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Mark stepped down into the subway entrance. He swiped through the turnstile and headed to the far right of the station. Never be near crowds. You can't see behind you, so put your back to a wall. Wisdom from his elders.

The train was only a couple minutes late. The rabbit felt the grimy wind rush past his face, pushed by the leading car. He started to step to the side on instinct - you didn't want to be in front of the doors when they opened - but he bumped into a chicken next to him who was on her phone and stepping forward.

“Watch where you're going," she snapped at him, pushing back.

Mark opened his mouth to respond, but there was a yell from further along the station. Mark and the chicken turned instinctively, even though the rabbit knew what it was. Some doomed prey's final scream. He turned his head back to face the train, and his mouth went dry. He'd gotten distracted. The doors were opening, and a large horse was stepping out a few feet in front of him. The male was nude and almost twice the height of Mark, and he looked right at the rabbit.

Mark stumbled back a step, too panicked to move to the side, but it didn't matter anyway. A huge arm shot out, grabbing Mark around the throat and lifting him off the ground easily. The horse didn't even break stride, stepping clear of the other people who all broke around him. The rabbit got one glimpse of the chicken he'd bumped into. She met his eyes, terror and relief blending together. And then the doors closed and Mark's attention was returned to the horse holding him up to his muzzle.

“Glad I caught you," came a deep voice. “I'm running late for work, but you'll hit the spot for breakfast." One moment of letting his guard down, one stupid distraction, and Mark was prey. Hanging in the air, struggling to breathe, it suddenly seemed like such a stupid joke of a life. All his work and effort to steer clear of predators and he was reduced to some commuter's breakfast? The horse didn't give him another chance to think. His muzzle opened, jaws wide. Around them, people gave a wide berth, nobody rushing to help. This was normal. Typical.

Mark's muzzle was shoved onto the horse's wide tongue. Thick saliva coated his fur. The rabbit squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath at the equine's humid scent. Another paw grabbed Mark around the waist, hoisting his slightly pudgy body up. Mark couldn't help but groan as his face was pushed into the horse's throat. A loud gulp echoed in his ears as the equine wasted no time in swallowing the rabbit whole. The paw that had grabbed Mark by the neck was now on his legs. The horse tilted his whole head back, and Mark experienced a strange vertigo. He was gripped tightly by undulating muscle all around him, but he still fell down as that gulping gullet was assisted by the horse shoveling him into his maw.

The whole thing took maybe fifteen seconds from when the horse's jaws opened to when he felt those teeth clack shut behind his feet. Warm humid air wrapped his entire body as he slid down that wide throat, before squeezing through a sphincter into the male's stomach. Mark's head quickly hit the bottom, curling back around like a flip as the equine's powerful gulping forced the rabbit's lower half into the belly with him. Ears plastered flat to his skull, knees shoved into his face, Mark knew he was dead.

He'd suffocate in minutes, dissolve in hours. By the time this horse got back on the subway tonight Mark would be rabbit soup in his gut. In a few days, somebody else would make this trip. A rumbling, then a squeezing motion from all around. Mark began to hyperventilate, pushing with his paws on all sides, trying to find the exit. There had to be a way out. The stomach walls squeezed tight and didn't let go. Mark couldn't breathe. The air wasn't coming back. He felt a vibration throughout the equine's body as the horse burped up Mark's last breath. Crushed, suffocating, feeling the sting of stomach acids, the rabbit didn't have a chance to cry. His vision faded, his consciousness fled. Breakfast didn't need to think.

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Mark stepped across into the train car quickly, putting his back to the door on the other side. This line only had stations on one side, so he wouldn't be caught by surprise. The doors dinged again, swinging closed. The subway pulled away smoothly, and Mark looked down. He didn't pull his phone out, like many of the other commuters. He wanted to be able to move quickly, not be distracted.

The very next station, a large moose stepped in on the other side of the car. The enormous antlered male was naked. His balls swung as he stepped into the middle of the car, setting himself down on the seats, towards Mark's side. All the prey had gotten up and moved the moment they'd seen the moose, making it rather crowded in the space where Mark was now.

