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The man heard the call on his radio and checked his list. He opened the door to the locker room and checked the name again, "Orville?"

A bushy morph stood up and walked toward him. He looked at the brown creature with long hairs sticking out behind him, giving him a much larger silhouette. "You're a ... porcupine? This is a joke, right?"

The creature wrinkled it's wide nose, then spoke plainly, "I wouldn't mind being someplace else."

"What do they expect you to do out there? Are you fast?"

"Not particularly."

"Your teeth look like a rodent."

"I am a rodent."

The man scoffed and headed up the hall with the porcupine following behind, "This is a joke, but whatever. There are no female porcupines that might choose you and nothing you could chase down, but if somebody wants to put the money in to put you on the field, whatever." As they stepped into the dugout, he pointed to the other end of the bench. "Just sit down and wait for your opening."

On the field, a female coyote stomped on home plate as she took off for first base. A tiger ran from the mound and gave chase, but she was fast and made her turn before he could reach her. As her foot hit the bag, a coyote left the mound feeling good about himself. He caught up with her at second and nudged her out into the outfield. She dodged and slipped from his grasp as the tiger and a spaniel closed in on them. He managed to tackle her, tumbling onto the grass, but she wasn't done. The other two stayed back as they struggled, the crowd cheering the action. Then a pained yowl silenced the crowd and the female coyote shot out from under him and between the two stunned males. She raced back toward third base, reaching it before they could gain enough ground. A rat stepped off the mound and headed for home plate, but stopped and just watched as the enraged coyote raced past, exciting the crowd again.

She turned around at the door to the dugout to see the cat and dog stop at the plate with the rat, then looked past them as a human doctor ran into the field, followed by two dogs carrying a stretcher. She bared her teeth and screamed, then shoved past the woman behind her to disappear into the dugout and down a hall.

"Well, that didn't take long. Looks like you're up." The man shoved Orville's shoulder, then headed back down the hall.

The porcupine stood up and watched as the coyote was carried off the field, then saw his picture appear on the big screen over the wall and an announcer introduced him to the crowd. He stepped up to the field and headed for the mound amidst a mixed reaction from the crowd. He could hear surprised chatter and laughter and some boos, but some cheers, as well. However, the important reactions were on the mound.

The rat shook his head and the dog laughed. The tiger crossed his arms and glared at him, "What are you going to do, make them fall down from laughing?"

The announcer had already moved on to the next female and a rabbit was displayed on the screen.

The tiger turned his attention to the female dugout and sneered, "I'm sick of these rabbits. Where's my tigress?"

The scared rabbit approached home plate timidly, then quickened her breath and stepped on it as she started to run. The tiger roared and charged after her. She panicked and sped up, veering away from the baseline as she watched the large cat close on her, but it made no difference. He threw her to the ground and bit into her face, then chewed and tore down the rest of her body in a vicious statement that left no chance for her survival. The crowd that had cheered his charge and pounce was suddenly silent as he roared and threw one of her mutilated feet past home plate. It was over before anyone knew what he had done. He walked calmly to a tub of water as the doctor and four dogs rushed out. The doctor pointed a tranq gun at the big cat as he washed his face, then tipped the tub over and returned to the mound. The dogs quickly cleaned up the mess that the tiger had made and left the field as the announcer tried to play up the excessive violence as just part of The Game.

Orville fumed at the tiger, "You didn't have to do that."

The tiger grinned, baring his teeth as he brandished his claws to the porcupine, "Yes, I did and I'll do it again as long as they keep sending out these tiny females. I've done enough of these Games to know that the humans want blood. They want to see me tear up a few things first, before they watch me fuck my tigress." He leaned close to snarl, "And she loves the scent of blood as I dominate her. It_really_excites them."

"You went too far."

"Maybe I didn't go far enough." He jabbed his claw in the porcupine's chest, drawing blood. "If it wouldn't get me taken off the mound before I get my tigress, I'd just rip you apart, so I didn't have to listen to your whining."

"If we work together, nobody has to hurt anybody. You can have your tigress and others can find their mates, too."

"I don't care about anybody else's mates. I'm here for my tigress and I'll kill anything between us. The humans want blood. I want blood. If you keep talking, I'll give them some more."

Orville watched the tiger's eyes and felt his hot breath as he tried to think of what to say. The big cat snorted and straightened up, then looked at the dugout, smiling as a tigress stepped out.

"It's a shame you can't satisfy her without the blood."

