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The other gods were furious when they discovered what the Goddess of Predation had done. They had done the math and found that the mortals she'd empowered would devour the rest in a matter of weeks. And then they would consume one another. They would have no supplicants left, but the corruption she'd spread could not be undone. Instead, they pooled their powers together to work a miracle unlike anything that had been seen on this world since its creation.

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The next thing Angela knew, she was staring up into a bank of extra-bright incandescent lights. She blinked away the spots in her eyes and tried to push herself up, touching something oddly smooth and round as she did so. Feeling it shift she looked down at what she was leaning on, and spotted a skull under her hand. With a gasp she leapt up and saw that she'd been laying in a pile of bones!

Bones, predominantly skulls, of a variety of species, all piled in a heap on a tile floor. Angie looked around frantically, trying to discern where she was. It turned out to be a large room lit by blinding lights with steel walls, all very institutional and sterile looking. Was this what Hell looks like? She wondered. Shouldn't there be more fire and brimstone or something?

Her racing thoughts were interrupted by a door swinging open at the far end of the room. A tired-looking rabbit wearing a stained lab coat and pushing a cart in front of him walked in. On seeing Angie he paused, then sighed, "not another one."

The fox blinked at his reaction, then realized that she was stark naked and quickly moved her arms in front of her breasts and crotch. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Where am I?"

"You're at the Nova City morgue, I'm an assistant medical examiner, and you were dead but not anymore," he answered in quick succession. It sounded like he'd been answering a lot of similar questions, including the one she had left unvoiced. "At least, so far as we can tell."

"What do you mean?" Angie asked nervously. The assistant examiner rolled up closer to her and the pile, then handed her a rumpled towel from the bottom of the cart. It smelled awful, like it had been used by a dozen furres with terrible B.O., but it would cover her. Angie wrapped it around her torso.

The rabbit sighed again. "Look, the last couple days have been one giant pile of shit." He grabbed a long black duffel bag on top of the cart and unzipped it, releasing a terrible stench that reminded Angie of a campground outhouse. Wrinkling his nose he lifted the bag off the cart. "Speaking of which, it smells like these ones took the scenic route."

Angie, hand clamped over her nose, peered into the bag. Half a dozen brown-tinted skulls grinned up at her. Some of them coated in what looked, and smelled, like feces. The examiner carried the bag over to a spigot set in the wall and started rinsing the skulls off like it was no big deal.

The fox glanced back at the pile she'd been laying on. "The last thing I remember," she thought out loud. "I was being swallowed whole by a pig." Slowly, her brain started to puzzle out what must have happened to her.

As she was thinking, the pile began to shake. Angie took a step back but the assistant examiner just shrugged. "Looks like another one's respawning." Angie was about to ask for details when a beaked skull trailing a spinal column burst to the top of the heap.

While she watched the spine sprouted a ribcage and pelvis, followed by skeletal arms and legs. Then the bones were coated with a spreading layer of muscle and viscera, and then skin which sprouted yellow and gray feathers. Angie gasped as she recognized the demanding customer from before. "Where the Hell am I?" the cockatiel shouted.

"The city morgue, and you just came back from the dead," the rabbit explained.

The cockatiel set her wing-arms on her drumsticks defiantly. "Don't be ridiculous. Now what's really happening?"

Angie immediately went into customer service mode. "Look, ma'am, do you remember getting eaten by that boar?" The bird furrowed her feathered eyebrows. "Well, he ate me too, and I found myself here. This guy," she gestured towards the rabbit. "Was just about to tell me what's going on."

The assistant examiner sighed. "A couple days ago, a bunch of furres all over the city developed what appeared to be superpowers." Angie blinked in confusion, but didn't interrupt. "Super speed, flight without wings, controlling fire, all that stuff. But they all appeared to have one ability in common. The ability to swallow other furres whole and digest them in a matter of minutes."

The bird didn't seem to have processed this information yet, but Angie's mind raced as she remembered the tide of vomit the boar had spewed over her. She'd cleaned up her share of customer messes and never encountered bile that could disintegrate clothes and skin like sugar in water. And then there was how easily she'd lifted that crate that morning... "Wait," she realized she didn't know how long it had been since she was eaten. "What day is it?"

