Chomped Pilot Episode (S01E01)

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

Written live during the Freebies Vol. 74: Chomped stream on June 13, 2019

Featuring...

Alex Lorecraft (© Libra)

Sloane Thomas (© KittyBoi)

and Professor Morgan (© FriendofLoyd)

With dialogue contributed by the Libra, KittyBoi, FriendofLoyd, and other viewers in the Nocturnal Transmissions Discord chat.

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Freebies Vol. 74: Chomped Pilot (S01E01)

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CHOMPED How long can you last?

The show opened with a shot of a predator lurking in the shadow of a row of red lockers, a hulking and massive male of some feline species. The bulge of a well-filled red thong, the deep valleys of chiselled and round abdominals, the shoulder protruding from the darkness the same height as the normal-sized lockers, with the hints of jagged black stripes crossing white fur...

Before cutting to another half-shadowed live shot of a lean vulpine predator silhouetted against a streetlamp in a steep-walled alleyway. A massive tail swung partially into the light, revealing not fur, but a dripping, constantly rippling gooey surface that reflected and refracted the light through its pale blue surface...

And the camera cut again, this time to a live image of a smaller feline pred leaning back against the bar in a darkened dance club. Silky, thick black fur coated the small predator's lean, tight, muscular little body, and as he moves his hips, the fat swells of a pair of impressive balls swung through the light, glinting and reflecting in the camera.

The image flipped back to the first huge feline, then the slightly less huge fox, and then to the small feline, cycling through them faster and faster as a single word in massive black letters appeared from the center of the screen and zoomed out to fill up the whole broadcast, with the images of the three preds showing between the gaps:

CHOMPED

Below, in a playful font, was a question:

How long can you last?

The screen went black, then panned upwards to reveal the host of the show, Joseki, a buffalo-lion hybrid in a fancy tailored suit. The curly, dark brown hairs of his mane puffed up around his golden-furred face and mostly feline snout, though a large ring piercing attached to his bull-like nostrils. He lacked a hump on his back and his hands were paw-like with retractable claws, though his legs ended in blunt, silicon-shoed, glossy black hooves. When Joseki smiled, the buffalion showed an impressive array of sharp, predatory fangs that his co-host, an otter about the same height as Joseki, stared at with some alarm. The two of them stood with their backs to a huge black wall lit up with zig-zagging lines of electric red and orange and green, colors shifting as the buffalion grinned ferociously into the camera.

"Welcome to Chomped!" the buffalion said, his velvet tenor voice washing over the microphone in his feline fingers. "I'm Joseki and we're delighted that all you gutsluts and predators alike have decided to join us here on the Nocturnal Transmissions streaming service for the debut episode of our little show. Isn't that right, cockfat?"

The buffalion directed that last comment to the otter standing next to him. The brown-furred male's eyes widened as he felt sharp claws dig into his rump, teasing through the dense pelt to the skin below. The skinny male's backside stiffened as Joseki's grin spread across his plump lips and wide muzzle.

"I, uh, I mean, my name is-"

"That's great!" Joseki said, cutting in. "Here's all you need to know to understand what's going to happen over the course of the show. This is all happening live, so bear with us if we run into any technical difficulties, like if the co-host disappears or something."

The otter's head turned and he made a startled noise. "Wait, I thought... aren't I supposed to..."

"First," Joseki said, cutting off his stuttering co-host, "each of our contestants are patiently waiting in the Feeding Pens. Here's a view now of the tasty little morsels. Remember, all of you potential ballfat watching could be here, waiting to be picked to face off against a hungry, powerful pred like me!"

In the so-called Feeding Pens, cameras mounted on the walls showed dozens of people wandering around in the nude, some napping together in piles or chatting in circles. Each had a white tag with a black number on it pierced to their ear. The cameras focused in on a lithe tabby feline and the flicking tag attached to his ear.

"Those tags are fully digestible and safe for our preds, of course," Joseki narrated over the video stream. There were a few muffled grunts and gasps as he spoke, though his tone didn't change a bit despite the squelching clearly audible behind his words. "We use them to keep track of our cockfood and bellyfillers. Here at Chomped, we take pride in the humane treatment of our squirmy, sexy meals! One at a time, we'll release a lucky player into one of the hunting grounds. They'll get a three-minute head start before the clock starts ticking and the pred goes in after them!"

The grunts and groans got slightly louder before there was a squishing noise that momentarily interrupted the narration, followed by much quieter and more muffled sounds of struggle. The picture sent over the stream changed between the various hunting grounds available for this episode: several blocks of a dark city at night, a large-scale gymnasium, and a closed nightclub.

"If the prey finds the exit and escapes, they'll win fabulous prizes and even have the opportunity to compete again against a different pred for even greater prizes!" Joseki said, as images of televisions, stacks of money, cars, and other valuables crossed the screen. "In the event that our highly motivated Predators do their jobs, however, the competitors will earn a place in the season standings based on how long they lasted!"

A brief image of the empty leaderboard screen appeared:

RANK.... NAME.... TIME.... PRED.... METHOD

The camera switched back to Joseki, who stood alone on the walkway. His right arm pushed down, elbow locked, as the swinging tail of the brown-furred otter occasionally swept through the lower right corner of the frame. Flashing a confident grin, the buffalion spoke straight to the audience of the livestream once more.

"And that's all there is to it! Now sit back, relax, and ignore those jaws about to snatch you from behind as we play... Chomped!" he said. His arm suddenly dropped and he grunted as the otter's legs flipped up, feet swinging in front of the buffalion's golden muzzle and frizzy dark brown mane of tight, natural curls. Grabbing the webbed footpaws wiggling in front of him, Joseki shoved them forward out of frame and grinned, showing off all of his sharp little teeth as the muffled moans and squishes turned into a wet sloshing. "Lets meet our first tasty little piece of cockfood now... contestant number one!"

The image cut to show the backsides of two broad-shouldered, beefy, black- and brown-furred Dobermans with long, sleek muzzles and short, glossy fur. Their tails whipped side to side in sync with their chests and each other as the sound of their high heels clicking across the floor made it into some of the hidden microphones planted throughout the arenas. The two Dobies worn black leather harnesses that dug into their fur around their shoulders and hips. The straps ran around their large breasts, squeezing the huge teardrops outwards and keeping a constant pressure applied to the fat, taut pink nipples capping the ends of each enormous tit. Short brown fuzz covered the insides of their legs and sheaths, which were held in a black fabric pouch suspended from the strap of the harness running around their hips. Their powerful, bulging muscles shifted and tensed under their glossy coats as the camera followed behind, occasionally tipping down to show their plump, muscular rear ends hanging out on full display, hoisted up by a leather strap running under the cheeks.

The two Dobies shoved through a door, banging it open and sending prey in the Feeding Pens scattering with fright. Growling and snapping their jaws, the two Dobies sniffed the air and pounced on various people, roughly grabbing them and checking their tags as they searched for the right one. Their breasts and shafts and muzzles liberally rubbed and squeezed against the awestruck prey while the whole procedure broadcast live over the stream. Joseki explained the two canines were the show's resident Prey Wranglers.

"No snacking, ladies!" the buffalion purred over the sounds of the Dobergirls growling and the various Prey moaning at the excessively huge canine's firm methods. The two dominant canines roughly checked each of the tags chipped to the cockfats' ears for the winning number until...

"Here! Got 'em!"

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ROUND 1: Alex "Lolcraft" Lorecraft vs The Goofox

The thin, narrow-bellied hyena squirmed as the two massive Dobermans easily carried him by his arms, half-dragging him as their heavy breasts bounced off the sides of his head and muzzle, squashing his ears flat as they dragged through the scattering Prey contestants not chosen. He had a dark brown coat with lighter tan on the insides of his ears and around his muzzle, which cameras captured peeking out over the richer chestnut fuzz coating the insides of the Dobergirls' enormous melons. Lower, where his hips hung below the lower swells, his short and fluffy tail wagged furiously. Long and silky fur, much longer than the rest of the deep fuzz covering his slender figure, ran down his elbows and forearms, forming fetlocks of the same lighter tan as his muzzle.

The two Doberguards kicked open a door as the cameras changed the view on the broadcast to show the two massive canines approaching from over the buffalion's shoulder.

"Thank you, ladies!" the hybrid purred as the muscular Prey wranglers deposited the skinny hyena in a heap in front of him. "And now, let's see... lucky number one, aren't you?"

The predatory host purred as he glanced at his notes on a small screen hovering above his wrist.

"Alexander Lorecraft, it's a pleasure to have you on as our first contestant," Joseki said, leaning down to tease some very sharp claws under the hyena's upturned muzzle. "Mmmf, you're just so cute it's hard to resist letting someone else take your place, you know!"

The buffalion grinned as he leaned down and hoisted the narrow hyena to his feet, then dragged his claws down the nude male's backside. Alex's ears went flat as the lion-buffalo hybrid leaned in close. The view on the broadcast showed just the host's lips nuzzling the hyena's ears, though the microphones caught every little syllable.

"Time starts now, meat."

Two huge doors in front of the host swung open and the buffalion placed his large hoof squarely in the center of the hyena's back, sending him stumbling inside as the hybrid's enormous sac jostled and jiggled with all the sudden motion. Alex went flying, landing on his chest with a thud and a skid. He gasped as he hit the ground, closing his eyes for a long moment after he heard the huge doors slam shut behind him...