The rabbit endured the jostling, moving slightly so he had space to move if he needed. He glanced towards the moose - he was the only predator on board right now. The nude male couldn't lean his head back because of his antlers, but he sat with his legs spread wide. Mark couldn't help but glance at the black furred sheath between the predator's thick thighs. He definitely didn't want to see what was inside firsthand… did he?

Mark tore his gaze away as the train pulled into another station. He caught sight of a predator waiting on the platform. A brown bear, by the looks of it. Mark judged distances as the car slowed down. Unfortunately, his door was going to be right in front of the ursine. And she looked hungry.

That wouldn't normally be a problem since the car was full of prey between him and the door, but as they came to a stop, the she-bear locked eyes with Mark. And he knew she wanted him. Panic. His heart started beating faster. The fur all over his body started to rise, his breathing got faster, and suddenly he felt claustrophobic, hemmed in by all these other prey, held for the predator waiting for him.

The doors opened with a pleasant ding. The bear licked her lips, stepping forward. Prey squeezed past her, and Mark surged into motion. He pushed to the side, not taking his eyes off the ursine, shoving people in his panic. He pushed past a fox and stumbled into the clear space between the doors, stepping backwards from the advancing bear. He had to get out the other door before the train left the station and he was trapped on here as food for a -

A large arm wrapped itself around his shoulders and yanked him to the side. Mark yelped as he was pulled clean up onto the lap of the moose who had been sitting in the seats. His naked ass touched warm fur, and a warmer sheath that settled right between his own legs, pressing up between his thighs. He'd been caught by another predator.

The rabbit looked up to see the female bear staring with a disappointed expression at him.

“Sorry my dear, but he didn't seem to want your company." The deep voice rumbled from the body Mark was resting against. Or rather, held against. He half expected the bear to lunge forward or something but she just sighed.

“First that red panda, and now this rabbit. People like you oughta keep your paws to yourself."

“Don't be jealous, dear. You're surrounded by prey who can't escape." The bear took a slow look around herself, a smile coming to her muzzle as all the prey shrank back. Mark's attention was pulled away as the moose grabbed his lower jaw and tilted his head back so they looked in each other's eyes. “Well, I haven't had rabbit in a few weeks. Between you and me, I'm glad you slipped free of her clutches. I had my eye on your pretty white ass for my appetizer."

“A-Appetizer?"

The moose grinned at him. Mark felt something heavy and wet touch his thigh and the predator released his jaw so he could look down at the moose cock slipping free of its sheath to rest on his thigh. It pulsed, and several more inches slid out, thickening and hardening to a full erection in seconds.

Mark's own sheath twitched. The rabbit couldn't help but breathe in the moose's musk, potent and heavy on the air. His pinkish cock popped out of his sheath too, though it was barely a quarter of the size of the pink and black monstrosity it throbbed against.

“Never fucked a toy that got excited about it," the moose commented. With casual strength the larger mammal grabbed Mark around the waist and lifted him up, then spun him around in the air so they faced each other. “It'll be a treat to break your tight little pucker."

Wet heat at the rabbit's asshole. The experienced predator lined them up with ease. “Could you be gentle?" Mark asked, lifting his head to meet the moose's eyes.

He shook his head, antlers scraping the wall behind him. “No can do sweetheart. I've only got four more stops, and I've gotta empty my balls and fill my belly."

“But -"

Mark didn't get any further before the moose pulled down hard. The predator was similar to most equines with a heavy, blunt tip that made the initial entry rather difficult. For the rabbit, at least. The difference in strength and size meant that the lapine couldn't really do anything to escape.

The air was forced out of Mark's lungs as that fat cock punched into his hole. A wheezing whine was the only sound he could make as he was impaled on ten inches of moose dick. He felt that shaft throbbing inside him, flexing like a steel bar replacing his spine. The moose's face was the picture of ecstasy as he entered such a tight ass. Mark spasmed, twitching with involuntary contractions as his breathless body tried to repel his rapist, but the motions just pleasured his soon to be predator.

Mark's ass touched the moose's furry thighs, and the large mammal held him there for a moment. The rabbit was essentially kneeling on the lap of the man fucking him, and the support of his legs helped him take his first full breath. He used it to scream at the top of his lungs. He'd been fisted before, with a lot of lube and prep and care. Being fucked raw by a ten inch cervid cock with no prep was the worst pain he'd ever experienced.