"Wednesday the 26th," the rabbit replied. Angie's jaw dropped, she'd been dead for two days. "Anyways," he continued. "This morning we were still sorting the piles and piles of "expelled" bones when something even more unexpected happened. They started forming new bodies and coming back to life."

"What kind of sick joke is this?" The cockatiel demanded. "If we were eaten and are coming back to life somehow, why would she come back before me?" she pointed accusingly at Angie. "She claims to have been eaten after me, so why was she first to come back?"

"We don't know all the rules yet," the rabbit tried to explain. "Those eaten earlier tend to respawn earlier, but it's only a tendency, there's no precise order. One of my coworkers hypothesized that their powers run on calories and when they burn up all the calories they gained from a specific prey, that prey respawns."

"Are you calling me fat?!" The cockatiel accused. While the rabbit was trying to backpedal she continued to press. "This sick prank has gone on long enough. You know my husband is high up in the city government, he can get you all fired. What did you think this would accomplish?"

At that point, the stress of dying and respawning combined with five years of backed up frustrations with problem customers and something in Angie snapped. She stepped up, drew her arm back, and slapped the Karen across the beak. The impact sent the obnoxious bird flying across the room and into the wall with enough force to dent the paneling.

The rabbit froze and stared at Angie for a couple seconds as she stood there, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She hadn't meant to hit her that hard, but the cockatiel didn't seem to be moving. Angie started to stride towards the bird, and the assistant examiner finally broke out of his daze.

"Wait," Angie called to the rabbit as he dashed for the door in fright. "Stop!" the fox lunged for the frightened bunny, reaching a hand out for him. As she lunged the floor tiles cracked under her foot and the air around her arm seemed to turn into liquid for a split second. The air she shoved towards the rabbit rushed forwards in a wave, knocking him to the floor.

Angie stared down at her hand, there was no denying it now, she was one of those furres with powers. She reminded herself that she was in big trouble now, and had to move fast. Quickly she leapt over to the cockatiel and carefully reached a couple fingers for her neck. She wasn't sure where to feel an avian for a pulse, but couldn't find one. Angie let out a soft whine, she hadn't wanted to kill anyone, but couldn't she respawn now? Did everyone respawn when they died now, or just those who got eaten? What could she do?

A loud gurgle from Angie's waist reminded her that she hadn't eaten anything for two days. And, the thought came to her, didn't her powers mean that she could devour a whole person? Angie felt a dribble of drool leak from the corner of her mouth and finally conceded the point. She had to dispose of the body anyways.

Angie put a hand under both of the bird's wings and lifted her up. The fox opened her maw wide and attempted to shove the cockatiel's feather-covered head in. At first, it seemed like her jaws would not accommodate such a wide meal, but then something popped and she felt her mandible separate from her skull. The bird's head slid in without much resistance from then on, Angie stuffed her torso in next, and thought she could feel her ribs separating as well. She let the dirty towel that had attempted to preserve her modesty fall to the floor as she stuffed the possibly dead bird further in, feeling her stomach expand as the oversized meal filled it and curled up on itself. Within seconds the legs and tail were slipping into her throat, and shortly after the bird was gone.

The vixen glanced down at her stomach, it looked like she was nine months pregnant with sextuplets or strapped a fuzzy white and orange medicine ball to her front. She reached under her protruding gut and lifted it a couple inches, it occurred to her that were it not for her obviously enhanced strength she would be sprawled on the floor unable to stand back up. A groaning noise caught her attention, and she turned to see the rabbit start to lean back up.

Angie dashed over to the examiner's side, her stomach gurgling and sloshing as it filled with acids to break down her meal. As she approached she underestimated the stopping distance she'd need and her gut shoved the rabbit back down to the floor. She heard his muffled cries for help from underneath her, and considered the situation.