On the other side, Joseki beamed into the camera, grinning wide.

"Well now, wasn't he a bundle of fun? Let's see how he does facing off against... what's this? We're letting the audience choose?"

The buffalion pressed a finger to his ear and nodded.

"That's right! Click now to decide which Pred will hunt the cute little hyena!"

A flood of comments lit up the chat box along the side of the broadcast window. The buffalion's bright eyes flicked across them, enjoying the dozens of "How do I sign up?" posts or "I'd eat that sexy 'yena in 3 seconds flat!" Clearly the audience was enjoying the spectacle so far.

Joseki brought up his screen and studied it as some numbers fluctuated. They appeared in the corner of the broadcast as well, appearing as small green, blue, and red hearts. All three totals for the pictured preds - the same ones from the show's introduction - shot up, but one clear winner emerged. Joseki licked his lips and purred as the timer ran out and the vote finalized.

"There you have it, loyal viewers!" he said. "Let's meet tonight's Pred! In the meantime, I hope Alex is taking advantage of his three-minute head-start..."

The hyena panted, struggling to run, already out of breath as the seemingly endless metal corridors only opened into similar-sized rooms, each with a bed made up neatly, a foot locker, and some personal grooming equipment. The walls were dark gray and riveted with huge bolts. All the corridors curved and turned, splitting and rejoining at strange places, making it difficult to figure out which direction he was going or if he - as he suspected - was going in circles. The hyena paused, finally coming upon a junction with a sign. His eyes widened as he read where each went. Down the left corridor was something called the Fighter Repair Bay and down the right was the Crew Mess.

Alex's ears flattened as he considered his choices...

The hyena nodded and headed left. He'd seen enough TV shows to know the Crew Mess would be wide open with few places to hide and even fewer exits, especially the one he needed to find before whichever Pred was about to be set loose inside the silent, sterile ship found him.

"What the hell kind of VR hallucination did I jump into...oooooohmygod!"

The floor rumbled beneath the hyena just as he stepped across the open portal from the corridor into a massive space garage. Half-completed fighter jets, each a solid thirty feet long at least, made moving through the parts-strewn are difficult, but the floor suddenly shifting and shuddering as lights flashed made keeping his balance even more difficult. A klaxon alarm sounded, then the sounds of dozens of feet pounding through the metal corridors. Alex bolted, stubby tail sticking straight out behind him as he dove around the side of a fighter jet on its side. He leaned his back against it as he breathed hard, struggling to catch his breath as the sounds of movement and shouting filled the air. In front of the stunned 'yenasnack, a horizontal slit appeared in the entire wall of the fighter bay, gradually opening wide and wider and exposing what lay beyond the shimmering forcefield: a massive space battlefield. Explosions went off as he watched ships darting around huge cruisers against the backdrop of a dense and verdant jungle moon. In the distance, a dark red star burned, throwing hundreds of fighting ships into silhouette.

The hyena's jaw dropped. Just where the hell was he?

"Get outta the way!"

Black-gloved hands shoved the hyena to the side and tore the access panel off the hatch next to where he'd been sitting. Alex gaped as a black-furred wolf in a red jumpsuit attacked the circuit board with crackling electrical arcs generated from a small black hand tool.

Alex backed up, before tripping and falling again on his rump as the alarms rang out even louder and the commotion increased. The ship lurched to the side and the view of the battlefield spun to the side, showing the vast emptiness of space.

"Get 'em ready for the next wave, we turn in two hours!"

"Yes, sir!"

The naked hyena stumbled through the floor, dodging pilots and mechanics, the smoking piles of burnt-out parts, the spills and leaks of oils and chemicals, until he got to the far wall from the entrance he'd come through. If there was an exit to the ship, this would have to be it. The hyena stabbed a finger at the control panel on the doors, which were almost fifteen feet tall and ten feet wide. They slid open slowly, revealing a well-lit corridor beyond, along with a door marked with bright green letters: EXIT.

Unfortunately for the hyena, between him and the door was a hungry-looking fox. The male's whole body shimmered, a deep and sparkling shade of russet red. The fox was muscular and his pelt was the right color; his teeth were there, his eyes locked on the hyena, but Alex could tell something was off even before he noticed the splotchy way the fox's paws sank down into the metal floor with each step forward, only to reform as they lifted, retaking the shape of an actual vulpine paw. It was a clever mimic, realistic enough to pass on first glance, but the gooey fluids slowly drizzling down and reabsorbing into the fox's body were clearly not natural.

PRED!

The word echoed in the hyena's mind. His tail clutched between his thighs as he stared in shock at the muscular, gooey vulpine hunter. The exit was so close, but he had to make a quick decision... run away and try to circle back around later, or try to get past the fox right now? The Pred wasn't that large, but there was something strange about his smooth, almost fluid movements...

||||| Libra chose to turn, running back into the mess of parts and broken ships, planning to try and lose or distract the Pred and circle back later.

||||| Libra rolled a 17! [Note: High rolls are good for prey, bad for preds. Low rolls are good for preds and bad for prey. While it is possible for a contestant to win the game and escape, the odds are stacked against them. Heavily. - Danath]

Though his claws and feet slid across the smooth metal of the floor beneath him, the instantaneous flight instinct sent the hyena's legs into overdrive. The lean, skinny male's thighs flexed as he shoved himself around and took off, bolting through the piles of parts, dodging crewmembers who barely acknowledged his existence, and leaping puddles of oil. He could hear a roar of hunger behind him, but the hyena didn't look back, not on his life, until he hopefully lost the Pred in the maze of broken fighters and parts. The hyena crawled under a workbench, trying to squeeze down flat as he watched black boots and a pair of red paws pad by.

Wait. Red paws.

The hyena's muzzle snapped shut and he forced his breathing to go shallow. If he could stay calm, his scent wouldn't give him away, especially not in the oil-stinking environment of the fighter repair bay.

A gloved hand roughly grabbed Alex's tail, dragging him backwards. An angry mechanic shoved the hyena away, then reached down into the space where the male had been to retrieve a tool from a box. Muttering something about "civvies playing games in a war zone," the mechanic threw the hyena a sour look as he ran back the same direction he came from. Alex's chest heaved. He'd thought at the touch that the fox had found him. But no, he was still here, in one piece.

The chat lit up while the stream focused on the hyena's nervous panting. "Should have been goofox shapeshifting >:3," one viewer named "xx_wolfbirdsrule_xx" typed.

Peering around the corner of the large pile of buzzing electrical spinning parts that looked like fans stuffed into the center of large, smoking black circuit boards, the hyena tried not to gag on the acrid scent as he peeked around, looking for the Pred. If the paws were red, it was likely the naked vulpine wasn't trying to blend into the environment, at least.

Indeed, it seemed that rather than blend into the environment, the predator was intent on disrupting it. Angry shouts echoed from one corner of the room as parts and people went flying, followed by a bellowed roar of anger that sent a shiver down the hyena's spine. No doubt that was where the fox was now, the other side of the room from the exit...

Alex thought carefully as he fought to keep his cool. He could make a break for it, going right back the way he came in a mad-dash rush to the exit, or he could sneak up on it slowly and hope the fox would stay distracted on the other end of the bay. For the viewers, the fun was imagining what they might do if they came across the cute and slim hyena at that moment...

||||| Libra chose to sneak back towards the exit and let the panicked repair crew distract the Pred.

||||| Libra rolled a 7.

The hyena stealthily moved from his cover and towards the exit corridor, unaware of the many messages urging him to "Fight the fox! It's more fun that way!" scrolling up the chat bar accompanying the broadcast. He tried to keep low and out of the way of the panicked crew members running to and fro, their exertions amplified as they realized something more than a simple naked hyena was in the way of their work, though by the time Alex got halfway to the corridor, while hiding behind some large red barrels, he realized he could no longer hear the crashing and shouting of the crew over the sound of the klaxons any more. His slow and careful pace got the chat scrolling faster as many of the watchers, Preds likely, encouraged the player to "Don't be selfish! Feed him! Goo needs to eat too!" In fact, several such messages began scrolling across large status displays arranged throughout the fighter repair bay, scrolling message after message exhorting him to get stuck in. The hyena perked his ears and glanced over the top of the barrels at the commotion on the other end of the bay...

|||| Libra rolled a 2.

Alex couldn't even scream before a gush of sparkling red fox-arm smacked across his face, filling his muzzle and forming around his head, plastering his ears to his skull as the tight, red, ruby glowing goo surrounded his face, outlining his skull and quickly going lower. The fox grinned, his right arm distended and stretched as it reached out, slowly encasing the hyena's entire body in the thick, warm red substance. The hyena wriggled, but by the time his arms were pinned, he couldn't move at all except for the tips of his toes. The broadcast chat filled with Prey comments encouraging the 'yena to keep fighting.

The sticky goo receded from Alex's head, allowing him to get a desperate gasp of air in as the fox raised his arm, lifting the squirming hyena several feet off the ground with ease. The hyena stared, Alex's muzzle dropping, as he watched the fox's darker red maleness stretching upwards, growing larger, thicker, fuller with anticipation of the coming meal. The fox licked his lips, tongue sometimes merging with and then reappearing from the formed goo making up his face and muzzle.

(Chat: "This is too easy. Fight back a little!" "Haha, this was a good run." "Way better production values than anything else on the market!")

