confused expression.

"Hey! See, I told you!"

He was still looking around at the group, looking a little dazed. "And what exactly did you tell me?"

"Everyone felt bad about what almost happened to you. They don't fault you for your response one bit!" She was beaming.

"Got some troublemakers out of the building to be honest," said an older groundhog. "We didn't quite get a chance to meet yet. I'm Derrick, the super here. Welcome to the building, Reggie."

He offered his hand. Reggie shook his entire arm, which didn't seem to phase him as he just went on.

"We'll be doing some work on your apartment over the next few weeks. Nina's right. There's no way we can expect you to fit in such a small space. Luckily, the place above you just ... opened up. In the meantime..."

He nodded his head and held out both arms towards a large mobile home parked nearby. It was near the size of the entire two-story apartment building. Still no mansion, but he'd definitely be comfortable in it for a while. He found himself smiling down at the friendly landlord and that silly bunny wiggling there beside him, all excited.

"Don't much know how you like your steaks, but I'll do my best!" said a rather jolly, plump chinchilla from the grill. "Kinda making me hungry watching. No wonder you types like this kind of thing. Dunno if I could do it raw and wiggling though, oho!"

There wasn't even any sort of malice in those words. Just a bit of teasing. Nobody was freaking out, nobody running at the sight. Some were giving him some lingering looks, but it seemed more out of interest than anything. They were all so welcoming that he actually found himself wagging his tail, a doggish gesture he wouldn't normally permit himself in public. But it seemed he'd found himself a pack of some sort, even if it was an unusual one.

Right as he basked in that glowing feeling of acceptance, he felt the prey inside him give in. Maybe they had heard what was going on outside of their torturous prison, that they wouldn't even be missed, and that had been the final bit of anguish to finally break them. Or maybe it was just a combination of sleep deprivation, dehydration, partial suffocation, and unrelenting acids eating their way into more and more of their bodies, softening them up from the outside and stripping away the layers towards their core. Either way, the bunny and the mouse within his gut joined the squirrel in motionless gurgling after a few last spasms and twitches ran through their dying muscles. All that remained was to digest the rest of them to mulch.

Even with that meal inside him, he couldn't resist grilled meat. They'd overdone the the steaks a little, which wasn't a surprise, but they were still delicious, piling down atop the other meat in his belly. The group had spared no expense to make him feel welcome, and he mingled and chatted with them all, happy to get to know them. Now and then they had a lot of questions about what it was like to be a predator, but it was more a matter of curiosity than outright fear. He found himself hoping that none of them got caught outside at night anytime soon. Maybe even considering keeping guard for anyone who was coming home late. But maybe that was going a little far.

Once he retired to his temporary housing, finding it more than adequate for his simple needs, he could finally relax in a bed of his own, without his feet hanging over the side. That was a big bed even for predators, one meant more for a bear than a wolf, and so he had plenty of room to roll around and get snug, just thinking about everything that had happened that afternoon. It wasn't quite time to get to sleep, but he was content to simply relax with a fully belly of meat. And bones, clinking together as he digested even them. Mostly, anyway.

He busied himself with his phone for a while, hardly paying any mind to the shrinking weight in his gut. He could vaguely feel it shifting downwards, but the prey was dead and gone, out of his mind. Tomorrow, he was going to have to get started with his new life, officially. Today was a day off, a false start. Now he was housed, fed, and surrounded by a family of sorts. Or at least, some people who didn't hate him on sight. Which was good enough for him.

Before he could think about sleep, there was a rising pressure to deal with. He got up and lumbered off to the bathroom, not giving it a second thought at first. But halfway down the hall, he stopped, struck by the realization. It wasn't just any trip to the toilet, but a meaningful one. Those three victims had reached the end of the journey. He paused to consider whether he ought to give such a moment. And then he just mentally shrugged it off. Just another dump, after all. No big deal.

