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Mark’s eyes snapped open. The rabbit’s ears swiveled on his pillow, listening to the moans and yells from the other side of the wall. He frowned, annoyed at the disruption. The giraffe who lived next door liked her hookups.

The phone screen glowed on the bedside table, showing the time. “645 in the morning? Can't you fuck randos at night like the rest of us Giselle?”

He pulled his pillow over the top of his head, muffling the noises, but he could still hear the wet slaps and grunts. Curiously, they all sounded male now, with no more moans.

A final drawn out muffled moan marked the climax of whatever man she had pulled this time. Mark sighed, trying to settle down, until he heard a loud belch from the neighboring apartment.

He lay there quietly, thinking. The giraffe liked large men inside her, but apparently she'd picked one big enough to fit her inside him this time. Mark found he wasn't surprised. Wasn't this always the way? Everybody eventually became food.

He tried to fall back asleep, but his alarm went off at 7 anyway. He grumbled to himself, rolling out of bed. He used the bathroom, brushed his teeth. He glanced at his white fur in the mirror, cupping his furred balls. He glanced towards his closet.

Clothes weren't required, and it was warm outside. Mark's mom had always insisted on wearing clothes. She'd said it would deter predators who hated the taste. Of course, the hawk that had eaten her and two of his sisters had taken about five seconds to strip her.

The rabbit walked past the closet, grabbing his backpack and stuffing his laptop in. He snagged a bag of granola and pulled his prepared salad out of the fridge, packing for the day.

At 715 he stepped out of his studio apartment. He glanced left, at Giselle’s place. The door was slightly ajar. He made sure to lock his own door. His building super had installed sturdy locks for prey rooms. He didn't want to be the dinner to complement Giselle as breakfast.

He headed down the hall towards the stairs. One of his neighbors, a hamster Mark had never spoken to, stepped into the elevator. He hadn't bothered with clothes either.The rabbit shook his head. Not only was the elevator creaky and slow, it was dangerous.

The rabbit thumped down seven flights of stairs. He pushed open the fire door at the ground level, stepping into the lobby. He glanced over his shoulder as the elevator dinged. A satisfied looking coyote stepped out, licking her lips. Her rotund, struggling belly told Mark he never would get the chance to talk to his neighbor.

The rabbit stepped outside. It wasn't worth thinking about, he told himself. Stay focused.

The streets of the city thronged with commuters. More than ninety percent of them were anthro prey like Mark. Rabbits, mice, rats, squirrels, finches, and more. Small, skittish creatures who rushed to their destination like it would be safer there. Many wore clothes. Like it separated them out, made them more like people.

The anthro predators moved more slowly, large islands around which the prey flowed. Lions, wolves, bears, sharks, even a few anthro dragons. These people didn't rush. Why would they? The majority were as naked as Mark, though some wore loose shirts.

Mark stepped into the flow, moving south. With a practiced motion he pushed towards the street, although he stayed on the sidewalk. A young deer who hadn't learned his lesson walked past the mouth of an alley right as a large scaled paw grabbed them by the shoulder and pulled them into the shadows.

Nobody turned. Nobody looked. Nobody acknowledged the short, cutoff yell. Some lucky predator had snagged themselves a full course of venison, but life went on for everyone else.

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. Mark stepped back instinctively, sliding to the side. You didn't want to be in front of the doors when they opened.

A chicken near him stayed where she was, looking at her phone. The cars slid to a stop, and Mark gritted his teeth. A horse stood waiting to leave. The rabbit opened his mouth to warn the chicken.

The doors dinged and opened. The horse - male, naked, almost twice as tall as Mark - stepped out and snagged the bird by her neck. Mark's warning died in his throat. He looked down, and slipped past the occupied male into the car. Only prey remained in this one.

Mark stepped across quickly, putting his back to the door on the other side. This train only had stations on one side, so he wouldn't be caught by surprise. The doors dinged again, swinging closed. The rabbit looked up and saw, through the glass, the horse throw his head back, swallowing hard. White feathers fluttered down. The chicken’s dress lay discarded on the ground, and her phone was in the horse’s paw.

The subway pulled away smoothly, and Mark looked back 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 right next to a fox who'd been looking on his phone. All the other prey had gotten up and moved the moment they'd seen the moose.

The fox looked up in surprise as their legs touched. He was right to be scared. Foxes were predators to young prey species, like rabbits. A fox had gotten one of Mark's brothers only two years ago, when they were both still tiny. Funnily enough, this fox was about as big to the moose as his brother had been to the fox that had snatched him from their backyard.

The moose made no other moves. Most other seats were open, but he had sat right next to the fox. The vulpine didn't move. Mark understood that. Run, and oftentimes even uninterested predators responded. The instincts were there. But sitting still next to a hungry predator? Worse than doing something provocative.

More people filed on at the next stop. A large jaguar sat next to the moose, looking bored. Her stomach looked faintly round. Other prey sat at different seats. The whole car filled up. Mark couldn't take his eyes off the fox. Could he help? How? He couldn't think of anything that didn't endanger himself. Should he help anyway?

As he watched, he noticed something. The moose’s sheath was twitching. The smell of musk hit Mark's nose. The rabbit hated that he loved the smell. He was quite familiar with it - many predators took their pleasure like they took their meals - whenever and wherever they wanted.

Another stop. More anthros filed on, all prey. A pregnant rabbit was the last to step on. Mark eyed her. It was an unspoken rule that predators avoided pregnant prey. They would go out of their way to be polite even. It made sense. Why endanger your future food supply?

Indeed, the moose spotted her. “Good lady, do you need a place to sit?”

She jumped. She looked startled, but not terrified. She knew what her condition entailed. Mark's own parents had tried to keep his mother pregnant often. He had no idea how many siblings he had still, though obviously no more were coming. Even rabbits couldn't be pregnant all the time. Mark had never tried. His interests didn't lay towards repopulation.

