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Zachery Thomas sipped his drink hesitantly. While old enough to drink, the young zebra didn't like getting drunk, even when attending concerts in bars. That said, he found that a little buzz from some hard lemonade helped take a bit of the edge off. Then again, he certainly didn't want to completely relax, not in a bar like this, a bar in one of the rougher parts of town, a bar full of preds, a bar where the night's headliner was the retro pred-metal band, Last Tunnel. No, if he got tipsy in a place like this, let alone passed out, he knew full well that he could end up swimming in the alcohol someone else had downed earlier. That wasn't why he came. He had told himself that just a few hours ago, staring into his bathroom mirror. He just wanted a bit of excitement. He wanted to court a little danger, nothing more. He just liked the way Last Tunnel's songs were so raw and passionate, not like the stuffy classical music he had been brought up with. It hadn't been until he entered high school that he had even been able to practice jazz on the piano, as his father had refused to let anything wilder than ragtime be played in their home.

"Just some fun," he thought to himself, repeating his conversation with the mirror as he stared into his drink, just as the patchwork curtain closed on the opening act. "It's just some music that doesn't sound like school work or the same old pop songs." Zachery had to admit it had taken him aback when a friend of his had first shown him some videos Last Tunnel had posted. Taylor, an iguana and fellow music major, had shown it to Zachary while they were resting their fingers after hours of practicing an Italian duet. It wasn't until the fifth video that Zachery had caught on to the two main ways the Last Tunnel made their songs stand out among the other bands reveling in the eras of pred-rock, pred-punk, and pred-metal. In addition to giving voice to the dark desire to dominate and devour, every Last Tunnel song deviated from the two most ubiquitous elements of modern music, the four-four-time and along with it the common pop song four chord progression.

"Their keyboardist writes all their songs," Taylor had said with a satisfied smile after Zachery had verbalized the realization. He pulled up a profile image from the band's homepage that showed off the impressive physique of the leopard, fur glistening with sweat after a long set. It was obvious that the whole band worked out, the pred-rock scene they were a throwback to had been dominated by guys with bodies that made you believe they really could overpower any average person just as easily as their lyrics insisted. Notably, the feline on the electric organ was the only one who had gone for the shredded look rather than just a beefier jock bod. "Scott Spencer, his bio says he actually got kicked out of a concert piano masters' program after seven of the other members of the orchestra vanished, but that's probably all crap." Taylor hadn't specified which part of that rumor he thought was untrue, the extent of the well-muscled leopard's classical training or the expulsion. After all, while acts of predation were seen as something that often happened once or twice in a growing predator's life, there was the expectation that, after that, a responsible pred would be able to control his hunger and only ever unleash it as a means of protecting himself and others. Even during the 60's when pred-rock was born and even became mainstream, it was commonly accepted that only a cold-blooded criminal or a mindless thug would actually go around indulging himself. The music was just a way of letting out the pressure that had built over the decades during which they hadn't even bothered teaching the simple facts of predation in public schools.

As the Last Tunnel took the stage, Zachrey felt himself giving in to the air of revelry around him. While he managed to only down one more drink than he had promised himself, he broke two of his self-imposed conditions more completely. Those restrictions being, firstly, not to stare at Scott Spencer and, secondly, not to dance with any preds. The only times during the band's performance that Zachery wasn't breaking his prohibition against gazing at the leopard were when he was ordering drinks or accepting an offer to dance with a pair of lions.

As far has Zachery could tell, the rather beefy set of twins appeared to make a game of bringing wallflowers out onto the dance floor and making a sweaty, grindy sandwich with them during the slower songs. They looked at least seven years older than Zachery, with muscular dad-bods more akin to the grizzly bear drummer of Last Tunnel than the chiseled adonis look of the keyboardist. In a way, that had made it easier for Zachery to join them on the dance floor, as he felt confident that he could resist any temptation they might offer to come back stage with him. A few songs after the Last Tunnel had come back on stage from an intermission, the twins had picked a pair of back-to-back power ballads to dance with Zachery, "Giving In" and "Savoring this Night", and then escorted him back to the bar before the following number.

