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Predator [Live] Feed

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Looking around the apartment's main room, Ivan did his best not to look too hard at his friend over behind the dividing counter that separated living room from kitchen. Not that Ivan hadn't seen Rex naked before, of course - heck, they'd even jacked off together while watching porn! - but, well, right now, there was something different in the air. What it was exactly, Ivan couldn't quite articulate, but he knew that, for some reason, his best friend was looking at him in a whole new light; thinking about him in that way that meant the relationship was about to take a major turn, one way or the other.

The signs were all there, of course: little glances, when the smoking hot buck thought his wolf friend wouldn't notice. Dodging direct eye contact even when he'd let Ivan in the door, and locked it tight behind. The way he was cooking venison steak on the stovetop.

"Dude," Ivan finally broke the awkward silence that had settled on the room. "Why're you cooking meat?"

"What?" Rex countered, trying - and failing miserably - to put on an innocent expression. "You once told Annie venison was your favorite. I just figured I'd do something nice for you."

"That was just to flirt with that whitetail wench," Ivan grumbled.

"Whatever, man," laughed Rex, giving his leaflike tail a flirty upward flick, exposing the snowy white fur that graced the inner curves of his firm, flawless buttocks, and making his plump backsac just that much more visible. "It worked, though: you plowed that doe but good."

"Only her pussy," the wolf protested, though in the same low, halfhearted tone as before. "You're the one who had her tailhole."

"All natural birth control," Rex chuckled, flipping the steak in the pan and dashing some of the seasoning mix Ivan loved so much over the now-exposed side. "Besides the Predation Laws, it's the best way we herbivores have to keep our population from getting any more out of control. Well, that and a whole lot of lube, of course."

The pair had first met back in their junior year of high school. Ivan was the only wolf in a school filled with herbivores, his parents freshly moved to an upper-crust neighborhood, leaving their old lives - with all of Ivan's old friends - behind them in the dust. Those first two weeks had been intensely lonely for Ivan, everyone avoiding him as though he were going to turn into a flesh-eating savage at any moment. For a wolf, nothing was worse than social isolation, and he'd suffered anguish unlike anything he'd known before. That is, until Rex passed him in the halls one day, and casually invited him to a weekend at the lake.

Needless to say, the rest was history. From that moment onward, Ivan was Rex's best friend, and even when other carnivores moved into the neighborhood and started attending the same school, Ivan never left Rex's side. That closeness continued right up to the now, with both of them at college. The place was ivy league, and even with the improved fortunes of his family, and his own notable skills in sports and academics, Ivan's parents wouldn't have been able to afford sending their son there, if not for the intervention of Rex. Rex didn't want to be separated from Ivan any more than the wolf wanted to be parted from the handsome, athletic buck.

In his moments of introspection, Ivan really didn't understand why Rex wanted anything to do with him. The wolf was the burly sort, built almost like a bear, broad and hulking and clumsy when he wasn't paying close attention. When Rex had been the quarterback for their team in college, Ivan had played offensive lineman. Rex dated cheerleaders. Ivan...well, he was Rex's wingman, and so he dated whoever didn't get to date the smoking hot buck, as long as they were willing to put up with being around a carnivore. Once word got around, though, that Rex wouldn't date anyone who didn't like carnivore guys, well, that did improve Ivan's social life considerably.

Which brought Ivan back to the present. Actually, for the last couple months, he hadn't been dating, and neither had Rex. The transition had been smooth, gradual, and Ivan hadn't really noticed the change until after Rex just sort of quit going out, and the blunt-featured wolf hadn't felt like doing much without his best friend, not even chasing tail. By that point, though, he didn't really care much. They'd been hanging out together, studying, going to movies, sometimes even going out to dinner together (quite a feat, considering how few places served both herbivores and carnivores), until these days Ivan felt almost as though he were living in Rex's swanky apartment. All the same, Ivan hadn't ever really thought of all this time spent together as dating. Just...hanging out.

He was starting to realize that Rex might think something different.

"Here you go," said Rex cheerily, setting the plate with the still-steaming steak before his dark-furred friend, with a side of soft-steamed greens (since, despite misconceptions, wolves like Ivan needed some vegetation in their diets). "Fresh and hot, and seasoned just the way you like it."

Smiling at the wolf while he sat next to him on the couch, Rex set down his own plate of greens, but didn't tuck in right away. Instead, he turned to watch Ivan's reaction to the steak, his eyes betraying his trepidation, despite all his efforts to be jovial.

'He really wants me to do this,' Ivan realized, blinking as, mechanically, he carved up the steak with steady efficiency. 'He coulda got me a soy-steak, like I usually eat when we go out. Heck, he coulda splurged and gone with something made of mushrooms, or krill, or...but no, he didn't. This is real meat. Fresh, too. And he just expects me to...and right in front of him...'

Without thinking about it, Ivan had already raised the first tender, barely-seared bite to his muzzle. Once he sank his teeth down, letting the juices flow, his eyes closed involuntarily, his head tilting back slightly as he sucked in air through his nose, a dreamy expression on his face. Like a lot of carnivores who lived among the herbivores, he'd mostly switched his diet to meat substitutes. They weren't bad, most of them (after all, Rex's family had made their fortune producing stuff that was as close to meat as possible, and Ivan knew from firsthand experience that they were committed to quality), and they had all the nutrients to keep even the most demanding carnivore healthy, but...but there just wasn't any substitute for the taste of real meat.

"It's good?" Ivan gradually realized Rex was asking him.

"Yeah," he replied, eventually, after he'd taken the time to properly savor the morsel in his mouth, then swallow it. "Yeah, it's...it's good," he ended lamely, looking away from his friend almost shyly. "Look, Rex, I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't have...I mean, it's not like..."

Rex shut up his big, burly wolffriend with a finger to his lips, then turned his eyes toward the widescreen television that dominated a good chunk of the wall opposite the couch.