“Well, if you don't mind, I'd love a seat,” the woman replied. She had inspected the cougar and clearly judged her not a threat with that stomach. Evidently she had expected the moose to stand and give her his seat.

“How about this fellow sits on my lap so you can have his place?” The moose asked. He grabbed the fox like a child, ignoring his squeak and protests. “I'd stand myself of course, but these antlers mean I have to duck the whole way. Terribly uncomfortable.” The fox yelped as he was placed firmly on the moose's crotch.

The pregnant rabbit put a paw to her lips, but the moose patted the deer next to him insistently. Everyone else was looking away, but Mark couldn't. He watched her step over and sit. She did look like she needed a seat but this wasn't her plan.

The moose didn't waste anymore time. Mark was positioned wrong to see, but the eyes of the prey sitting across told a story. He could imagine the moose's thick black cock rising, in front of the fox on his lap. The comparison would be impressive.

“Now, you know what comes next. Be a dear and squeeze for me. I'm a little pent up,” the moose stage whispered to the fox.

The vulpine whimpered as he was lifted. Mark got a brief glimpse of that thick penis, already drooling precum, before the fox was lowered and impaled. The whole car sat there as the fox was violated, used like a toy. The poor thing didn't have the air in his lungs to scream. This wasn't uncommon. The male predators took what they wanted, and who could stop them? The other males did the same. The females took their own pleasure sometimes, and they didn't bother to claim responsibility for others.

Mark watched, and couldn't help the stirrings in his own sheath. He was engrossed, he didn't pay attention as the car pulled to a stop again. The moose didn't slow his violent fucking. Passengers still got on the car. They had to get to work, after all. One passenger stepped right up to Mark, causing him to gasp and look away from the erotic scene.

A female brown bear grinned down at him. Her rotund stomach just brushed his own chest. As he stared, a paw print briefly formed, pushing from inside. It shoved lightly against the rabbit before being pulled back by the bear's inexorable gut.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” the bear said, smirking. “Little red panda. Feisty.” Mark's heart pounded in his chest. He’d lost focus. He could be inside that stomach if the beast hadn't already found an occupant.

Unwillingly his gaze slipped away to the moose. His eyes snapped back but the bear had seen. She chuckled. “I think you'd be feisty too. Want me to tell Antlers over there you'd like to volunteer?”

“No!” He gasped out. “No it's just…”

“Hard not to watch a man at work, right? I get it honey.”

Mark stared at the seats again. Why? Why hadn't the fox paid attention and moved? Or at least run? Maybe he could've gotten away. Why was Mark glad he hadn't? Why did he wish he had taken that seat?

The moose was grunting loudly now, wet slapping noises filling the subway car. Practically everybody was watching. Everyone saw the moose slam his hips up, pull the fox down. They heard the moose low, and saw the dripping white cum seep down onto the seat, then the floor. The fox's own dick had never made an appearance. He hadn't enjoyed his plowing. Mark would've. The rabbit bit hard on the inside of his cheek.

“Sorry about the mess, dear.” The moose said to the pregnant rabbit next to him. “But given your condition, I'm sure you understand. When a male gets going, there's only one way to finish.” He looked back at the fox in his lap. “Inside.”

The moose started to feed. He didn't even pull the fox off. He just bent his head over his lap, jaws wide. The fox just whimpered. Why didn't he scream? Why didn't he pull away? Why didn't he lean in?

Slurping noises, gulping sounds, saliva sliding down the orange fur. The antlered mammal was devouring the vulpine whole. Most predators usually did. At least in public.

The fox was half gone in seconds. The moose pulled his huge head up, yanking the fox off that enormous dick. Cum gushed out, splashing onto the floor. The subway car stopped, and almost everyone shoved to get off the car. Mark realized this was his stop. He had to gently push at the beer in front of him to get her to move. He felt an answering push back from her breakfast.

The rabbit didn't look back. He told himself he didn't want to. When that failed, he told himself he wanted to look back to remember the poor fox, because no one else would. That lie worked better. He shoved through the crowds to get to the exit. The thunderous belch behind him signaled the end.

He tried not to see anything else on his walk to the building where he worked. He tried to ignore the rocking taxi he passed. He definitely didn't look into the window to see an anthro snake bulging with some passenger being pulled over the divider. Why hadn't the idiot realized not to take a taxi? Being alone with a predator meant being eaten. It was that simple.

Mark shoved through the revolving door into his office. He swiped his badge on the door to the stairs and scrambled up the steps. It was fifteen flights up. He never took the elevator. While he climbed he tried desperately to work his thighs, remembering an old trick told to him to get blood flow away from his erection.

It had mostly worked by his floor. He stepped into the rows of cubicles, counting down the rows until he stumbled into his chair. Theoretically, he was safe here. You had to badge in and out. It was against company policy to eat other employees. Of course, there were exceptions. And policy was not law.

Every day. Every day he woke up and had to push through. Every day he saw a dozen people at least get gobbled up. Some people ran. His father had always kept himself fit. He'd said that was the best way to ensure he could outrun a predator. It hadn't helped when a crocodile followed him into the men's room. No long stretch of space for Dad to run to, except the length of the croc’s intestines.

Mark tried to learn the rules, but already he'd discarded many as useless. His mother said wear clothes. Would clothes have saved the fox? They hadn't saved her. His dad said run away. Where could that deer from this morning have run to? One boyfriend had told him to keep his head on a swivel, never be caught unawares. He'd been eaten by a dragon he bumped into in the grocery store. Came right around a corner and walked into the two of them. Mark still didn't know why the dragon had picked the tabby cat instead of him.

He still jerked off at night to the sight of his lover in the dragon's throat. This life, fearing for his safety while his dick cheered the thought of him getting captured. He kept thinking about helping people get away. And then he got horny when they were caught anyway.

“Morning Mark.”

The rabbit jumped in his seat, swiveling around. His friend Rachel jumped in turn, the parrot fluttering nervously as she stepped back.