"I'm sorry," she tried to say, but he didn't give any indication that he'd heard her. "I didn't mean to hit her that hard, and this is the only way that I know she'll be okay. I mean, I was also really hungry but she wasn't moving and I couldn't find a pulse. I didn't know what else to do!" she let out a sniff and a whimper. "I'm just a barista!"

Angie's stomach started to recede, shrinking sufficiently that the rabbit could start to speak again. "...oh God somebody please help! She-" the vixen clamped her hand over his mouth before he could say anything else. He struggled against her grip, failing to accomplish anything as she held on tighter than a vice grip and hoping she wasn't hurting him.

Nobody came to answer the examiner's pleas for several minutes, in which time Angie's stomach shrank to approximately the size of a beach ball. She looked around to make sure again that nobody else was in the room with her, even the pile of skulls remained still. Angie glanced down at the bunny again, he was still trying to speak but seemed to be gradually giving up, and noticed something else. The fox looked behind her, and down her sides, and sighed. It would appear that the bird's mass had already begun to re-distribute itself around her body.

The examiner's continued moans reminded her of the situation at hand. She turned back to him. "Look," she said. "I'm sorry about all this, but I can't trust you not to turn me in." While keeping one hand over his mouth, she lifted him up to her own muzzle with the other. "Don't worry, you'll come back after all," she tried to reassure him as her maw opened wide.

The bunny's eyes shot wide open just before her mouth clamped over his head. Angie let go of his muzzle and slid her saliva-soaked hand out of her mouth as she pushed his shoulders in. She heard his muffled voice from within her throat, "please, I won't tell anyone!"

Despite his pleading Angie slid his coat from his shoulders and pushed him up to his chest. She set the coat aside as she ran her hands down his body and found his heavy canvas belt. Angie slid down to his front and found the buckle, but her eyes narrowed as she felt something else. She tried to ask him about it, but with his torso blocking her larynx all that came out was an indistinct murmuring. With a roll of her eyes she undid his belt buckle and pulled his pants and boxers down.

Angie tried not to think about the salty taste of his crotch as he started to curl up in her stomach. She forced his legs down, the hardest part she was finding as he just barely bent over inside her, and sat back down. The fox glanced down at her gut, which was now the size of an extra-large yoga ball and squirming, and spoke. "Seriously?"

A muffled voice came up from her belly, "it has a mind of its own!"

"While I was eating you?" Angie retorted. "And not in a sexual manner?"

"Well," the ingested bunny tried to explain. "You are naked, and were just sitting on me."

Angie turned back to the clothes she'd stripped off him, she tossed the pants aside instantly, they would have been a tight fit even before she started devouring people. The boxers might be a maybe, depending on how much they could stretch. She turned her attention to the lab coat, there was a badge clipped to the chest pocket reading "K. Steinhold" in scratchy handwriting. With a shrug she tossed the coat on, her arms fit in the sleeves with no trouble but when she tried to button it shut there was one big obstacle in her way.

"Hey, K. Steinhold," she asked her gut. "How long does it take to digest someone?"

"It's Kevin," her lunch replied. "And we don't know. Some of the resurrected claim they dissolved in seconds, others say they were held inside for hours. A couple guys suggested that maybe Preds could control their digestion or something."

Angie considered Kevin's statement. She had digested that Karen rather quickly, but maybe she could try to speed things along. The vixen thought about her stomach, acid rising, bunny dissolving... after about thirty seconds of focus she heard her gut gurgle and felt liquid sloshing around inside.

"At least I'm finally getting a break from all this," Kevin said as the acids rose around him. He let out a couple last bubbling breaths, then went still. Seconds later Angie's stomach started to contract around him, crushing his remains into a compact form and reducing his flesh to nutrient-rch chyme.

A loud belch escaped Angie's throat before she realized it, embarrassed, she looked around quickly for any sign of any other furres that might have heard. She couldn't see anyone, but that didn't mean there was no one outside. Angie quickly began to button the lab coat shut even as her stomach shrank. She buttoned the top few buttons when her gut was the size of a beach ball and got to the bottom as it reached football-size. But as she buttoned the bottom button she noticed that the ones on top were getting tighter. She shook her head as she walked over to the door, she was going to have to buy a new set of bras.