"I'm glad you liked it, Ive," the gorgeous young buck said, the smile of a lovestruck fool teasing his lips. "Don't worry: it wasn't anybody either of us knew personally. It came from a second cousin of mine, actually, one of the ones from the side of my family that doesn't bother with birth control. Poor, ignorant, desperate...you can fill in all the blanks after that."

"Rex..."

"I've been doing a lot of thinking recently, Ive," Rex continued as though the thick-shouldered wolf hadn't opened his muzzle, instead reaching down to pick up the fork Ivan had set down in his consternation, stabbing another morsel of venison, and placing the now-occupied fork back into the wolf's unresisting hand. "About why we've got the Predation Laws, and why our culture's split like it is, right down the middle: carnivores and herbivores. Blood and grass. Life and limb." Now he looked directly into Ivan's eyes, deer brown meeting wolf amber. "Love and hate."

Ivan just sat there, feeling the closeness of his best friend, his warmth, and the slight tremble to his smooth, sleek musculature, clearly visible through his short, neatly-trimmed fur as he untied the apron he'd been wearing and threw it onto the floor behind the couch.

"Do you love me, Ivan?"

The wolf's jaw dropped, his eyes going wide, all thought fleeing his mind. Rex took that opportunity to take hold of Ivan's hand, and guide the fork into his muzzle, before he manually closed the other male's powerful jaws with his hands.

"You don't have to answer right away," Rex continued, leaning back against the back of the couch, letting the plush cushions absorb him a little as he picked up the remote control for the screen opposite them. "Actually," he continued with a boyish grin, "I don't want you to: you've got your mouth full; talking like that is just rude."

Pressing the "on" button, Rex set down the remote and picked up his own plate of deer food, then pressed himself close to Ivan's side. Rex wasn't small or puny - quite the opposite, actually - but compared to his burly lupine friend, Ivan couldn't resist comparing the way the deer snuggled against him to the way the girls he'd dated - and mated - had done the same thing.

"I've got something special I want you to watch with me, Ivan," Rex continued, poking at the greenery on his plate before finally stabbing it. "I kinda got a subscription to a site a little while ago, something I heard about through the grapevine and just had to check out for myself, and I've been watching the stuff on it pretty heavily ever since."

"It's not gay porn, is it?" Ivan half-joked, arching an eyebrow, though he didn't make any move to pull away from his naked friend's warmth (even if he did feel a little awkward to still be wearing his gym shorts when nudity seemed to be the order of the day).

"Just...just watch."

Ivan hushed, and did his best not to think about how the meat in his mouth must taste so much like his best friend would if...no, that wasn't a place he wanted to go. He cared too much about Rex to do...that to him.

While his friend struggled with his inner demons, Rex casually scooped up the remote once more and easily navigated to the site he'd been talking about. Seeing the title of the video site, however, Ivan's eyes widened, and he swallowed the morsel in his mouth in shock: "The Predator Feed."

"Rex," Ivan spoke up nervously, looking at the earnest, eager expression on the handsome buck's face. "Rex, that's a pred site."

"Shh," Rex hushed the big, muscular wolf, before letting his cheek sink into the charcoal-colored fur of the other male's chest, unwittingly baring his throat as he continued to browse on his salad, as calm and contented as any four-legged deer cropping grass in a meadow, blissfully unaware of the slavering beasts watching from the dark, terrible woods, lusting after its tender flesh. "This guy explains stuff so much better than I ever could."

"This guy" turned out to be a fox, as charming and wickedly handsome as any member of that cruelly charismatic breed. Ivan figured the fox had to have some wolf in his blood somewhere, because he was both tall and really buff for a fox, his physique clearly visible as he stood there before the camera, dressed in a tasteful shirt and pair of slacks - business casual - a pair of blue-tinted square glasses only partially obscuring his witch green eyes. After a moment's thought, Ivan recognized the glasses as the new sort, the kind that let you access an Internet feed remotely; the fox was getting all sorts of data even when he was just standing there.

As the screen came into full activity, the well-dressed fox could be clearly seen standing in the middle of a room that looked like a cross, as tasteful as its sole occupant, between an Imperial Roman lounge, a BDSM parlor, and an abattoir. The more standard furniture, where it was present, looked comfortable, while the many flat surfaces positioned at various angles - which Ivan couldn't help but notice were all equipped with an assortment of restraints - looked clean and well-tended. The various "instruments" tucked away neatly in their proper places in racks around the room were equally well-tended, immaculately scrubbed, until they almost had the same feel as a hospital's surgical tools rather than instruments of sadomasochistic play. Despite the obviously sinister nature of far too many of the implements, there was an almost cheery air to the décor, thanks in no small part to the pleasant lighting, which ensured that everything there was clearly visible, and also strangely "normal" seeming.

"As you can see," the fox began, and immediately Ivan blinked, sucking in a breath suddenly despite himself: the other male's voice was that captivating! "the time of waiting has almost run out." As he said this, the red-furred male motioned to a timer that Ivan only now noticed in one corner of the screen, though of course it must have been there all along, if only the wolf had known where to look. "This is a live feed, unscripted and unedited, for those paying subscribers who want to see our fun in the raw, and even get a chance to participate." He motioned to the bottom of the screen, and immediately a chat box popped open, taking up the small blank area that had been there before. "You'll be allowed to put in your comments and your votes in the box below. Before you do, though, remember that all of this will find its way into the archives, in edited and unedited forms, so try to keep your dialogue civil. After all, you don't want to be judged harshly by posterity." Arching an eyebrow, the fox fixed the screen with a look that made Ivan feel as though the fox was addressing him personally. "In other words, don't be a dick. Ah, and speaking of dicks...and everything else besides..."

