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Mark woke up with a start. The room was dark, and he didn’t think it was time to get up for work yet. Wait. Something about work… didn’t he quit? Yeah, because of Rachel - Memories of the previous day flooded back. Rachel was wolf food. He’d almost gone to join her, but instead he’d wandered back to his apartment where…

Beneath his head, the warm furry body swelled with indrawn breath. Fang was nearly twice his height. The big sabretooth tiger had light orange fur over most of his body, though his back darkened to a rusty orange. Mark hadn’t seen much of it yesterday, but faint black stripes ran across his back. Mark’s head rested on the white oval of bellyfur on his front side. The belly in question was rather full. The sabretooth had eaten a whole orangutan yesterday who’d lived next door. Instead of Mark.

The rabbit was still working through his feelings of disappointment that it wasn’t him digesting in there. On the one paw, he was very glad he was still here with the tiger. On the other… well yesterday he’d come to an explosive climax on his lifelong battle that he was meant to be prey. One day, he would slide down Fang’s throat. That was a fact, even if he hadn’t known it yesterday morning.

Well if he didn’t have to go to work, and he was in bed with a sexy male, how else was he supposed to occupy himself? He twisted his head around to look down Fang’s body. The tiger rumbled in his sleep at the motion. Mark moved his muzzle down the swell of that full stomach, eventually poking his nose into the tiger’s white sheath. It smelled like his new man. Musky, warm, demanding all of his attention. No other scent could compete. Mark stuck his tongue out, running it along the rim of that opening. He loved the taste already. He loved every part of this stud.

Another rumbling purr. Fang pulled his left leg up, framing his equipment. His balls were covered in the same light orange fur as his sides and tail, and they hung loose right now. The rabbit remembered how they’d felt yesterday, pulled up tight to the feline’s body as they were emptied into Mark’s ass. He’d get that again, damn it. He’d felt so full, so warm in that moment. Totally at Fang’s mercy.

Mark fondled those heavy nuts, then got onto his knees instead of laying down. Even supine, the tiger was big enough that the rabbit had to be on his knees to reach over those huge thighs. He leaned his head down further and licked the big cat’s nuts. Fang hadn’t bothered showering last night. They’d just collapsed on the bed after fucking, after Fang’s dinner, and slept with some TV. Mark could still taste the sweaty musk from yesterday.

His attentions were rewarded when the feline tip of Fang’s dick started to poke out of his sheath. Pinkish and tapered, a single bead of precum formed at the tip. Mark breathed in and out deeply, inhaling his tiger’s musk. Then he moved his head directly over that sheath and locked his mouth around it.

Fang began unsheathing down his throat as the sensation of hot, moist breath hit his maleness. Mark held himself steady. Another inch. The tip brushed the roof of his mouth and bent, not very hard yet. More. It slid into his throat without him gagging. The rabbit’s lips felt the brush of the big cat’s barbs on his shaft. He tried to open his jaws wider. Last night his lover had basically held Mark in his mouth, his whole body. Mark wanted to swallow at least a little of Fang.

More of that barbed shaft unreeled into his gullet. He swallowed, stimulating the tip. The lips of his mouth were now brushing the sides of the shaft. He kept breathing through his nose, trying to relax his throat. Fang’s dick was a foot long fully hard. If he was lucky, Mark was halfway down. He tried to lick with his tongue, but the girth of the maleness in his mouth prevented him from moving anything. He tried breathing in again through his nose. He couldn’t do anything deliberate to pleasure Fang more. All he could do was hang on. The shaft caught the side of his teeth. He tried to shift to avoid it, but the sabretooth was still aroused. Another inch squeezed out, and Mark gagged.

The rabbit tried to pull back. At that moment, a heavy paw landed on the back of his head. Mark choked again, pushing with his paws into Fang’s side. That paw above him might as well have been stone for all it moved. Gently, the tiger traced one of his claws through the rabbit’s headfur and ears. Mark pulled back again, and suddenly Fang removed his paw. The rabbit pulled back, desperate for air, yet still careful not to scrape that massive shaft with his teeth. He gasped for breath as he pulled off entirely, leaving that tapered tip oozing precum onto Fang’s thick thigh.

“What a wonderful way to wake up. I’m already glad I didn’t eat you last night.”

Fang’s voice was low and rumbling. Mark felt it more than he heard it when the tiger talked quietly. He always expected some kind of accent or impression from the fangs poking through his gums, but the feline spoke smoothly. The rabbit met his newfound lover’s eyes. The big cat was aroused and awake now.

“I’m glad too, but still…” Mark said. He put a paw back on Fang’s stomach.

The big cat purred at the touch. “For waking me up like that, I’ll give you a treat. Come here.” He scooped a paw under Mark’s armpit and pulled him up the bed to his face. The tiger leaned up from his pillow as their muzzles got closer. Fang’s head was as wide as the rabbit’s shoulders. A good thing too, or he’d never fit down the cat’s throat when the time came.

The sabretooth tiger pulled their lips together. For a moment they kissed. And then Fang’s jaws opened. He did it slowly, still pulling the rabbit forwards. The tiger’s lips pressed over his nose and chin, then slipped down his neck and over his forehead, pushing his ears flat. A thrill ran up Mark’s spine as his head was engulfed. So easy, so effortless. The big cat could consume him whole with one paw.

Fang’s tongue rose up to meet his face, licking over everything it could reach. The rough surface brushed over the fur of his cheeks, across his eyelids, under his chin. It pressed at his lips, invading his mouth, filling his muzzle. And still the big cat pulled him forward. Another shiver through his body. Was Fang eating him right now? His forehead pressed into Fang’s palate, was squeezed down. His face squished into the base of the cat’s tongue. His shoulders entered his mouth. Still Fang pulled him in. The smell was… less than pleasant. Not musky, not earthy like his junk. Sour meat, and morning breath waited here. Mark barely noticed. He felt the tiger’s tongue give way to rippling throat muscles. This was it. Fang was going to eat him alive.

Strong pressure under his arm, pulling him back. Mark whimpered as he was yanked free of Fang’s maw. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as he saw those jaws close. The tiger licked his lips, running his tongue over one of his fangs. “Delicious,” he said. His head tilted downwards. He still held the rabbit up, seemingly no strain for him to hold the lapine in the air with one arm. His gaze fixed on Mark’s cock, out of its sheath and twitching.

“It’s going to take a long time for me to get used to the fact that you want to be eaten. I still half expect you to run.”

“Never,” Mark said. “Unless you wanted me to, I guess.”

“Interesting idea. For now, you’ve got some unfinished business for the morning.” Fang lifted him further down the bed, and Mark felt the heat as the tip of Fang’s dick poked his furry cheek. “Do you have any lube?”

“Yes, in the bedside table.”

“Get yourself ready. I wake up horny. Waking up with half my cock in your throat means horny is too weak of a word right now.”

Mark scrambled across the bed, pulling out the lube. He squeezed some out, fingering his hole with needy digits. He slipped in one, then two immediately. Not enough. Fang’s cock was thicker than his clenched fist. The rabbit worked in his whole paw. One of his old boyfriends had liked to fist the lapine, before a peregrine falcon ate him. Mark was so horny around Fang. Not only was he handsome as hell, the vore stuff made Mark go weak. Something in his brain was wired wrong, he knew. No use worrying about it now.

The rabbit stood up on the bed, walking over to the massive tiger. Fang’s lower legs hung completely off the mattress. Not surprising, given his size. Mark climbed on top of his lover’s still full stomach, balancing one foot on either side of his crotch. Fang just relaxed against the pillow. “I’ll let you run things this time. At least until you drive me to mount you.” Mark nodded distractedly. He was crouching slowly. Normally when he rode a male, he’d lean back, using his arms to control some of his descent. Unfortunately, Fang was so big and his cock so massive, Mark couldn’t quite lean back and reach his legs or the bed with his arm. He’d have to rely on just his legs.