Alex huffed, gasping, as he felt the tendrils of goo wrap around his belly and squeeze, pushing in, circling his sheath and balls, before sliding between his rump cheeks. The mechanic working at the bench next door glanced up and shook his head with disgust as the hyena's moan turned into a full-blown cry of ecstasy as the tendrils invaded his insides, stretching and filling his rump while clenching and rubbing against his balls and sheath, even diving inside the fleshy tube to rub and torment the half-hard swell inside.

"Target acquired," the fox said, his voice low and scratchy. "Initiating pleasure..."

Alex's body wriggled, hips bucking, as the powerful predator's goo squeezed and teased, forming various bulges of different thicknesses to explore deep under his tail, tasting his future meal from the inside out. The fox's dripping figure moved closer, arm pulling back, reforming into a more realistic shape as the hyena's cock throbbed, fully aroused and cased in the intensely warm liquid goo making his head toss and turn with eager growls.

The Goofox grinned, eyes narrowing. They didn't have to narrow, and he didn't have to grin, but he'd been told it made the experience more enjoyable for his prey. A long, slick tongue slid across Alex's face, leaving a trail of red next to the hyena's stretched-open lips, a wordless cry stifling in his throat as the tendrils bulged visibly inside his belly. A few shots of hyenacream soaked into the red ruby rubber as the cameras zoomed in, focusing on the moment.

Alex's eyes lidded over. His body almost went limp before he caught himself. His toes trembled as he felt the most intense pleasure, but as the Goofox laid him out on the workbench, hips coming closer, jaws stretching open, the hyena shuddered. There was just one chance...

||||| LAST CHANCE: Libra rolled a 17.

The hyena stretched his head out, extending his muzzle and opening his teeth around a tool laying nearby on the workbench. He could feel the fox's lips slip around his toes and shuddered at the sensation of the sparkling red ruby goo squeezing in between each of his claws, massaging in until every particle of his fur was soaked in the Goofox's juice. Alex closed his eyes, neck straining, body twitching, and nipped his teeth around the handle of the tool. If he could shock the Goofox, maybe, just maybe, he'd have a shot at escaping.

"The fuck you doing, give me that!" the mechanic at the workbench growled. The burly badger snarled and dragged the tool out of Alex's muzzle, ignoring his pleading expression as a hungry grumble enveloped the hyena's legs. The tendrils pulsing in and out of the hyena's stretched rump simply merged with the "flesh" or whatever the fox was made of as the large muzzle stretched higher and higher up the skinny meal's desperately wiggling hips.

(Chat: "Oh, that was a cute try." "Less a Predator, more like a carnivorous Klyntar." "Regrettably, it wasn't a shocking tool, but a common monkey wrench. Appropriate." "Ha ha! Good try, prey!")

Alex tried to pull his arms free, to scrabble away as he felt the pulsing, warm red goo drip and cling and stick to his lower body, pulling him deeper and deeper into the makeshift fox's steady distending throat and belly. The hyena's eyes widened as he looked down, able to see his own feet wiggling and kicking through the semi translucent goo of the strange Predator's body.

The width of the goo shoving down his sheath and cock, as well as up his tight rump, thickened and hardened. The Goofox's body turned opaque as the fox's head tipped back, pulling the hyena off the workbench and holding him straight up in the air. The powerful vulpine leaned back as gravity did the job of pulling the wriggling, moaning, clenching and gasping hyenaboy deeper and deeper past his plump lips and false, gooey teeth. The Goofox's hips pushed outwards, his enormous dark red cock and knot on full display as he stroked himself.

Tendrils of goo rolled and climbed up around the hyena's chest, circling his nipples, teasing his armpits, stroking his neck, as the vertically-held snack descended even lower, steadily filling out the Goofox's growing red stomach. The more of the hyena the melty male ate, the more firm and spongy his body became, until the pressure of his insides rippled and stroked across every bit of Alex from the inside to the out, making sure the tasty morseful enjoyed his one-way journey to the Goofox's processing facilities.

Strands of goo squirted from the hyena's nostrils as he tipped his head back, feeling the Goofox's gums squeeze around the back of his head, swallowing his ears. His vision turned red as a huge tongue, far too large for the vulpine's muzzle at a normal size, wrapped around his face and dragged him to his final destination. The bulge in the Goofox's belly distended, stretching and moving around the shifting arms and legs of the Prey inside.

Appearing on an overlay, some numbers appeared:

PREY 001: ALEXANDER LORECRAFT ESCAPED: NO TIME ELAPSED: 22 minutes, 36 seconds ** DIGESTION EST.: 6 hours, 12 minutes, 30 seconds**

The second row of time - digestion - ticked down at a constant speed until the very full Goofox grunted and leaned forward, his massive arousal flexing in his fingers, spraying a steady stream of clear pre-cum that rapidly turned white as his enormous testicles drew up tight. His form, much more solid and rigid than previously, hardened even further, until the outline of the hyena's open muzzle and hard cock, tight rump and wiggling toes, all of it showed in outline against the fox's belly. The big male grunted, moaning as he came, firing load after load of seed across the repair bay's metal decking. His belly hardened, showing signs of muscle in the goo, and the wiggling, desperate motions inside turned smoother. The Goofox grinned, licked his lips, and stood up, patting his belly as the hyena inside was forced to curl up nice and tight and small. The occasional muffled moan escaped despite all the thick red fluids rapidly shoving through the hyena's body, filling his throat, belly, chest, and even working on his brain, all the way sending the most pleasant of sensations through his wriggling hips.

DIGESTION EST.: 4 hours, 43 minutes, 1 second

The face of Joseki the buffalion popped up in the corner of the screen as the broadcast showed the Goofox from behind, his fat belly swinging side to side.

"Wow! Looks like little old Alex wasn't too quick on his paws!" the hybrid grinned, showing a mouthful of sharp white teeth as he smiled. "Well, that's no problem - there's always more delicious Prey where he came from! We'll meet our next contestant and Predator when we return from these commercial messages!"

The camera shifted to show the Goofox inside a small room - one of the crew rooms Alex passed by earlier. The fox was on the bed, slowing stroking and rubbing his massive cock as his large belly shifted and churned. A blissfully happy expression formed on the melty fox's face as he lost a little of the rigidity, allowing the frantic and muffled moans to sometimes be audible on the microphones. Over top of this image, along the bottom of the screen, the words "CHOMPED WILL BE RIGHT BACK!" as well as a poll regarding the second round appeared.

ROUND 2: Viggo Gabrielson vs Sloane Thomas

Three pictures appeared along with the vote choice.

The first showed a muscular, tall otter with a long torso and short, stubby legs. He had a huge cock, a real zinger that stretched a good foot and a half up the width of his abdominals.

The second was a dragon, a blue-scaled male with narrow shoulders and a massive, huge, oversized rump. It had to be a large ass to accommodate the enormous tail sticking up out of it. The dragon was smooth all over, and his scales so fine and small that his flesh dimpled easily whenever he shyly grabbed at his biceps or squeezed his thighs together.

The third image was a wolf, a red male with black paws. He looked almost vulpine thanks to his slim, slender figure, and at first glance it might have been easy to assume he was a female. He wore plenty of makeup, though was as naked as the rest despite his batting eyelashes. It was clear that of the three, this Prey probably wouldn't put up much of a fight...

Joseki appeared on screen again, strolling in from the side, visible on the screen from head to toe. He pointed his fingers down at the corner of the screen where the countdown to the next round ticked away. The feline's enormous sac wriggled, still jiggling and moving with the otter who'd barely managed to get a word out before Joseki decided to give him a promotion to full-time hosting. (Chat: "Oh wow, that otter is still around! Hey, ballfat!") The half-buffalo, half-lion grinned and leaned over, swinging his broad hips as he splayed his fingers across the golden fur of his massive nuts. A ring of dark brown curly hair wrapped the base of his fat, upright sheath above and formed a bit of treasure trail over the lion's smooth and muscular belly.

The lion kept swinging his hips, dancing and shifting, showing off his plump tush or flexing his narrow arms - he had a little definition, but the twinky hybrid wasn't exactly a candidate for any strength competitions. The jostling and sloshing of the show's host's enormous and bloated nuts continued, added into the sound mix along with some generic background techno music. On the screen behind the lion, the three potential Prey wandered the Feeding Pens, completely unaware they were being tracked and filmed.

As the countdown timer neared zero, vote tallies appeared below each of the three potential Prey, slowly climbing upwards and throwing a shade across their moving images. The viewers competed with their votes, splitting them narrowly between the muscular, tall otter and the fat-rumped dragonboy, while the skinny feminine wolf's popularity hovered lower, meaning that particular meal got a reprieve for the day.

When the timer hit zero, the final votes finalized and the screen featuring the blue-scaled, squishy dragon filled to fit the whole broadcast frame. It just so happened the thick-hipped male was leaning over to talk to a short mouse in the Feeding Pens when the camera zoomed in on the base of his enormously thick, supple-scaled blue tail and the lighter shade of the scales along the underside and between this squeezing thighs.