Given that the harder rock songs seemed to put much of the audience into mosh-pit mode, Zachery was glad to have gotten out of there before the first chords of "Apex" began. The combination of the pred-eat-pred lyrics of "Apex" and the fact that a number of the audience's preds had been having some extra drinks during the slower-tempo ballads turned the moshing up to eleven. Had Zachery's words to his reflection forbidden getting an erection during the concert, the sounds of snarling moshing preds in front of him and the sight of Scott Spencer staring his way during the last refrain of the song would have made him break that one as well. Still, the somewhat embarrassed Zebra took the opportunity to use the restroom and splash some water on his face.

The rest of the concert was a bit more subdued. There were still plenty of up-tempo numbers, but they tended to be more on the celebratory side of jock-jams rather than being fight-songs. Zachery wasn't really surprised. While Last Tunnel hadn't posted a video of "Apex", it had been mentioned repeatedly in the comment sections of their other videos, often cited as being their best song. Essentially, it had been the climax of the concert, rough and savage, and now the remaining numbers were all about the afterglow. Zachery managed to keep a better handle on his reaction to the sights and sounds around him, even limiting himself to just occasional glances at Scott Spencer. His cock twitched every time he found Scott looking back towards him, but Zachery couldn't quite bring himself to believe the leopard was actually looking directly at him. To distract himself from this, Zachery attempted to locate the twins he had danced with earlier in the night. Zachery had seen the lions breaking a few other guys out of their shyness-imposed isolation throughout the night, both before and after receiving their attention himself, but it had been a good four songs since he had last seen them. The zebra considered that they might have left already, when the lead vocalist, a wolf whose form-fitting jacket and pants demonstrated that the singer's gut and ass were the only places fat were allowed, thanked the audience and announced that the next song would be their last for the night

As Zachery had expected the base player began strumming "Both of these Bulges" It was a mellow song about the morning after, with morning wood pressing against a belly of someone half-digested and half-remembered. When Zachery had first heard it he had known it would be a set ender, given its constant reference to endings and moving on. Technically the second time he had heard it, given that the first time he was too faint from jerking off to the previous video in the playlist, but Zachery had recognized its proprable use the first time he had actually listened properly.

The feeling of certainty that the alcohol and the confirmation his prediction had granted the zebra faded when he saw the twin lions emerge from a door marked "Staff Only". While he had taken their Last Tunnel t-shirts for merchandise, he hadn't noticed that the color scheme was different from any of the shirts being sold on the band's website. In fact, this detail continued to elude the tipsy zebra, but the badges bright green ID badges hanging from lanyards clued him in. "I thought I felt something under their shirts when we were dancing, " he recalled, his surprise fading for an instant before redoubling. The gaze of one of the twins had met Zachery's own, and that lion had made a b-line for the zebra.

"Hey there kid," the lion said in an avuncular tone as he gave Zachery a pat on the back. "Mr. Spencer says you're invited backstage. He says to make sure you know it's a request, but that he would really enjoy getting to know you."

"He... would?"Zachcery thought, he felt his heart pounding and his throat tightening. He couldn't even bring himself to speak a reply, instead just nodding and following behind the lion.

It didn't take them long to reach what appeared to be a storage space converted into a green room.

Scott Spencer was lounging in an old recliner, though he hadn't pulled the lever to engage its namesake feature. The well muscled leopard had removed his form fitting nylon pants in favor of a pair of baggy gym shorts. This close without any other sweaty preds between them Zachery could now make out Scott Spencer's musk. The keyboard player gestured for Zachery to sit on a loveseat across from the recliner before giving the lion a nod of thanks and dismissal.

"Err... mmm... you wanted to see me, Mr. Spencer?" Zachery asked as he took his seat.