He squatted down, one paw underneath himself. He lined up the tiger’s tip with his hole. Without waiting, he relaxed his muscles and squatted further. Mark moaned in pleasure as he was penetrated. That sensation as that tapered tip slipped past his ring had him in ecstasy already. He kept going, sliding down the thickening pole as it shoved deeper into his ass. His body quivered. He spasmed, slipping down an extra inch, then twitched again at the sensation, sliding another half inch. The barbs on Fang’s girthy shaft went in no problem. At least until Mark, feeling the pressure, tried to lift himself off that feline cock. The sensation of the barbs pulling against his rectum made him cry out, and he squatted lower, over half the foot long shaft inside him.

Mark held himself there, one paw back on Fang’s knee now that he was low enough. The rabbit quivered and shook with the effort. Six inches. He’d taken six inches before. Never so thick, of course. Fang was purring, a low vibration that transmitted to Mark wherever they touched, including the cock in his ass. Mark let himself slide another couple of inches down. Almost there. Gritting his teeth, rabbit closed his eyes and pushed down hard. He whimpered out as he was filled, completely impaled again on tiger cock.

The rabbit tried to wait out the sensations, but Fang poked him in the stomach. The bulge of the sabretooth’s penis pressed against the rabbit’s abdomen. “You’ll never get me off sitting there no matter how you clench. Ride me.”

Mark obeyed, flexing his poor thighs, trying to lift himself up. He quivered, squealed, and grunted his way up the shaft. Each inch pulled barbs against his insides, but also against his prostate. He felt that heat leave him, and whimpered for its return. Halfway up, he lost the battle. He slid back down, six inches of sabretooth dick reentering him.

Fang rolled his eyes. “Fine, but I expect some better stamina in the future.” With one motion, he pulled the rabbit forward into his stomach, staying embedded in Mark’s guts. He didn’t bother to roll over and mount him like he’d threatened. He just started bucking his hips. The rabbit cried out as his hole was pounded.

The big cat didn’t last as long this morning as in the afternoon yesterday. Within thirty seconds of humping the rabbit’s hole, he slammed his hips up and started growling and rumbling, though nothing like his roar from before. Mark came too, his cock spraying cum over the belly beneath him, as he was filled from behind.

They lay there for some time. Fang left himself embedded. Mark felt the sabretooth’s shaft slowly retreat out of his ass and pull into his sheath. It took a good twenty minutes to fully pull out. Mark was content to lay there.

Finally, Fang pushed lightly, forcing the rabbit to roll off him. Cum trailed between the two of them. The tiger swung his legs off the bed and stood tall. Faint morning light was beginning to shine outside, glinting on his fur. “Where are you going?” The rabbit asked.

“Dealing with your neighbor,” he replied, walking to the bathroom. “Or part of her, at least.”

Mark lay on the bed, feeling a wonderful fullness - and soreness - throughout his body. The rabbit wondered what happened now. How did life with a predator go? When the feline padded out of the bathroom minutes later, fully sheathed and cleaned up, Mark asked the question on his mind.

“Are you going to eat me for breakfast?”

Fang laughed. It was a delighted chuckle that made Mark smile. “If I ate you guys morning noon and night, you’d have to roll me around. I won’t be hungry for three or four days. Yesterday I went five without eating, and I’ve done a full week a few times before.”

“Oh.”

“Relax. One day, you’re going down the hatch. Honestly, I don’t know when. I won’t promise you anything.” Fang looked him over. “I was going to eat you yesterday, but the sex was so good, and I liked having you around. So if I promised to eat you, that might happen again. But then again, if we’d been alone, with nobody else around… well I was really hungry last night. So I definitely won’t promise not to eat you anytime soon.”

Mark nodded. That made sense to him. The sabretooth tiger was looking over him. “You said you needed a new job yesterday?”

The rabbit sat up and leaned against his headboard. “Yeah. My old boss will eat me if I go in today. Three strike policy.”

Fang’s eyes darkened. “Nobody eats you but me. You hear that? Nobody.” Mark nodded, a warmth in his chest. “What three strikes did you get?”

Mark sighed and shook his head. “You remember the pictures I showed you yesterday? My friend Rachel was slow in her work. She got three strikes against her. My boss was gonna eat her for lunch. I helped her get out of the building, but my boss found out. He didn’t have direct proof, but he basically gave me an ultimatum. Bring back my friend, or he’d eat me instead.”

“Your friend is the one who got a job as a wolf condom?”

“Yeah…”

“Not an option to bring her back then. Oh well. I’ll find you something to do later. For now, I gotta head to work.”

He bustled around the apartment, grabbing the master key he’d used to break into Mark’s apartment, and a few of his other things which he carried in a backpack. He didn’t bother with clothes. They were optional around here. Finally he stood to leave.

He looked over the rabbit. “Stay here. Don’t leave the apartment. I’ll text my buddies who are still in the building so they know not to mess with you. Tonight I’ll bring you to my place.”

“You sure that won’t make them more likely to come here since they know I’m around?”

Fang grinned. “Pretty sure. If they do show up, try to enjoy yourself. I’ll kill ‘em when I come back, but it’ll be too late for you, obviously.” Mark shuddered, his sheath twitching again. “Goddamn, you little gutslut. Here, I’ll give you my cell number. Call if something happens.” He gave his number, and Mark gave him his. The sabretooth typed it in, then paused. He looked up at the rabbit. “What’s your name, meat?”

“Mark.”

“Before you ask, yes, you’re the first prey I ever asked. Be back around 430.” He stepped out of the apartment. Mark went up to the door and secured the locks. He stepped back, then turned to survey the apartment. It was a mess.

The rabbit wiped up the puddle of dried cum from the excited sabretooth last night. He pushed his couch back into place, changed the bedsheets. He took a shower, cleaning himself up. And then he started thinking.

Why was he cleaning up? Fang had just told him he’d take him to his place tonight. Even if it was days, weeks, months before the tiger ate him, he wasn’t coming back from that. Why would he? And wasn’t Fang’s buddy the new building super anyway? Inherited after the polar bear had eaten the zebra who’d done the job previously. He wasn’t coming back here unless Fang let him, and that seemed unlikely.

Was he really going to leave with the sabretooth tiger tonight? Yesterday, he’d had a chance to bolt. The lazy feline had been sitting in the easy chair in full view of the door. Mark could’ve turned and fled. He hadn’t. He’d given up. He had another chance today to run.

Mark couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness at the thought of leaving Fang. It was insane. He barely knew the predator. The big cat would have raped him last night if the rabbit hadn’t practically begged for it. He’d explicitly said, if his neighbor hadn’t been around, he’d have eaten Mark.

And even if he ran… Mark walked over and picked up his phone, laying down on his bed and opening up his messages. He had a few from friends, one from one of his brothers. He skipped past those to his old coworker Rachel. The parrot had tried to run. Mark had encouraged it. She’d needed a new job. She must have gone right into a building with a help wanted sign, but it turns out the help wanted was temp work as a sex toy and wolf food.

The rabbit stared at the first picture he’d received from Rachel’s predator. A gray wolf, the picture taken looking as if from their POV. A furry belly, muscular thighs framing the parrot with her legs spread and their hips pressed together. Tied together, actually. The wolf had raped her and knotted her. Mark had texted right as the canine had finished pumping his friend full of wolf cum.

The two of them had probably sat there for a good half hour. The wolf must have taunted Rachel. Predators always taunted their prey. Poor Rachel. He doubted that she had fantasized about this moment like he had. But maybe if she had, she’d still be alive.

Dangerous thoughts. Mark couldn’t - didn’t - think of this like he was safe. Fang would see through it. He had to embrace being eaten. It wasn’t just a defense to make predators like him, it was the only way to live, to thrive in this world where he’d be eaten no matter what.