The flesh rippled and jiggled as the dragon jumped at the sound of the Feeding Pen doors slamming open. The two burly Dobergirls barged in, snarling and snapping, treading right through piles of random Prey on their way to the targets. Daisy ended up with her paws clutching at the napes of the wolf and otter who lost the vote, while Dina gripped the big-hipped dragon boy by his rump, pulling him up against her belly as her large hands sunk into his smooth, round blue rump up to her wrists, drawing a surprised look across the Doberman's normally stern and barking muzzle. She grinned, lips stretching open to show her ferocious white fangs as her fingers kneaded the dragon's bottom, making him grunt and wiggle against her needily, curling his lean upper torso across her generous tan-furred cleavage.

The Dobergirls dragged the three Prey to the front doors, which they kicked open before dumping all three Prey in front of Joseki's swollen, churning nuts, which were now much smoother around and shifting quite a lot less. A steady flow of potent, musky pre-cum rolled from his sheath. And were the buffalion's thighs just a little thicker around? Were his balls just a little heavier?

The three Prey whimpered at the scent as Joseki grinned down at them, legs spread to accommodate his enormous sac.

"Well, I've got good news for one of you," he said, nodding at Daisy, who grabbed the dragon by the shoulders and hoisted him back onto his feet in front of the buffalion. "Viggo Gabrielson, welcome to Chomped! Enjoy your three minute head start, preyslut!"

Like the first contestant, the huge doors to the dark hallway opened. The buffalion's hoof sent the plump-rumped male flying and sliding across the floor before the huge doors closed behind them. The ineffective and careless nature of how the predatory hybrid introduced contestants was a stark contrast to his attitude towards the Preds. The twinky buffalion grinned into the camera, framed from the shoulders up. Behind him, the Doberguards had their paws on the two losing Prey. Dina and Daisy licked their chops, growling audibly as the otter and wolf shrunk from the Prey Wrangler's hungry noises.

"Well, that was a close vote!" Joseki said, purring and closing his eyes happily. "I can't wait to see how Viggo does, because we've got one hell of a Pred to send his way. Please welcome to Chomped... the frontman of The Scythed, it's none other than Sloane... Thomas!"

A tall and dark purple salamander stepped into frame next to the buffalion. Behind them, Daisy's jaws distended around the struggling kicking form of the slender, feminine wolf, while the muscular otter's face held a look of shock and lust as he watched his legs disappear up to the knees inside the Doberman's thick red shaft, outlined all the down to the massive red knot at the base, too thick for even the muscular otter's toes to show through. Ignoring the lewd meals behind him, Joseki turned towards the salamander and smiled.

"So, Sloane... any strategies you'll use today to get the edge on your Prey?"

"Well, my fine friend, I decided to play this a bit differently than some others. While they'll be actively on the hunt, I'll be doing what I always do. The audience will get to hear my band perform, and I'll be feeding - pun intended - messages to my opponent through the lyrics. If I see them in the audience - they're mine. The only way out is on stage with me, so they'll get to meet me one way or another," the salamander said. "Oops, hope I didn't give too much away!"

Long, fiery orange hair draped down the sides of his head, past his shoulders. Multiple piercings showed through his nose, his smooth ears, and the ridges of his brows. Though Predators, like Prey, weren't allowed to wear clothing, it seemed Sloane found a loophole with the assortment of punk rock belts, studded straps, and black bracelets running down his arms and legs. A large collar wrapped around his neck, but it was there for show alone - there was no D-ring or loop to which a lead could be attached. Nobody controlled the punk rock salamander.

"Interesting... I wonder if that fat-assed little cockmeal is going to be quicker than he looks," Joseki said, stroking his chin with his fingers. "Anyways, as I'm sure all of our viewers are aware, Sloan is the frontman of The Scythes, who just recently released a brand new album! What was your mood when you recorded your latest record, Sloane?"

In the corner, a countdown timer that started at 3:00 reached the halfway mark.

"It's been amazing. I never thought so many people would care what I have to say. Has helped me with my figure, too. Lots of people want in-person interviews," the salamander said, patting the fat length of smooth and shiny maleness draping down his thighs, "and are more than willing to sign the waiver. Heh."

"I believe our show is represented by the same lawyers as your band. Anyways, that's great! Sloane's new album is available everywhere now! And I think I speak for everyone when I say thanks for taking time out of your busy touring schedule to be here," Joseki said.

"It's not just me - the whole band came along to cheer me on and play one of our new singles off the record during the hunt!"

Inside Sloane's customized lair, Viggo wasn't sure where to go or what to do. The plump-rumped dragonboy jumped every time he turned a corner and ran into a wall of white skulls or flaming torches. Posters of punk rock bands covered every surface of the short, narrow hallway, which seemingly stretched on and on, occasionally taking sharp 90-degree turns one way or another. Viggo tread carefully, unsure how long had passed since the buffalion's hoof booted him inside. He shivered and slid his fingers across his plump thighs, unable to stop thinking about what he'd seen through the closing doors: the Doberman's jaws stretching open, the other's thick arousal stretching over the otter's legs...

Viggo shuddered. His dark blue cock pressed outwards, already hard and dripping as he stepped forward, trembling with arousal and lust despite his fear and the constant shocks of macabre red and gory white posters. From far away, the dragon thought he could hear the sound of a roaring crowd and even louder drums, then the blare of a raucous and buzzy electric guitar. It grew louder as he took step after step closer, shrinking away from every shadow as his hugely thick tail draped across the floor behind him...

The three minute interview ended and Joseki grinned as he watched Sloane hustle off through the hidden entrances to his lair. Every lair was unique and this one was a doozy. The buffalion's lips curled over his fangs as his belly rumbled almost as loud as his nuts. He had a feeling Sloane liked to play with his food... maybe there'd be time for a snack from the Feeding Pens now that Daisy and Dina were both otherwise occupied with the two losing Prey from the viewer poll...

(Chat: "Looks like the employees of the show get great benefits!" "Does the show have size limits for Preds?" "This show is making me hungry...")

Sloane licked his lips. The lights of the backstage area he walked through looked just like the one at the theater he played nights ago - however SynTech built their sets, they did a good job. It looked like the real thing, and as he realized there were close to a thousand people in the crowded audience, it was going to feel like the real thing. This wasn't just playing a song and waving to the camera, the salamander realized as he stepped up to the microphone and the bassist tuned up. This was going to be a rockin' show. He grinned, eyes flashing across the audience. With so many people, they must have really wanted to challenge him.

The drummer settled in, smashed out the opening rhythm, and the Scythes launched into a bruising and noisy version of the most popular song off their newest record, blasting a few fans in the front back with the power of the speakers before the crowd surged forward, screaming and yelling, arms up, muzzles wide, showing their teeth to the singer as he screamed into the microphone, almost forgetting for a moment he was supposed to be hunting a certain fat-rumped blue dragonboy.

The singer grinned, breathing hard, his purple chest rising and falling as the spotlights whipped across his strapped-up arms and legs. His fat arousal bounced against his thighs, half-hard at the moment, while his long tail whipped behind him, the tip occasionally flexing side to side with the panicked drumming and the enthusiastic guitars. Sloane considered his options. He could keep playing the usual songs from the stage and scan the crowd for the dragon or he could sing lyrics that amp up the crowd to draw the dragon out of hiding.

(Chat: "Dinner AND a show!")

|||| Sloane plays a song written just for the hunt, with lyrics intentionally designed to pull the Prey out of hiding.

||||| Sloane rolled a 6.

The band transitioned into its next song as Sloane crossed the stage back and forth. The salamander's purple skin glistened under the lights as his bandmates, all of them decked out in skulls, chains, fake blood, and tight clothes, slammed along on their instruments.

"Baby, you know that I wantcha!" he crooned above the raucous drumming. "Ya had three minutes ticking down but you're too late, and now I'm gonna huntcha!"

The athletic and acrobatic salamander's hips swished, swinging his tail as he leaned over, mooning the screaming crowd and momentarily disrupting the mosh pit forming at the base of the stage as the singer's fans got a good close-up at his impressive set of balls, tight tail hole, and, to whoops and hollers from the crowd, the glistening lips of a plump feminine sex between. Sloane grinned and winked at a cute otter leaping halfway onto the stage and turned around, before snarling and slamming his large bare foot flat against the otter's face before shoving him back into the growling and lurching mosh pit behind.

"SloaneIloveyoupleaseeatmeeeeee!" the fan screeched, clearly not getting the message.

"Get off! Only one person has a date with me tonight. Sorry, cutie!"

The salamander's ego grew as much as his fat arousal as he swung his hips again, thrusting in air, swinging his meat across his hard belly, smooth skin slapping against his dark purple hide.

||||| Sloane rolled a 5.

And there he was. Sloane's teeth showed, all of them, as the wide-muzzled salamander's eyes found their target. The blue scaled male's eyes widened as he felt the heat of the singer's gaze from across the concert venue. The dragon was in the back, behind the crowds, peering around and listening to the dirty, suggestive lyrics about what the salamander promised to do to the dragon before "I pop my prey 'til they pray away" ringing in the panting male's ears. Sloane licked his lips, eyes glued to the squishy blue hide as he kept singing, too classy a showman to ever stop midway through a song just to chase his Prey. No, his Prey would be coming to him soon enough.

The dragon was ridiculously easy to track through the crowd. No matter what the fat-rumped male tried, either someone stepped on his tail or bumped his huge rear end, knocking him into more people, and starting a chain reaction of ongoing mosh pits until the whole crowd was punching, shoving, leaping, and screaming along to the rising crescendo of the music, heaving the fat-rumped dragon ever closer to the front of the stage.