"Yes, and please, call me Scott." The leopard spoke with a mixture of honest warmth and casual authority that made Zachery's heart skip a beat.

"Oh.. Um... Okay Scott. My Name is Zachery, Zachery Thomas."

"That's a nice name." Scott Spencer looked deep into Zachery's eyes, and the Zebra found himself fighting to avoid getting lost in that gaze.

"Umm..." Zachery bit his lower lip and tried to keep himself from squirming. He hadn't had much time to build up expectations, but on the walk from the bar into this room he had imagined a couple of possible ways this meeting would go, and not one of them had included Scott just sitting there and patiently watching him. He could tell that the big cat was waiting on Zachery to do or say something, but that just felt wrong. "He's the one who wanted me back here..." the young zebra thought, "If he wants something, why doesn't he just tell me." Mustering his courage, Zachery decided to give voice to his question. "So, why did you, you know, ask me to come back here?"

"Because staring at you across a crowded dance floor just wasn't good enough." Scott's words came swiftly and confidently.

"Oh gods," Zachery thought. "He really was looking at me all those times," he felt his cock stir. "Why me?" he asked aloud.

"Because you're special." Scott's white teeth seemed to glisten as much now as his sweating muscles had under the stage lights.

"What?" Zachery stammered before regaining a bit, " What do you mean by special?"

"Oh I can always spot guys like you. The brave prey boy in the seedy club, afraid of the preds around him, but too taken with the fantasy to leave." Scott's voice had taken on a narrating-to-children tone, but it was gone when he spoke next. "As a song-writer, I take pride in the thought of my music helping men come to terms with their true selves."

"You... you mean with preds coming to grips with the desire to..." Zachery was flustered. He desperately didn't want to Scotts words to be about himself.

"To dominate, to devour. Oh yes. That too." Scott gave Zachery a knowing smile, indulging the younger male's attempt to divert the conversation, at least for the moment.

"And giving them an outlet." Zachery smiled back with a mixture of hope and feigned naivety, "Letting them just fantasize about it, without giving in."

"Well I suppose some of our fans keep it to just fantasizing. I think most mix in a good amount of reminiscing. I've gotten quite a bit of fan mail about that. 'That one song reminds me of this one time when me and my frat bros had all gotten really drunk and...' well you can guess." Scott winked, his fairytale voice having returned as he recounted the letter, "I get a few emails like that each month. They're hot in their own way, but silver is always a bit disappointing compared to gold."

"Gold?" Zachery couldn't handle this, His cock was throbbing, fuck it was actually leaking pre-cum. Scott couldn't be saying this, not seriously.

"Oh like this one." Scott flipped through his phone quickly, "I'll skip over the salutations and the bit about how he first heard us. Much as I appreciate it, something about reading the eager flattery of our fans out loud is always a bit too self-congratulatory. Ah, here we are. 'I was listening to your latest album on my headphones when this asshole sniped my parking spot at the gym. I'd seen this guy plenty before. He's playboy lynx who spends half his time flirting with girls on cardio equipment, and when he does lift the bastard never puts his weights back on the rack. Then Apex came on, and I got it. I knew what I could do with that fucker, and I did it, just as soon as i finished fucking him, right there in the locker room. I don't think I've ever felt that good. Thank you so much for...' and, well, from there it gets back to the flattery." Again Scott shifted into his storytelling mode and then back into casual candidness.

"So you really do want preds to... " Zachery's mind was having a hard time accepting what was being said, meanwhile his cock was dripping with excitement.

"To be preds? To be who they truly are? Yes, and not just preds. I always want you to be true to yourself. Be true to the part of you that's made that lovely stain in your pants. Be true to the part of you that wished I had called you up on stage and fucked you on top of my keyboard. Be true to the part of yourself that kept staring at my abbs, imagining how perfectly you would fit behind them. "

"I don't want that."

"Yes," Scott just gave a knowing smile again, "you do."

"I don't want to die."

