"Endurance training?" You ask.

"Rule number one of survival is cardio." Mary-Anne explains. "You males are completely inferior to us in every single way physically. We're stronger, faster and generally smarter than you."

"Well... I don't know if I'd go that far..."

"Oh so can you chase down a moving scooter?" Marry asks with an amused smile on her face.

"Well...ah..."

"No you cannot, your gender just isn't designed to do that. You're meant to be prey, thus why we are superior to you."

Mary-Anne's talk is starting to intimidate you and you start wondering if you made a mistake. You slowly start to back away and prepare to run for your life. Mary instantly notices your discomfort and gives you a comforting smile.

"Don't be scared. I'm just explaining all of this so you know why endurance is so important for you. We have you beat physically, so you need to create an advantage over us. Most girls are in pretty good shape, but most girls also have about an average endurance because it doesn't take us long to catch our meals. So if you have amazing endurance, you will have an advantage over us."

"I see..." You concede. Mary-Anne's explanation makes since. "So what am I going to do?"

"Simple!" Mary-Anne beamed. "You're going to keep running laps around my backyard. While you're doing laps, I'll randomly attempt to catch you. If I catch you, I will eat you."

"WHAT?!" You gasp. This girl told you she was trying to help you. Now she's telling you she is going to eat you if she catches you?"

"Relax." Mary-Anne soothes. "I'm not going to actually keep you. If I catch you, I'll just eat you to teach you a lesson. I'll let you out after I swallow you, I promise."

You look carefully into Mary's blue eyes. There isn't a hint of deception in them, she looks like she is truly telling the truth.

"Wait, what about your foot? Won't it hurt you to run?"

"I'm not very mobile right now." Mary admits. "And that's why I'm only going to be making random attempts to catch you instead of constantly trying."

"Are you sure you'll be ok moving on that ankle at all?"

"Aww are you worried about me?" Mary asks with a smile on her pretty face.

"Well... I kinda am." You admit. It was funny, three days ago you would've considered it your lucky day if you had found out Mary-Anne, the beautiful cheerleader who's been trying to make you her lunch for a while, hurt her ankle and couldn't move around too well on it. Now just a few days later you are worried about her hurting herself trying to catch and eat you. It's funny how quick life could change.

You see Mary-Anne smile softly and look away. "Well that's sweet, but don't worry, I'll be fine. Now start running! And don't stop until I give you permission!"

You nod and start running around Mary's back yard. As you run, Mary watches you like a cat watching a mouse that is just waiting for the perfect time to strike. After thirty minutes of nonstop running, you are starting to get extremely tired. You're breathing heavily, but you can't stop yet, Mary hasn't given you permission. And even though she promised she was only helping you, you knew it wasn't a good idea to disobey a woman who could easily eat you when you were as exhausted as you currently were. All it would take is one small action to piss her off that would send you down her gullet and into her stomach...

Despite your exhaustion, you continue running for another fifteen minutes. The more tired you get, the less and less you focused on Mary-Anne. You don't even realize your lack of focus on the beautiful cheerleader who just days ago told you that you were her meal... Your body is naturally shifting its focus to continuing running without you realizing it.

Suddenly something trips you and you go sprawling to the ground. Before you can react, you feel a soft body pounce on you and you could feel Mary-Anne's amazing breasts resting against your back.

"Looks like someone wants to become my snack." Mary purrs in your ear.

You gulp nervously. You couldn't believe that you lost track of her!

"Well... not really." You nervously reply.