Mark looked back at his phone. Another few minutes, a different twist of fate, and he probably would have gone to this wolf. The predator had sent an address using Rachel’s phone. He’d offered to fuck him.

Mark scrolled to the last photo he’d gotten. Rachel was gone - instead that gray furred belly swelled with her inside. The wolf’s half erect cock was visible, bright red and covered in cum. It draped over his lower belly, with just a hint of his knot visible at the base.

His friend had been eaten. That wolf had probably used the bathroom this morning just like Fang. If Mark had taken the canine up on his offer, he could maybe have massaged the wolf’s belly while he digested her. And wouldn’t Rachel deserve it? Mark’s sacrifice to get her out of the building yesterday had resulted in his own firing.

Between his legs, the rabbit’s cock throbbed whenever he looked at the picture of that full belly. Before he came to his senses, the rabbit typed a reply to Rachel’s phone.

That’s so fucking hot. She looks better in there.

What was he doing? He had given himself to Fang. And honestly, he still did prefer the sabretooth. But the tiger was right. Mark was a gutslut. He only had one life, but if he could, he’d slide down every throat he could find. And he felt a connection to this wolf, despite the fact that the canine didn’t even know Mark.

His phone dinged. Mark felt an electric thrill and quickly grabbed it. There was no new message from Rachel’s number. Instead, he had a message from Fang. The rabbit opened up the chat.

Saw this happening and thought you might like to watch, slut.

A video popped up below. Mark played it, turning up his sound.

It must be from Fang’s workplace. It looked like a fairly standard office, except huge desks with enormous sheets of paper were in rows, instead of tiny cubicles. They weren’t just predator sized either. They looked like blueprints?

Mark focused on the action. The sabretooth tiger had his camera pointed at a large rhino who was shouting at an iguana wearing a business shirt and slacks. The rhino himself was naked. The yelling continued.

“You skipped the fucking field inspection?” The rhino bellowed.

The iguana cringed down. “It was in a bad part of town. Roscoe said he was going with me and then he got sick and I couldn’t go by myself -”

“Why not?”

“Because I’d be eaten,” the iguana responded in a quiet voice.

The rhino laughed, though his body language still radiated anger. “Didn’t want to be lunch for some lucky predator downtown huh? Well guess what. You skipping that inspection puts us a week behind schedule. Failure to report a violation of the contract puts you on probation.”

“Please no, I’ll go right now! I’ll make it up!”

“And let somebody else get to chow down? No sir,” the rhino rumbled. “Here’s how you can improve the company’s performance.” The gray skinned predator surveyed the crowd watching. Many of them were prey, unlike Fang. “If you go out on a field inspection, you might get eaten. If you don’t go out on a field inspection, you WILL get eaten.”

He grabbed the iguana around the waist and started tearing his clothes off. Through the audio, Mark heard Fang lick his lips and the rabbit almost melted. The iguana was screaming and babbling, begging for help, but everyone around just watched. In seconds, the rhino was hoisting the naked reptile above his head. He fed on him feetfirst. It meant the doomed employee had plenty of time to howl for mercy. The rhino started gulping. The iguana’s legs bulged out of the gray skin at the throat. It took less than fifteen seconds for the rhino to swallow up to the neck. Mark watched, transfixed. The iguana gave up. His tears ran down his face, but he stopped screaming. He looked around, wide eyed. Another gulp. The iguana closed his eyes.

The rhino snapped his jaws shut and swallowed hard. The mass of meat moved slowly down his gullet and rounded out his belly. He gave it a slap as it started squirming. The rhino pointed at another employee but the video ended there.

Mark was so entranced by the video he didn’t even notice another message pop up. He closed his phone screen and tossed it to the side, reaching down to fondle himself. He could just picture himself in that iguana’s place. The rhino wasn’t his preferred predator, but he had cut a striking figure with the poor employee on his waistline. And of course, Mark would rather have seen the iguana forced to suck off the angry boss before he was eaten.

The rabbit let his thoughts turn to his own former boss. Mr. Woolsworth. The only thing the lion had going for him was his magnificent body. Mark wondered, if he had turned up today for work, if he had gone to that scheduled appointment, would the lion have fucked him first? He must be ravenous after Rachel skipped out on him yesterday. Mark hesitated. He had his boss’s number. What if he sent the pictures of Rachel to him? That would piss him off for sure. Although maybe better to wait until Mark had moved to Fang’s place. The lion had his address info on file.

He reached for his phone and noticed the blinking light. He opened up his messages and saw a reply from Rachel’s number.

Oh yeah? Am I still talking to Mark or did he get snatched up too?

Mark typed quickly.

No, it's me. I just understand now that we’re prey. Rachel looks good inside you. One day I’ll look like that too.

The rabbit waited, heart pounding. Another message popped up quickly, followed by two more.

Then why weren’t you here yesterday? I had another couple loads I didn’t pump into your friend.

Offer’s still open. You have the address. You’ll see the help wanted sign outside, just like she did.

And I can take my time with you. Save you for a couple days at least.

Mark sighed, reaching down to his member. It was starting to leak precum now. He stroked himself gently, typing with one paw.

I almost did. I ran into another predator first. I’m his now. I just wanted to let you know how good you looked.

A few minutes passed. Mark replayed the video Fang had sent him, stroking himself more vigorously. He responded to the tiger.

Hot as hell. Have you ever eaten prey at the office?

Fang responded immediately.

I’m not a manager. I’d be fired if I got caught. But my boss did fire an employee in front of me once at a jobsite.

Mark kept jerking off, picturing the scene.

So you ate him? Since he wasn’t part of the company anymore?

Of course. My boss could’ve taken him, but he fired him so I could get a taste.

How was he?

Almost as delicious as you. All the prey working construction watched me gulp him down. Maybe someobdy like you was watching.

Mark breathed deeply, getting closer to his climax. He switched chats to Rachel’s old phone when he got a notification.

How does she look now?

Below was another picture of the wolf’s belly. Taken holding his paw out, it showed the canine’s torso - not nearly as buff as Fang’s - his rounded belly, and his sheath and black furred nutsack. He was sitting on a toilet, although the photo didn’t show anything but the wolf. His left paw was on his stomach, pushing through his fur.

She’s moving through the company quickly. Her beak gave me a little trouble. Do you have a beak, Mark? Or would you digest nice and easy for me?

Mark started to type back one paw moving furiously at his crotch, but another picture popped up. The wolf’s sheath in closeup, bright red tip just peeking through. The bottom curve of his gut was visible. The canine’s paw splayed out, fondling his sheath.

Mark groaned at the sight, cumming all over his abdomen. It didn’t go far. Fang had fucked several orgasms out of him in the last twenty four hours and he was running low. It still felt amazing. Lying there, panting, Mark switched to his camera and reached a paw up, snapping a picture of himself. He kept his face out, but showed his torso down to his thighs, alongside his spent cock and cum matted white fur. He sent it to the wolf.

Would Fang be mad? Mark wasn’t sure. Obviously the sabretooth would be pissed if Mark went and fed himself to another predator, but did sending pictures violate something? Hell, what was their relationship?

His phone dinged again. A picture of the wolf’s cock, fully out of his sheath, knot forming below it.

I fucking love rabbit. You’d taste delicious stuffed with wolf meat. Come see me.

Mark found he didn’t have to think about the answer.

No. I belong to someone else.

What a tease. Well, you couldn’t help messaging me back. Maybe you’ll come to your senses.

Mark closed the phone. He looked down at his torso and sighed. He stood up and walked to the shower again.

