Kell wagged her tail impatiently as she once again scanned the park grounds for her son. He was supposed to have arrived over an hour ago. Kell grumbled some under her breath; she wasn't too surprised by his tardiness. Rudy often forgot to come to family events. Most likely he wouldn't be coming. She decided to bark his ear off when they got back home, not that that would do much good... At least the picnic was going well. Coney was fast asleep on her mattress like girth, and everyone around her seemed to be having a decent enough time. Rubbing her bubbling gut, Kell zigzagged in between scores of happy picnic goers as she made her way to the refreshment table. A few of the smaller picnic goers were swaying back and forth, clearly intoxicated. A few of them accidentally lurched into Kell instead of shuffling out of her way. Most rebounded off her large spherical belly, land on their ass a few feet away. Kell made a mental note to go easy on the punch. She was the designated driver. Looking towards the podium she saw Brenda Bruin talking animatedly with her husband and a few young prey species. She frowned a little when she saw how close her hubby was to Brenda's powerful maw. Brenda didn't rise to the top of the political food chain by being humble and mild mannered. She ate a lot of her opponents and naysayers alive, and not figuratively. Kell decided not to get too worked up; Kevin was a big boy. And besides, Brenda had always acted very civil towards him. If she'd wanted to devour him alive she probably would have made her move by now. Kell reaffirmed her decision to just try and enjoy herself. Though she was still full from work Kell dipped her paws into a big bowl of bacon chips. What better way to enjoy a party then to eat?

"So then I said, 'This conversation is over. You can leave out the front door or leave out the back door.'" Brenda lightly patted her pant-suit covered ass. Everyone shared a chuckle, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't leak any of these stories to the press." Brenda said with a polite, yet obedience demanding grin, "I've got a family friendly image to maintain."

"Of course, Mayor." A young, teenage rabbit nodded.

"What was your name again, young man?" The mayor asked.

"Mike. I can't wait for my internship to start, Mrs. Bruin. I'll work my ass off for you."

The mayor gave him an appreciative smile, "Its supple, young unpaid interns such as yourself that act as the building blocks for my re-election campaign. I know I'm the incumbent, but without you my campaign would starve." The mayor, unconsciously, gave her tummy a light rub.

"Well rest assured that Mike, Jason, and I are hard workers; we'll do whatever you ask us to do." Steve, a meerkat, chimed in. The squirrel wearing shades, standing next to him, nodded in agreement.

"I know you will, you have my thanks. Will you be swinging by the office tomorrow?"

"We plan to, but all three of us are trying out for the Caliban Hunting Team right after school." Mike informed her.

Brenda's eyes lit up with surprise, "Oh, really? Are they allowing herbivores and insectivores on the school hunting team now? That's very progressive of them." Mrs. Bruin said, approvingly.

"In a way, there's going to be a prey devision. It's mostly to help the pred team train." Mike explained.

"It's not much, but at least we'll be contributing to our schools victories in a way." Jason, the shade wearing squirrel, elaborated.

"I hope all three of you make the cut... assuming you're all capable of movement afterward, be sure swing by my downtown office for your... initiation as interns."

If the three high schoolers chose to show up, they would have to undergo something of a hazing ritual. If they were small enough (and this lot seemed to be about the right size) Brenda liked to send her new interns spelunking into her cunt. It was a 'trust building' exercise for them and a 'morale booster' for her. If they had the qualities she was looking for in interns, then they'd return to help her campaign on the weekends. They'd be expected to perform such tasks as grassroots campaigning in their neighborhoods, handing out flyers and cold calling local homes for funding, pounding her fat pussy when ever she got horny, and accumulating as blubber on her midsection and hips for the winter. Being a politician she only had time to hibernate for half of December, but she still liked to pigout and take in all those holiday season calories.

A cacophony of screams and shrieks suddenly pierced the air. Brenda looked up from her companions, "Hmmm, sounds like the three legged race is about to start." The contestants, primarily deer, antelope, bulls, and horses, each had a leg amputated and hauled off the the refreshment tables.

"I could go for a leg of zebra myself, will you boys join me?" But before Brenda, Kevin, and the three high school students could make their way over to the table, one of Brenda's staff flagged her down, "Shoot, looks I need to get ready for my speech. It was good talking to you kids. You too Kevin, I hope the other school board members haven't given you too much trouble." After saying their goodbyes, Brenda huddled with her two speech writers.

"What's the matter, honey? You look like you're sulking." Kevin embraced his wife... or at least tried to. Her fat gut acted as an effective barrier. Kevin managed to squeeze in enough to hug her, but as soon as he unwrapped his arms from around her waist he was bounced backwards, "Rudy, he forgot to come to the picnic. All he thinks about is his hunting team."

"At least his committed to something." Kevin offered.

"I suppose that's true... How's the fund raising going?" Kell queried.

"Pretty well, actually. As far as cash is concerned she's gotten into 5 figures, and the 'other' donations have been pretty generous as well. Kevin didn't need to elaborate on what the 'other' donations were. Meat was also a type of currency in Domain, and unlike money it wasn't something controlled by the government... Well, that isn't entirely true. A cynic might point out that there are government implemented gimmicks, such as tax rebates for multiple children, meant to increase the breeding pf prey. But, for the most part, meat was something that came not from government printing presses but from citizen's hearts... and thighs, livers, torsos, etcetera, etcetera.

The married couple made idle chatter with some of the other picnic goers, and watched some of the various festivities. A pack of predator children took turns swinging at a dangling donkey 'piñata', and rushed forward to gather up his guts when they spilled out onto the grass. Normally Kevin would find such a display barbaric and gruesome, but the donkey had been a volunteer. Sometime during the egg toss (a number of hen mothers had been nice enough to donate their unborn chicks) one of the mayor's aides addressed the crowd via microphone, and told them to converge around the podium. The crowd gathered for the mayor's speech. She kept it short and pithy. She thanked them for coming, and thanked them for their donations and future efforts to get her reelected. Towards the end she spoke of a fund raiser raffle.

"All funds will go into my attac- er... my unbiased, honest tv ad campaign. The raffle tickets are $20 a piece. The winner of the raffle will win an all expense paid vacation" Everyone in the crowd leaned inward, excited, "to my stomach." The crowd stared back at her, stunned, "... That was a joke, people. The winner will get an espresso maker." The crowd let out a collective laugh.

The picnic wrapped up about an hour later. Kevin said his goodbyes to the mayor. All she could do was grunt her thanks and wave goodbye. A few minutes prior a family of sheep had offered up their daughter as a campaign contribution, and the girl had been half way down Mrs. Bruin's esophagus.

"Well, I think that went well." Kevin told his wife, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the arc of her neck.

"I just wished Rudy had remembered." Piling into the car, Kell, Kevin, and Coney set out for home. Fortunately for Rudy, by the time everyone returned home Fiona was long gone. Kell didn't let him off the hook though. He'd be doing extra chores around the house for the rest of the week. When Kell looked in on her mother she found her fast asleep with a big, gooey satisfied smile on her face. Soon after the Dewclaws turned in for the night.
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