Angie peeked through the door to the room she'd respawned in, there was one furre pushing a cart down the hall, going away from her. The vixen decided to go the opposite way. She dashed down more corridors, turning left or right at random when she didn't spot someone else. As she tried to make sense of the maze she wondered why she'd seen so few furres in the building, then her guts growled again, reminding her that some of the staff were likely in stomachs, if not bones in piles.

She spotted a dog in a security uniform as she turned a corner, at first she retreated back, hoping that she hadn't been spotted. But then, Angie remembered how lost she was and decided that it shouldn't be too much of a risk to ask him. She slowly rounded the corner again. "Excuse me?" she asked softly, the dog perked an ear in her direction. "I'm new here, can you tell me where the exit is?"

The guard shrugged and pointed down the hall. "Second left, can't miss it." Angie thanked him and started to walk past, trying not to look like she was in a hurry. "Wait," Angie froze as he leaned forward to look at her more closely. "Why are you wearing Kevin's badge?"

Angie reacted quickly, slamming her elbow into the guard's stomach and bolting down the hall. She passed one turn, then slowed as she came to another left turn and skidded on the tile as she tried to turn herself around.

*BLAM* Angie froze in place, next to a set of double doors with natural light shining through the narrow wire-reinforced windows stood a pair of guards, no, police officers in full uniform. One of them had his hand on his gun, the other was holding his gun out in front of him, the barrel smoking.

"Oh shit," the cop with the smoking gun said. Angie looked down, there was a hole in the coat she'd borrowed, right on her left breast. "I'm sorry, we're just so jumpy these days with the Preds and all that."

Angie carefully undid the button closest to the hole, as she did something came loose and fell to the floor. She glanced down, as did the cops, it was a small squashed gray metal cylinder roughly the size of a watch battery. The vixen looked back up, the cops met her gaze and their eyes widened.

"She has powers!" the other cop shouted. "Get her!" Both cops fired at Angie, pulling the triggers again and again in what sounded like a thunderstorm at point-blank range to her.

After a couple seconds the torrent of lead stopped and both cops ejected their magazines. Angie looked around, her coat was shredded but she hadn't felt anything worse than a couple taps. "Look, guys," she started to say as the cops pulled out new clips and reloaded. "I don't want to harm anyone." She clapped her hands together for emphasis.

A shockwave emanated out from her clapping hands, throwing both officers back into the wall. "Or," Angie said. "I guess that works too." She walked up and grabbed a key ring from one of the groaning cops.

After a couple tries she found the key to the doors and flung them open, her face fell as she saw what waited outside. The police had set up a series of five-foot tall barricades in front of the morgue, with three or four cops manning one level. As she stared a few of them turned to face her.

"Okay," Angie said to herself under her breath. "I'm bulletproof, super strong, and I can do that shockwave thing." She glanced down at her feet, then gauged the height of the barricades. "I could bet that I can jump over or barrel through those things."

Angie knelt down in what she hoped was a runner's stance just as the cops at the innermost barricade started to turn around to face her. As they were drawing their guns and shouting for her to identify herself she broke into a dead run straight at the barrier. With just a few feet to go she sprang off the ground, her knee hit the top of the barricade and she somersaulted in the air spinning around and around many times without hitting a thing. Eventually she managed to get her legs straight and held her feet out, bracing for impact, and halted.

The vixen laid there, feeling nothing beneath her and nothing beside her but the wind, above her the open sky. Carefully, she turned herself over and gasped, she saw Main Street, from about fifty feet in the air!

With some experimentation she found that she could turn herself over with a thought, just by leaning in one direction or another and thinking she could jet over. Fortunately she could also stop and turn on a dime, as evidenced by a couple close scrapes with office buildings. "I can fly too?" she asked herself. "Am I like Superdog then? Does that make me a Supervixen or something?"

Her stomach gurgled again, accompanied by an uncomfortable pressure slightly lower in her abdomen. "Whatever I am," she concluded while looking around frantically for landmarks she could use this high up. "I need to find a bathroom fast!"