The rabbit didn’t do much else with his day. Was he supposed to pack? What would he pack? He never wore clothes unless it was cold, and living until winter seemed optimistic. Food? He didn’t have cooler bags or anything for produce, and he’d need to find more wherever Fang’s place was regardless. In the end Mark just watched TV, napped, tidied up a bit more. He told his friends he’d lost his job, but said nothing about Fang or Rachel. He talked briefly to his brother. An invitation to another yearly family gathering. As though Mark wanted to see how thinned down his family was, or all the new brats waiting to grow up into tiger food. He checked his work laptop - it had been locked out remotely. Mark threw it in the garbage can. Let Woolsworth chew on that. Mark did get an ice pack and sit on that for a while. Horny or not, there were some things no amount of lube could fix.

True to his word, Fang returned around 430 that afternoon. Mark was lazing on the couch, but he jumped to his feet as the locks rattled. Seeing the sabretooth tiger come through the doorway, his light orange fur lit by the sunlight through the windows, took Mark’s breath away. The tiger was so big, so confident, so incredibly sexy to him. A smirk came to his face when he saw the rabbit. He stepped in, locking the door. He raised his nose and sniffed as he stepped in. A large paw reached out and grabbed his shoulder. The feline predator could palm his skull if he wanted.

“I still half expected you to be gone when I came back. You waited for me. You didn’t run off to hide - or to find another belly to crawl into.”

“I’m yours, Fang.”

“Did you jerk off to that video I sent you? I can smell your cum. Poor Yancy. He got fucked over by Roscoe good, but the boss gets what the boss wants.”

“You can smell that?” Mark asked, surprised,

“I’m a predator. I could smell it in the hallway, but I wasn’t sure till I came in. Cum stinks.”

Mark shook his head. “Yeah, but all I smell is you. And I came this morning when you fucked me.”

“Mark, I’m a very good predator.”

The rabbit took a breath. “I did jerk off to the video. It was so hot… and imagining you eating somebody at work like that gets me going…”

“Were you thinking about your boss? You’d be going down his throat right now if you’d gone to work, right?”

“Yeah. He has a great body, but he’s a piece of shit. Always making excuses to eat people when they’re just doing their jobs.”

Fang leaned down so their faces were level. “Am I a piece of shit when I eat people?”

“You’re different!”

“How? That wolf who ate your friend, he lured her in with a job opening, right? Predators lie and steal and trick prey to get what we want.” He leaned in close, licking his lips. Everytime, Mark watched those huge fangs and that tongue. “You in our bellies. However you get there, that’s where you belong.”

Mark swallowed. “I just… I want you, not that shitty lion.”

“And I’m happy to hear it. But if you’re gonna live with me for a while before that happens, get used to the ethics, Mark. A predator eating prey is always right.”

The rabbit breathed in deep. “You’re right. Its the same end. It doesn’t matter if somebody gets tricked into it, if they give up, if they get snatched on the subway. So we might as well enjoy it, right?”

“Exactly.” Fang walked over to the chair and sat down, dropping his backpack on the floor. He patted his knee. Mark followed him, climbing up the enormous cat’s leg. He felt like a child, but that would seriously mischaracterize their relationship.

“Fang?” Mark began. He didn’t want to keep anything from the sabretooth. “I didn’t just jerk off to your video. I texted that wolf from yesterday.”

The tiger’s only reaction was a raised eyebrow. “Having second thoughts about your stomach of choice.”

Mark grimaced. “Not exactly. I just wish I could be in every stomach, honestly. I couldn’t stop myself. I told him how good his belly looked.”

“He did look pretty sexy with your friend inside.”

“He sent me more pictures, asked me to come over again. I told him no. But I did send him a picture of me. Without my face.”

“Show me.” The rumbling tiger wasn’t angry, but his voice made it clear he would be obeyed.

The rabbit fetched his phone and climbed back up. He sat directly on Fang’s lap this time, feeling that sheath underneath his still sore ass. The big cat glanced at the icepack on the couch. “I’ll have to give your ass a break tonight, I suppose.”

“I’m sorry,” Mark said.

“Not your fault you’re built fragile. We’ll build you up. Don’t expect me to be nice in the morning, though.”

The rabbit nodded, then opened his phone. With Fang leaning over his shoulder, he scrolled through his messages with the wolf. Mark glanced at the name of the chat. Rachel. He’d need to change that. Rachel was wolf shit now.

As they reached the end of the short conversation, Fang reached down a claw and tapped one word. “You told a predator no. Are you ever going to tell me no?”

“N - Never.”

Warmth on the back of his ears. Mark could feel the sabretooth smile. “Good boy.” A shiver went up Mark’s spine at that phrase.

“You told him you belong to another predator.”

“I belong to you.”

“So why did you text him? Why tease him?”

Mark shifted on Fang’s lap. The tiger’s sheath twitched slightly, but the massive male didn’t seem to be all that aroused right now. “Your video made me horny. And this wolf… if he hadn’t caught Rachel and shown me running was pointless, I probably would’ve bolted last night when I saw you.”

“So I have him to thank for delivering you to me, ready to accept being prey?”

“Sort of.”

Fang took the phone from him. He switched to the camera, set it to take a selfie. He pushed his massive arm out to capture both of them in frame. He took the picture and pulled the screen in so Mark could see.

The rabbit was surrounded on all sides by Fang’s lithe frame. He looked giddy, sitting there on the feline sheath. It dwarfed the rabbit’s own equipment. Fang’s tail stuck out under his leg, waving side to side, frozen in the picture.

Mark watched as Fang went back to the chat with Rachel’s phone. He sent the picture of the two of them, then pulled the phone from Mark’s view and started typing. The rabbit wondered what he was saying, but he didn’t ask. The tiger was in charge here. Mark leaned back into that warmth, nestling his head between the cat’s pecs. That smooth fur caressed his ears. The heat from Fang’s crotch and abdomen radiated up. Mark felt the bulge of the tiger’s meal, still heavy in his gut. It gave the tiger some padding, and Mark loved it.

The tiger lowered the phone again. He handed it to Mark to let him read the conversation.

Afraid the little rabbit is mine. I left him alone all day today and he didn’t run. I think you’re out of luck on rabbit for dinner.

You gotta be kidding me. I find a willing prey with a tight ass, and you already scooped him up?

Do you want a taste?

You’d let me have him?

I’d let you try him. He’s infatuated with you. If he’s good over the next few days, I might let him service you. His ass took me to the hilt. But the only gut he’s going in is mine.

Hmm. Its tempting. Never had sloppy seconds from another predator. But if you bring him over when I’m hungry, well, I won’t make promises.

“He doesn’t get to have you, Mark.” Fang’s voice rumbled through his body. He spoke quietly, and the rabbit felt it more than he heard it.

“So…”

“So if you want that wolf cock, want to stare down his throat like your friend did, we’re gonna have to stuff him first.”

Mark leaned his head back to look at his lover. “You’d do this for me? Hook me up with another predator?”

Fang leaned down, his tusks just brushing the top of the rabbit’s head, pushing his ears aside. “You make me so fucking horny when you get excited by this,” he breathed. One heavy paw landed on the rabbit’s crotch, those velvet pads massaging, fondling. “I’m gonna keep you to myself for a few days. But if I don’t eat you next time I’m hungry, I could set up a playdate.” The tiger grinned. “I can appreciate a man too, you know. A hookup for me and you, another pair of jaws for you to drool over.”

“Thank you,” Mark whispered.

“But,” Fang said, pulling his paw off the rabbit’s crotch, lifting his head back up. From intimate to commanding. “You gotta keep me happy, first. Lets get to my place. This furniture isn’t built for me.”

Fang didn’t say anything when the rabbit didn’t bring food or clothes. Mark just grabbed stuff like his phone charger, some games, a console. He stuffed everything in his backpack and stood, ready. The tiger put a paw on his shoulder. “Stay near me the whole time. Close enough for me to grab you. Don’t let me get out of your sight.”

Mark nodded. He’d commuted in this city every day. He knew what it was like. They left the room. The doors on either side were ajar. Mark’s neighbor closest to the elevator had been eaten yesterday morning by a dragon she’d hooked up with. His other neighbor was still digesting inside Fang. The tiger led them down the stairs. They didn’t see anyone else. Fang led them through the lobby.