Pressure under his arms lifted him, the cock in his guts dragging through his rectum, and Mark cut off with a gasp as his insides were rearranged to fill the gaping hole that shaft left inside him.

“Ahh, I like the screams, but let's have a little respect for our colleagues in the morning, huh?" the moose taunted. He pulled Mark up a couple inches from his tip, then yanked back down as the rabbit tried to yell again in pain. His hips lifted slightly to meet his breakfast's ass, and the huge mammal established a quick pattern of thrusting.

Barely able to breathe, Mark grabbed the moose's antlers for support. His vision was blurry, focused on the male rutting him . He watched the man laugh. “That's it sweetheart, ride me! And what's this…" A new sensation ran through him as the moose took one arm from his waist and wrapped it around the rabbit's bouncing cock. “Still hard, despite the screams." He slammed his hips up into Mark, letting the motion drive that little pink dick through his digits. Mark managed a moan. “I wonder if you're just into me emptying my balls, or if you're one of those weirdos more interested in the part where I fill my belly." The larger mammal leaned forward in his seat, still humping the rabbit, still jerking him off. Mark had to tilt his head back, just in time to see the moose open his jaws slowly, flat teeth ringing his maw, a thick pink tongue stretching forward to brush across the white furred rabbit muzzle.

Mark cried out, a wordless yell of pain and pleasure as he orgasmed. His cum shot out, spraying across the moose's stomach as Mark clenched down on the thick shaft inside him. That caused his predator to groan in return, and the rabbit felt as that ten inch pole flexed, throbbing hard and injecting him with warmth as the moose bred him like a bitch in heat. Despite the pain, Mark couldn't help but grin as he finally got what he'd always wanted and never admitted. A good hard fuck from a predator who saw him as nothing but a convenient toy. The moose grinned back.

And the grin kept widening until those jaws opened again, a cavernous opening to a fleshy slide. That wide muzzle descended, engulfing Mark in a single motion to his chest. Mark's muzzle was shoved almost to the throat - and then into it, as the moose pulled up on his ass and tossed his head back, gulping his meal down. The rabbit felt and heard as the moose banged his antlers into the subway car in his excitement, but it didn't stop him. Another swallow, and Mark could feel only his shins out of the predator's hungry jaws. His face pressed up against something tight, gravity and swallowing muscles trying to squeeze him against it.

One final gulp, and Mark's legs drained into the moose's ravenous gullet. The sphincter opened, and Mark was shoved into the cervid's stomach, forced to curl up in a tight ball. His still erect cock poked his cheek as he was doubled up. He felt a blow hit his side - probably his predator slapping his belly. Vibrations shivered through his body as the moose spoke, but Mark was so overwhelmed with what had just happened, and insulated by the big mammal's well fed body, that he couldn't make it out.

Didn't matter much anyway. He was dead meat - literally. Just like his parents, and most of his siblings. And his boyfriends, and most of his regular friends too. Nothing more than an inch or so on a moose's waistline. As Mark closed his eyes, the air getting thin even without his predator belching up his last breath, the rabbit somehow felt content. He'd tried to run all his life, right up to his final moments, and where had it gotten him? A seat on the largest cock he'd ever felt and a final resting place in a stomach. At least he didn't have to worry about work anymore.

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Mr. Woolsworth poked his head in. “Roberts, have you seen Ms. Houst?"

Mark turned to regard his boss. The lion's mane was rather magnificent. He had a great body. Of course, he ate underperforming employees to maintain those muscles. The lion was a hard taskmaster. Mark didn't like him much. The rabbit tried to maintain a nonchalant expression. “No sir. I just got back from lunch and I didn't see her there."

“That's not what your coworkers told me."

The rabbit felt a flutter of fear. “Sir, you can ask anyone in the cafeteria, I ate alone and came back up -"

“Cut the bullshit, Mr. Roberts. You opened the door for her. Three separate people told me so."

“You mean three people sold me out," the rabbit muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me?"

“Nothing, sir."

“It's not nothing, whatever you mumbled. It's a very serious breach of policy. Failure to maintain a secure area is two strikes." Mark felt his heart beat faster as the lion narrowed his eyes. “Even more damning is that Ms. Houst was responsible for the third quarter housing sector projections by end of day today. Helping her leave early without that work and no way to access her company issued equipment constitutes industrial sabotage and I hold you responsible, Mr. Roberts. Three strikes total."