“Sorry, Rachel. Just a little jumpy after my commute.”

“Was it bad today?”

“It's always bad. Just… caught up to me this time.”

“I'm sorry,” she replied. She still stood there nervously.

“Something wrong?” Mark said. He felt himself calm down a little, although new worry for his coworker replaced it.

“...yes,” she whispered. She stepped into his cubicle and talked quietly. “Mark, I messed up. I missed another deadline on my projections for next quarter.”

“Shit. Three times, Rachel?” Mark whispered back. Three times was bad. Three times meant a meeting with the manager to discuss performance improvement. The rabbit glanced over the cubicles to the wooden door at the end of the row.

Rachel followed his gaze. “I wasn't thinking straight. I thought the deadline was today.”

“Did he schedule you for a private meeting?” Mark asked.

She nodded. “1130am.” Lunchtime.

Mark looked back at her. “Leave. Quit. Don't bother giving notice. Walk out the door and don't look back.”

“I need this job, Mark!”

“Rachel, the only job you still have here is food!” He whispered back fiercely. He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Nobody ever comes back from performance improvement meetings. It's in the policy.”

“The policy just allows it! He doesn't have to. I'll beg him for a second chance, I'll do whatever he wants -”

“Listen to yourself!”

She stopped, locking eyes with him. “Oh God,” she mumbled. “What do I do? My card won't work. It locked after I got in here.”

Mark set back, thinking fast. “I'll take my lunch break at 11am. You slip out behind me. Leave your laptop. They'll hunt you down for that.”

“They'll catch you!”

“There's no cameras in the stairwell. Wear your jacket, pull your hood up. Nobody but Woolsworth will be looking for you.”

There were tears in her eyes as she hugged him. “What do I do then?”

“You'll have to find another job. Quickly, if you can. They won't be sending you any more checks if you leave without notice. Woolsworth probably won't spend too much time on you. But find other ways into your place. He'll have your address info on file.”

She straightened up. “I'll do it.”

“Good. Now go look busy in case he comes by. Don't give anything away.”

Mark worked tensely for a few hours. He had his own deadlines, although he'd never missed one before. At 1055, he stood up. He grabbed his card and his lunch and casually walked down the rows. He passed Rachel's cubicle. She was pulling on her jacket. He didn't look at her. He reached the stairwell door and swiped through, shoving the door wide so it would take time to swing back.

Rachel slipped through behind him. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

“Just make sure you wait until I've been gone a couple minutes before you go into the lobby. That gives me plausible deniability if they check the lobby cameras. I had no idea you were behind me.”

The two of them went down, and Mark gave her one final hug before going into the lobby. He ate his packed salad in the lunch room down here. Mostly safe. Company policy still held, although there was no need to badge to get in here.

He went back up around 1130. Five minutes later, 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.”

“She was supposed to meet me for lunch,” Woolsworth muttered. He looked to the side at Rachel's space. “Roberts, I have reason to believe Ms. Houst won't be returning to us. As such, I'll need to you to get me the third quarter projections in the housing sector.”

“On top of my other work, sir?”

“By tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Roberts.”

The rabbit gaped. That was an impossible deadline. “Sir, I… I won't be able to finish that in time. Even if I drop everything.”

“Perhaps you could ask Ms. Houst for her work to speed things along.”

“I don't know where she is!”

The lion's eyes narrowed on him. “Curious, since several people told me she slipped out after you when you left for lunch.” He knows, Mark thought. “Its not a crime to be followed, Mr. Roberts. But it is a failure of company policy to maintain a secure area. Two strikes.” The rabbit's heart pounded in his chest. Two strikes meant that when he inevitably failed to deliver the work due tomorrow, he'd be on probation. And probation meant…

“I'll set up a private meeting tomorrow afternoon for us to review your projections, Mr. Roberts. Of course, if you were able to return Ms. Houst, I'm sure you could use her work to finish it up.” The line turned to go. “Oh, and obviously, even if you somehow knew or learned Ms. Houst’s password, using another employee’s equipment is a third strike. She’ll need to come unlock it herself.”

Mark sat there, stunned. His boss had basically given him a choice. Lure Rachel back here for her work, and Mark could finish the projections while the lion got his lunch. Or show up empty handed tomorrow and take the long slide down that maned muzzle himself.

Or, he thought to himself. I do what Rachel did. Quit. Start over. The thought was exhausting. All he had done was try to help a friend in a tough spot. And now she had dragged them both down.

Make worked in a daze. He doubted he got anything useful done. His eyes flickered to his phone over and over. He had Rachel's number. One text. He could tell her Woolsworth had forgiven her. He could ask her to meet him somewhere and bring the lion. His boss would accept that. The bullshit with the projections was just nice words to cover the meaning. The big cat wanted his bird.

The rabbit didn't do it. He gathered up his stuff at the end of the day and left, still conflicted. His boss watched him leave. “Tomorrow afternoon,” he called. Around him, his coworkers looked at him with sympathy.

Something about that expression solidified an emotion in him. He wouldn't come back. He’d get a new job. Somewhere… maybe Rachel would find a place. Although thinking of the parrot, he found himself angry. He'd had a good thing going here. Now he'd stuck his neck out and his life was gone.

He stepped outside after walking down to the ground floor. 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. 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 in front of Mark stepped on. He swiped his bus pass. The reader blinked red.

“Expired, pal. You got cash?” The bus driver asked. The alligator behind the wheel was big, even for a predator.

“Uh… no.”

“Here, you're holding up the line.” The gator grabbed the goose by the shoulder and pulled him close to his side. “I've got something in my front pocket. Grab that and it should be enough to get you a free ride.” The goose nervously reached towards the gator's jeans. “Wrong one. I said front pocket. With the zipper.” He grinned evilly as he lifted his hips. Then he glanced at Mark. “Keep the line moving, little rabbit. Unless you'd like to sponsor your friend here?”