The tiger roared and turned on the offending rodent in furious rage. Orville spun around quickly and braced himself as the large cat descended on him. By his own momentum, the tiger impaled himself on the porcupine's quills and howled. He rolled off, onto the grass, screaming in pain and rage as the doctor rushed out to him, followed by two dog morphs. The small human jabbed a tranquilizer into the tiger's arm, but the big cat responded by swiping at his new attacker, his large paw throwing the doctor's small head to the ground. He got to his feet and looked for his original target, finding the quillrat still cowardly crouched on the mound. He gave another roar and stepped forward, looking like a reverse porcupine with thousands of quills sticking out of his body, face and arms. Three shots rang out. Two hit his head and one hit the back of his leg. His eyes went wide and empty, then he fell, landing on his front and driving the quills deeper into his body.

The silence of shock held for a few long seconds before the crowd erupted in cheers. Another doctor ran out, followed by more dogs. She checked on the human first, wiping the blood from his neck, and was relieved to find only small scratches. She helped him up and they walked over to the tiger. The dogs rolled him over and the scene was gruesome with blood soaking his white belly fur. They lifted him onto a gurney and took him away with the tigress watching from the baseline. The doctor quickly examined Orville and despite missing a lot of the quills on his back, deemed him fit and ran off the field. leaving the rodent a little stunned.

The announcer's voice echoed through the stadium, drawing cheers from the audience. He praised the porcupine's first kill and promised an exciting career, then drew attention to the angry tigress stalking the plate with her eyes fixed on the mound. She had to wait for the next male to run out before she could begin.

The dog spoke nervously, "I don't know where you come from, but you've just killed all of us. She's going to slaughter us all."

Orville kept his eyes on the angry cat, judging her movements, "No. She's just mad at me."

"You're right. You can have point. Good luck."

"No. I should have last."

"Are you crazy? We're not stepping out of safety until she has taken her revenge out on you."

"If I go first and she kills me, she still has to go around the bases and you're in her way. You should each step off into the grass, but not chase her. I'll step off for the last leg and she can kill me before the plate or as her choice after, but you will be safe."

The rat leaned in, "That actually makes sense."

"And who made you..."

A ferret ran up to interrupt, "Hey guys. Is this crazy? I just saw Tolen getting bagged. Wait, are you the..."

"Shutup, Venn." The spaniel grabbed the ferret's face and turned it as the tigress' claws dug into the dirt before she tagged the plate and tore a path toward the first base.

"Oh shit." his eyes went wide, then he screamed as he was thrown off the mound. The crowd erupted into laughter as the ferret contorted to keep his distance from the enraged feline as he regained his balance.

She tagged first base and the spaniel looked at the porcupine, then stepped off into the grass, himself. The tigress glowered at him as she passed and the crowd booed. She hit second and the spaniel nodded to the rat, who timidly stepped towards third base, infuriating the audience.

Angrily, the tigress pushed harder and as she hit the bag, the porcupine finally stepped off the mound, silencing the crowd. She didn't know what kind of trick he was playing, but she knew she didn't want to charge him like Tolen. She continued to the plate, stomping on it with finality, then slowing as she turned around and walked back towards the spiked rodent with the audience waiting in anticipation.

Orville watched as the large cat approached with her teeth bared, whiskers flared, tail twitching, paws shaking and claws spread. He fully expected this to be his bloody end. The quills he had left would not be enough to deter her vengeful assault. He conceded that she deserved his death and sighed, looking not scared, but resigned, as she stopped in front of him, "I'm sorry."

The tigress stared into his large, blue, apologetic eyes as most of the crowd began to chant_Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!_Some of the audience hoped for a different outcome and tried to change her mind with_Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!_The latter started to win out before she moved again.

He watched as her whiskers drooped a little and wondered if he might survive, but then they sprung back up and her large paw hit the side of his face. The blow knocked him to the ground and he could feel the sting of her claws around his jaw, but when he looked up, he saw her walking past home plate and back to the dugout. As she stepped in, she took one last glance at him through the fence, then continued down the hall. The ringing started to fade as the doctor ran up and he could hear the crowd's mixed response of cheers, laughter, boos and shouts. The doctor quickly cleaned and filled the gouges, then was talking, asking something. Orville shook his head to clear it and took a breath, then looked back at the doctor.

"Do you want to continue?" He helped the porcupine to his feet.

Orville smiled; he was still alive. He knew why he was there and that it wasn't going to be easy, but he couldn't do it if he didn't stay in. He nodded, "Definitely."