"You wanna win, you wanna be free," the salamander roared, "Just one problem, sweet boy - you gotta go through me!"

A slim and slender rabbit with jet black fur landed on the stage on his belly. He got up, raised his paws high into the air past his upright black ears, and bent his knees, ready to jump back off and into the surging crowd filling the heaving mosh pit, but before he could huge talons grasped him from behind, digging into the sides of his black and white t-shirt with the band's logo and tour dates on it. The rabbit yelped and squirmed as he was hoisted off his feet, spun around, and shoved down onto the stage, kneeling in front of the bass player, fan-favorite bad boy Valkyr. The drake smirked, still hitting the notes open-fretted while his claws wrapped around the back of the rabbit's head and pumped his muzzle over the large maleness protruding from his ripped, torn-up blue jeans. The rabbit's cheeks bulged almost as much as his eyes as he tasted the bassist's musky meat flexing over his tongue. Sloane sauntered over, still crooning, pointing and leaping as the drake leisurely skull-fucked the rabbit's muzzle and throat with his thickness, easily driving his length to the hilt down the squirming, masturbating rabbit's body. The bunny's ears draped over his head and shoulders as his thin chest heaved, stretching forward so he could get the right angle for the drake's casual thrusts. Valkyr's muscles flexed as he grinned at the lead singer, who returned to the center of the stage while the bassist's hips squelched forward into the smaller male's bulging throat, giving the audience near the stage and the broadcast viewers at home a great view from the side of his tool spearing the black rabbit's face again and again, until thick drizzles of slopped white seed poured from the corners of his stretched lips and his flaring nostrils. The small male's fingers and claws scraped over the drake's scaled, blue-gray thighs, clutching and pushing and pulling as the drake's hand moved his head for him.

The blue dragon watched it all, shivering and trembling, more aroused than ever as the crowds amped up their enthusiasm for the musician and his driving, rumbling punk set. Lights flashed and flares set off as the song kept going, the lyrics getting all the dirtier as the singer kept an eye on the not-so-subtle blue dragon. Viggo thought he was being sneaky, hiding and darting, moving quickly and during the noisiest parts, but he didn't fool the lead singer of the band for a second.

||||| Sloane decides it's time to amp up the pressure. He dives into the crowd and surfs his way to the dragon OR the power of his lyrics and his aroused body are too much for Viggo, who can't escape without going onto the stage regardless, so the salamander keeps playing it up for the crowd of fans instead.

|||| Sloane keeps the show going. He doesn't want to risk giving the fat-rumped cockmeat any opportunity to escape by leaving the stage, the one place the dragon has to go to get to the exit behind.

|||| Sloane rolled a 15

Sloane growled into the microphone and strutted around the stage, smacking his rump and kicking his legs, giving the screaming fans the show they deserved. His Prey would be on stage one way or another. The salamander had a knack for sniffing out talent, and boy, was the blue dragon ever talented. The dark purple skin stretched and flexed across his lean muscles and long legs as his arousal swayed, dripping by now, still hard at the thought of getting his paws digging deep into the squishy blue scales of the meaty little dragonboy...

The salamander's hips slid up against the hips of the drake playing bass. By now, the muscular, bulgy dragon's cock had melded with the rabbit's muzzle, forming a tight and irreversible seal. The rabbit's throat bulged, eyes closed as his fur fell out from around his head. His ears flattened to his skull and merged, leaving his upper body smoothing out into the fat base of the bass player's bat. Sloane sang to the black rabbit, grinning as he used his toes to tease the half-converted cockflesh's still exposed, dripping hard shaft until the rabbit's tail wiggled furiously and his body shook. The bassline dropped momentarily and Valkyr grunted at Sloane, glaring as the rapid transformation of the cute former fan into thick dragonmeat continued even more quickly.

Sloane belted the next line into his microphone, looked up into the crowd, and realized he'd lost track of his Prey. The excitement of the show, the blood pounding in his head, the noise, the fire, the skulls, the flames, it always did this to him. His eyes widened as he looked around, trying to figure out where the fat-rumped dragonboy got off to, but all he could see were the hundreds and hundreds (minus one) of fans clamoring for more from the hard-rocking punk band.

||||| Sloane needs to catch the dragon before he slips away. The salamander... stops playing with the band and hunts the dragon directly in the crowd OR turns up the volume even louder, driving the crowd into a frenzy that's sure to reveal the dragon's location.

||||| Sloane decides to keep the show going. He's too much of a professional to quit!

|||| Sloan rolled a 3.

The first energized strums of the guitar and the thumping bass matched the increase in energy from the salamander as he leaped the stage, dashing side to side, kicking, punching, screaming raw, until the 999 people in the crowd lurched and frothed, driving themselves and the band wild with the pumping and thumping punk rock screamer turning into something even louder, noisier, and crazier.

If you weren't into it, the crowd was a bad place to be. The raucous fans grabbed the naked blue dragon and Viggo found himself hoisted into the air by dozens of squeezing and clenching hands. They grabbed at him everywhere as he surfed along the top of the crowd, along with half a dozen other fans who, unlike the dragon, enjoyed their trip up to the stage to get a closer look at their idols.

Viggo's muzzle dropped when he saw the drake behind the acrobatic salamander hunting him. The drake's swollen pecs and abs looked incredible under the lights, and his cock... his cock was... Viggo licked his lips, eyes growing even wider as the paws and claws groping at his back, hips, and thighs found his arousal waiting for attention as well. The last bits of black-furred rabbit slowly turned, losing fur and smoothing out, forming the wide, spurting tip of a massive member that draped almost to the drake's ankles, matched by a powerfully large set of nuts. Of the rabbit, there was no sign. From the way the drake bit his lower lip and grinned at the fans screaming for him from the front row, he was already planning on what to do with his fresh-churned load of rabbit-cream.

Viggo tried to claw his way back, away from the stage, from the taut, fit salamander's toothy grin and thick maleness. There was nothing he could do, however, besides shudder and moan as more hands groped at his squishy, soft body, digging into his thighs, hips, groping at his hard arousal, pulling on his balls. Fingers stuck inside his muzzle, between his plump lips, and he lurched upwards as more fingers belonging to at least three different people in the crowd worked under his tail in passing, leaving him gasping and wriggling. The pale blue dragon barely noticed how close he was to the stage until the crowd helpfully dumped him onto his belly, rump in the air and tail flipped over his head, leaving him fully exposed in front of the purple salamander.

"Great job, my rowdy toys. This is why we've got the best fans in the world!" the salamander shouted into the microphone as he grinned down at his Prey. "Now, what do you say to a grand finale our guest of honor will never forget?" The dragon's panicked eyes shifted from the singer's carnivorous grin to the full, fat staff throbbing between his legs. The fat-hipped male was barely controlled his arousal as a steady trickle of pre-cum rolled down the insides of his plump, wide thighs, stretching the smooth and soft scales coating his naturally curvy body.

Without breaking pace with the song, Sloane jumped on his prey, locking his knees around the big-hipped dragon's thighs and squeezing as the broad, flat bottom of the smaller male's tail pressed into his chest and belly. The singer's voice cracked a little when he felt just how plush and squeezable Viggo's rump cheeks were, and it wasn't long before the singer hot-dogged the groaning dragon with both hands after popping the microphone back into a stand. The salamander's impressively sized arousal spread the dragon's cheeks apart as it slid between them and then up the underside of his flipped-over tail, occasionally spurting goo across the slender shoulders of the blue-scaled Prey.

There was only so much teasing either could handle at this point. Viggo didn't try to fight it as the salamander's impressive stalk pressed against his tail hole, and as the crowd cheered on, he sunk in, driving himself to the hilt of the shocked dragon's belly. The plump stomach bulged outwards as Sloane leaned backwards, chest out, head back, screaming the next line as his thickness disappeared into the quivering blue dragon beneath him. Members of the crowd grabbed the dragon's wrists, pulling him down flat and forward, making sure he couldn't wriggle away as the frontman knelt around his Prey, knees to either side of those plump thighs.

Viggo's cries were lost in the boom of the drums, the roar of the guitars, and the salamander's own strong, powerful voice blasting from the speakers. His thick, smooth stalk dragged outwards, then shoved back in, driving the breath from the squirming male beneath him. Using his hands, the salamander dug in, groping and pushing, slapping and spanking, groaning and stroking until he was pumping hard, fast, irregularly.

The feeling that came over Viggo then wasn't one of orgasmic lust, but another kind that still sent shocks of pleasure up his spine. The dragon grunted, aching as he felt his whole body tugged back and shoved forward. Instead of the salamander's thickness wetly sliding out, it was stuck, somehow attached to him on the inside.

(Chat: "Looks like the Preds are 2 for 2 so far!"

(1 Reply: "Just as it should be.")

Remembering the view of the black rabbit and bass guitar player from earlier, Viggo's muzzle opened. He moaned, long and hard, before trickle of musky seed ran over his lower lip. Sloane grunted, moaning, stroking and thrusting, aching sac smacking down against the dragonboy's plump and plush rear end. The connection deepened as the salamander's body absorbed the flexing, moaning dragon from the inside out. The blue scales quivered as his legs shorted, dragged inwards, towards the inflating, swelling nuts of the screaming, singing salamander. The dragon's wrists pulled free of the crowd at the edge of the stage as he felt his upper body flex - not of his own accord, but from the growing thickness converting him to cockflesh from the inside out.