Aside from the size of it anyway. The extra pressure was really building up, and in a weird way, it felt pretty damn good. Enough that when he got his pants down and planted himself on his new, wolf-sized toilet, he was grunting a bit, lifting his tail high and leaning back as he prepared himself for unloading all three of those pranksters. Or, those attempted killers, to be more exact. Vandalism was one thing, something to be mad about, but trying to poison him was a ticket to the toilet bowl. In a way he sort of regretted them not being alive to see what had happened to them.

He hoped the bathroom was ready for him, because the big fat shit he was soon taking was heavy, tightly-packed, and even flecked with a few bones. His system was pretty good at digesting those, but three entire skeletons meant there were a few leftovers. They tickled some, their texture smoothed over by digestion to be sure there were no pointy bits on the way out. Not half a minute of squeezing out those chunky logs he'd turned them into, and he had to flush. And again. He tensed a little, hoping those pipes were up to the challenge as the waste vanished into the swirling water below.

And it felt good. He shouldn't have been enjoying it as much as he was, but the size of it alone was embarrassingly stimulating as he pushed it out from beneath his tail. He felt a tingle running up and down his spine, felt his breath getting a little bit shuddery, even felt his sheath stirring a little bit. Not exactly getting a boner while taking a dump, but slightly turned on. Not so much from the act itself, but from that predator, triumphant knowledge that the great big chunks of useless waste being plopped into the water below, primed to vanished for good down into the pipes, used to be three living, breathing, thinking creatures who certainly never thought they'd end up flushed down a huge wolf's toilet. Who thought they'd dealt with the threat - but were only pudge on his belly now.

It was going to be a while, and he reached for his phone to pass the time. It buzzed in his hands, and he checked the new text. Nina was asking him what he was up to, and he debated for a time how honestly he ought to answer her. Eventually he began to tap up a response.

Dealing with the vandals.

Her response came quickly.

Dealing with?

And before he can explain two more messages came in rapidly.

Oh.

Pics?

He laughed out loud mid-dump at that request. She must have been joking. It was not the kind of thing anyone would want. Right? He already knew she was a weird one, but she couldn't have meant that. Yet she did ask. She was going to regret it if she was only kidding.

The next segment of shitting out his prey was less pretty, and so he held off for a little. This was the softer bit, the parts that rushed through him somewhat. It wasn't that they hadn't digested well - they moved through his body smoothly, comfortably, like they were meant for his system. It was just that this pieces came faster, landed more wetly, messily. He flushed all those down rather than go for a pic. He wanted her to see the best part.

The last few pieces of wolf crap were particularly solid. Lots of bone. That was always the last thing to digest. Some of them were even slightly recognizable. Not exactly, but enough was sticking out of those logs that the steaming mess was recognizable as once being someone, or three someones. It took a little more effort to squeeze out that finale, and he found himself straining and grunting just a little. He was glad no one was there to hear him practically moaning there on the toilet. Because as much effort as it was, it felt so embarrassingly pleasant.

When he was finally done, and the very last heavy piece pushed free, he stood and turned to shamefully admire his handiwork. If Nina really wanted to see this, then it was the perfect opportunity. Those last few chunks were impressively thick, filling the bowl to the brim, and all the bone had survived a little better too. Just enough that maybe she could pick out a few bits that might have been once them. Was that a partial skull? A femur? A pelvis? It was hard to tell, but he'd leave the guesswork to her. One click of his phone and he had a picture of a massive, bone and fur-strewn wolf dump the likes of which could only come after consuming real, live prey. He hit send.

Holy shit

Lol get it

It's so much

Omg the bones!

He didn't know what to say to that. He half wondered if her response meant that somewhere out there a bunny was masturbating to a picture of his shit. At least he wasn't the only one who enjoyed it. He grabbed some paper and gave himself a clean, flushed the last load down, and finally just sighed. If this was his new life, then it was off to a hell of a weird start. But he'd taken care of those troublemakers who'd given him such a rough time, and maybe he even had a girlfriend now. A date, at least. Maybe somewhere for dinner. She did seem to like watching him eat, after all.