Where Ivan could have sworn was just a blank wall, seams suddenly formed, before a door opened outward. Almost immediately, a massive, burly bear walked in, a ruddy-furred grizzly, not bothering with the social niceties of clothes to cover his immensely powerful body, complete with a solid, sixpacked musclegut. In one hand he gripped a rope, and the other end of that rope was tied to the waist of the video's main attraction: a young, scared-looking rabbit.

"Before you go pestering me," the fox said with a warm smile at the camera as the skinny little bunny was pulled gently, almost unresistingly, toward the middle of the room, flanked on either by nearly identical grey wolves (Ivan figured they had to be twins, they looked so alike), and followed close behind by a lithe leopard, none of them bothering with the necessity of clothing any more than the bear, even though the rabbit himself was still sporting a ratty t-shirt and shorts, "yes, tonight's main course is of legal age. You can check the documentation for yourself if you're worried about such matters, or just want to know the details of our soon-to-be meal. They're all on the main site, to ensure that everything we do here is on the up-and-up, legally-speaking. He's a bit malnourished, poor thing, which has left him undersized...but then, isn't that why the Predation Laws exist?"

"Please," whimpered the poor bunny, his eyes somehow looking almost cartoonishly large thanks to a splash of black fur across one ear and the eye below it as he raised his bound hands pleadingly. "Please, mister fox, don't eat me."

Ivan ached at the sound of the rabbit's voice. It was sweet, a light tenor's voice, with a musical quality to it. Immediately, his mouth started to water at the thought of hearing such a voice begging him_for mercy, setting off dark, primitive instincts he'd long thought suppressed. Gritting his teeth, the wolf shoved a particularly large bite of meat into his mouth, hoping Rex didn't notice...well, _things.

Things like the bulge in the front of his shorts.

Giving a short cry as he saw the bear reach toward him with his thick, clawed fingers, the bunny flinched back...but the only thing the bear cut was the rope holding the bunny's wrists tied in front of him. For a moment the young rabbit blinked, something almost like hope rising into his expression. But then the wolves grabbed his arms, lifting them above his head, and the rabbit just lay his head back on his shoulders, looking up toward the ceiling with a soft whimper while the bear closed in from the front, the leopard taking up the rear, their hands slowly, gently peeling his shirt up and his shorts down, laying his smooth, skinny body bare to the room, and the countless viewers watching at home.

"Heh," the fox chuckled, reaching down to squeeze one of the rabbit's buns. "A black patch on your butt, while almost all the rest of you is a creamy tan. Cute." He leaned in from behind, the leopard moving slightly to make room, and kissed the bunny just above his black-splashed eye, his hands almost lovingly caressing the surrounded little rabbit. "Strap him to the altar," he murmured, running his muzzle through the rabbit's visibly soft fur. "It's time for us to begin our fun."

As the fox stepped back, and the four far larger carnivores closed in, the poor, doomed bunny had only a moment to look at the camera, an expression of ultimate despair etched on his adorable features. Then rough, powerful hands were gripping his limbs, and he gave a choked sob as he was easily lifted up above their leads, struggling feebly in midair as the four slowly turned him as he lay on his back in their clutches, letting the camera catch every angle of their delicious-looking victim. His sweet-voiced pleas seemingly ignored (though a glance below the waists of the carnivores made it obvious they were having an effect, even if it wasn't the one the rabbit wanted), the four males carried the softly-sobbing herbivore toward a table perfectly-sized for a rabbit, its surface padded with soft white leather, its lower parts a solid mass, making it look very much like an altar. Probably the reason the fox called it that, Ivan reasoned.

"It always amazes me how few people read the directions," the fox said with a chuckle, glancing toward the camera before he turned the main of his attention toward the still weakly-struggling rabbit as he was lowered onto the altar, each of his wrists and ankles firmly in the grip of a much larger and far-stronger male. "We've got them all listed on the entry point to the site, along with links to the government site where you can learn all about the Predation Laws. But, since we have so many new subscribers tonight, and since I don't like to leave people confused if I can help it - including, I might add, our little victim - I suppose I'll need to explain a few things."

Walking toward the rabbit as, one by one, the carnivores surrounding him clapped his limbs into sturdy-looking metal restraints, padded on the inside the prevent the chafing of their prisoner's limbs, the fox continued to speak, even as he came to a stop next to the altar and its helpless, splayed-out occupant. The rabbit could only look up with a trembling lower lip and steadily-growing horror on his face as he heard his fate discussed so matter-of-factly.

"First, in case there is any sort of mistake, you are watching a pred site: a website where cruel, wicked, hungry carnivores capture a sweet, innocent victim, usually an herbivore, to be their prey, and then do a variety of horrible things to the doomed little captive. Usually these horrible things include sex." He ran a surprisingly gentle hand along the trembling bunny's slim chest, looking down at the helpless male with an almost tender smile. "But that's just the stereotype. I share it because there will probably be some very rough things taking place here, eventually, and I don't want anyone to be subjected to something they don't want to see.

He looked back up toward the camera.

"Let's start with the basis of sites like this, though: the Predation Laws," the fox continued, his hand stroking its way down the now-still rabbit's naked body, fingers brushing through so-soft fur. "An astonishing number of our viewers are herbivores, and an even more astonishing number of them actually don't know much about the laws that govern their lives. So here's a quick summary: because of the rapid breeding rates of herbivores, rampant overpopulation, epidemics of crime, outbreaks of disease, and overwhelming starvation that have all many times come close to causing the collapse of whole governments, the Predation Laws have been enforced. Though well-off herbivores, like my typical viewers, can afford to be registered on a non-prey list for an annual fee about equivalent to buying insurance, the overwhelming majority of herbivores, and a much smaller number of carnivores as well, can't afford the price. Most of you have probably grown up with your parents paying for your registration until you could earn your own money. That's quite normal, and allows those on the list to grow up in safety and prosperity, free of fear. Such areas where the registered live are about as close to utopia as I suppose can be managed in this imperfect world of ours. Herbivores and carnivores, living together in peace.

