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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

Roger Kain was a bully, he always had been ever since his first day of school. Always picking on the smaller kids, especially the herbivores and prey species as he thought they were beneath him. Not a day went by where he wasn't stealing their lunch money and being the stereotypical mean kid to everyone else just because he won the genetic lottery and grew bigger and stronger than his classmates. The Lynx was also considered a looker as well, a string of gorgeous girlfriends that were convinced they could change the bad boy, at least until he started nicking little things here and there, or worse, using their credit cards to purchase illegal items and substances online.

Lately however it seemed that karma was finally catching up with the feline, a string of bad investments drained what little savings he'd managed to keep. He was even audited by the IRS, twice for some bogus reason. Okay, perhaps it wasn't for no reason, Roger had fudged a few things on his tax form, but nothing serious worthy of jail time. Will his debt climbing and bills coming in, Rogers construction job barely covered it all.

Sitting at a high stakes poker game with a couple of mutual acquaintances, Roger wore a scowl as he downed the free beer and stared at his hand. This was supposed to be an easy payday to help him get out the hole, but instead he was only digging himself deeper. Staring at his cards he held a straight flush, his lip quivered as he resisted a grin. Looking up at the large white furred bear opposite him, the only other player not to have folded yet, Roger confidently stated "Double or nothing?" on his two and a half grand bet. The polar bear looked up over his cards and gave a single nod, agreeing to the bet.

"Beat that!" Roger exclaimed as he fanned his cards out on the green felt of the poker table, grinning broadly at the large bear whom sat quietly and let him have his moment.

"Royal flush beats your straight flush, sir" the scrawny white mouse dealer announced meekly without lifting his green visor high enough to show his eyes, almost seeming afraid to meet the Lynx's gaze for fear of retribution.

Roger's grin evaporated as he stared at the bear's cards, his two and a half grand bet was now a staggering five grand, this was five and a half grand more than he had in his bank account. The longer he stared in disbelief at the bears cards, the more the bear seemed amused by this until he actually cracked a smile. With a nod at two large furs standing around the edge of the room, they moved to block the doorways just in case the Lynx tried to bolt, which the fear in his eyes suggested he might do.

A very tense hour later, Roger left the illegal poker room mostly intact, a few new bruises hidden in spots that his clothing would hide and a minor limp, but in one piece. A scrunched up contract in his fist stated that he would pay the bear back in full within a weeks' time, or else "there would be consequences" to his actions. His new bruises and limp were just a sample of what those consequences would be, the bear had also informed Roger that he was barred from any other poker games in the city until his debt was paid, the bear and his connections made sure of that.

There was no sleep to be had that night for Roger, pacing in his small one bedroom apartment after hooking up with one of his booty calls, even a good hard fucking wasn't enough to lift his mood. With his balls now empty and his head clear of alcohol, his thoughts became clearer and the reality of his situation began to sink in. There had to be some way to make a quick buck he wasn't thinking off, but he wasn't coming up with anything concrete that would resolve his problem. Sitting on his seat with his head in his hands, Rogers eyes fell upon his laptop laying closed on the little living room table before him. Popping open his laptop and closing the two open tabs of porn before hopping onto Greggslist, Roger began scrolling through the help wanted section. Ignoring most of the ads looking for full time or even part time workers, there were a surprising number of offers for once off workers, though a lot of them sounded unsanitary or just downright unsafe. He'd had some experience with explosives so the advert looking for an expert without the requirement for any references just read like a robbery crew. Deciding he wasn't desperate enough yet to get on the wrong side of the law, the Lynx continued to scroll until an advert caught his eye.

"PBP is looking few new and fresh talent to assist in the production of a new and exciting adult entertainment industry. No prior experience needed, paying competitive rates starting at $2000 for a day's work" the advertisement read.

Roger grinned at the advert, he was considered a ladies man and a pretty good lay at that too. This would be easy money doing something he was good at and enjoyed, plus he'd always wanted to be a pornstar. Taking the required face and body pics the advert requested, he fired off an email with his stats and requested asking price of six thousand dollars. He knew it was a lot more than what the advert had offered, but he was a good looking guy so why shouldn't he get paid what he was asking for?