“Don’t you want to talk to your buddies who came with you?” Mark said. He had to walk fast to keep up with the predator’s strides.

“Nah, I talked to Panuk - he’s the polar bear who ate your old super - when I came back earlier. They’ll text me if they need something. I’ll see them at the gym in a couple days anyway.”

“Is your friend really going to take over the building?”

“Probably. He was between jobs anyhow. He texted me last night he met the building super’s wife when she came home. He has her helping him run the place for now.”

“He didn’t eat her?”

“He probably will soon. I don’t think she’s like you - Panuk just scares people into submission. Comes from being a ten foot tall polar bear.”

They stepped out onto the streets. It was rush hour right now. Despite Fang’s presence, he couldn’t help the anxiety that started building in him. For almost two years now, he’d spent day after day leaving the safety of his home to get around here. Of course, it turns out his home was never safe. Fang had proved that.

The predator moved off toward the subway, confident. Prey parted around him like water. Mark stuck close in this bubble of clear space. Other prey gave him looks. Confused, worried, surprised, considering. They thought he was crazy, no doubt. They still believed they could avoid their fate. They were him from two days ago. The rules to staying alive did not include walking in grabbing distance of a predator.

Down the steps into the station. He and Fang swiped through the turnstiles. Mark had never thought about it before but Fang could step over these things without a fuss. Another reminder this world was built for predators first and foremost.

He hustled up beside Fang. The next train was minutes away.

“So uh, where do you live?” Mark asked.

“Walnut Suites, a little ways uptown around 145th and Amsterdam.” Mark didn’t know the building, but 145th street was quite a ways north. They’d have to change lines.

“Do you work up there?”

“No, I actually work here in midtown.”

“In construction?”

Fang shook his head. “Architect. That guy who got eaten this morning was supposed to do a field inspection for the 2nd Ave station actually. We’re doing an expansion. I’m working with the engineers to place new support columns and the inside bits of the new section.”

“Wow. Did you design this station?”

Fang looked down at him. “I forgot how young rabbits are, even though you’re an adult. This station is like seventy years old, Mark.” He stood for a minute. “You know, I’ve never really talked with prey like this before. Some at work, obviously, but we talked about work, not our lives. What did you do for work before you were scheduled to be eaten?”

Mark grimaced. “Just financial projections for a bank, some other analytical work. I’m not sorry to lose it. I did a good job, but he was a shitty boss, and it was kind of boring.”

“Maybe I could get you a job at my place in the finance sections.”

Mark looked up at him. “How long are you keeping me around that I need a job?”

“I told you I won’t make promises either way. I’ll check out the options.” He nudged Mark. “Check it out. Hungry commuter.”

On the other platform, heading east, was a tall panther. He was rubbing his stomach and looking around. He seemingly spotted a target and began walking to their right.

“I bet its that pig there, see the one? She’s leaning on the pillar, texting.” Mark saw. Fang was right. The panther approached from the side and slightly behind. The pig was looking up from her phone regularly, but apparently she thought her back was safe. The panther grabbed one arm and spun her around to face him. His jaws yawned wide. She squealed once before he swallowed her head. His claws slid out, slashing down her business suit and underclothes.

Mark watched, breathing heavy, as the feline predator gulped, swallowing the pig’s shoulders. He shoved his head down, crouching as he got down to her waist, folding her breasts into his maw with his tongue. He kept pushing, his throat bulging out. The pig must be bent in half to get down his throat. Mark swore he heard a wet cracking noise. The panther's lips closed around her knees, and he finally stood tall again, tossing his head back and gulping loudly. He finished her feet off with another swallow, sighing and leaning back against the pillar in a mirror of the woman he’d just devoured.

Fang reached down and lewdly grabbed the rabbit’s crotch, making him jump. “God, it makes me horny already seeing people eaten. Seeing you get all hot and bothered though, makes it ten times better.” Fang leaned close. “Would you have shoved her down his throat?”

“Yes,” Mark whispered.

“Would you have sucked him off while he ate her?”

“Fuck yes!”

The tiger leaned back. Mark was half erect. The pink tip of the sabretooth’s dick was visible, but nothing else. “Good boy. If I hadn’t promised to give your ass a rest I’d rail you on the train uptown.” Mark shivered. He watched the panther across the way rub his belly. Mark could do it for him, if he was there. The oncoming train cut off his view, and Fang pulled the rabbit on board.

Nothing exciting happened on the ride. They got off at the right station to transfer, although Fang led him to a bathroom first. Mark didn’t have to go, so he hung back as Fang headed for a stall. The sabretooth tiger turned and raised an eyebrow, then marched back and hauled him by his arm. Other men in the bathroom looked on, but nobody did anything. Why would they? Mark was prey.

“I don’t have to go, Fang,” Mark said, trying to pull his arm free.

“I told you I don’t want you out of my sight,” he said, yanking him forward.

“In the bathroom?”

“Remind me again how your dad died?”

Mark shut up. He stopped pulling away and walked into the stall with the big cat. Fang lowered himself onto the toilet and sighed. He looked at the rabbit. “You know, I figured you wouldn’t be such a prude. We’re already naked. And if that orangutan wasn’t there last night, this would be you.” The cat grunted slightly.

“I don’t like thinking about that bit,” Mark admitted.

“Well, I do,” Fang countered. “This is what you’re for. You fuel my body, and then I’m done with you.”

Mark looked down at his paws. He could see partway under neighboring stalls. All were occupied by predators. The ultimate destination of any prey. “Can’t I be something more to you?”

“You already are,” Fang said. He clasped his paws together. “But no matter what you were before, once I eat you, you’re tiger shit.”

Mark nodded. “I know that.”

Somebody hit the stall wall next to them. “Take the philosophy somewhere else, morons. I’m fighting for my life over here.”

“What’d you have,” Fang said conversationally. Mark shook his head. Predators were bizarre.

“Garter snake. I think I only got the scales halfway.” A pained grunt followed.

Fang nodded sagely. “I avoid the scalies,” he said to Mark in a whisper. Eventually he led the rabbit out of the bathroom after finishing and washing his paws. His belly was noticeably smaller. One day, and half the monkey was gone. He’ll be hungry again soon, Mark thought. Another prey to churn into shit. Maybe me.

They boarded the next train north. Mark sat right next to Fang. He thought of the moose and the fox from yesterday morning. He looked at Fang’s crotch. He glanced around the car and saw many people staring at him. They didn’t understand. He’d boarded with a predator, deliberately sat next to him.

“Feeling ashamed?” Fang breathed. His rumbling voice vibrated Mark’s seat. The rabbit looked up and met those amber eyes.

“They just don’t get it. Let me show them what they should be doing.” Mark reached a paw over and started fondling the tiger’s nuts. Fang grinned and played with his own sheath. In seconds that tip appeared again. Mark set to work. He didn’t worry about the others in the car. Finally he got to do what he always fantasized about. When some prey got snatched up and used, why didn’t they enjoy it? Mark would show them how.

He had to use his paws once the tiger was fully unsheathed. Fang purred and moaned. He used his paw to force the rabbit to swallow him more than halfway, before the shaft just wouldn’t fit. He used his own paw to stroke himself, humping his hips up, building to his climax. Mark nuzzled his balls, licking around his sheath. He licked up precum. Towards the end he got down on his knees. The car was crowded by this point. Evening commuters had to get home, even if there was a rabbit blowing a tiger in the subway.

Mark swallowed Fang’s tip, and that heavy paw pushed him down. The other paw was stroking wildly, hips thrusting shallowly. The sabretooth tiger growled out his orgasm, and Mark hung on, gulping down that potent seed. It was deep enough in his gullet he didn’t have to swallow. He just hung on as the horny animal fucked his face to completion. Those barbs didn’t hurt his muzzle at all, not like when that cock was rammed up his ass.