"But," said the fox, showing his very sharp, white teeth as he looked down at the spread-eagled bunny on the altar beneath him, his hand pausing just above the poor boy's genitals, "then there are the unfortunate majority, like our delicious little guest star here. After capturing potential prey, there's a waiting period of roughly twenty-four hours, during which this little rabbit has been stewing, metaphorically speaking of course, in a cell just across the hall. If the prey isn't on the registration list, then," he leaned in close, while the bunny sniffled piteously, his eyes starting to fill with tears, "it's perfectly legal for a registered predator to do anything he likes with the prey he's caught. Anything. The only legal requirement is that, at the end, the victim be unable to reproduce."

Once more the fox looked toward the camera, while the rabbit was looking around in alarm as the four carnivores surrounding him began to stroke their powerful hands down his soft-furred arms and legs. They leaned in as they caressed their prey, and Ivan could just barely hear them, their tone that of the sweet whisperings of lovers seducing a potential amour, even though the words themselves were telling the poor little rabbit how delicious he'd be, how mouth-watering he looked - and smelled - and how they'd savor every last bite of his tender flesh. Though still fearful, the bunny also looked confused now as the fox began to lovingly handle the boy's plump sac.

"I'm not going to debate the morality of such laws, or their effects on society," said the fox, smiling down at the rabbit as the boy's cream-furred sheath started to swell, the first hint of pink already peeking out. "I don't want you to do so either. This isn't the place for it. You're all here, just like me and my friends, to enjoy watching a crowd of well-endowed predators and friends gently, even lovingly, abusing an adorable, delicious victim. Soft BDSM, if you will, with the potential for a very hard finish.

"That's where you come in," and now the fox was looking straight at the camera, a lightly teasing smile on his face as he began massaging the rabbit's sheath directly, while the other four carnivores were growing more obviously exited, making the preyboy whimper softly, looking around at them half in fear, half in strange arousal. "You, our subscribers, get to choose what happens to this bunny at the end, as well as being able to make suggestions of fun things you'd like to see en route. Carnivores like us, registered predators, regularly catch and eat prey like our lovely little friend here. Personally, I'm a gourmand, and I love to prepare my meals to perfection, complete with an elegant presentation. Do believe me," he leaned down, and kissed the rabbit on the chest, flicking his tongue over an exposed nipple peeking out through the soft fur, "if you choose it, I will make this sweet one into a culinary masterpiece, and not a single bite of tender meat will be wasted. On the other hand," he added, glancing toward a rack full of collars and leashes, "it's become pretty common for hunters like ourselves to keep a number of what are now called 'preyslaves,' legally registered prey that we just couldn't bring ourselves to eat. A quick vasectomy, or hysterectomy for the females, an operation almost painless with today's medical advances, is all that's needed, and just like that, we've got ourselves a fresh new pet to play with whenever we like. Which of those fates happens to our little friend here, however, depends entirely on you, dear viewers."

The rabbit was obviously listening to everything the fox said, his ears erect, his eyes fixed on the wickedly handsome male's face as he continued to talk, his hand now stroking a rigid bunnycock as erect as the rabbit's ears. Looking down at the bunny, the fox leaned in again, kissing him full on the lips. At first the rabbit tensed, a muffled protest escaping his lips, but then his eyes slowly closed, and he let himself melt into the press of the fox's body against his, the other male smoothly shedding his tastefully expensive shirt, revealing the trim, precisely-sculpted musculature beneath.

"Just relax, little one," the bear, the first of the other carnivores in the room to speak up to that point, said in a deep, soothing voice as he stroked one overwhelming paw up and down the bunny's belly, then over his hip. "We do not do this because we hate you, or want you to suffer. We will play with you, and we will have sex with you, and, perhaps, we will eat you. But we do this out of love, not hate."

"We've been stalking you for almost a month now, kidogo moja," the leopard purred in an enchantingly soporific voice, low and sultry and so very, very masculine, before leaning in to deliver a kiss to one of the rabbit's thighs, making the boy's leg twitch in its restraints. "We've watched you, studied you, memorized everything about you. Everything. We have grown to love you, in our way. In the way only felt between the predator and the prey. You have spoken to us in the language of death, the language that transcends language. Those who speak this language can know immediately when the prey will accept its fate, or if it is not yet ready to surrender."

"And you," said the fox, slowly breaking the kiss, letting a trailer of saliva link his lips to the rabbit's, until it broke when he shifted his muzzle slightly, "you were ready to become our prey. You didn't even struggle when we surrounded you, seized you, bound you. Didn't try more than a token attempt to run. Didn't try to escape while you waited for the results of the background check. Didn't fight us, not really, even as we led you into what you were sure was going to be our kitchen. You've looked pitiful, certainly, sniffling and whimpering and crying, and even begging us to spare your life, but you should know by now that all this does is excite us. Your displays awaken all the deepest, darkest, most primitive emotions in us carnivores. And now," he stroked his slender muzzle across the boy's fluffy cheek, "now we're going to devour you, in all the very best ways. Just like true lovers should."

Hearing the bunny's sweet cry as those large, powerful, well-endowed carnivores descended on him, watching his supple young body arch as they mauled his sweet form with their strong hands, before the fox's muzzle engulfed the boy's smooth pink penis, taking it right to the roots, Ivan sat, mesmerized by the spectacle, his now-empty plate forgotten on the coffee table before him. This was something primal, an intimate moment that seemed all the more obscene - in all the best ways - for being shared with outsiders, even if they did take the form of anonymous viewers. The wolf twins were lapping the bunny's balls, and then dipped their heads lower, the camera (which Ivan realized had to be remotely controlled, probably by the fox himself, using those glasses he was still wearing) following the natural movements of their muzzles as they probed deeper, smooth pink tongues lashing against the barely-visible button of tense pink flesh that marked the rabbit's tailhole. Then the camera was panning upward, to where the leopard and the bear were taking turns violating the poor little cutie's mouth with their muzzles, each of the powerful predators alternating between kissing the boy until his cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed, looking like he was heavily under the influence - drunk on passion. While one had his turn kissing the bound, prone boy, the other greedily mauled his erect nipples, even sometimes biting one or the other, making the delicious-looking prey wail into the muzzle of the male ravishing his lips.