Three strikes. Three strikes was bad. Three strikes meant…

“Let's go into my office and we can discuss your performance improvement plan for the duration of your probationary period, Mr. Roberts."

Numb, the rabbit stood and followed his boss. He felt like somebody else was controlling his body as he walked past his coworker's cubicles. They all glanced at him, then quickly averted their eyes. Could he blame them for selling him out? Not really. The boss had to have somebody to hold accountable. If it wasn't Rachel, it was going to be Mark. If it wasn't Mark, it'd be one of them. Looking at it that way, it now seemed insane he had helped the parrot escape. Of course the lion caught him. The predators always caught someone. Rachel was probably going to be eaten soon anyway, the ditzy moron. She'd already fucked up at one job. He should have let the lion take her in and lived his own life a little longer.

Yet Mark found he couldn't truly be that upset. Maybe Rachel was doomed at her next job, but Mark wasn't any better off. No prey was. He'd almost gotten eaten this morning by that bear on the subway, despite his best efforts to stay on his toes. His dad had always seemed like model prey, escaping every predator, until a crocodile decided on rabbit for lunch. And now Mark was in the lion's den.

As Mark stepped inside the office Mr. Woolsworth closed the door behind him like jaws snapping shut on their prey. An apt metaphor. “So," Mr. Woolsworth started, striding across the rich rug to his desk to pick up some papers. Mark hadn't missed the subtle click of a lock before he'd left the door. The lion dropped a key in a pen holder on his desk. He wasn't wearing any clothes with pockets - or anything at all, actually. Mark couldn't escape this room without that key, and overpowering and escaping such a large predator in the confined space of the office was truly laughable. Mark was trapped.

“I'm sure you are aware that three strikes puts you on probation, Mr. Roberts. Probation entails a number of things, including -"

“Oh can we stop this?" Mark interrupted. Suddenly he felt tired of the whole thing. Maybe he should have wanted to drag it out, live a little longer, but life spent being fake lectured was hardly worth living. The lion turned to look at him, his annoyance plain on his face.

“If you think cutting off your superior right now is a good idea -"

“Like you said earlier," Mark interjected again. “Let's cut the bullshit Mr. Woolsworth. You don't give a fuck about the performance improvement whatever and I don't either. You were going to eat Rachel, and since I helped spring her, you're going to eat me. Let's just skip to the part where you stop talking 'cause your mouth is full."

Silence for a full five seconds, where the lion stared at him with a bemused expression. “You want to skip to the part where I eat you alive and kill you?"

“I think I'd rather be digested than die of boredom talking about stupid shit that doesn't matter. Not to mention being lied to so you can pretend you're civilized or whatever while you devour your employees whenever you feel like it."

Mr. Woolsworth sighed and rubbed the top of his muzzle. “I guess I wouldn't expect prey to understand the rules we operate under. You should be glad we play these games, Mr. Roberts. It's the difference between you having a name and a life before all this. Otherwise we might as well just raise you on a farm or something, waiting to be eaten."

Mark snorted, then couldn't help a full laugh at the lion's darkening face. “As opposed to what? Mr. Woolsworth, I already spend my whole life waiting to be eaten. I watched my parents get eaten minding their own business. Four months ago a falcon ate my boyfriend off a ferris wheel in front of me, and before that, I watched a dragon eat another boyfriend while we were in a grocery store. I almost got eaten twice this morning, and I woke up hearing my neighbor get fucked and eaten by somebody before I left for my commute!"

The rabbit closed the distance between them and poked the lion's stomach. “Maybe if you all just stopped pretending and I'd been raised knowing what was waiting for me, I wouldn't feel so fucked in the head for wanting it."

Mark didn't move his digit from the predator's belly as he stood there, breathing hard. He heard what he'd just said as a faint echo. It was true, even if he'd never said it out loud before. Slowly he looked up at his boss. The lion was much bigger than him. That golden brown fur covered a body almost twice his height. Mark's head was level with the stomach he was touching, and the big cat's sheath hung just below his digit at about neck height on the rabbit.

