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The young doe watched the walls pass by as she was led to the bright end of the hall. Their painted blocks reminded her of the facility when she was young, but not as clean. It stank of human sweat mingled with more recent morphs. She stopped suddenly as a burst of cheers erupted. Her escort tugged her arm and they continued, getting closer to the chanting. A feline roar echoed down the hall and more cheers followed. Her heart was racing. They had told her what to do, but it was going to be a completely different thing actually doing it. She needed to put the crowd and everything else out of her mind and focus on what she needed to do. Touch the first plate and run to the right. Touch each base and run ninety degrees to the left. Hit the first plate again and get safe to the box. Don't look at them; you don't need to know who's chasing you. Don't get caught.

Just as they reached the opening, two dog morphs came through carrying a stretcher between them. She stopped and stared at the bloody cat morph passing by. Her escort tugged her out and she looked through the fence in front of her. The lion she had heard was reveling in the audience's cheers. Behind him, she could see a dog of some sort, a tiger, and another brown-furred morph behind them. No rabbits.

"Hey!" her escort sternly beckoned her and she made her way across the dugout looking at the young woman pitifully. She knew she couldn't run away or they would shoot her. She had to play the game. Her only chance was to outrun them all.

She stepped up to the field, wishing she had some clothes as she walked in front of the jeering crowd. Laughter, cheers, taunts assailed her ears and she wished she could roll them down to block it all out. The lion stepped back to the mound in the middle of the infield with the others. The three larger morphs glared and grinned and taunted her. The fourth peeked between them, but she couldn't see what he was.

She felt a shove on her back and stumbled towards the plate. It was time. As she approached the plate, the tiger stepped towards her. A small section of grass at his feet exploded and he jumped back to the dirt. The shooters didn't play around. The chasers had to follow the rules, as well. She listened to her own breath, drowning out the sounds around her as she circled towards the white plate on the ground. She didn't want to give them any time to anticipate her.

When she was close enough, she bolted, stomping on the plate as she headed for the first base. She knew someone was coming towards her, but she didn't care who. She dropped low and hit her foot on the corner of the bag, pushing hard to change direction quickly. That's when she saw the tiger. He hadn't expected her sudden shift and stumbled as he tried to turn and reach for her. He was behind her now.

Her heart was pounding, but she was headed for the next base. She saw the lion rushing for it ahead of her. He didn't have to outrun her; she had further to go. She couldn't stop to dodge him, because the tiger would be coming right behind her. She puffed herself up as she ran, aiming for his chest. She would have to go right through him. His thighs flexed and she saw the beginning of his pounce, so she fell to the ground. She slid between his legs as he lunged for her and when her foot hit the bag, she curled and used it to launch herself towards the last one.

The dog was off the mound in an instant. She couldn't use the same tricks again; he would be watching for them. Her feet kept moving; her heart kept pounding; she was halfway there. The dog was crouched in front of the base, balanced and ready to take off after her in any direction. She couldn't see how to get past him, but giving up was not a choice. Failure could be death. She tried a fake to the left, but he didn't fall for it. He was waiting for her to get close enough. She stepped wide to the right and then he moved. He kept low, charging hard, and she found her way. Her left foot joined her right and she sprung, leaping over his head. It was a wild leap for survival and he flung himself up to catch her, but he wasn't prepared. She could feel his claws brush her thighs as she flew over him.

She landed hard in the dirt on the other side of the dog and looked around to get her bearings. The two big cats had run into each other and were just getting to their feet and the dog was tumbling tail over nose, but she missed the bag. She hurried to scramble back to it, watching in horror as the predators got their footing.

Finally, she was on her way to the end of this terror, but as she turned, she noticed the brown morph crouched at the front of the mound and wondered what would be chasing her now. It didn't matter, she wouldn't give it a chance to catch her. Her breath and heartbeat filling her ears, she pushed off, focusing on the white shape in the ground in front of her. A couple long steps and the morph still hadn't moved. She wondered why it was waiting. Almost there, could that thing move so fast that it could still catch her? A couple steps left, she looked back and finally recognized what it was.

A rabbit on the predator mound? Was it dangerous? Could it still catch her? Her feet got tangled and the ground came up fast. She could suddenly hear the crowd and the predators coming up fast. Suddenly, one of them was on top of her. She heard the horn and the gunshots to keep the others back, but she didn't feel the claws and teeth.

She lifted her head and noticed that her paws were on the plate, but she could feel the weight on her body. She turned her head and saw a brown rabbit face, his ears hanging beside his head. He had claimed her as his kill. Was he carnivorous? What was he doing? He was sniffing her. Was he deciding where to bite her first?

He shifted his body, holding down her back as he examined her tail. She was scared to move while he had a better position. She couldn't get to the safe box before he could catch her again. She had failed and it was all over. He shifted again, laying over her. She wished he would do something or at least say something. She could hear the crowd getting restless and starting to boo him.

He pushed himself up, sitting between her legs, but before she could feel the hope that he was letting her go, she felt the intrusion. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting hard and fast. It burned as he forced his way into her, then it was just pounding over and over as the crowd started cheering again. She fought back the surprise and got her arms under her. Then he stopped. She felt the quick pulsing inside, then he let go. She yanked her feet in and scrambled away from him, retreating to the safety of the box, panting and looking back to stare at him.

The crowd was going wild as he lay on his back in the dirt. She was alive. The predators were laughing. She couldn't figure out what had just happened.

A human came out to the field and examined the brown rabbit, then helped him up and a dog escorted him to the opposite dugout. The human walked across to her. He opened the box and held out a hand. "Looks like you're a lucky rabbit." He examined her arms and legs, then between them. "You certainly came out better than most of the others today and the crowd seemed to like it better."

She fought her fear and forced herself to speak, "What ... will ... happen to me?"

The human laughed, "You? I expect you'll get pregnant." He pulled her hand and guided her out of the box as the crowd cheered. He led her to the plate and held her arms out, turning her for the audience to see.

She cooperated completely, "Will I be okay?"

"I think you'll be better than okay." He led her back to the dugout, where her escort was waiting with a terrified looking mouse.

She smiled at the young woman, "I'm going to be okay."

Her escort shoved her towards the other end of the dugout. "So you survived this one, there's always tomorrow."

"But I'm going to be pregnant." She turned as she heard a roar and a squelched scream to see the tiger biting into the neck of the mouse just a few yards away on the other side of the fence.

"Yeah, good luck with that." Her escort pulled her into the hall and shoved her down it.

She wasn't sure if she was more afraid before she went out or now.

But from this, the game changed.