Nothing could have pulled Ivan's wide-eyed gaze from the screen right then. Nothing, that is, except the sudden feel of someone pulling down his shorts, and wrapping a slightly trembling hand around his painfully-swollen erection.

"Rex..." Ivan got out, voice tense, stunned to see his best friend stroking his big, black-skinned cock, shiny with natural lubrication and copious precum that was already starting to flow freely. Rex lay on his side, head draped across Ivan's lap, his eyes alternating between looking up at the screen, where the little bunny was being forcibly held down by the wolf twins, keeping him from humping the fox's muzzle, ending their fun before they were ready, and looking down, watching his own fingers stroking up and down the rigid black shaft, clear fluids already matting down the fur of each black-nailed digit.

"I'm going to vote that they cook and eat the little guy," the deer said, his voice sounding distant, like he was in some kind of trance. "They had two pigs, a brother and sister pair, two weeks ago, and they weren't even tied up when they got slid into the oven, they were just that willing. A month before that, it was some kitty, a poor, starved-looking little cutie. The viewers decided to have that one kept as a preyslave, and sometimes they shoot filler webisodes where they play with him, but...but it just wasn't the same." He looked up into his best friend's eyes. "I think it's the ultimate expression of love, Ive. The eating, I mean. When it's done the right way." He motioned to the screen with his free hand. "The way these guys do it. But they've had lots of practice."

What could Ivan say in response to something like that? His friend was crazy! He just had to be! But...but...somehow what he said made sense. Not in any sort of rational way. Thinking it through with his head, even a little, made Ivan want to scream at Rex, to shake him, to break him out of this dangerous, destructive path of self-annihilation. If he just let himself feel, though...well, that was different.

Unable to form any sort of coherent response to his deer-friend's words, or to the events playing out on the screen, Ivan let his mouth fall slightly open, his tongue lolling out as he began to pant, while Rex slowly, experimentally, closed his lips around the seeping tip of the other male's penis. Lying on his side as he was, the deer was able to alternate watching the screen and Ivan's face as he began to bob his head, the nostrils of his black-padded nose flaring as he took in his best friend's heady scent - the scent of a strong, healthy carnivore. Forbidden fruit to a tender morsel like him. Forbidden...but oh so sweet.

On the screen, the bear was helping pull down the fox's pants, letting Ivan see that, at least for this guy, what they said about foxes was very true. Smoothly, gracefully, he shifted his body over the rabbit, his hips thrusting downward, pushing his throbbing red penis into the helpless boy's unresisting mouth. On automatic now, the rabbit started sucking on foxmeat, the same way the fox had been servicing him only moments before, and just like leopard and grizzly were now serving him as they took over where their friend had left off.

"Good boy," the fox murmured, leaning in as the bear pulled off with a 'pop,' and before the leopard had taken over fellating the wriggling rabbit, to briefly kiss the bunny's cocktip. "Good little preyboy. You know your place, don't you? All your life, you've been running and hiding. Working desperate, dead-end jobs, trying day after day to make ends meet, slowly killing yourself at the minimum wage. Stealing where you could, from whoever you could, but only because it was the only way you had to get even that little bit ahead...especially when your neighbors would steal from you in turn, for the very same reasons. But now," he slid backward, reaching down as he did so to carefully guide the bunny's head back as well, until the boy's ears drooped over the edge of the altar, his face tilted almost completely upside-down to continue suckling on the fox's cock as the red-furred male continued to thrust his hips, careful not to choke the smaller male, "now you don't have to fight against the hopeless odds anymore. We've caught you at last, and now, one way or the other, all your troubles are over."

At a slight motion of the fox's muzzle, his four friends moved their hands to the bunny's limbs, and the rabbit blinked in confusion as the fox pulled his penis free of the boy's short muzzle, leaving a little squirt of precum across the bridge of his wiggling pink nose. A moment later, the predators all around unlocked the shackles on the boy's wrists and ankles, freeing him, their hands briefly massaging the imprisoned parts of the younger male, before they all stood back, surrounding him with their captivating presences, but otherwise leaving him untouched, unrestrained.

"You can leave now," the fox continued, motioning in the general direction of the hidden door through which the others in the room had entered. "You can pull on your ratty clothes, and walk right out and back to your dead-end job and miserable, friendless life. We won't stop you. But think about what's waiting for you out there. And think about what's waiting for you here." He leaned down as the rabbit sat up, looking around in bewilderment, and gently stroked the bunny's back. "If you stay here, maybe you'll be eaten. Even if you're not, we'll have to remove your ability to breed. Either way, it's a sort of death, a complete removal from the gene pool.

"But before you decide, I promise you, just like Valentin said, we will love you, no matter what. Everything we will do to you will only be an expression of that love. Can you really say the same is waiting for you back in your old life?"

Swallowing and wetting his dry lips, Ivan grit his teeth as he looked down at his best friend. Rex had his hand wrapped around Ivan's knot, squeezing right behind the swollen bulb, fooling the wolf's body into thinking that he'd tied with a female, even as the deer had his slender, elegant muzzle pressed right up to the other side of the wolf's knot. And those eyes...just looking down into those worshipful, adoring eyes made Ivan ache.

"Yeah," he finally got out, voice husky as he placed one big paw on his best friend's head, right between his splayed ears. "I do love you, Rex. Maybe I always have."