Mark swiped his pass and stepped by. He didn't trust himself to respond. He had some cash, but of course the alligator didn't really want that. He could reach into the gator’s front pocket. He'd get deep in the reptile's slit. But that only ended one way. His stomach full of gator cum, and the gator's stomach full of rabbit. He sat down next to the rear doors. He made sure he sat on the right side. That let him see the driver as he used the unfortunate goose.

The alligator steered expertly through city traffic while he fucked the goose’s face. It was hard to see, but Mark doubted if even a third of that reptilian dick fit in the bird’s mouth. Over the rumbling engine, he could hear their squawks and grunts. He could see that hand pushing up and down, up and down. He saw, and heard, the climax. He could just barely see those desperate eyes as the poor bird was used.

Why desperate? If he'd been caught, why not enjoy it? Mark knew not everybody thought like him. He knew he didn't want to be caught. But damn, if the gator had grabbed him, he'd have done his damnedest to swallow every drop. Might as well, right?

Mark looked away, disturbed as always by his own thoughts. Unfortunately, his mind conjured up the images as he heard more squawks before they cut off entirely. He could see, in his mind's eye, the bird draining down that thick throat. He'd make a nice bulge in the driver's belly. Mark wondered how he'd look on someone's gut. Would he be like the red panda in the bear this morning, visible paws and impressions? Maybe he'd be more like his dad in that crocodile’s stomach.

Trying to get his mind off things, the rabbit pulled out his phone and texted Rachel.

Any news on a job? Did you at least make it home safe?

He put the phone down and watched the city outside. The front of the bus was quiet now. So much for the bus being safe. But then, Mark made sure he didn't let his pass expire. Follow the rules; that was the way.

His phone buzzed. He checked Rachel's reply.

Sorry Mark, Rachel can't come to the phone right now. But don't worry, I gave her a great new job as a lower level manager!

The rabbit's breath started coming faster. A moment later, a picture appeared in the chat. It showed his former coworker, legs spread wide. She was sitting in the lap of what appeared to be a gray furred wolf. His muscled thighs were slightly darker gray. He had his paws wrapped around her waist. Her expression was pained, terrified. She was reaching towards the camera. A message popped up below, but Mark kept staring. She must be impaled on that wolf's cock, he thought. The beast was probably twice her height and four times her weight. She'd be so full… he glanced at the message, heart still pounding.

She did a great job managing my lower level. Even took the knot! I'm gonna have to promote her to middle manager soon as my knot goes down.

Below that, a third message.

You know, if you hustled, you might be able to get here before that, help her out. Otherwise, I'll have a new opening on the lower level for you ;)

An address followed. Mark closed his phone. He was trembling. He didn't want to think about how much he wanted to look that address up. Imagine if he'd been in her place. God, that knot must be huge. It would stretch him out…

It would split me open, he thought.

She took it, and you're probably better than her.

He would eat me, he argued back to himself.

Like he's gonna eat her. He'd take you too, if you wanted. He offered.

Mark shook his head. What was wrong with him? He felt anger at Rachel. He risked his life to help her and she gets fucked by a predator six hours later? Surely there was a point in her job hunt where she could have left before she ended up in a room with a hungry horny wolf. He’d ruined his life to help her.

Maybe he should just give up. Look up the address, go to the wolf. He looked hot from that downward torso shot. He'd give him a ride before he stuffed him down his gullet. Wasn't that all he could really ask for at this point?

Mark rode the bus in silence, mind a battlefield. No predators got on. He wouldn't have moved if they had. Maybe that's what happened to the fox this morning. Maybe that's why he hadn't screamed when he was eaten.

His phone buzzed again, half an hour later. Half an hour. He'd been with canines before, small ones. He knew what took a half hour. He opened his text with Rachel - or at least, with her old phone.

A single picture sat on screen, seeming to pulse before his eyes. That gray furred gut was swollen with a fresh meal. A bright red wolfcock draped over the lower belly, leaning to the right. It was covered in cum. The knot at the base was barely visible. He must have pulled her off it before it fully deflated.

Mark stared at that photo until his stop came up. He walked home in a daze. He didn't avoid the alleys. For the first time since he'd been old enough to go around by himself, he took the elevator up in a building. Nobody got in with him.

Finally, Mark made it to his door. Giselle’s door now stood wide open. The rabbit stared at it for a moment, then pulled out his key and unlocked his door, pushing it open.

The lights were on inside. They illuminated a large sabretooth tiger he'd never seen before sitting in his easy chair, facing the door. The tiger was lounging back, one leg bent and resting his footpaw on his other knee. His fur was a light orange, seeming to deepen to a rusty color on his sides and around the back. The belly fur was a white oval. Heavy tusks stuck out from between his lips. His whole muzzle was a light gray, whiskers twitching. Those eyes pierced right through Mark.

Mark knew he was a male because a heavy set of light orange furred balls lay draped across the fabric seat. A heavy white sheath sat above them. A tail of the same light orange curled behind him up onto the left armrest, twitching slightly as Mark opened the door. He was gorgeous. And dangerous.

The rabbit froze, one foot inside the doorway. The tiger didn't move aside from those light tail twitches. “Evening,” he said.

“Evening,” Mark replied automatically. His voice was steady. Impossible, considering the adrenaline racing through him. He had to slam the door and bolt. He could run away - a vision popped into his head, interrupting his thoughts. A bulging gray furred belly. A leaking cock, pulling into its sheath. Running was foolish. Nowhere was safe.

Mark stepped inside his apartment. He moved by rote, one leg swinging back to kick his door shut. He walked casually forwards, swinging off his backpack and placing it on the small table. He stood, considering his unexpected houseguest. “How'd you get in? The door was locked. I would have noticed if you'd smashed it down, I think.”

“My buddy had the building super for lunch,” the feline explained. “Snagged him in the gym when we were all working out. The guy had all his keys on him in his locker, with labels. My buddy got the locker code out of him beforehand. He invited me and another friend over and gave us master key copies.”