He bucked, gurgling, the last of his ability to make noise fading as a steady stream of thick, clear pre-cum pumped over his smooth lips. Viggo's legs were gone by now, the first to go, absorbed and stored in the salamander's bloated, churning sac. The fine blue scales along the dragon's backside deepened in color as the bulge of a urethral shaft flexed outwards from his throat down to his belly. His cheeks began to bloat out, muzzle obscured as the pulsing waves of drooling pre-cum increased in intensity, soon splattering and spraying his own excess essence across the screaming and eager members of the audience at the edge of the stage.

The changes continued, consuming the fat-hipped dragon as the singer's body leaned forward, grinding his massive newly enlarged shaft along the floor of the stage, sending jets of thick white seed across the audience by the time his thick foreskin pulsed over the dragon's eyes, molding every remaining part of him into the fat veins and warm skin thrusting through his fingers. Like a cannon firing off, the last few patches of blue scales disappeared as the lead singer came, rocketing a blast that reached nearly to the back of the crowd, a huge arc that splattered dozens of people in sticky, hot salamander-punk jizz. The timer in the lower part of the screen stopped as Sloane held the last note of his song for as long as he came, each pulse sending a shrill tremolo through the note.

PREY 002: VIGGO GABRIELSON ESCAPED: NO TIME ELAPSED: 14 MINUTES 25 SECONDS ** CUM LOAD SIZE (EST): 40 GALLONS**

The huge, fat length of former dragon slopped forward, drenching the first few rows of people in front of the stage as the salamander's knees shoved into the massive balls, dimpling and stretching the smooth skin. The song's final note faded and the crowd roared its approval as the salamander got back to his feet and grinned, waving his arms.

"Thank you! We are the Scythes! You've been wonderful!"

Joseki appeared on screen again, walking in from the side as the noise of the concert faded. While the background showed the successful Pred hoisting his bandmate's cock up to compare sizes before the bassist grinned and made a hand gesture that was blurred out. Sloane gave a good natured toothy grin and spun around, bending over an amp for the drake and pulling his lower lips apart, deciding that the best encore to give their frenzied fans was the sight of the well-hung drake taking his frontman for a ride right on stage. The buffalion's own sac was now fully smooth and round, and slightly smaller than before. His abs showed a little better through his thick belly fur and dark brown, curly-haired treasure trail, while his front fangs now protruded just slightly over his lower lip, adding to the buffalion's inherently cute expression as he purred.

"Well, well!" he said. "A fantastic score set by a well-known rocker. Looks like Sloane really punked that dragon! Too bad nobody else gets a shot at that thick rump, am I right?"

The buffalion's hips swung as he purred again, while the scene behind him slowly faded to black, then brought up the images of various potential Prey.

"A fantastic round, and I hope you all go buy the Scythes' latest album after a performance like that. Kudos to the bass player, too, by the way," Joseki added. "We'll be right back with the third round of Chomped! Will anyone be able to escape our hungry Preds tonight?"

The buffalion grinned and leaned back, off to one side of the broadcast, while three potential new prey appeared in three separate boxes, showing them moving around in the Feeding Pens, unaware of the cameras showing their every move. As Joseki's fingers teased over his plump, thick sheath, which was thick around as a coffee can at this point, he soon encouraged a full and flared dark black, shiny shaft to spill out. He masturbated on the side of the screen, tufted tail whipping side to side beneath his fat balls spreading between his open thighs. In the corner of the screen, the countdown to the third round started, and the updated high scores list - featuring the only two contestants so far - showed in the stream stats below the broadcast.

RANK.... NAME.... TIME.... PRED.... METHOD High scores better for Prey; low scores for Preds

1... Alex "Lolcraft" Lorecraft... 22:36... Goofox... Oral gooification

2... Viggo Gabrielson... 14:25... Sloane Thomas... CTF absorption

ROUND 3: Juste Sartini, Agnes Tierney, and Swapnil Tosy vs Professor Morgan

Joseki groaned and squirmed in the lower left corner of the broadcast, overlaid on top of the three vertical rectangles showing the potential Prey for the third round of the episode. The images cycled, showing various different Prey milling about in the Feeding Pens, often zooming in close enough to read the numbers on the yellow tags attached to the ears of the walking food and ballfat.

Eventually, the view in the three boxes narrowed and the whole view zoomed in just as Joseki squirted, shooting thick ropes of white cum across the screen and out of frame, one after another as his eager, panting moans filled the audio feed.

"Our.. ooooh... next competitor... is... nnnnffff... ooh, fuck... coming right up!"

The three rotating boxes stilled, each stopping and showing one potential Prey through each rectangle.

In the first was a fluffy, pink-furred squirrel. She was slim, but her large breasts swayed, covered in a slightly paler shade of fur than the rest of her. An enormous and fluffy tail flicked in an S-shape behind her as she chatted with a few other Prey in the Pens. Between her thighs, a plump sheath about as big as her fist rested above two baseball-sized nuts.

In the second panel, a brown and white buck leaned into a pile of cuddling Prey, a dopey expression on his slender muzzle as he scratched the shoulders of a white-furred mink stretching across his lap. He was slim in the shoulders and wider on the bottom - his pale tush spread across the floor as the weight of the other Prey pushed him down.

The third panel featured the largest of the three: a muscular, toned brown-furred ferret with sleepy eyes. His face was cute, almost impossibly so considering the bulk of his chest and shoulders. Muscular biceps and toned thighs matched the full, heavy package draping over his thighs. It was hard to believe the strapping, muscular ferret wasn't a Pred, but there he was in the Feeding Pens happily chatting with the other Prey to pass the time, occasionally scratching at the tag pinned to his ear.

After a few minutes, a very pleased-with-himself-looking buffalion strolled back onto screen, thick cock half-hard and waving side to side, still flinging musky drops of churned-up co-host around the studio floor.

"Welcome back to Chomped!" he said, standing to one side of the screen. The twinky hybrid looked fitter, stronger, and even a little bit taller. His heavy balls were bigger than they were originally as well, packed with fresh new fat and flesh to really up his productivity. Licking his chops, the buffalion continued. "We've seen two great Preds take down two cute Prey... will our fierce competitors go zero for three? Will anyone take home any of our-" The lion stopped to cough, though it was clear he was hiding a grin. "-excuse me, any of our fabulous prizes? Time to find out!"

He turned towards the double doors serving as the exit of the Feeding Pens and snapped his fingers.

"Dina! Daisy! Sic 'em!"

The audience vote totals finalized and one image filled the screen, the fizzed and scratched abruptly before the vote totals leveled out and all three screens remained, showing the squirrel, the buck, and the muscular ferret.

The two Dobergirls paused in the hallway on the other side of the Feeding Pens, then shrugged and burst down the doors. The cameras showed the usual scatter as the growling, snapping Prey Wranglers herded their targets together. Daisy's belly was much rounder now, far less swollen than before, while Dina's huge sac hung only to her knees now, and the massive ovals showed no signs of movement.

Daisy snagged the pink squirrel first. She was easy to pick out. The prey wiggled in her grasp, gasping as the Doberguard's massive tits squeezed against her face. Dina got the buck next despite his attempt to scrabble away. She passed him off to Dina before going after the ferret.

The circle of Prey gathered to watch as the muscular Doberman's shoulders and arms flexed, body tensing as she wrestled with the ferret, who was apparently having second thoughts. The Doberman's massive sac eventually smooshed into the top of his head as she pinned him, threw him over her shoulder, and bounced him off towards the doors, making sure his head smacked down against the firm, bouncy glutes jutting out from her strong backside.

"There we go... those two always get their Prey in the end!" Joseki said, purring as the three potential meals landed in heaps in front of him. The confident hybrid glanced at his screen, then swished his fingers through the air, double checking the results. "Well, well, well... in the very first episode of the show, we're setting some records!"

The doors opened behind the buffalion, revealing the dark hallway that would take the Prey to the lair. Joseki walked around the three until he was behind them. He nodded at the two Dobergirls, who assisted the buffalion with the traditional boot to the backside, sending all three Prey flying into the hallway with a variety of thumps and grunts before the doors slammed closed behind them.

"A tie, viewers! What are the odds! A three-way tie has sent all of our lucky Prey straight into the lair of our next Pred, Professor Morgan!"

(Chat: "Oh wow, they're all getting sent in! Lucky Pred!")

There was no easy way of describing Professor Morgan's height. It varied slightly all the time, sometimes over eight feet, sometimes lower than six. The weave of her upper torso through the air did wonders for her chest, which bounced and jiggled as the taut, pale blue scales lining her enormous mammaries stretched to accommodate her jostling motions. Darker blue scales rippled across the cobra's sides and hood, which was slightly lighter on the inside than out. Runn over the ridge of her hood, along the edges, a glinting band of smooth gold reflected the light. The gold band ran unbroken down her sides and over her lower half, which, snake-like, trailed off many dozens of feet behind her to a smooth tip, where the gold bands met up, forming an unbroken circuit entirely around the archaeologist.

Her smooth motions stabilized, as did her height, as she drew up next to the grinning, fat-balled buffalion and flicked her out her tongue at him.

"Thanks for inviting me to the show!" she said, her sultry and soft voice sounding calm and steady. It was soothing to listen to and Joseki perked his ears to listen close. "I'm really happy to be here and I hope that !"