There was no answer the following day, despite how many times he clicked refresh on his email, nor the second day. Roger began to get an uneasy feeling as his time was running out, sitting in his small apartment and slowly sipping a bear while watching a random porn video of a petite squirrel girl getting dicked down by a large bull, he couldn't manage more than a semi as his mind kept wandering back to his current predicament. With a sigh he tucked his softening length back into his boxers and decided to check his email one last time before heading to bed, to his surprise there was an email waiting for him from the studio.

Scanning over the contents, they regretted to inform him that they were unable to pay his fee of six thousand dollars for one movie, at most they were willing to pay three grand upon completion of the project. However if he was so inclined to complete one and it went well, they might consider making a second one with him. Another provisory being this was a Predator becomes Prey video so his partner on the first movie would be a mouse as the producer wanted to lean into his feline nature. Roger grinned at the mail, not only would he get to fuck in two movies, but he was going to get to nail a petite little mouse girl. He could feel himself getting hard already, his hand fishing his length from his boxers before he even sent his reply agreeing to the terms. Downing the last of his beer, Roger flopped back on his bed and pawed himself off to a messy finish thinking of all the things he was going to do to that poor little mouse girl.

By the time Roger woke up late the following morning, the studios reply was already waiting in his inbox with the details of the location and time he was required to be there. Looking at his watch he realized he was going to be late if he didn't head out immediately. Begrudgingly Roger used his last few bucks on a cab to get across town to the studio, arriving at a rundown building. A grumpy looking old pug sat at the front desk reading a paper, not even bothering to look up when Roger asked if he was in the right place, his question being met with a grunt of affirmation. The mail had stated to go up the stairs and the passage on the right, last door on the right as well.

As he entered the room he was met by a short slick looking weasel holding a hand-held video camera. The small rodent smirked up at the Lynx as he asked "You must be Roger, Herman is in the back sorting out your contract. Have a seat at the desk o'er there mate" nodding back over his shoulder at a small plastic table and chairs.

"Vell vell vell, it seems as if someone really wants you in zis pikture mister Kain" A tall imposing Doberman with a thick German accent said while taking the seat opposite the surprised looking Lynx.

"What do you mean?" Roger asked, barely able to contain his grin. He knew those raunchy pictures he'd sent through would drive the ladies wild with desire for him.

"I haff been given permission to pay you five thoushand dollar cash on completion of zis projekt" Herman stated flatly as he placed the contract down in front of Roger. "It is a cash only offer and only payable on completion, are vee clear?" his tone was harsh, the look on his face said there was no room for bargaining here. While it wasn't as much as he wanted, at least it'd be enough to pay the bear back and not get beaten to a pulp. With a slow nod, Roger signed his name and filled his details on the contract before handing it back to the Doberman.

"Very good, you may strip down to your boxhers and take a seat on ze bed so vee may begin" Herman nodded over at the round rotating bed covered in a gaudy zebra pattern covering. Passing by the high definition big camera on the tripod, Roger saw a large crocodile behind the curtain alongside a small fox waiting patiently. The fox taking his clothes and folding them neatly to be placed one side as Roger stripped down to nothing but his boxers. Sitting at the edge of the bed, the weasel moved up behind the big camera with Herman taking a seat behind him holding a whiteboard and marker pen.

"Please state your full name, current relationship status and sexual preferences for the camera" the weasel started.

"My name is Roger Kain, it means 'famous spear', I am currently single and I love the ladies!" Roger smirked for the camera, grabbing his bulge as he mentioned the meaning of his name. The weasel and crocodile merely smirked at this.

"Ever done porn before?" he continued on.

"No, but I've fucked enough women in private, I thought it was time to share my gifts with the world" the smug Lynx continued, only earning broader grins from the weasel and crocodile.

"So you know this video is called 'Predator becomes Prey' right?" the weasel asked with a grin that gave Roger an uneasy feeling as he nodded yes. "Good, so...ever been with a guy?"

"What? Hell no, I don't like dudes!" Roger exclaimed, his hackles raising. Behind the weasel Herman just smirked as he raised a wad of cash and casually flipped his thumb through it before scribbling "$5000" on his whiteboard. This shut Roger up pretty quickly, his attention being drawn by the appearance of a scrawny looking white mouse standing in front of the fox whose head was clearly bobbing back and forth at his crotch.