The feline's expression was hard to read as he stared down at Mark. “Well, I have to say this is a new one for me. Normally employees are pleading for their lives around this point, or running for the door. The smart ones try to grab the key first. But I don't think I've ever had one tell me they wanted this."

Mark shrugged. The lion hadn't stepped back or moved away. Mark let his digit relax as he pressed his paw forward, sinking his palm into that gorgeous golden fur. “I don't want to die, but yeah, for whatever reason, I want this. Even if you are a huge dick to all your employees, you've got a killer body."

“Well then," and the lion's voice had dropped in tone, taking on a deeper, rumbly quality that made a little thrill run through Mark. “You're right about everything, Mr. Roberts -"

“Just Mark," the rabbit said quietly.

“Mark, then. My body is killer, and it's going to digest you. And you were right about my huge dick."

The comment was unnecessary, since the lion's cock was unsheathing in front of the rabbit's eyes. Pink and barbed, it was longer and thicker than Mark's when it was only halfway out.

“Do you want this too? I wasn't sure, but when you mentioned boyfriends…"

“Yes," Mark whispered. “Please, fuck me first."

A huge paw grabbed the rabbit by the scruff of his neck. Mark yelped as he was lifted, turned, and carried to the desk in a single stride. The lion tossed him onto the side of the desk like a toy, leaving his legs dangling and chest on the surface. More importantly, leaving his ass at the perfect height.

Mark heard his boss spit, and the saliva was rubbed into his crack by one thick digit. Thankfully the feline left his claws sheathed, but in seconds Mark felt what had clearly been unsheathed as the pointed tip of Mr. Woolsworth's cock slipped inside him. Even with that tapered entry, the size difference between them had Mark squealing in moments. He started to slide across the desk, his own cock out and pressed against the wood. The lion put a paw on his back and leaned down, pinning him in place as he plowed into the rabbit's ass.

Like all predators Mark had seen fuck, the bigger male wasted no time in bottoming out. The lube from his saliva didn't even make it a quarter of the way in, but the lion didn't bother stopping for Mark's wheezy screams of pain. The rabbit felt his boss's furry balls swing against his own as the feline claimed his prize. Panting for breath, head turned sideways, Mark tried to inhale as his boss finished thrusting, but Mr. Woolsworth didn't rest on his victory. He pulled his hips back, the paw on Mark now pushing away slightly. And Mark howled in pain as that barbed shaft tried to pull his guts out through his hole.

It lasted seconds, but Mark felt like his world had stopped for those brief moments. Woolsworth slammed his hips forward again, fucking the rabbit hard and fast, the paw on his back shifting to his head and muffling Mark's cries of agony as he was fucked within an inch of his life.

“You know, I was really looking forward to railing that parrot," the lion grunted. Wet slaps sounded through the office as he rearranged Mark's guts. “But honestly, I can't imagine her cunt being as tight as your ass." Mark whimpered into the wood underneath him. His ass didn't feel tight. He felt like his legs should have broken with how wide they were spread, like his lungs should be speared through by that thick spire of lion cock working over his insides. The big feline's barbed shaft sawed through his insides. And a part of Mark loved it.

Mr. Woolsworth stopped taunting his meal as he got closer to his orgasm. It had only been a few minutes, but male predators never seemed to drag it out when they were fucking prey. Mark gasped and clawed at the desk as he felt the pace pick up, the lion's testicles drawing up tight to his body. With a rumbling growl that shook the rabbit's whole body he felt his boss finish inside him. Heat burned up through his intestines as the virile cat pumped his prey full of cum.

Mark let out a shaky breath as everything came to halt, but it turned into a gasp of pain as he felt Woolsworth savagely yank his cock back, one paw holding the rabbit in place as he did so. That paw shifted, wrapping around the back of Mark's neck as the lion hoisted him into the air like a toy. “Hmm… I'm thinking paws first," the predator rumbled. “You're not much of a screamer, what with the deep-seated desire to be eaten and all that."

“Wait! Wouldn't you like to fuck me again? I'll suck your dick under your desk all day!"

“Tempting," the lion admitted as he lifted the rabbit higher above his head. “But my wife would be upset if I made you a regular thing. And to be honest, however nice it is to rape your ass, you'll be better food."

Despite the whole situation, one part stuck out to Mark. “You fuck people regularly and your wife knows?"