The timer in the lower right-hand corner of the screen ticked down from 3:00 as the buffalion chatted with the archaeologist, introducing the well-stacked cobra to the viewers. The camera panned back, pulling out to show the twin black-skinned malenesses drooping from a scaled slit in the cobra's lower torso, where her snakelike lower half merged with her anthropomorphic upper. Her hood twitched as her twins did, showing the thickness of the half-hard stalks and the smooth, deep horizontal ridges stretching side to side across the bulging urethra, sure to add extra sensation to any rump fortunate enough to get one - or both - pumped in deep. With three Prey in the cobra's custom lair, Joseki had to ask: would she try to eat all three?

"Dear I am a big gal ," the blue-scaled snake said, idly stroking a finger across one of her rotund breasts. " I try not to leave food on the table."

"In that case, good luck and good hunting! The Prey's time is up!"

Professor Morgan's eyes narrowed, jaw sliding side to side with anticipation as she slithered around the side of the studio, heading for the one of the many Pred-only entrances to her lair. If she'd done her planning right, she'd hardly need to lift a tail to get all three cute Prey squirming inside her, and the thought made her twin shafts flex firm and hard, growing fully aroused at the idea of setting a record so early in the show's run.

Inside the labyrinth-like ruins, the three Prey stuck together, traveling as a pack. The squirrel's nose twitched and she sneezed several times, unable to help herself due to the dust.

"We should leave her. She'll attract too much attention," the ferret muttered to the small, lithe buck next to him.

"Why do you think I'm still here?" the buck asked. "When the Pred shows, I'm bookin' it and leaving her to it. I suggest you do the same, Prey."

The ferret grinned and bared his teeth at the buck while flexing his chest and shoulders. "Watch it... I signed up for this to win some prizes. I'm only here to win, not to get eaten. And if you get in my way, maybe I'll eat you before the Pred does!"

"Oh, please don't," a sultry voice purred from above the two. "That'd be such a waste, considering where you're going."

The buck didn't look, but instead just took off running, sending clouds of dust up with the speed of his hooves. The muscular black and white ferret, to his credit, at least got a glimpse of the powerful, muscular coils, seemingly endless, of the cobra's lower half before he ran for a different hallway than the buck. Only finding the exit remained on his mind.

The pink squirrel's cock jabbed against the underside of her breasts. Though even proportionally she was no comparison to the rack jutting from the cobra's powerful pecs, she was still a cutie: soft pink fur, wide eyes, a panting muzzle, and a tail flicking crazily behind her as she slowly backed up, one delicate hand stroking her cock even as she licked her lips and glanced at the exits, debating escaping at all...

||||| Professor Morgan can... Incapacitate and devour the sexy little pink meal right here and now before checking if the other two set off any of her well-placed traps OR Set the pink squirrel free to run around the labyrinth full of traps. Snakes aren't the kind to chase their meals, after all.

||||| Professor Morgan sets her sights on the cute pink morsel. The other two can wait. She feels naughty, but this time, dessert comes first.

||||| Professor Morgan rolled a 5.

"Don't make me run, cutie," the massive and muscular blue cobra said, her voice silky, calming, dialing into the squirrel's flicking pink ears until her whole body relaxed. "There's a good girl..."

The blue cobra leisurely slid across the smooth, sandy stones underneath her shifting scales. The set was incredibly detailed - she could even feel the heat and warmth of the desert outside and above the underground chambers through the rock, which felt delicious on her flexible and broad lower half.

The squirrel didn't take another step. She moaned, slack-jawed, eyes wide with arousal as the huge cobra loomed over her. A squeak escaped the squirrel's plump lips as her head, shoulders, and chest disappeared into the muscular predator's pale blue cleavage. Her pink shaft throbbed and she wiggled as the cobra's hands squeezed her massive breasts firmly around the smaller creature's ears and fuzzy body.

The squirrel didn't notice the coils until it was already too late. She gasped as the thick flesh and scales of the snake's body surrounded her legs individually, then her belly and chest, rubbing and stroking along her breasts, squeezing in against her plump nipples, teasing all around her throbbing maleness, clenching and grinding those cute little baseball-sized nuts until the Prey's whole body wriggled with pleasure.

"Mmmh... you're a treat," Professor Morgan grunted, stretching the squirrel's legs far to the sides with her coils, revealing her wet, visibly reddened feminine sex. The squirrel's moaning cry echoed through the empty chambers as she felt the ridged stalk - the left one - grind inwards, stretching her open and forcing deep in a single hard, jarring thrust. The squirrel's tail stretched straight out behind her through the coils gripping and clenching and rippling around her body as the cobra's fingers wrap around her own hard nipples, grinning as she watches her lower body drag the gasping, mewling squirrel forwards and backwards. "Unfortunately, cockmeat, I'm in a bit of a hurry to catch your two friends, so we're going to have to make this quick... don't worry, though, the effects are going to last a while!"

The cobra's coils tightened up further, dragging the squirting squirrel up and down her aching member. Thick beads of pre-cum rolled out of the tip, slicking the way even more, as her other cock twitched, hard and ready, though not leaking yet. The squirrel, of course, came non-stop, especially as she felt the heat of the massive arousal spearing her body thrust in deeper than ever and stay there. Despite the lack of motion, a generous and lustful throbbing sent waves of aching pleasure throughout the squirrel's supple, curvy figure.

The cobra's coils strapped the squirrel's arms down to her sides and forced her legs to stretch down and across the wide, smooth surface of the snake's supple underbelly. Her maleness twitched deep, and a bulge showed on the squirrel's formerly smooth and trim belly. The horizontal motion deepened, forming into the same sort of deep-cut ridges present on the wide, flat underside of the snake's sharp-pointed tip. The squirrel struggled, moaning, gasping for breath as she felt the cloying heat of the cobra's arousal consume her mind, until she felt nothing but the intense and needy throb running up her spine, the same as the need Professor Morgan felt as she stroked her fingers down the rapidly transforming squirrel's backside. Already her fur was melding into dark, shiny black flesh, and as Morgan stroked her palms down along the squirrel's chest and belly, she could feel the steady pulse of her own meat just below the surface.

"Yessssss," she hissed, loving the heat and warmth of her wriggling Prey.

The squirrel's muzzle opened as her eyes closed for the last time. Her skull softened as a steady flow of rich, musky seed flowed past the transforming Prey's lips. She gurgled, unable to speak, as the intensity of the pleasure sent wiggles of delirious need up and down her body, now the new, massively grown shaft of the huge snake. Morgan sighed, grunting and moaning hotly as she stroked herself with both hands, feeling the irregular bulges and ripples of the squirrel fade into the silky, warm flesh of her rigid and powerful snake-stalk.

Professor Morgan wanted desperately to finish and blow a load to relieve the aching pressure at the root of her length, but the ease with which she devoured the squirrel gave her plenty of time to catch up to the other two cockmeals still at loose in her lair. Hissing with a sibilant undertone, the dark blue cobra's coils unwrapped slowly, showing the brand new, engorged, thick cobra-cock.

In the corner of the screen, the name "Agnes Tierney" and "3:30" appeared.

Morgan's sly smirk stretched across her muzzle. Time to check the traps.

||||| Morgan rolled a 19.

The muscular ferret walked slowly, checking his surroundings with care, not sure what to expect in the poorly lit ruins. Once in a while, he jumped at the odd noise or shifting echo. He fought to control his breathing as he looked for any hints or clues as to where the escape lay. Swapnil Tosy was not the sort of ferret to give up easily, and like he'd told that dumb buck, he actually had experience as a predator. It's why he joined - winning all that sweet cash would be a cinch if he could outwit some other dumb Preds.

Grinning and confident, the muscular ferret strode forward, only to seize up and throw himself to the side at the last moment. The tip of his claw on the left foot brushed against a tripwire he'd almost failed to notice, triggering a large round basket made of tough fibers to fall from the darkened ceiling where he'd been standing a moment before, sending up a cloud of dust as the incredibly heavy, tall trap settled onto the stone floor. If he'd been stuck inside there when the cobra arrived to check her basket...

The ferret shuddered and looked over his shoulder, checking his surroundings again. Maybe these Preds weren't all that dumb after all...

|||| Morgan rolled a 17.

The buck dashed down the narrow corridor, picking the smallest one because he figured the big Pred - he was assuming she was big based on the huskiness of her voice - would have trouble following him.

He was running so fast, in fact, that he blew right through the tripwire hidden in the dust. Darts loaded with a hypnotic venom brushed past his shoulders and tail as he let out a yip and tumbled forward into the dust. The darts shot across the hall, clattering into a pile on the floor, over half a dozen of them. The buck stared, muzzle wide, eyes huge, as he realized how close he'd just come to being the snake's next meal.

Shivering, Juste Sartini slowed down as he resumed his explorations, keeping a keen eye out not only for the exit, but for any other tripwires.

Professor Morgan frowned at the pile of darts on the floor and even more at the empty basket. Had she somehow misjudged her traps? The consternation on her muzzle was clear through the broadcast as she looked around for her Prey, unhappy that both had managed to avoid her numerous traps. Of course, that was part of the show, she supposed - the producers let her know they didn't mind a stacked deck, but the lair had to offer at least one honest out.

The snake's heavy, fat, oversized cock throbbed next to her original-sized length. She sighed and shifted her lower half, slithering deeper into the ruins on the hunt for Prey, leaving a trail of musky jizz on the floor behind her as she went.

||||| Final Chance (Swapnil): Morgan rolled a 3.