“Your buddy ate Eddie? He was a zebra. Almost your height, if a lot slimmer.”

“Polar bear,” the tiger replied. Mark nodded in understanding.

“So you came up to the seventh floor? You don't look like you've eaten anyone else.”

“Nope. I'm running on empty. I just picked a floor, honestly. The room next door closer to the elevator was emptied out. Smelled like dragon.”

“Yeah, my neighbor Giselle was a giraffe. She likes… liked big men. I heard them fucking this morning, and then a burp.”

“Must’ve been some dragon if he got a giraffe down. Glad he wasn't still here.”

“Aside from the neck, she wasn't that big. You must have three hundred pounds on her. I think you'd have been fine.” Mark still stood there, looking at the feline. He glanced at the door, but that moment had passed. He'd be snagged before he got the handle turned.

“Why?” The tiger asked. He was following Mark's gaze to the door. The teeth jutting out of his muzzle didn't seem to affect his voice much. It had a low, rumbling, almost hypnotic quality Mark found rather attractive. “Why not run? You were at the door. You could've turned and left.”

The rabbit sighed, settling down on the couch across from his predator. “My whole life, I thought, if I could follow the rules, be smart, keep moving, I could stay alive. Never end up in there,” he said, gesturing to the furry stomach he'd soon occupy. “Avoid confined spaces like elevators or private taxis. Stay clear of alleyways. Never get distracted by my phone, move away from predators, don't take the evening subway. Lock my door,” he said with a sardonic look. The sabretooth tiger shrugged, a grin on his face. What a rascal I am, said the grin. Can't blame a guy for taking a free meal.

“But the rules don't matter. They only work because somebody always forgets them. My dad used to say, ‘you don't have to be faster than the lion, you just have to be faster than the guy next to you’.”

“Because we’re lazy,” said the tiger. “Why turn down an easy dinner?”

“Exactly!” Mark agreed. “But if there's nobody next to me, you'll keep chasing, right? If nobody gets in the elevator, the predators keep hunting at the bottom of the steps. If you couldn't have me, you'd go next door right?”

“Yeah basically,” the tiger said. He used a claw to pick at something between his teeth. He lounged, somehow so relaxed and yet dangerous. Mark was entranced, even as he ranted out his angers.

“So what's the point of running? Eventually, someone will catch me. Might as well be you. Besides,” he added, “I've seen people try to run. Just today I helped a friend get out of a bad situation. She went looking for a new job. One guess where she ended up.” Mark tossed his phone to the tiger in the chair. The feline caught it in one paw, scrolling through the text conversation languidly. He whistled at the picture.

“That's a nice knot. Least she got a good ride at the end.”

“See what I mean? If I bolted right now, I'd have to go find a new job, find a new apartment. There's a good chance I walk into some building with a vacancy and find out the owner meant his stomach.”

“That's probably what my buddy is gonna do with this place,” the tiger said, smirking. “Let a few people in, get some good reviews, and then dinner delivers itself.”

“And even if everything works out, like it did for this apartment, there's always the chance I do nothing wrong and still come home to a sabretooth tiger in my easy chair.”

“Ain't it a bitch.”

“Since we're talking,” Mark continued, “Why were you just sitting here? If you’d hidden in the bathroom or even just waited behind the door, you could have guaranteed I was trapped. Why let me see you and have the chance to run?”

The tiger dropped the smirk for the first time that evening, frowning. “You know, that's a good question. Maybe I was just cocky? I've eaten a lot of people. You prey are everywhere. I walk outside, and like you said, somebody will forget the rules and step too close.” He shrugged. “I guess it just doesn't matter, like you said. If you ran, I'd go next door. Not the giraffe side. Somebody is thumping around in there on the other side, I heard ‘em. I was about to go over when you came home.”

“A few minutes late on the bus and I'd live another night?”

The sabretooth tiger shrugged again. “Unless my buddies didn't find anyone downstairs and came looking up here. But yeah, probably.”

“Wow.”

Slowly the tiger leaned forward in the chair. He slipped his footpaw off his knee to the floor. “But I'm not next door. I'm in here, with you.”

Mark shivered. His feelings were all twisted up. Fear, absolutely. But also a strange warmth. “So since you're here, what happens next?”

“That depends on you,” the tiger replied. His amber eyes trailed over Mark's whole body. “You want a ride like your friend got?”

“Yes,” Mark breathed. His sheath twitched between his legs, then throbbed, his cock peeking out almost immediately.

“Damn buddy, you really do!” The tiger laughed. His own dick started to show, an alluring pinkish tip pushing out. “I've never had prey that was excited before. I've had to take everyone kicking and screaming.” He stood up and stepped forward, confident, intoxicating. Mark's dick shoved free of his sheath, fully hardening at the vision of the feline standing tall in front of him. Muscled, that golden fur shining in the lamplight.

“Alright, turn and grab the couch and I’ll-” the sabretooth cut off as Mark slid off the couch onto his knees. The rabbit didn't pay any mind to the hardwood floor. He pressed his short muzzle forward. The tiger was so much bigger than him that on his knees the top of his ears just barely reached the tiger's sheath. For now, Mark just buried his face in the feline’s furry thigh, one paw reaching up to those pendulous nuts. He inhaled the predator’s musk.

“Wow.” The big cat seemed stunned. He didn't try to push Mark away or demand he bend over the couch again. He let the rabbit work. Mark breathed in deeply. Something tickled his ears and he looked up to see that feline cock pushing out. It was pink and covered in wicked looking barbs. It throbbed, another inch or so squeezing free. The rabbit stuck his tongue out and caught a drop of precum dripping off the tip. He licked his lips, grinning up past the cat’s maleness at his astonished face.

“That's so fucking hot, man. Suck my nuts, please.”