"Perhaps not, but you know that you will. You know everyone dies, and what you want is to have a say in how it happens. You want to choose how your life ends because you've had so little say in how it's been going. You want to enjoy the last moment of your life, because up until now your life just hasn't been all that enjoyable. More that you want to feel like in the end, someone will truly appreciate you and that you will have left a lasting impact, made someone's life better, and you know that the man who eats you will grow that much stronger, that much better, for having consumed you. You know that if you give yourself to the right pred, that he will cherish you for the rest of his life, and remember you fondly every time he looks at himself in the mirror."

"You, will?" Zachery didn't even notice that he had used a second person pronoun rather than the third person pronoun he had intended.

"Yes Zachery, that's why I asked you back here. I want to make you one of my special boys, but first, I want to hear you ask for it."

"I...' Zachery couldn't even stammer, as only a single syllable managed to get past his lips.

"Take your time." Scott let his gaze linger on the Zebra for a few seconds more before glancing down at his phone to give the Zebra a moment to consider just how he wanted his life to go. They sat there for a few minutes, in a silence both heavy with significance and yet cozy with familiarity. The truth of Scotts words resounded through Zachery, resonating with his racing heart and throbbing cock.

"I want you to eat me, but not just tonight."

"Oh?" For the first time Scott looked genuinely surprised.

"No. I have a concert next week, and I worked too hard learning that nocturne to let it all go to waste on a one night stand. "

"A gig is a gig. I can respect that. Playing or singing?"

"I play piano."

"Oh well then, in that case I really can't even entertain the idea of just taking you here and now. I have to show my fellow pianists some professional respect and camaraderie."

"Well if you can control yourself, I could definitely enjoy being... " he took a second to pick the word, "fucked by you tonight. If you're willing to show me just how much of a big-shot pianist you really are."

"Oh don't worry, I can hold out tonight," Scott sttod up and shucked out of his gym shorts and tight briefs in a single motion, revealing a cock even the Zebra was impressed by. "Just so long as you promise to get me a ticket to your concert and let me come backstage."

"I was planning on letting you come backstage." Zachery's shyness had evaporated now, as his tension was replaced with resolve, reinforcing his lust. He was enjoying trading dirty talk with the hot, musky musician in front of him and new he was about to have the best sex in his life. "I figured it would make a fun change for you, getting to eat someone after they just spent the night pounding the keys."

"Fuck, I'm going to remember you even more fondly than I expected."

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Zachery thought he would be more nervous, but all the jitters had gone out of him as he finished his duet, which had gone just as well tonight as he had ever managed during rehearsal. He walked backstage to meet up with the last person he was ever going to see, Scott Spencer, his predator. Zachery had made the necessary arrangements to have the leopard snuck into one of the lesser used practice rooms attached behind the main auditorium of the performance hall. The zebra didn't have twin lion roadies, but did have a few favors left to call in.

"You were great out there." Scott said slowly applauding as Zachery joined him in the practice room. His mouth was in a smirk, but there was genuine admiration in his eyes. Also he was naked. He was very obviously naked. He was also very obviously aroused.

"Thanks," Zachery managed through the mixture of his excitement, fatigue, and surprise at seeing the very attractive leopard already stripped. Moreover, he noticed clear glistening fluid was running both from the side of Scott's mouth and the tip of his cock. Zachery loved how he could see just how much his pred wanted him.

As it happened, that was their last exchange. Everything that needed words had already been said. From that point on they fell back on more primal communications, on looks, on grunts, on gestures, and on moans. For Zachery, it was an escape from the thoughtful, sensible, cultured way he had always lived his life. While this was not something Zachery ever had time in this world to realize, as he would end up passing out before his mind could resume that degree of analytical thought, Scott was able to guess as much upon reflection, while digesting the zebra later that night.