Of course, just as some people strike lucky, the very same people strike unlucky.

The ferret's close dodge heightened his senses and forced him to be more careful, but there was no avoiding the fact that he took a wrong turn straight into the cobra's waiting chest. She flicked out her forked tongue, eyes glowing and hood wide as she grinned down at the shocked, muscular male, whose gaze kept looking down at the lopsided cocks jutting from her hips.

"Well, hello!" Morgan said, fangs showing as she reached out, snagging the ferret's wrist so he couldn't turn and run. "Was that you that managed to dodge the darts earlier?"

Swapnil's voice was muffled as she dragged him close, quickly looping several coils around his lower back as his head pushed between her massive chest.

"Oh? Wasn't you? You must have dodged the basket trap, you lucky boy," she said. "Shame - that was a good one. And here I catch you by just walking towards the exit. You know, if you'd turned left back there, you'd have escaped."

The muscular ferret's desperate wriggling increased as her thick staffs, one significantly larger than the other, squeezed up against the muscular male's hard belly, drizzling seed into his fur. She grinned as he pushed at her coils, even able to shove one arm out despite her attempts to keep him pinned in. Having taken him by surprise - her preferred method - she was able to keep a grip, and shifted around until she saw an opening. Her muzzle stretched open, fangs out, and she darted forward.

The camera's caught the moment from multiple angles and showed in real time and slow motion the large fangs stabbing down, though only the very tips penetrated the growling, shoving ferret's muscular body. He froze immediately, eyes wide, before going completely limp and loose in the snake's coils.

"Mmmh... you know, if that cute buck had fallen into a trap, I'd be able to take my time with you," she said. "Seems like I'm saying that to all my delicious little Prey tonight."

The ferret's head popped out of some coils as she shoved him around, turning him face down and using her coils to squeeze his hips and rump up in the air, fully exposed, tail held back. The sharp tip of her ridged cock, the smaller of the two, nestled up in his cheeks as he cried out, begging her to stop.

"I'm a pred! I'm really a pred! I only entered because I thought I'd be able to win!" he grunted, trying to talk as the venom coursed through his body, loosening his rump to her prodding thickness. "Don't eat me!"

(Chat: "I love it when these types get eaten.")

"Oh, don't worry, stud," the cobra said over his cry of lust as she stuffed her thickness deep between his slack cheeks. "I'm not going to eat you!"

Even under the effects of her venom, the ferret's muscular body felt warm and tight. The cobra's thickness surged deep, filling and stretching her new cockflesh wide open even as he moaned and begged for her not to. The cobra grinned, hauling on his shoulders as she drove herself deep, each unflinching thrust transforming the muscular "predator" into something much more useful. His skin darkened as the ridges showed under his belly, and within a minute or two a drizzle of thick jizz dropped from his lips rather than demands for the snake to stop her vorish activities.

Morgan shuddered, moaning, gasping as she wiggled back and forth, unable to thrust as her thick cock fused totally with the wriggling male's insides, churning and converting his muscles and bone into so much pleasurable cockfat. Her hands clenched the transforming ferretcock against her squirreldick, groaning as she felt them flex and rub together. The ferret's pointed snout finally disappeared, one last garbled gasp of righteous indignation the last thing the ferret managed before going full cock. In the corner of the screen, the name "Swapnil Tosy" and a time of 8:55 appeared. The snake groaned, lower half wriggling and slithering across the dusty floor as her twins jerked and spit, the twin arousals making the muscular cobra moan and blush an even darker shade of blue.

"Ooooh... today's my... nnff... lucky day after all!"

||||| Final Chance (Juste): Morgan rolled an 11.

Juste breathed hard, his shallow chest heaving as he saw the exit sign. Bright, green, glowing, safe - it was right there, just down the corridor. Just a few feet away. The buck's heart thumped in his chest. He didn't see the other two. The squirrel was cockmeat from the start - she'd been talking in the Feeding Pens about hoping to become a nice big cock. The buck grit his teeth and shook his head. He was in it for the money and prizes. The new car he'd look so good in as he rolled down the street, picking up all the tasty trim he could want...

As he approached the double doors, they lit up in green, forming concentric squares towards the middle. The green lights pulsed as the doors slowly opened the closer he got, until he could see Joseki standing on the other side along with several camera operators, the two Dobergirls, and a huge novelty check with an insane seven-figure amount printed on it, along with his name.

The buck's pace slowed as he saw the check and he pumped his fist in the air, grinning. He'd made it! He escaped! The money, the prizes, the fame - it was all his. The buck's little tail wagged furiously as he rose his other fist, grinning at the cameras recording his approach.

Joseki's smile didn't change the whole time, though the very tip of his tail started to twitch and spasm. The camera operators, a pair of tawny otters with heavy, round bellies, licked their lips and moved closer to the doorway. Juste wasn't sure why, until he turned his head and glanced over his shoulder.

Snakes are not, typically, chase predators. They prefer to lie in wait, striking when the prey least expects, using the minimal effort for maximal gain. It's built into their systems - the deadly and ruthless efficiency that powers their everyday behaviors.

In times of an emergency, however, all bets are off. Professor Morgan's massive, four-foot-long arousals beat a steady tattoo along the smooth stone walls as she swayed down the narrow corridor at full speed. The former contestants throbbed and spit thick seed as her long snake-half stretched behind her, powering her forward as fast as she could go. Thanks to the powerful ripples of muscle traveling down her thick, wide body, that was quite fast despite her overall size.

Juste's mind blanked. The visions of his money, his car, his easy life, vanished in a tangled mess of scales and coils as the huge professor's body bore down on him. His hoof slipped as he tried to kick himself away from her, and they tumbled into the floor of the corridor where it transitioned from the stone walls of the lair to the metal walls of the studio set. A brown-furred arm with white fingers tipped in black stretched out of a mass of shifting coils. The hand reached, reached forward, clutching and dragging at the ground, nails scratching as the camera operators leaned in closer.

There was a sudden freeze in activity, then a frantic wriggle. The arm was yanked back into the pile of scales as neither the huge snake's upper torso or a single hair of the buck's body appeared from the dark blue mass of scales a few feet shy of the finish line.

Until Professor Morgan's head thrust through the piles of coils, hood expanding triumphantly as she threw back her head, large chest jutting out, both fat stalks firing blasts of jizz down the corridor, sending ropes of potent snakejuice across the camera operators. Her head tipped back and her jaws distended around the belly of the buck. His arms scraped down the smooth and supple scales coating her jaws as she swallowed rhythmically. Her hands worked her twin arousals as she dragged Juste down deeper with the power of her clenching throat alone. The buck's head disappeared past her lips, then the last of his fingertips, while a buck-shaped bulge shoved outwards against her throat and chest, disappearing into the fat of her breasts before reappearing below the firing cannons. The snake's moans of lust echoed down the hallways as the doors to the lair swung closed and the green exit lights flashed an alarming red color, blocking Morgan's view of the smiling host, camera operators, and Dobergirls.

"Just you and me for the next several days," the snake said, her soothing voice bouncing off the stones as she slithered deeper into her lair. "I'm going to make myself comfortable while we relax, and I suggest you do the same."

She grinned as she felt the buck's angry, desperate wriggles deep in her belly, sending a shock of pleasure to her twin shafts that remained swollen with need despite the excessive load she'd recently erupted with.

"And you two are going to have to learn to pace yourselves, too," she said, her silky voice disappearing into the deeper, darker areas of the ancient ruins, taking her trio of prizes along for the long haul...

The cameras cut back to Joseki and the Dobergirls, who were busily ripping up the giant novelty check as the words "Juste Sartini" and a time of "16:00" appeared on screen.

"Well, that was a close call! I mean, uh, that Prey really almost escaped! How lucky! I mean, brave! Or whatever!" the predatory hybrid growled. "Either way, Professor Morgan made it in the nick of time, an impressive feat against three different prey when she only expected one! Congrats to to Professor Morgan, and we will need you to do your digesting somewhere else so we can rebuild the set... uh, anyways... Thanks for watching Chomped, and we hope you've enjoyed watching our contestants' valiant efforts! None of our Prey escaped tonight, but don't worry, cockfat - there's always next time - on Chomped!"

RANK.... NAME.... TIME.... PRED.... METHOD High scores better for Prey; low scores for Preds

1.... Alex "Lolcraft" Lorecraft... 22:36... Goofox (NPC).... Gooification

2.... Juste Sartini (NPC).... 16:00.... Professor Morgan.... Oral

2.... Viggo Gabrielson (NPC).... 14:25.... Sloane Thomas.... CTF

5.... Swapnil Tosy (NPC).... 8:55.... Professor Morgan.... CTF

5.... Agnes Tierney (NPC).... 3:30.... Professor Morgan.... CTF

On cue, the two Doberguards growled and barked, shoving their breasts subserviently around the grinning hybrid's sharp teeth, leaving little but his predatory grin showing through all the taut tan breastfur. The credits rolled and the ending theme played as the Dobergirls massaged the buffalion's head with their oversized chests, until the stream faded to black.

A few last words appeared in stark white:

"CHOMPED WILL RETURN...

PRED OR PREY, APPLY TODAY!"

There was website listed...

How long would you last?

~~END OF TRANSMISSION~~