Hearing the predator plead made Mark go a little feral. He stood up - he couldn't actually reach those balls with his mouth kneeling. He bent forward, his tongue darting out. He licked all over, slurping between the furry folds of skin. He pushed his muzzle up, one huge testicle resting on his nose while he licked up and behind, just tasting the big cat’s taint.

Loud, unabashed moans came from above. The sabretooth stood, tongue lolling out next to his tusks while he looked down at Mark. An enormous paw rested on the back of the rabbit’s head. No pressure forward, but no backing out either. Mark kept licking, exploring the other ball, his paws roaming over everything, stroking the muscled thighs to either side.

Heavy, drooling, the feline's cock kept pushing out. It draped over Mark's head, the tip resting on his neck. It felt hot, burning through his fur. It twitched and throbbed, beating with the predator's heartbeat and getting firmer every second.

Eventually, Mark felt the weight of that maleness lessen. It throbbed again, pulling up. Mark leaned back and the tiger let him go. The rabbit straightened up.

At their full heights, the tiger’s junk was level with Mark's sternum. That cock looked incredible. The narrow tip still leaked precum, and Mark couldn't help licking up a taste, earning another moan from above. It had to be a foot long, and probably as thick as his forearm - hell, maybe his calf. The rabbit couldn't tear his eyes away. The sheath had pulled back, exposing the whole thing. The barbs he'd seen before looked even more intimidating now, like they'd firmed up.

Mark didn't wait for instructions. He bent forward again, mouth open wide, and engulfed the tip. He was rewarded immediately with spurts of warm, salty precum. The rabbit gulped, sliding forward. He wrapped his lips around his teeth like he'd practiced, although none of his lovers had ever been twice his size.

He barely made it a quarter of the way down. He didn't gag - he just couldn't fit more of that monster in his muzzle. He gulped, working his throat muscles on the tip embedded in his gullet. The feline was purring now, Mark realized. The rumbling vibration could be felt through the maleness impaling his face. The tiger somehow still moaned and grunted through his purring.

Mark tried bobbing his head, but this time he did gag. Before he could recover, the big cat put the paw back on his head and pulled him off. The sabretooth tiger could practically palm his skull. Something about the whole situation, little moments of realization like that, kept Mark feeling an electric buzz.

The rabbit grinned up at the tiger, who was looking almost concerned. “Sorry. I'll do better. Just never had something this size, you know? Biggest guy I ever had before was a Rottweiler, and he was on the small side for his breed.”

“When are you going to get the chance to do better?” Another shiver down Mark's spine. “Besides, even if I gave you a chance there's just some physical incompatibilities here. Hell, if I hilt you next, I'd probably kill you before you got to my stomach.”

The tiger spun Mark around with a grip on his shoulder. Another shiver wrecked his body, a twitching of his limbs. This giant behind him… the rabbit could sense him looming. A warmth radiated off the huge creature. His breath gusted past the rabbit's ears, hot and heavy. His shadow dominated the rabbits. That weighty paw on his shoulder could pick him up with one arm and throw him across the room.

Pressure on his shoulder pushed him forward, bent him over the couch cushions. Two loud thumps announced the sabretooth going to his knees behind him. Wet warmth at his hole.

“Ooooooooooohhhh God!” Mark gasped. That slippery barbed tongue covered his whole ass as the feline gave one giant slurp. Saliva coated his rear, and more licks followed. Each one stimulated his rim, making him twitch and moan in pleasure. One giant paw reached under and engulfed his whole crotch. Velvety pads massaged his own dripping dick against his furry stomach.

That tongue moved with purpose. It pressed in, pushing through his ring. Mark couldn't have stopped it - he didn't want to. He stopped thinking, stopped worrying. He relaxed his muscles, and the tiger's tongue went deep. It brushed his prostate, and the rabbit squealed as he came all over the sabretooth’s paw.

The beast behind him didn't relent. That tongue pushed deeper. That muzzle opened behind him. Mark felt the light brush of those tusks on his thighs, the graze of fangs on his lower back.

Yelling in pleasure, Mark shoved himself backwards. The tiger obligingly opened his jaws further. The rabbit was practically sitting in his maw as he was tongue fucked. The predator could lean back and swallow him. He was big enough to take the rabbit folded in half. Mark shuddered in orgasmic bliss.

The jaws tilted - forward. That slippery appendage began to withdraw. The tiger pulled back.

Mark collapsed forward on his knees, trembling. Slowly he turned to sit on his butt, leaning against the couch, saliva covered ass on the hardwood. His stomach was a mess of matted fur. Despite his orgasm, the rabbit was still harder than he'd ever been.

He looked up the tiger. The male was still rock hard himself. Precum made a small puddle on the floor where he'd been kneeling. The tiger's expression was hard to read.

“You're insane, man.”

“Yeah,” Mark panted.

“You talked so passionately before. All your efforts to avoid being trapped with a predator like this. And the moment you get caught you're shoving yourself into my mouth.”

“I don't want to die. And that's the end of all this. But you're my fucking wet dream. That was incredible… and that's next right?” He said, gesturing to the barbed dick bobbing between them.

“Sure is. For the record, you taste incredible. And I've never had a guy like you either. Hot as hell.”

“Well let's keep going. If I stop I'll start thinking.”

The sabretooth tiger studied him a moment longer, then reached down and grabbed him under the arms. He lifted the rabbit effortlessly, stepping backwards smoothly. Mark was in heaven. He'd never let himself dwell on his fantasies before. They only had one ending.

The big cat settled back into the easy chair. He let Mark put his paws onto his thick, muscles thighs. The rabbit was basically standing on his lap. Without waiting, those huge paws slid down to his waist. That light orange fur laid over his own white coating. The thumbs pressed into the cum matted fur on his stomach. Pressure - light but unyielding - forced his knees to bend.

Wet heat at his ass. No tongue this time. The pointed tip slid over his cheek until the tiger settled into his target. They stared at each other.

“Do you want this?” The sabretooth asked suddenly.