Up on the screen, the rabbit had made his choice, and was kneeling on the floor, greedily sucking on swollen bearcock while jacking off the wolves, one rigid pink prick in each hand. Behind him, waiting their turns, the fox and leopard were stroking each other, smiling down at the eager little preyboy. The fox's expression, especially, still had that predatory wickedness, the cruel charm that made foxes so infamous, but there was something more to both their expressions as well. Something almost tender. Something that made Ivan believe them when they said that they loved the little rabbit.

One by one, the rabbit tasted the heavily-leaking pricks of every one of those five carnivorous males, bobbing his head rapidly, hungrily, almost like a predator himself, feasting on meat more sweet and juicy than the steak Ivan had finished. The camera panned in, focusing on the bunny's back, especially on those toned, tight buns, and the clearly-visible dimples to either side of his fluffy cotton tail, and then up to his face, his expression eager, earnest, needy as he looked up into the face of each carnivore he serviced, moaning sluttily as he bobbed his head, faster and faster until, suddenly, his eyes widened, cheeks puffing out as his mouth was filled to the brim, and often quite a bit more, by a veritable geyser of carnivore cum.

As the camera panned over the rabbit, looking down at his face, squirts of cum splattering his cheeks and the black patch on his face as he raised his hands, eager to catch every last drop, mouth open, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded as he grew drunk on the wicked taste of predator spunk, Ivan grunted deep in his throat, gripping Rex's antlers in his hands, his hips lifting from the couch. The deer's eyes widened in shock at how forceful his big, gentle best friend was being, and whimpered softly, his own penis so hard right then, intoxicating wolfcum splashing over his tastebuds, the expression on Ivan's face burned into his brain, it actually hurt.

Was this what it was like to be prey?

No wonder so many became willing victims.

Squealing, the bunny up on the screen wriggled, still on his knees, as the predators closed in on him, surrounding him, greedy tongues and eager hands exploring every part of his body. The fox shamelessly turned his red-furred rump toward the camera as he went to all-fours, tail draped slightly to the side, exposing his clearly-defined testicles in their white-furred sheath as he hungrily went down on the cute little male, hungry eyes watching the boy's face as his hips bucked, his limbs only barely held still by the powerful beasts all around him. Rex knew just what the rabbit must feel, hyper-sensitive with the musk of bestial seed splashed all over his upper body, even as strange, exotic tongues licked him clean. He knew the feeling because it was Ivan who knelt next to him, both of them now on their knees as the dark-furred wolf hungrily kissed his deer friend, not caring in the slightest about the taste of his own spunk still on the other male's tongue.

Growling with his own savage, primal hunger, Ivan pushed Rex to the plush carpet of the apartment and grinned down into his best friend's beautiful face.

"You want that, don'tcha?" he got out, voice almost too husky with feral emotions to be readily understood, his muzzle shifting slightly to indicate the screen, where the bunny was wailing loudly, hips bucking wildly as he came into the fox's greedy muzzle, the skilled male easily swallowing down every drop, his neck working as he drank down clearly-visible gulps of bunnycum. Those wails were swiftly muffled as the leopard closed his mighty jaws around the rabbit's throat, razor-sharp fangs just stopping shy of actually penetrating tender flesh (for rabbitskin was _very_sensitive indeed), while the bear brutalized the boy's mouth with a sloppy kiss, which the rabbit returned without hesitation, at least as much as his prey's delirium allowed.

"Yes," Rex whispered, biting his lower lip. "I want to be your prey, Ive."

"But you're," Ivan growled, then cleared his throat, wrapping one hamfisted hand around his friend's throbbing penis, "you're no skinny preyboy, Rex. You're strong, and healthy, and handsome, and rich. You've got a bright future, and your whole life ahead of you. You don't need to be prey, not like the kid up there on the screen."

"It just feels right," Rex tried to explain, his ears turning down shyly. "Being taken, claimed, giving up all my worries, and just...giving in." He looked into his best friend's amber eyes. "Giving in...to you."

Seizing both their penises, his swiftly regaining its erection, in one large paw, Ivan kissed Rex like a starving beast, pumping his hand as he squeezed their cocks together. Both friends and lovers allowed themselves to divide their attention between each other and the screen, however, where the camera angle had shifted to get a nice closeup of the fox as he plunged his well-lubricated shaft into the bunny's achingly snug pink tailhole, the boy's legs resting on the fox's shoulders, his arms wrapped around the larger male's neck. Ivan took this as inspiration, kissing and nibbling his way down Rex's chest as he gently leaned his friend back onto the carpet, then took a firm hold on the young stag's slender ankles, lifting them, pushing Rex's knees back toward his chest.

"You ready for this?" he asked, hesitating for a moment, not wanting to hurt his new lover.

"Predators don't ask what the prey wants," Rex replied with a naughty smirk. "They take what they want from their prey. And I, dearest Ive, am your prey."

Eyes wild now, Ivan _lunged_forward, his shaft burying itself in Rex's tailhole, while the deer cried out loudly, eyes and mouth wide, hands going desperately for the shoulders of his friend as Ivan pressed Rex's knees up against the other male's sleek chest. Thrusting almost straight down, Ivan didn't hold anything back, didn't even try, as he bared his sharp white teeth, his face showing all the tension of his passion as veins stood out all over his heavily-muscled body, his neck bulging with rich heartblood rushing down to his throbbing prick as he began to _pound_Rex like there was no tomorrow, or yesterday for that matter. The swiftly-swelling bubble of his knot popped in and out of Rex's clenching backside, while his heavy balls slapped against the downy soft underside of the other male's fluffy while undertail.