Roger's nose wrinkled at the sight of some random guy getting head from another dude, but at least the mouse looked like a woman from behind, even had a nice enough butt he supposed. Turning his glare back to the weasel he gave a grumbling "He's got a nice enough ass, I suppose for five grand I could fuck him..." the Lynx stated flatly. His heart sinking as even Herman chuckled at that.

"Oh no dear boy, ze mouse is here to fuck you!" Herman grinned with a lecherous wink.

Roger stared hard at Herman for a long moment, as if trying to set the Doberman on fire with his mind. His gaze eventually turning back to the small scrawny mouse, barely reaching up to Roger's shoulder. "Surely that little dude can't be that big, would be like sticking a finger in myself" the Lynx pondered, even the fox bobbing before him didn't seem to be moving very far back and forth, must not be much to work with. "Fine...I'll do it" Roger finally agreed, just as the mouse gave a squeak off to the side. An embarrassed looking fox smiling and panting apologetically at Herman as he wiped cum from his lips.

It was then the mouse turned around with a grin to face Roger, sporting a rather large and softening length that dwarfed even the felines. What was a cock that size doing on a tiny mouse, Roger's mind screamed to him. It had to be easy ten inches and pretty thick too, something he expected to see on a horse of some sort, only with a more rounded and normal looking tip thankfully. Even the mouse's balls were pretty impressive for his size, rivaling Roger's it seemed. Finally managing to tear his gaze away from the rodent's crotch, he finally met the mouse's eyes and frowned, he looked oddly familiar. Could this be the same mouse from the card game, he began to wonder before being snapped back to reality by the mouse calling his name and pointing at the spot before him on the floor.

"Get on your knees, Roger" the mouse stated simply, a harsh edge to his words that almost seemed personal. This confused Roger as he had never met the dealer mouse before the other night, so why did he seem so angry with the feline?

"Suck my dick, little kitty" the rodent sneered down at him, gripping his softening cock and tapping it against Roger's nose, dripping a little of his seed still clinging to his tip across his snout in the process. The feeling and smell of another man's cum on his face nearly made Roger retch on the spot, but again Herman simply raised the wad of cash and flipped his finger through it to remind the feline what was at stake here.

Begrudgingly Roger opened his mouth for the mouse, though he didn't stop growling as the rodent fed him his soft ten inches. He even grabbed Roger's sensitive ears and held his nose against white crotchfur as his throat fluttered and squeezed around the invading member now blocking his airway. A small part of Roger had new found respect for some of his booty calls that had managed to deep throat him, this wasn't as easy as they made it look. The mouse clicking his tongue and shaking his head at Roger as he tried to grip the rodents hips and push him back, his growling softening into an almost pleading whimper as the mouse held his mouth balls deep down on his still soft cock.

"See that fox over there? He's a friend of mind, he owes me a favor so he let me blow my first load down his throat so I'd take longer to get hard and cum the second time. This is going to be a long day for you, Roger...I have a lot of payback to dish out" The mouse whispered down to the stunned looking Lynx.

"Oh shit!" Roger thought to himself, no wonder the mouse looked so familiar. It was "little" Marty Ruell, the kid he'd bullied all throughout his school career. He'd even managed to fuck Marty's mom after he left for college and left her all alone, taking advantage of her empty nest syndrome. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to take those pictures of him fucking the matronly old white mouse from behind and posting it all over InstaRam.

Marty's grin grew broader as recognition bloomed in Roger's eyes, the mouse loving every second of choking his school bully on his dick. "Not so 'little' Marty now, huh? How's that mousey dick feel on your tonsils, asshole?" he hissed in triumph as he pulled back just enough to let Roger gasp for breath, but slammed his hips back against his muzzle as he tried to speak. Roger's words coming out as a gurgle as his mouth and throat were filled Marty's surprisingly massive cock which was starting to swell rapidly now.

Roger didn't know what to do, which was the worse fate here. Let the dweeb he used to bully back in school fuck him like a common bitch, or call it quits and take his chances with the bear? As if to answer his question, Marty nudged his sore knee with a foot, sending a flash of pain through the feline and causing him to wince around his mouthful of dick. Looking up at Marty, the little shit just winked knowingly as if confirming what Roger already knew. He would have to go through with this, it was the lesser of two evils in this case, hopefully less painful at least.