Mark cocked his head to the side, one ear down. “Have you ever asked anyone that?”

“No.”

“Why me?”

He didn't respond.

“Yes.”

Immediately the feline pulled down. That barbed monstrosity pierced him and slid inside. The weight of the tiger's strength was immense. No clenching would have stopped him. Mark's breath caught. He winced. The tiger kept going. The rabbit twitched, then thrashed. The muscular feline didn't budge, and he didn't stop. Mark tried to scream, but that enormous cock was making a bulge in his abdomen now. His diaphragm was weak. A wheezing gasp was all that made it out. That spire inside him felt like molten lava. He was going to split in half any second now. The tiger's head was thrown back, moans and purrs shaking his body.

Furred muscle touched his ass. The rabbit gasped, chest heaving. Those paws around his middle clenched, pushing down but there was nowhere for him to go. He sat, impaled on a foot of sabretooth tiger dick. One trembling paw reached to his own abdomen, lightly feeling the stretched skin, shoved aside by the violent entry.

“Holy shit,” the tiger breathed. “You taste like meat, but you must be made of rubber.”

Mark managed a weak smile. He didn't want to scream anymore - but he wasn't exactly jumping for joy. Still, the incredible sensation of being filled… he no longer feared ripping in half. Now he felt stretched, but he was still throbbing and clenching on that barbed slab of meat inside him. “Free range rabbit, every inch of me.”

“Where's the man that taught you to take cock like this?” The tiger demanded. “I have got to shake his paw before I fuck and eat him too.”

“Afraid the early bird got him,” Mark said, wincing. “Peregrine falcon scooped him up in front of me off the Ferris wheel we were on.”

“Damn.”

“Besides, he couldn't take dick like this. He fisted me. Sometimes I fucked him but you’d have split him in two.”

The tiger slipped one paw off and fondled the rabbit's own maleness. It had gone totally limp on being penetrated, though it twitched weakly at the sabretooth’s touch. Mark was starting to enjoy himself again. “Yeah, I guess it'd be hard to find prey with a dick like me. And if you'd hooked up with a predator, well,” he raised his eyebrows knowingly.

Between the rabbit's legs, his future home gurgled. “Woops. That's as much time as I can give you. Back to the cream filling.” He grabbed Mark around the waist again. He hesitated, looking into the rabbit's eyes. “Brace yourself. Somebody my size would feel the barbs like a brush, but they're probably more like spikes to you.”

He didn't wait for the rabbit to respond before pulling up. And this time, Mark did scream. Spikes? It felt like somebody was dragging a metal file out of his ass. And yet incredibly, impossibly, it brought pleasure. The rabbit screamed some more, and the tiger growled, wild and feral. Gone was the purring and gentle pleasure. Mark reached the top. He tried to breath in.

The big cat pulled down again, and the rabbit wheezed. Amazingly, that already felt kind of nice. His dick twitched. And then the climb upwards. He screamed again, throat raw. But his dick kept twitching. The tiger stopped halfway and brought him down. His prostate was squeezed somewhere. He felt pleasure. Another lift. He couldn't scream anymore. A hoarse whimpering left him. The tiger thrust his hips, holding the rabbit still. More twitching rabbit cock.

Everything blurred. A rhythm started, steady and vicious. The cat humped upwards, pulled down. He yanked up, dragged those barbs out. Somehow Mark was enjoying it. His ragged screams became moans. His cock hardened. His vision was dark around the edges, but he saw stars, and his lover, his murderer, he took him to heaven and hell all at once. Their hips slapped together. Mark couldn't contribute. His legs wouldn't take his weight to let him bounce. All he could do was clench and throb. He tried to do it in time with the thrusts. For this tiger, he could do that.

His breathing steadied a little. He clawed back some consciousness. He timed his clenching with the big cat's growling, a rumbling that matched the throbbing inside him. Those barbs now dragged along his prostate and he begged for them in a low voice. He whimpered in pleasure.

Sudden motion. The sabretooth stood up. The rabbit felt two thumping steps. Twin thuds as the tiger dropped to his knees. Mark felt fabric on his back. He was lying on the couch. Then the tiger started to really fuck.

Those heavy balls slammed into his ass as the tiger pounded him. Growls became snarls as the feline gave into his animal instincts. Sweat dripped off the cat onto the rabbit's face, and he licked up the salty fluid. Mark was humped into mush, his own cock twitching and throbbing in orgasm between the two of them. He kept trying, clenching in time, trying desperately to keep that amazing heat inside him each time the tiger pulled back. Mark spread his legs wide. He tried to hook them around the feline's thick waist and pull him in.

“Harder,” Mark said. His voice was a whisper.

The sabretooth slammed forward. Wood scraped as the couch was pushed across the floor. He roared, the full throated mating call of a tiger. Burning heat poured into Mark's body. He'd never been warm before this. His abdomen bulged, tigercum filling his intestines. That cock in him throbbed, each flex visible from outside, almost lifting the rabbit off the couch. Those heavy cat nuts were pulled up right against his ass as they were emptied.

It went on forever. The two of them locked eyes. Mark knew he'd never loved anybody before like he loved this beast, this carnal god. He'd been fucked to heaven and back.

Slowly - infinitely slowly - the sabretooth pulled back. Each barb could be felt on his abused rectum, but he couldn't help but miss the incredible feeling of fullness as they left. Relatively little cum came out. Still enough to ruin the couch, but most stayed inside. The tiger had just gotten it so deep. Mark felt five pounds heavier.

They stared at each other.

“That was the fuck of my life,” the tiger panted.

Mark gave a sleepy grin. He had been nearly folded in half. He tried to carefully lower his legs, but it was painful to shift too quickly. “The best and last fuck of my life for sure. At least I'm going out on a high point.” He winced and kept his legs up. His ass couldn't take the pressure. “What's your name?”

The sabretooth stood there for a while, considering. “Fang.”

“Am I the first to know?”