While Ivan was fighting to keep a last vestige of self-control, to force himself to slow down a little, to draw out his savage humping, to someone turn it into more gentle, sweet lovemaking for their first time, the rabbit on the screen arched like a bow, his cum jetting upward even as the fox gave a deep-throated grunt, knot stopping just short of tying with the wriggling rabbit, so as not to bring the action to a halt while they waited for it to stop swelling. Grimacing in pleasure so intense, it was almost pain, as the bunny's _tight_tailhole quivered around his throbbing shaft, the fox suddenly snarled, then bit down on the rabbit's chest, hard enough this time to actually pierce soft, delicate flesh! Screaming as a trickle of blood began to flow (the wound itself wasn't serious, as a second glance would make obvious, but that hardly mattered in the shock of the moment), the rabbit's legs began kicking violently, thrusting straight up as they rested against the fox's shoulders, his whole body going into a series of almost epileptic thrashing as he came until his balls could produce no more cum at that moment. Hardly a problem for long, of course, since rabbit's had almost no refractory period, but the sight of that adorable pink penis twitching in a series of dry orgasms was almost too intense to be endured.

"You're holding back, Ive," Rex panted, looking up with heavy-lidded bedroom eyes into the face of the powerful predator buried almost to the hilt in his well-stretched tailhole.

"I'll show you who's holding back!" Ivan snarled in response, grabbing Rex's shoulder and roughly flipping the stag onto all-fours, before shoving his cheek to the carpet with one hand, the other delivering a powerful smack to the deer's toned bottom, leaving a bright red mark that was clearly visible through the snowy white fur of his backside, making Rex cry out in shock. Then Ivan was humping Rex again, grunting and huffing as he covered the young man's sleek-muscled back with his chest and belly, hips working like the pistons of a steam locomotive.

The rabbit wasn't getting any respite either, as it turned out, for the moment the fox pulled out, the wolf twins stepped forward, each of them taking hold of one of the bunny's legs, lifting him up like a wishbone. For a moment the poor boy looked as though he was worried they'd actually split him in half like a real wishbone...but the wolves had a far more pleasurable way of splitting wriggly boy bunnies in half, as they soon demonstrated. Realizing what was about to happen far too late to do anything about it, the rabbit's eyes opened wide, the one covered by the black splotch looking especially large and shocked, as the twins pushed him down onto their cocks - both of them at once!

Gripping one of Rex's wrists with one big hand, holding it behind the deer's back, while the other gripped the handsome stag's antlers, the force of holding Rex's head up also serving to make his back arch, keeping his whole body nice and taut, especially his gripping tailhole, Ivan was breathing hard now. He wanted this to last, to savor every sweaty, passionate moment of plundering his best friend's - his prey's! - tailhole for the first time before he came, but the intensity of the experience was getting to him. There was just no way he'd be able to last long, not now. Little did Ivan know, however, but Rex was feeling the same way: he was only seconds away from the most intense sexual experience of his life!

"Rex!" barked Ivan, and suddenly his knot popped past the buck's tailring, locking them together as his cocktip started to spurt copious wolfcum into the handsome male's butt. Rex couldn't form any coherent words by that point, not even his best friend's name, but his cry, coupled with the gush of his own juices onto the carpet, soaking the plush material quite thoroughly, spoke volumes far more eloquently than any words ever could.

Lying on their sides, breathing hard as they basked in their afterglow, both males' eyes were glued to the screen; not that they could go anywhere for a while, after all, not with Ivan's knot solidly buried in Rex's backside, with no signs of softening anytime soon. The rabbit was far beyond all caring by that point as the wolves double-buggered him, lying on their sides, letting the rabbit grip the fur of their muscular chests as they worked their hips, alternating strokes so as not to make the bunny pop in a bad way. The leopard, meanwhile, availed himself of the boy's wide open mouth, filling it right up with barbed catcock, grinning down at the whimpering little cutie as he gripped both the boy's ears in one mighty paw, the other hand resting just above his buttocks as he plundered the smaller male's mouth.

Within minutes, the rough treatment seemed to have its effect, as surely as Ivan's savagery had blown Rex's mind: the bunny came, hard, his whole body visibly clenching up, legs kicking feebly in the grasp of the twins. This wasn't the end, though - far from it! The three predators, it seemed, were just getting warmed up, laughing at the boy's orgasm in their deep, commanding voices, the sound of that cruel predator's laughter almost as potent an aphrodisiac as their forbidden pheromones.

"They're gonna ruin that poor little guy," Rex said, but there wasn't any sympathy in his voice, only awe and eagerness as he leaned forward slightly, eyes wide as he watched the bunny cum for the second time under the threeway onslaught on his far smaller body. "There's just no way..."

Whataver Rex had been about to say couldn't possibly happen was never uttered, as the wolves suddenly began to speed up. The bunny was just too tight, and even tighter when he came! That second orgasm from the kid had pushed them over the limits of their endurance, and in moments, heavy balls slapping together, making the rabbit's balls bounce in time, the twins snarled in unison, snapping frantically at the air as gouts of cum escaped the tight seal of the bunny's impossibly-stretched tailhole. Grinning like a jungle savage, the leopard jerked the boy's head closer, using his ears like a joystick, until he was plugging the rabbit's airway, his laughter cruel in the poor boy's ears as he also began to cum, drawing out his orgasm all the more with the smaller, weaker male's desperate struggles for air, which set his entire body to spasming.

Ivan started to thrust gently into Rex from behind as they lay there, eyes fixed on the poor little rabbit as the cruel carnivores let him tumble, completely limp and empty-eyed, to the floor of the chamber, his penis floppy and limp and still leaking cum from his many, many orgasms. Standing over him, jerking their cocks, the leopard and the twins made sure to work out the last dregs of their ongoing orgasms, splattering the boy's body with thick, potent carnivore spunk. Despite the roughness of the sex acts they'd witnessed, however, Ivan was tender with Rex, loving, resting his chin on the other male's shoulder as he hugged him from behind, holding him close.

"I love you, Rex," the charcoal-furred wolf whispered softly in his best friend's ear.

"Me too," Rex replied, leaning back into his lover's strong body.