Thus, without clothes and without words, Scott and Zachery embraced in the unseen room behind the auditorium stage. Hands and tongues roved, Zachery worshipping the magnificent endowments of his pred while Scott took stock of the entire body of his prey. The leopard chuffed in amusement as he pulled a buttplug from between the zebra's cheeks and felt the lube on the now vacant hole. Zachery, for his part, let out a needy sigh as the big cat's talented finger explored him. They both took turns playing out phrases of music on the imagined keys of each other's ass cheeks, both able to hear the music of their little call and response in their head. This musciall game ended as they shifted from foreplay to fucking.

Scott didn't bother going slowly. His prey had prepared his ass for a savage final fucking and he was happy to oblige. He bucked and thrusted and may the Zebra moan and whimper in pleasure. As the two writhed in the pleasure of the flesh their spirits soared in extacy of purpose. The pred was about to eat. The prey was about to be eaten. They were about to fulfil part of their ultimate purposes, parts of their ultimate identities. As amazing as this fuck session was, it was a mere warm-up number for the showstopper that was to come. Indeed, when they came together it was while both pred and prey were imagining how they were about to come together into a single whole.

They lay there, spent and panting, for a few minutes of afterglow. Then Scott stood, running his hands over his prey's sides, grabbing the Zebra's own hands after lifting their arms above both the Zebra's head. Scott shifted his grip on the hands and he walked around Zachery, then leaned forward and brought the hands to his mouth. He kissed them, one kiss on every finger, before licking his raspy tongue over both hands and opening wide. From there on the tender slowness gradually gave way to the growing blaze of hunger that burned within the leopard.

Scott tried to take his time, inching down the arms of the zebra, but by the time his lips reached Zachery's elbows the taste of stripped flesh had his anticipation and desire overwhelming him. He grabbed Zachery below the armpits and began hoisting his beloved meal into his drooling maw. Zachery had been whimpering in pleasure, but a high pitched moan escaped and became an almost chirping sound as his body reacted to the act of primal predation. The sound drove Scott wild and from then on he was a snaring, ravenous beast. He pulled, shoved, and gulped down every inch of Zebra flesh, slowing down only long enough for his tongue to carress whatever flesh was readily available between swallows. Despite having spent themselves so recently, both pred and prey found themselves climaxing again as Zachery's crotch slid down the pulsing confines of Scott's throat. The ecstasy continued into a series of dry orgasms continued for both as Scott's lips slurped closed with a slurp after admitting Zachery's twitching feet.

The last few gulps left Scott lying on the floor, grinding his half flaccid cock against the softly squirming bulge in his gut. Zachery's kept pressing parts of himself against the warm wetness of his final resting place, exploring gently with each limb as well as with his face. He began humming to himself, not conscious he was doing it until he heard and felt Scott humming in response. Zachery had the melody at first, while Scott was improvising a little harmony, but soon Scott joined him on melody and then took the lead, with Zachery handling the harmony. They lay like that humming, taking turns with the melody, in their own private jam session until Zachery passed out. Scott felt a little sad that their jam session couldn't last longer, but otherwise had no regrets. They'd both truly wanted this, and he could tell Zachery had enjoyed it just as much as he had. He'd never forget this night, and he'd never forget Zachery, but ultimately, the Zebra had been prey and Scott was a pred. He doubted he'd soon find another meal that shared his deep understanding and appreciation for music, especially the technical elements, but eventually he'd be able to find another kindred spirit, fuck him, and devour him. Until then, he'd be sure to incorporate some of his and Zachery's improvisations into Last Tunnels next album. After all, that was one the longer lasting elements of predation he appreciated, letting some of the best parts of one's prey live on in oneself. He'd hit the gym hard over the next few days, to make sure as much of Zachery as possible got converted into muscle, but for now he'd just focus on replaying the last music Zachery had made in his head, committing it to memory. With any luck this practice room might have some blank music paper and a pen, but for the moment he had no intention of getting up to look. For now, Scott spender just lay there, spooning with his gurgling gut, his fingers tapping on imaginary keys as he savored the memory of his recent duet.