“The first prey? Yeah.”

Another long moment passed.

“Do you know your neighbor? The one that wasn't eaten by a dragon, I mean.”

Mark frowned. “No, I've never spoken to them. I think they're an orangutan, female maybe? Not sure.” He stared at the huge cat. “Why?”

The feline locked eyes with him. “They're gonna be my dinner tonight. I'll be back in a bit. Don't go anywhere.”

The big cat walked past. His heavy footpaws should have been loud, but those velvety pads made his tread quiet. At least for his size. He didn't bother cleaning up. His cock still swung half out of his sheath.

Mark slowly sat up, wincing. Had he done something wrong? Did the tiger not like his meals covered in cum? Why fuck him then? It didn't make sense.

Five minutes later, Fang came back inside. He'd locked the door when he left. He locked it again behind him. His gut was noticeably bigger. That orangutan had probably been a third of his weight. More of a meal then the slightly pudgy rabbit would have been. Maybe that was why?

“Did I do something wrong, Fang?” The cat looked startled.

“Definitely not.”

“Then…” Mark gestured at his stomach. Fang sighed and walked over. He picked the rabbit up in both arms. The rabbit was surprised, but he didn't struggle. Fang carried them to the rabbit's bed. He laid Mark down on his stomach, then laid down on his side facing them. The poor bed squeaked at the weight.

“You,” he started, “were incredible. And I was so hungry, if I had waited another minute I think I would've eaten you, so I had to go get that monkey. But that… that whole thing. That was amazing! I've never felt like that in my life.” He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. His gut still squirmed, and he rested a paw on it. “I've had lots of prey. Fucked lots of guys. I loved having you at my mercy. But I have everyone at my mercy.” He looked over again. “I've never had someone who wanted it.”

“I always wondered if anybody else was fucked up like me,” Mark mused. “You've never had willing prey before?”

Fang shrugged. “A decent number of you give up when they're cornered. Sometimes you get somebody stepping forward. I had a momma stoat ask me to spare her daughter one time. But never like you.”

“They don't know what they're missing. I would have been happy to go down your throat. Feed a body like this.” Mark dared to reach out a paw, tracing over the tiger’s pec.

“Rub my belly.”

Mark swung himself up. He moved to his knees, waddling to the sabretooth's gut. He started to massage it, both paws rubbing over the white oval of fur. Fang’s coat was so smooth, so luscious. He was still sweaty from their fucking. He felt pressure from below. A face pushed out of his stomach. Mark placed a paw over it and gently pushed down. He lowered his own head and laid it sideways on Fang’s belly, looking up at the tiger.

A strange expression was on his face. “What if that was you in there?”

Mark shrugged. “Then you'd digest me. And maybe somebody else would get to do this.” He kept stroking his paws over that amazing belly.

“Push harder. You can't hurt me.”

Mark obliged, digging his knuckles in, working his neighbor inside the hungry tiger stomach. He wished it had been him. He didn't want to die, even now, but he still wished it was him in there. He'd squirm just right. He'd digest without a fuss.

That belly rumbled, contracting slightly. The rumbling shifted, and Fang opened his jaws and belched loudly. He closed his maw, licking his lips. Mark's cock poked out of his sheath again. The feline eyed it. Beneath the rabbit's paws, the orangutan suddenly thrashed. Fang moaned, holding his own belly. One heavy paw covered Mark's own. The other pressed his head back into that gut.

The thrashing stopped. Something poked Mark's ear. Fang let him lift his head to look at the tiger's half erect cock. Mark moved a paw down the big cat's abdomen to rest on it, then turned again to look at his face.

Fang was smiling. “I'm convinced. You really are a little gutslut. You get turned on by me eating people the same way I get turned on.”

“It's so fucking hot. I tried to fight it, I knew it would kill me. But it's just… right. I belong in there, and so did she.”

The tiger watched him. “When you got that text from your friend, with the pictures, did you wish that was you?”

“Yes,” Mark whispered.

“Did you think about going to that address? Even though you knew he would eat you after he split you open with his knot?”

“God, fuck yes!”

“Why didn’t you text him back?”

Mark was quiet. “I almost did.”

“What else happened today?”

“On the bus, this alligator grabbed a goose and fucked his mouth before he ate him. I wished it was me. I was right behind him. I wouldn't have wasted a drop.”

“Good boy. What else? Tell me the fucked up shit.”

Mark shivered. “My dad got eaten. By a crocodile. It just followed him into the bathroom at the movie theater. When he came out, I could barely tell. But he told me and my siblings. He asked if anybody wanted to join Dad. Two of my brothers did. They were just tired, like you said. They gave up. I wasn't thinking that way. I almost went. Dad looked good on his stomach with my brothers.”

“Better than my stomach?”

“No,” Mark whispered. “You're so much more full. So much hotter.”

“Good boy.”

They lay there for a while. The smell of sex was heavy in the room. Fang’s scent filled the place. His cum was still drying in a puddle on the floor.

“Fang?” Mark whispered.

“Yes?”

“What happens now?”

“We’ll watch some TV. And then we're going to sleep. I'll probably want to fuck you tomorrow before work.”

Mark nodded and laid his head back down. Fang grabbed the remote from the bedside table and flipped through channels. He looked down at the rabbit. “You don't want to ask anymore questions? You don't care what happens after that?”

Mark shrugged. “If you weren't here, tomorrow I'd wake up and need to find a new job. I might’ve ended up like my friend, or snagged on the subway, or any number of things. I don't know who's gut I would end up in, but that's where I'd be eventually. If I stay with you,” he said. “Well, eventually I'll end up in here, right?” He patted the tiger’s stomach. Fang nodded. “I'd like that better than somebody random off the street. So whatever happens, I'm better off with you.”

He lowered his head again. Full of cum, pleasantly sore, comfortable on a pillow of soft fur, Mark closed his eyes. For the first time in his whole life, he stopped worrying about tomorrow.