For a moment the lion stared at him with an odd expression, then he burst out laughing. “Oh wow, little rabbit, you really do think something of yourself, don't you? You're not a partner, you're just an edible fleshlight. My wife doesn't care if I jerk off and she certainly doesn't care if I empty my balls into my lunch."

And with that the big cat's jaws opened wide. Mark tried to find something else to say, to delay, but he found himself looking down past those sharp teeth and into that rippling tunnel of muscle. And when he was lowered into the predator's muzzle, he wiggled his legs until they slipped right down that hungry throat. Mr. Woolsworth purred in satisfaction, his thick tongue wrapping around the rabbit's lower body as he fed himself more lapine. Mark couldn't help a wince and giggle as that dextrous appendage found his hole. Lion cum drooled out, and the boss didn't hesitate to lap it up.

For a moment, Mark hung there with his calves wedged into the throat and his butt supported by the lion's tongue. Then his boss swallowed, and the strong muscles of his throat pulled Mark down several inches. He slid into that gullet, lubricated by copious amounts of saliva as his predator gulped again, pulling the rabbit's crotch in. The lion's tongue brushed over his leaking cock, but didn't linger. It continued tasting the lapine as he was eaten alive. Another swallow, bringing Mark's stomach into the throat. Now his head was almost entirely inside the enormous muzzle, sharp teeth above and below his face.

The hungry predator kept swallowing, pulling even Mark's ears inside his jaws. Mark started to hyperventilate as he realized the next swallow would pull his face into that long slide down, but before he got very far, the lion slammed his muzzle shut, plunging Mark into darkness and swallowing at the same time. Hot flesh squeezed against his muzzle as he was pulled into the gullet. Powerful gulps pulled the rabbit down the long slide as Mark held his breath, saliva crushed into the fur of his face and eyelids.

He felt his body forced to curl and bend as he was emptied into the stomach, and finally his face was sucked in too. The lapine squeezed into a ball as he was devoured. Somehow he got a paw on his dick and started pumping desperately. He'd never wanted his life to end, certainly not at the hands of his asshole boss. But…. Mark groaned as he remembered that feeling of fullness as he was fucked by the predator, as he felt the tight crushing pressure of a hungry belly all around him. In seconds the rabbit was convulsing as he orgasmed hard, legs trying to kick out at the stomach surrounding him.

As he came off the afterglow he realized he couldn't stop panting. Liquid pooled around his lower body, and the air was running out. His vision, already black, fuzzed at the edges. Mark couldn't help but feel that things were supposed to have been different. Eaten, maybe, but he should have been enjoyed and welcomed. From the feel of it, Woolsworth had sat back down to work. And Mark was gone. His last thought was a hope that Rachel would do something with the second chance he'd bought for her with his own life.

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Mark stepped outside after walking down to the ground floor of the building where he worked. He turned away from the subway entrance. Another rule: the subway was too cramped, too chaotic after a workday. Too many predators hungry after a day's work. He headed for the bus station. Buses were better. People were only allowed on at the front. He could step off the back entrance if hungry predators came aboard.

He steered clear of the alleys. He kept his head on a swivel. He moved out of the way of predators moving through the crowd of prey, though it caused him to bump into a goose walking from behind him. They got briefly tangled up and Mark shoved away. “Watch where you're going!" he snapped. The goose looked affronted, making a peaceful gesture as he pulled his forearm from his pocket. He was wearing clothes, like many prey.

“Sorry pal, got distracted."

“Good way to get eaten," Mark muttered as he continued walking.

He got to the station right as a bus pulled up. The crowd waiting was all prey. They began to pile on the bus. The goose from before had slipped in behind Mark. Mark stepped up and reached for the bus pass he kept hanging from his neck. It was gone.

“I don't have all day buddy," the bus driver said. The alligator behind the wheel was big, even for a predator.

Mark spun around looking at the ground for the pass. It must have fallen off. “I lost my pass!"

“You got cash?" The bus driver asked.

“Uh… no."

“Here, you're holding up the line." The gator grabbed Mark by the shoulder and pulled him close to his side. Mark looked around desperately even as his heart started to race, and not entirely from fear. And saw the goose from before step up and pull a bus pass from their pocket, swiping it through. Mark recognized the lanyard.