Finally Marty withdrew his throbbing thick pink dick from the Lynx's maw, letting him gasp for air and cough while wiping his muzzle with the back of a hand as he glared up at the rodent. Marty simply smirked at him before stating "Knees on the floor and bend over the bed" with a firm tone. Roger felt the blood drain from his face at the command, his eyes dropping to the thick pink cock pulsing and throbbing before him. He knew what came next, he'd done it to enough dates to know; only this time he was the bitch about to be fucked. With lead in his limbs, Roger crawled over to the bed and leaned over it as directed. Hissing as he felt Marty's hands smack down roughly on his cheeks before removing his boxers and spreading them for the camera. He could hear the zoom on the big camera as it got a close up of his virgin behind, the weasel chuckling as it clenched when Marty brushed a slick fingertip across it.

"I'm going to enjoy this, fucking your ass like you so lovingly did to my mum?" Marty said mockingly to the nervously clenching feline whom winced as a slick finger was roughly pushed past his virgin opening. Roger squirmed his hips to try get away from the feeling, but Marty only swatted his behind harder until he stopped moving and allowed himself to be prepared for the inevitable. Wincing as the mouse's finger worked in and out of him, adding more and more lube until it slipped in effortlessly, only then it began all over again as a second and then a third finger was added. Slowly working and stretching the Lynx's pucker wider for the thick pink mouse cock about to enter him. Marty wore a broad grin of satisfaction as he loomed over the still trembling Lynx bully, letting his hefty shaft rub down between his cheeks and over his slick prepared pucker, teasingly threatening the feline for a few moments. Roger could feel the camera lens trained on his rump and the thick pink shaft that utterly dwarfed his tiny pink opening. At least it was tiny until Marty guided himself in against the dimple of an asshole and firmly pushed half his thickness up Roger's ass. As much as he wished he didn't, Roger let out a pained grunt and moan as Marty took his anal virginity, his asshole stretched so wide so suddenly burning as it was forced wide. But it didn't stop there, Marty kept pushing, sinking inch after inch of his shaft inside the squirming and groaning Lynx behind while the camera captured it in high definition. Roger heard noises off to the side, peeking through clenched eyelids he vaguely caught the blurred image of the weasel kneeling beside them with the hand held camera recording his expression as he was deflowered.

"My mom says hello" the mouse continued to mock him, just as his hips pulled back almost all the way out to leave Roger feeling suddenly empty. But it was far from over, the scrawny mouse began to thrust down into the felines rear with firm deep strokes, using his entire shaft to hammer his hips against Roger's ass with a staccato "Plap! Plap! Plap!" accompanied by pained mewls and grunts from the big manly Lynx as the mouse's heavy balls tapped against the back of his for added discomfort. The torture continued for a few minutes until without warning, Marty squeaked loudly into Roger's ear and gave a few short sharp bucks into his behind. Flooding him deep with another load of mouse cum, the warmth spreading deep within the feline making him feel sick.

"Marty, did you just Blitzkrieg zat feline behind?" Herman asked with a growl, calling a halt to the production. Marty blushed as he turned back to nod at the angry Doberman whom impatiently called the fox fluffer over to get Marty hard again while Roger was given a wet wipe to clear the dripping cum from his aching asshole so they could reset the scene. Roger rubbed his aching ring soothingly as he cleaned himself up, thankful to feel his body was trying to recover as he was already feeling a little tighter back there.

"Take two!" Herman shouted as everyone got back in position eventually, Marty having taken a bit longer again to get hard after his second climax. The grin and wink he shot Roger sent a cold shiver down the feline's spine as he recalled what the rodent had said at the beginning. He took longer to cum the second time, so how long would he take to finish a third or fourth time? He'd watched enough porno to know they always finished with a money shot and this little dick, or he supposed not so little dick now, was making sure he wouldn't be cumming anytime soon!

"Oh, your accountant says hello by the way, he and I play DnD on the weekends still" Marty leaned down to whisper into Rogers ear. "You really shouldn't have fucked his wife either, he was only too happy to report you to the IRS when I told him my plan..." the mouse continued as he again slowly pushed all ten thick pink inches up inside the growling Lynx. The pounding soon resumed with the mouse's slender hips clapping against the Lynx's firm cheeks, the weasel crawling on the floor to get a good shot of the mouse shaft fucking feline rear while their balls tapped against one another. The rough fucking continued for a couple more minutes until a squeaking sound was heard from behind, Marty giving a nod as he looked at the command from Herman. Withdrawing himself from Roger, the felines behind would be given a harsh slap as he was commanded to crawl up on the bed and roll onto his back.