Finally Fang pulled his head up. Mark gasped for breath, a wide grin on his muzzle. He’d swallowed every drop. Fang yanked him off the floor, settling him on his broad chest and stomach. “Good boy,” he whispered. He spun the rabbit around and let him slide down his torso. Mark’s cock was still leaking - he hadn’t cum. He didn’t need to, not right now. Fang’s dick stuck up in front of him between the rabbit’s legs. It still twitched and throbbed, shiny and covered in spit.

Looking around at the crowded car, at all those faces - many expectant, waiting for Fang to lean down and eat him - Mark knew he wasn’t ashamed. If anything, he felt sorry for those people. Wouldn’t it be better if they just accepted, like he did? That little cat over there, she should be on her knees eating out the female horse next to her. The mouse by the door, clutching his two sons? He should be kneeling in the lap of the elephant across from Mark, feeding his sons while he rode the pachyderm. They’d all be happier that way, predator and prey.

Still, Mark thought to himself. At least he’d figured it out.

Fang’s dick slowly pulled back into his sheath, and Mark managed to calm his own arousal somewhat. After a long ride, Fang stood them both up, pushing the rabbit in front of him. The crowd on the car parted for them. Nobody said a word, but Mark read the confusion in their faces. Why wasn’t he wearing a tigerskin coat? Someday, he would.

The sabretooth led him through the packed masses of commuters. Mark saw plenty of evidence that he was right to skip the subway in the evenings. He saw at least five predators in the act of gulping down prey before they got up to street level, and more than a dozen who’s bellies still squirmed.

“Where do you hunt, when you aren’t trawling apartment buildings?” Mark asked back at Fang.

“All over, really. Sometimes I grab a snack on the train home, sometimes I eat at the gym.”

The throng of people made it hard to talk, so Mark just moved back until he was next to the feline and followed him. Two blocks from the station they entered a large apartment building. Fang took him into the elevator and hit the button for the twenty second floor. They zoomed up and entered a nice hallway with a rug. The whole place was a lot fancier than Mark’s old apartment. That feeling was reinforced when Fang unlocked the door halfway down the hall and ushered the rabbit inside.

This place was built on a larger scale than the rabbit’s. The seat of the couch near the entrance came up to his stomach. Chairs were taller and wider, the table near the kitchen close to his neck height. The ceiling was only about a foot taller, but it made a noticeable difference. Like Mark’s place, the tiger had a simple studio apartment. A door enclosed his bathroom, and a wall enclosed three sides of his kitchen next to that, but his enormous bed was in the open space connecting to this front living area.

“Home sweet home,” Fang said, tossing his backpack on the table. He palmed Mark’s head as the rabbit walked past and pulled the lapine into his stomach. “Of course, its just a temporary stop for you before your real home.”

“Of course,” Mark replied, his voice muffled in the tiger’s fur.

He released the rabbit. “I’ve got some snacks and stuff around, but we’ll probably have to get you some vegetables right? That’s what you eat?”

“Yeah, usually. Although I’m not very hungry after your load, honestly.”

His predator’s grin lit up the room, lips curling around his fangs jutting up and out. “I wonder how long you could live, purely on my cum.”

“Survive, probably a while. But I don’t think it would be very healthy. Don’t you want me plump?”

“True, I suppose.”

The light from the city shone through the large windows at the end of the apartment. The sun had gone down fully while they were underground. Mark stepped up the glass, looking down at the people surging along the streets. He saw Fang step up close behind him in the reflection, but he felt the tiger come near first. The weight of his presence loomed over the rabbit. Heat, breath, the creaking of his heavy, quiet tread. The sabretooth pressed his abdomen into Mark’s head, his sheath resting on the rabbit’s back.

“I’m glad I’m here,” Mark said quietly.

He saw a small smile on the feline’s face in the glass. “Me too, Mark. I’ve been alone for a while. I’ll be alone again when you’re gone, but honestly, I’m glad to have you around.”

For now, Mark thought. He didn’t think further on that point. He leaned back into his lover’s warmth.

The two of them played games for a while. Mark worried Fang would be a sore loser, but he just laughed when the rabbit beat him in a fighting game. They showered together - unlike the rabbit’s, Fang’s shower was big enough for both of them. The tiger had a powerful blowdryer, something the rabbit had always meant to buy for his fur. Fang wrapped him in his powerful arms and held him tight as they watched television before bed. The rabbit got the tiger to watch two episodes of his favorite baking show before they fell asleep.

Morning came, and with it a rather insistent poking from behind. The sabretooth tiger had warned him he was lusty in the early hours. The big cat held him tightly, rubbing his cock into the rabbit’s back, teasing his own dick, rolling the two of them around in the sheets.

True to his word, he had no mercy on Mark’s ass this time. The tiger used him, barely working him open with a couple of spit soaked digits before rolling on top of him and fucking him into the mattress. Mark was becoming a seasoned pro at taking that feline shaft - after he spent a minute or two screaming at the violent entry and the barbs raking his hole. It transformed into pleasure faster than ever, and Fang kept his head buried in the pillows anyway.

The tiger grunted, growled, purred, and rumbled his way through their morning fuck. Mark caught glimpses of that light orange tail lashing behind the predator as he humped his snack turned boyfriend. With a growl like a jet engine, the sabretooth emptied his load into the rabbit’s guts. Mark came twice during the fucking. Waking up wrapped in the arms of a horny hungry killer had kept the rabbit at full mast the whole time.

Fang reluctantly pulled his dick out of the rabbit, not waiting for it to deflate. “I’ve gotta clean up and get to work,” he rumbled.

“What do you want me to do?” asked Mark.

“Stay here and don’t leave.”

“Again?”

“This building is almost all predators. Making it out the front door without me is practically impossible. Tomorrow’s the weekend, I’ll take you for a walk. I’ll take you shopping tonight and we’ll get some proper food for you.” The sabretooth licked his lips, amber eyes gleaming. “Start fattening you up and all that.”

The rabbit grinned back. Shortly, the tiger was heading out the door. He ordered Mark to lock up behind him.

Mark found some chips in the tiger’s cupboards, although he had to pull himself onto the counter to reach those higher up. He had a few sticks of celery in his fridge, and an apple. Mark made do with that. He wondered why Fang had any food like that in his kitchen - or why a predator apartment even had a kitchen. Did the tiger just snack on food like this, or did he sometimes eat actual meals instead of gulping down prey?

He lounged around most of the day, although he did decide to text his old boss. He sent the lion the pictures of his coworker Rachel - first mounted on wolf cock, then gobbled up by the canine.

You didn’t get either of us, jackass. Hope your whole department misses your targets and you get an appointment with your own boss.

Surprisingly, the lion didn’t reply. Mark thought about sending the picture of him and Fang, but decided against it. Taunting the lion after he moved was one thing. Woolsworth couldn’t find him here. But Mark risked too much if he showed Fang’s face. Sending those pictures made him think of the wolf, but Mark resisted the urge to text him. Fang would handle that situation, if it ever came to fruition.

Fang was home a little before five today. Mark ran to him and hugged around his stomach, receiving a heavy paw on his back in return. He saw the tiger sniff. “No jerking off today?” Mark shook his head. “Why not?”

“I want to save myself for you.”

“Well, I don’t care if you cum or not when I fuck you. Hell, you could try to find some hookups your own size if you want.”

“How would I meet them? Inviting them here is a death sentence, and so is leaving for me.”

“True. Well, sext whoever you like. You can be damn sure I’m not gonna stop pounding holes just because you’re here.”

“Even the wolf?”

Fang frowned, considering. “Not him - not yet. He’s not just dick to you, is he? You want his belly.”

“I want yours more.”

“No wolf for now. Thank you for asking. Now lets get to the store.”