Now it was the bear's turn, and soon his looming presence made the rabbit look up, half-dazed and half still aroused. If the many viewers of the feed were expecting the burly grizzly to sexually maul the adorable little bunny, however, they were surely sorely disappointed. Instead, the bruin gently scooped up the cum-soaked cutie in his powerful arms, cuddling him close as he seated himself on the padded altar where they'd bound the boy at the start.

"You okay?" asked the bear, stroking the bunny's back, then letting the smaller male rape over his knees, face down, showing off his delightfully heart-shaped tushie (a common feature among many herbivores; it was well known that the prey species had the hottest butts, perhaps a major reason why predators liked chasing them so much) for the camera. The black splash over one cheek was clearly visible at this angle, especially as the bear began to gently palpate the little rabbit's other buttock.

Unable to speak right then, still gasping for breath, the bunny just smiled tiredly up at the massive male, letting his head bob twice.

"We're about at the end now, kid," the bear continued, his expression not at all unkindly as he continued to fondle the boy draped over his lap, smiling as the bunny pressed back into his touch. "The viewers are gonna start voting on what to do with you while I'm working my bearprick into your hiney. All that rough stuff from before? It was just to loosen you up for this bad boy," he continued, motioning with his muzzle to the shaft over which the rabbit was resting. Looking underneath himself, the rabbit's eyes widened at what he saw, obviously impressed.

"You're...really big, sir," he said in that soft, sweet, musical voice. Then he blinked, a thought coming to him. "So you're gonna cook and eat me after you finish?"

"If that's what the viewers wanna see, yeah," the bear admitted, rubbing the boy's lower back now, each of his long strokes making the bunny's back arch a little, drawing his back dimples into greater visibility. "Don't worry, though: it won't hurt. I'm the head chef around here, and I can promise you, you'll be awake, at most, for a minute, maybe two, before you'll pass right out and start to sizzle. We've all done this lots of times, and we know just what we're doing."

"Unless, of course, the viewers want to see our little bunnyfriend return for filler episodes," added the fox with that old, familiar, wicked grin. "We've got a small cast of 'guest stars' around the place already, but there's always room for one more. Especially one as responsive as you are."

"I don't think I'll mind being cooked," the rabbit said in a meditative tone, his thoughts clear in the calm of afterglow from his last sexual ordeal. "Or being a slave, I guess. Either way, I'll have purpose, won't I? Something...something more'n just trying to scratch and scrape to live every day. No, not living: surviving," he added, almost spitting out the word, before he gasped softly, one of the bear's blunt-clawed fingers slipping into his tailhole. "It's," he swallowed, and continued, "it's not really living unless you've got a purpose. I've felt more fulfilled here, knowing I'm going to be eaten at any moment, than I have all the rest of my life." He lowered his head submissively, looking up at the fox, the leader of the group. "I won't resist, no matter what gets decided. Actually, I'll welcome it, whatever the future brings."

As the bear positioned the rabbit on all-fours on the altar, putting the boy's bottom almost on a level with the standing male's horse-sized shaft, Rex smiled dreamily, and picked up his keyboard, sitting on the coffee table next to the remote. Blinking, Ivan watched his friend put in his vote.

"You want 'em to cook the bunny?" the wolf said incredulously.

"Roast him, actually," Rex replied. "I think the 'suckling pig' arrangement is the most sexy position for prey while it cooks. The way it makes the butt stick out and up," he sighed happily, snuggling back against his best friend. "Ooh yeah."

"You're nuts, Rex," Ivan chuckled, stroking the deer's chest and belly, right down to the pubic parts. "Way kinky, though."

Both their eyes fixed on the massive bearcock at its heavy glans teased the rabbit's tailhole, the votes tallying in on the comment box at the base of the screen, before the rabbit pushed back into the bear's first tentative thrust, happily impaling himself with a squeal of erotic joy.

"You know what would be even more kinky?" Rex asked, smiling over his shoulder at his friend and lover.

Ivan was all ears.

* * *

"Tonight's menu includes a very special item," said the wickedly charming fox, giving the camera his very best sharp-toothed smile. "And we've got an equally very special guest star to join us as well."

The camera panned back, revealing a handsome buck, most likely in his early twenties, wearing only a pair of expensive khaki shorts, his bare chest broad and sleek and sculpted, his face a key component of some of the best wet dreams. The buck was seated on an open-backed chair, his wrists bound behind him, making his chest thrust out just a little bit more, enhancing his eye candy value. All it took was a glance to tell that, even though the handsome young male was nervous and a little embarrassed, his ears turned down in the corvine equivalent of an adorable blush, he was also all too eager for whatever was to come: his khakis were heavily tented, the clear evidence of a raging erection, the dark stain at the apex of that tenting an even more clear witness.

Standing next to the chair, one hand gripping the buck's shoulder reassuringly, was a burly, dark-furred wolf, naked, as was traditional for the predators in the passion play about to unfold. His expression bespoke his feelings for the helpless preyboy tied to the chair, and when the buck looked up at him, anyone with eyes could see that the feelings were mutual.

"While I only eat willing prey," the fox continued with a light chuckle, walking to the other side of the buck, "I don't think I've ever had a victim volunteer before. This is certainly a first for me...not an unwelcome one, though. No," he added, leaning down to nuzzle the buck's ear. "Not one bit. Our victim, you should know, is a really nice guy, an all-star athlete, excellent scholar, and about as far from the usual desperate victims I have on this feed as you can get. He's here with his best friend and dearest lover," the fox smiled at the dark wolf with an acknowledging nod, "to act out the buck's deepest, darkest, most urgent fantasies. So," the fox fixed the camera with that wonderfully wicked grin one more time, "shall we begin?"

The fox turned that grin toward Rex, and the buck could only squirm, whimpering softly: the red-furred male looked so hot when he did that! And then Ivan was looking at him too, giving him that same smoldering expression that always left him weak in the knees and hard in the cock.

Whatever happened next, Rex knew that it would be everything he could ever hope for. Everything, and much, much more.