Roger wasn't sure which was worse, being fucked from behind by the mouse, or now like this as he looked up at his grinning face. His legs being lifted up over Marty's shoulders as the camera caught the view of the mouse sinking back into the felines exposed and aching pucker in glorious HD. But his torment wasn't over yet, Marty reached around his thigh and began groping at the feline's crotch. Roger's eyes going wide in panic as he was groped and fondled to fullness while the mouse fucked him, that damned weasel was there with the camera trained on his dick catching the sight of his own cock growing under the touch of another man. But it didn't stop there either, Marty continued to pump and stroke the feline's dick in time to his own thrusts, making Roger growl and moan like a bitch as he was fucked. Sharp claws dug into the zebra striped bedding as Roger clenched his jaws tight, the mouse was angling his thrusts to strike his prostate and it was working.

Fighting with everything he had, Roger tried not to groan or let his cock twitch. But soon with the force of the stroking mouse hand, strands of sticky precum flicked from his tip across his own chest in ever stronger spurts. No matter how hard he tried, it was futile with Marty hammering his prostate and stroking his cock. With a vicious snarl Roger's hips began to buck and thrust as his dick lurched, firing off thick hot ropes of his seed across his belly and chest. The weasel made sure to catch every shot and even took a slow pan from his still twitching dick, all the way across his cum spattered body to an ashamed looking Lynx still bouncing on the bed from the scrawny mouse fucking him.

Just to cement his humiliation ever further, Marty reached the hand which was stroking his cock up to wipe off Roger's own cum across his lips and muzzle. He wasn't sure which was worse, smelling another man's cum on his snout, or his own after being fucked by that same man. But it seemed Marty wasn't done yet, slowly withdrawing from Roger's behind he would stand at the foot of the bed and again point at the floor before him. Having done so already, Roger weakly crawled from the bed and knelt before Marty once more as he gave the simple command to "lick" while he stroked his thick pink cock. Of course Roger would wrinkle his nose, not just because he had to lick Marty's cock again, but this time because it'd just been up his ass. After a moment's hesitation Marty again whispered something down to Roger that would get him jumping into action.

"Remember the bear you owe money to? He's a client of mine, best do as I say or your debt might be increased suddenly..." the mouse chided the reluctant feline. Marty had to resist laughing on camera as the color visibly drained from Roger's face as the reality of just how fucked up his situation really was. How long had Marty been planning all this?

With a much more muted growl this time, Roger eventually leaned forward and began to lick the tip of the mouse's cock, only to be tapped on the nose with it as Marty raised it up out the way. Instead he offered his sweaty bouncing and jiggling balls for Roger to pay homage to instead. With ears laid flat against his head, Roger did as told and leaned in to begin licking with his rough tongue across the rodents large testicles. The feeling was better than Marty had hoped for, making the mouse squeak in delight as he pumped his hand along his throbbing cock faster and faster. With a shuddered gasp Marty felt his toes curl as his cock throbbed and pulsed within his grasp, after two previous climaxes, even his big balls could only manage a few weak spurts this time. But that was perfect for the camera, both the hand held and big HD camera capturing the moment as splotches of white covered Roger's face and muzzle, much to his disdain.

After being allowed to get cleaned up, Roger meekly made his way back into the main room where a grinning Marty was sitting beside Herman with the feline's payment waiting.

"If you ever vish to do zis again, just reply to ze last email" Herman stated with a slight mocking tone while pushing the wad of cash over to the waiting Lynx.

"You work for TnT construction right, for good old Mac? He's a good friend of mine, helped him with a tax issue last year, I'm sure you know how that goes. He tells me the company is battling right now and there might be layoffs in the pipeline..." Marty leaned forward on the table with his elbows, chin resting in his clasped hands while staring straight at the Lynx with an evil grin. "You remember our 'little' rabbit friend, Mike Longstaff from school right? I'm sure he'd love to catch up with you sometime too."