Going shopping with a predator was a unique experience for Mark. The tiger knew a grocery store nearby and led them there. It was clearly geared towards prey, but there were two other predators Mark saw in there, buying small amounts of groceries.

“Why do you eat any of this stuff?” Mark asked. “Why do you even have a kitchen?”

“Nutrition, mostly,” Fang replied. He walked along, carrying a basket. Ahead of them, two ferrets gasped at the sight of him and ducked into a nearby aisle. “You prey aren’t the healthiest thing in the world, you know.”

“I take offense to that.”

“Look at you,” Fang laughed, poking at Mark’s belly. “Little pudgy, aren’t we? ‘Course, I love you like that. But you don’t look great on my figure once you’re gone. And I don’t want any diseases or issues from lack of vitamins.” He leaned down to grab a few watermelons. He palmed them like he palmed the rabbit’s skull.

“Do you just snack on vegetables, or do you actually cook meals?”

“Mostly snack. If I cook, I usually use meat, but I don’t do it often. Its a huge pain.”

Mark frowned. “What meat?”

The tiger looked at him like he was an idiot.

The rabbit shivered and turned away. “Oh. I figured you only ever ate people whole.”

“Usually. Maybe once a year I’ll go to the trouble of cooking. It tastes a little better, but it doesn’t feel anywhere near as good.”

Mark hadn’t ever thought about this side of predators. He wanted to ignore it, but that was silly. He grabbed several heads of lettuce and some carrots while he thought.

“What’s your favorite prey?” he asked the tiger. A ways to his right, a rat looked up at him with a frown. Mark stuck his tongue out at the rodent.

“Hmm,” Fang considered. “Honestly, I do like rabbit. And there’s so many of you, all the time. My favorite is probably horse, but I can only get them young.”

“Horse? Really?”

“They’re usually pretty lean, but they just have this flavor I love. And they kick real nice in my stomach. Rabbits do too. You guys have such strong legs.”

Mark licked his lips, taking an extra long step to shift his junk. He led Fang into the aisle with croutons and dressings, grabbing what he needed for salads. “What’s your least favorite?”

“Fish.”

Mark turned and looked at him. “Really? A cat who doesn’t like fish.”

Fang narrowed his eyes. A heavy paw settled on his shoulder. “Feline, Mark. I eat cats. And yes, I don’t like any kind of seafood. I had a shark once, another young one. Hated the skin texture.”

They resumed walking. “I had a tabby cat boyfriend,” Mark said conversationally. “Actually, he got eaten in a grocery store like this one. Walked around the corner of an aisle right into a dragon. We both bounced off his stomach like a brick wall. He reached down and grabbed my boyfriend and…”

“I’ve never actually eaten anyone in here. I thought about it once, but usually I come here after I’ve eaten ‘cause my body is screaming for some kind of greenery.”

The rabbit grabbed a few more things like sodas, some chips he liked better than what Fang had. The big cat - maybe Mark shouldn’t think of him that way anymore, given his reaction to the word - carried the basket the whole while, occasionally adding a few things he wanted himself. They went to the register and Fang paid, swiping a card he pulled from a pouch he wore around his neck. The rabbit woman behind the counter couldn’t stop looking between Mark and Fang, her expression fearful.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” Fang said, taking his card back. “I’m full up on rabbit right now, as you can see.”

They left the terrified lapine behind, walking back out onto the sidewalk. Mark couldn’t help giggling a few steps from the store. Fang glanced at him. “What is it?”

“Her face!” Mark laughed. “She looked like she thought you were gonna lean over and snap her up.”

“That’s how they all look to me.”

“Well, its what you usually do, right?”

Chuckling together, they wandered back to Fang’s apartment. Other predators in the lobby gave them strange looks, the two of them walking together carrying bags of groceries. Fang didn’t give them a second glance. In the elevator, Mark asked another question.

“What do the other predators think about this?”

“Think about what?”

“Us. You keeping me around, shopping for me, playing games together.”

The big feline shrugged. “I don’t know. My buddy Panuk told me I was crazy when I first told him I’d left you in the room yesterday. But he didn’t care about the relationship, he just thought you would bolt. He hung out in the lobby of your building all day waiting for you, had the camera feed for the fire escape up on his phone in case you went that way.”

A chill ran down the rabbit’s spine. “So if I had run this morning…”

“Panuk would be shitting you out right about now, yes. And before that, you’d have become intimately acquainted with polar bear cock. Let me tell you, even your ass couldn’t handle that thing, but it wouldn’t stop him.”

The elevator dinged, and they stepped out, walking down the hall. “Well, that sounds super hot, but I’m still glad I didn’t run.”

Fang held the door for him into the apartment. “Getting split open, devoured, and turned into bear shit turns you on, huh.”

“I jumped on your dick quick enough. Like you told me, I’m lucky I wasn’t the one left in that station bathroom.”

Fang shook his head, locking the door. “Maybe I’ll have to introduce you to Panuk, see how far you get.”

“You’d introduce me to your friends?”

“I mean, yeah. If I can be sure they won’t eat you, at least. We are already talking about taking you to some rando wolf to get knotted.” Mark smiled, thoughts racing through his head. Were Fang’s buddies like him? Surely all male predators were used to using prey like him. “See? That expression right there. I was worried when I spared you that you’d get worn out too quickly and I’d be having rabbit for dinner tomorrow, but now I’m wondering how to get you enough cock to keep you happy.”

The rabbit shrugged. “You got me to stop lying to myself, and I’m embracing it - I’m a cock hungry gutslut.”

“Damn right.” The big tiger walked over to the couch and laid down facing the TV. He patted his muscular thigh. “Come on up.” Mark obligingly climbed on top of his predator. He had to be helped up. He could get on the couch, but the extra height of Fang’s lithe but thick body was too tall. Mark laid down on his stomach, their two sheaths touching. Fang reached down a heavy paw, and adjusted himself.

For a while they laid like that. Mark listened to his lover’s heartbeat. It drummed steadily beneath his head where it lay between those luscious pecs. His own belly pressed against the tiger’s, noticeably smaller today. The monkey was nearly gone. Like their thoughts were connected, Fang brought up the subject of his emptying stomach.

“Soo… I’m gonna be hungry tomorrow. It’s a gym day for me. I won’t take you with me this time, so I can talk to Panuk and Joseph. But when I get back…”

“You’ll have me for dinner?” Mark asked quietly.

Fang was quiet for a time. “No,” he finally sighed. “You’d be delicious - you are delicious - but I want to save you. Maybe I’m a little fucked in the head as a predator, just like you’re a little fucked up prey.”

“Just my luck to finally figure out I want to be eaten, and end up with a sabretooth tiger that won’t eat me.”

“Are you complaining?”

This time Mark was contemplative. “I do want more time with you,” he said quietly. “I know you joked about it, but all I really need to be happy is you. I want those other guys, but I need you.”

A velvety paw rubbed over Mark’s back. “Well, what I need is dinner tomorrow. And you make me so fucking horny, watching you get excited whenever I talk about food. I want you there.”

“It would be so hot to watch you eat. I’m still sorry I missed you eating that orangutan.”

“There was nothing erotic about that. I was so hungry I just jumped on her and started eating, shoveling her down as fast as I could.”

Mark reached up and put a paw on the tiger’s chin. “That’s fucking hot. I mean, slow and erotic is cool too, but you’re an animal. Seeing you feral, just gulping somebody down, a person, is just…” Mark shivered, his sheath twitching and throbbing. He hardened further, tip poking out, when Fang growled underneath him.

“See? This is what I want from you,” Fang explained, his voice deeper, more primal.

“So what’s the plan?”

Fang looked at him with those hunter’s eyes. “Did you tell any of your friends you’re with a predator?”

“Not yet. I told them I lost my job and am looking for a new one.”

“I want to eat one of your friends.”

Mark stared upwards at his lover. “My friends?”

“Yes.”