“That bastard stole my pass!" Mark shouted. He reached forward, only to be yanked back by a scaled paw on his shoulder again.

“No fighting on my bus, little rabbit. Looks to me as though he's got a pass and you don't. Tough luck."

The goose met Mark's eyes for a moment as he stepped past. “Shouldn't have gotten distracted," he murmured, and then he was walking down the aisle to choose a seat.

Mark tensed, and felt the paw on his shoulder squeeze more tightly. The rabbit slumped in defeat and he turned to step off the bus. Again that strong grip stopped him. Mark turned in confusion. The gator's smile made him shiver. It should have scared him, and it did. But Mark had seen that expression on predators before. He knew what came next, and a piece of him was excited.

“I'm a generous fellow. No need to get off the bus. Reach into my front pocket while I get us moving and there'll be something to get you a free ride."

The alligator closed the doors behind Mark and started to pull the bus into traffic, releasing the rabbit. Mark wasn't fooled. The predator could snag him before he took a step. Instead Mark hesitantly reached for the alligator's pocket. Bizarrely, he was wearing pants. Maybe the drivers required it for hygiene?

He slid a paw along the side of the gator's thick thigh. The predator was clearly well fed, and about as wide as a bus himself. But Mark couldn't find a pocket.

“I said front pocket, little rabbit. The one in the middle." Mark followed his gaze to the zipper in the center of the driver's pants. “You handle what I've got in there and I'll give you free rides for the rest of your day."

“Free rides in your stomach, you mean."

“Yer a smart one," the gators replied easily. He didn't try to bluster or lie.

Mark shouldn't have been surprised, the way his day was going. He should turn to run. Or at least skip blowing his murderer before he was turned into another half inch on the gators waistline.

Mark pulled down the driver's zipper. When had he put his paw there? Why had he stayed here?! The gator was going to kill him, he said so.

Mark was not surprised to see the lizard's pink cock fully extended. Thin for it's size, of course, which still meant challenging for the rabbit. But as he -

What the fuck am I doing?! Mark yelled at himself. He will eat me if I don't run.

He'll eat me anyway.

The rabbit lowered his head over the driver's cock. It wasn't the the best blowjob he'd ever given, but it kept the driver happy as Mark worked to take more and more of the slippery shaft down his throat.

He didn't even make it past the halfway point. To help him out, the driver wrapped a scaly arm around the rabbit's waist and hoisted him up onto the gator's stomach. Mark ended up laying down on his stomach, still sucking cock while his footpaws were resting on his killer's chest. Mark was barely aware of other passengers getting on to the bus. He'd stopped worrying about escaping. He had a delicious dick in front of him and nothing else mattered anymore.

The gator's stomach rumbled beneath him. He couldn't ignore that. Instead, he let it turn him on. This predator was going to cum into Mark's throat, and then he was going to send the rabbit into that grumbling belly. He'd drive on through the city while that gut happily churned the rabbit into nothing.

A lot of male predators didn't drag out their relations with prey. Three stops after the rabbit got on board, the gator let himself relax enough to orgasm. Mark had made it maybe three quarters of the way down as the reptile bucked into his throat, but the rabbit held on. It was a matter of pride to him, and he didn't waste a drop of gator cum as it emptied into his stomach.

The gator didn't bother congratulating him beyond a groan of pleasure. He occupied his mouth with chomping down on the rabbit's legs. Mark let out his own groan as he was pulled back off that slimy shaft. The heavy reptile gulped the rabbit down quickly. Less than ten seconds after he started eating, his tongue wrapped around Mark's chin and pulled him into those jaws. Mark's last glimpse of the outside world was a grimy bus window looking out onto the dreary rush hour streets. The rabbit was glad as the bus driver snapped his muzzle shut and swallowed.

The crushing pressure on all sides was actually comforting to Mark. He squirmed and slipped easily down into the hungry belly, curling up into a ball. He let himself relax, truly relax, for the first time in his life. No need to worry about predators, since he'd already been caught. The rabbit burped, rubbing his stomach full of a wad of gator jizz. Around him, the stomach walls contracted as his predator made his own larger belch. Mark's vision fuzzed as the air went stale and thin around him, but the rabbit didn't struggle. He closed his eyes and sank into the rippling walls around him as he accepted his ending.