The rabbit thought about it. “Why them?”

“Because I think it’ll be fucking hot when they realize you betrayed them. When you feed them to me, and I fuck you hard while they’re screaming in my belly.”

Beneath him, Fang’s own cocktip was poking out now. The tiger fed on Mark’s enthusiasm, and the rabbit’s encouragement took them both down a spiral. Mark couldn’t help squirming, rubbing his own half hard dick on that enormous feline sheath. Fang reached a paw down between his legs. He shifted Mark effortlessly, guiding the rabbit’s exposed penis into his own sheath.

Mark moaned at the feeling. The furnace heat of the sabretooth’s sheath embraced his cock, the slick fluids of his body rubbing against him. The rabbit unsheathed fully in an instant, thrusting into Fang’s body. Against his own dick, he could feel Fang’s throbbing tip, pulsing, slithering up like a snake, pressing into his abdomen.

“Maybe I’ll have you fuck them down my throat,” Fang continued. His stare turned Mark on even more. The heat and passion in his low voice wasn’t reflected on his muzzle. The tiger stared at him, cold eyes glimmering. “And maybe, when you’re finishing, when I’m about to swallow your friend, I’ll open wide. You’ll thrust too deep. I won’t stop with food in my throat.” The tiger let his jaws creak open. Hot breath washed down his chest over Mark’s face. He saw the deep red flesh of Fang’s open throat, the strings of saliva connecting his teeth and lips. Fang ran his tongue across his lower jaw, slathering each of his tusks jutting downwards. Mark would fit between them. He could hold onto them while he fucked somebody down that long gullet.

Mark cried out, shuddering as he came into Fang’s sheath. The tiger snapped his jaws shut, and the clicking sound of his teeth meeting with such finality made the rabbit lose his mind. He panted and gasped, humping desperately into the tiger’s opening, emptying his balls. Fang growled, then yanked Mark up, spinning him around. Rabbit cum flung side to side as the sabretooth settled him on his chest, feet facing his muzzle.

Face to face with the tiger’s half erect and quickly growing length, Mark opened his muzzle and tried to crawl forward. Fang yanked his legs back before he could reach the tip. Wet heat engulfed his legs. Fang started eating him. Mark moaned, his cock staying rock hard, rubbing between the tiger’s furry pecs. He reached out a paw, brushing the barbed cock. He tried to lift it, stroke it.

Fang pulled him back more. The feline shaft pulsed out of reach, throbbing, fully unsheathed and starting to stiffen to full mast. Mark moaned and whimpered as his knees slipped past Fang's jaws. His slightly pudgy thighs were squeezed between the tiger’s tusks. His lower body was covered in Fang’s drool as his tongue slurped over his whole body. It wrapped dextrously around Mark’s foot and pulled as the tiger stuffed more rabbit in his muzzle.

Feeling his crotch lifted up, the tiger’s tongue slipped beneath his leaking shaft, protecting it from those sharp teeth. Mark twisted, looking back along his body. He was halfway inside the tiger. Despite the big feline’s supine position, Mark hadn’t needed to bend yet. The tiger’s head was so big that Mark's legs fit totally inside his muzzle. The rabbit could just barely see Fang’s hungry eyes.

Wet muscle gripped his footpaws. The tiger swallowed, and Mark cried out in ecstasy. He came again, spraying a meagre load on the cat’s rough tongue. His belly rested on Fang’s lower jaw. The enormous male was really eating him. Mark had pushed him too far - or just far enough, really. Mark was happy. The tiger would work him off in the gym tomorrow. Maybe he’d go fuck somebody in the locker room, and the bulge that used to be the rabbit would rest on their back while they got those delicious barbs dragged over their prostate. His only regret was not getting a last taste of that feline shaft himself.

It appeared Fang had mercy in that regard. Suddenly the tiger sat up, swinging his legs off the couch and straightening his back. One paw supported Mark’s shoulder, although the tiger’s throat held his calves fast now. The sabretooth leaned down, and the other paw guided his cock straight up - and down Mark’s throat. The rabbit didn’t need to do anything. The tiger bobbed his own muzzle, one paw stroking himself, rubbing along his own barbs. Mark’s jaw creaked as his muzzle was stuffed with sabretooth tiger meat, throbbing in his gullet, precum leaking out of his lips. Fang face fucked Mark, his hips thrusting lightly while he curled his head up and down, forcing the shaft into the rabbit’s face.

The whole time, the big cat growled. Hot breath from his nose washed across Mark’s back and ears. The vibration shook the rabbit’s whole body. He’d have cried out from his overstimulated dick, if he could even breath around the barbed shaft halfway down his throat. Fang curled up tighter. Tears streamed from the rabbit’s eyes. He started thrashing in the tiger’s jaws out of pure instinct. His vision started to go black around the edges. If Fang pushed him down another inch on his shaft, the rabbit’s jaw would break.

A rumbling roared through the tiger. Mark could just see the cat’s balls drawn up tight. In his middle, Mark felt liquid heat blossom as the shaft in his mouth flexed like a steel bar. The tiger pumped his cum directly into the rabbit’s stomach as Mark’s awareness faded. The pain went with it, and his last conscious thought was happiness that he’d served Fang well.

He came to on a cold tile floor. His surroundings slowly sharpened, and he recognized Fang’s shower. He was drenched in saliva and cum, and he shivered.

“Need something warm?” Fang asked. Mark turned his head to see the tiger standing above him, leaning on the shower door. His cock was still half out of its sheath. Mark swallowed, still entranced by the sight of the predator. His sheath twitched. Fang just chuckled. “You are insatiable, and from a predator, that’s a real compliment.”

“Yes, warmth please. I’m freezing.”

“Sure thing.”

Fang didn’t reach for the shower handles. Instead, he grabbed his dick and pointed it at the rabbit. Mark closed his eyes and mouth, scrunching up his face. The warm liquid that splashed onto his stomach actually felt nice. The tiger worked his golden stream over the rabbit, pissing on his face. Mark could’ve done without the smell, but he didn’t get a vote. The tiger had a huge bladder. It took a solid minute for the splashing to trickle away. Mark rubbed his face and opened his eyes, watching Fang shake his sheath to spray the last few drops over the rabbit. Then he reached over and turned on the shower.

Mark hissed at the cold spray, but it quickly warmed to a comfortable heat. The rabbit rubbed at his fur, and after a minute, the spray was cut off as Fang stepped in. He squatted down and lifted the rabbit up, leaving them face to face for a minute. Then the tiger leaned in and kissed him.

He didn’t quite swallow Mark’s head like he had their first kiss, but he was dominant, his tongue running across the rabbit’s whole face, into his mouth where it swirled, forcing his muzzle open. Mark melted into it. Finally Fang pulled back.

Those amber eyes. So hungry and cold and somehow still warm, for him. “I thought,” Mark started.

“I know. I almost did.”

“Will it always be like this?”

“Yeah. One time we do this, I’m gonna give in.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Fang shrugged. “You’re too good a fuck, too fun to keep around. And hot as this was, It’ll be hotter tomorrow when you do what I said and fuck somebody you know into my stomach. Plus, I’m not that hungry yet. If we had done that tomorrow…”

Mark nodded in agreement. Fang stayed in his crouch, both of them sprayed with warm water.

“I’ll tell you one thing though. Part of it, right from the beginning two days ago, is that you didn’t run. When I was swallowing your legs, you were trying to grab my cock.”

“I wanted one last taste.”

“So fucking hot, Mark. But I’ll tell you right now, aside from anything involuntary, like you choking on my load, the moment you try to run, or pull away…”

Mark met his eyes. “Down the hatch.”

He nodded. “You won’t be any fun if you run. Anybody on the street can run from me.”

“I’m not running.”

A slow smile came to his muzzle. He licked his lips again. Mark was mesmerized every time.

“No you’re not. Welcome to life with a predator.”