"We're going to have a strict catch and release policy." Rudy explained to the assembled predators, "The prey team we're forming is meant to help us become better, more efficient hunters. Different species of prey have different methods for evading predators. By working with the different members of the prey team over the course of the semester, Fiona and I think our team will end up performing better during game nights." Rudy nodded towards the rabbit, meerkat, and squirrel, "These are the first members of the prey team. So far they're the only ones willing to volunteer, so play nice. When you ingest a member of the prey team, no chewing. If you plan to swallow and keep a prey team member in your stomach for more than two minutes you need to take an antacid at the start of practice. No antacid, no extended trips to the gut. Are we clear?" Most nodded while a few grunted in the affirmative. While Rudy continued outlining the rules for the hunting team, Rhonda reached over and gave Jason's ass a little pinch... Or at least it would have been little if she hadn't been ten times his height and a hundred times his weight. Rhonda's thick fingers squeezed the young squirrel's entire left butt cheek, practically squishing it. Jason gave a little yelp and turned around, shocked. Rhonda gave him a raunchy grin... which Jason didn't take long to return. There was just something about the large feline that stirred up his libido... Probably the plump, feminine mound she kept hidden beneath her skirt. If it was female and it had a pulse, Jason was interested.

"Also there is to be no stalking of prey team members outside of hunting practice." Fiona added once Rudy had finished, "We're going to be working with them a lot so I expect some of you will become quite proficient at catching them. That doesn't mean you get a free lunch next time you forget your wallet. They're helping the hunting team so they're strictly off limits." Fiona realized it would be hard enough making the prey team last without hungry teammates picking them off outside of practice.

"As for you guys." Rudy turned to the face the diminutive prey team, "You'll need to sign a waiver and give us a copy of your latest physical. Besides that, there's nothing else you really need to do... besides giving us your best effort." The waiver was a requirement imposed by the school board. While predators could devour anyone they felt like without repercussion in the wild, that privilege wasn't applicable everywhere. At Caliban Academy, prey species had to sign a document acknowledging the risk they were taking by becoming involved in extracurricular activities. If a student was gobbled up by another club member, before having signed a waver, the school could conceivably be held liable for their consumption and digestion. Such a lawsuit could be expensive... unless it was filed by a rabbit or lemming family. Rabbits and lemmings breed at such obscene rates that most courts won't even listen to cases involving devoured children.

The physical, unlike the waiver, wasn't imposed by the school. Fiona was well aware that some students at Caliban used drugs on a regular basis. She also feared some of the more sexually active students had probably contracted STDs. The last thing she wanted was one of her teammates digesting a student with something harmful in their bloodstream. Drugs could result in their team's disqualification during a hunting competition and STDs could severely hamper a team member's performance. So much so they might have to leave the team. Fiona wanted everyone healthy not only because she wanted to win competitions, but because everyone on the hunting team was a close friend. After voicing her concerns to Rudy he'd agreed with her.

"Can I give you my physical tomorrow?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I don't have mine either. I'm going to need... a few days." Jason smiled nervously.

"That's fine." Fiona replied, "Just as long as we get them before the end of the week." Fiona had Jason, Mike, and Steve sign the waivers, "Thank you! Here, take these Rudy." Fiona turned back to the prey, "Now, you're going to want to take off your clothes."

Mike gave the fox girl a quizzical stare while Jason grinned from ear to ear and Steve let out a horrified gasp, "Look, you don't want your clothing to get drenched with saliva do you? Unless you don't mind smelling like breath I suggest you take them off." Mike slowly nodded and complied; Steve reluctantly did so as well. Jason had actually disrobed mid-sentence.

Fiona smiled at them reassuringly than blew the whistle dangling from her neck, "Alright everyone, we're going to take five minutes to stretch. After that we're going to give our new prey team a five minute head start... We're just feeling each other out today, so there's no specific hunting strategy. Hunt separately and use your own discretion. If you plan to swallow Rudy will be passing out the antacid pills. Go see him."

As the two teams did their stretches a few more students trickled into the clearing, hoping to tryout for either the hunting or prey team. Fiona and Rudy were quite pleased to see more herbivores trying out for the prey team. Perhaps their new training regiment wouldn't end in disaster after all. The new tryouts, who instantaneously became members simply for having the guts to show up, were a good mix. There was Lin and Jim; a pair of small chipmunk twins. They were thin and scruffy, only a few inches long apiece. Rudy gave the sister, Lin, a quick wink. He was going to have a lot of fun with her. Also joining the team was yet another squirrel, Ralph, and a runty deer named Doug.

Those trying to join the hunting team would have a much more difficult trial process. Most of the current hunting team consisted of former members. There was an opening or two though. One of the prospective hunters who really stood out was a trim lioness with smooth golden fur. She introduced herself as Leona. The feline seemed to radiate confidence and her sleek, chiseled form hinted that her attitude wasn't just unfounded bravado. Fiona made a mental note to keep an eye on her.

After going over the ground rules with the late comers, Fiona signaled for the prey team to head into the woods. The first practice of the season was underway.

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Mike wasn't sure if he'd made the right decision in joining the prey team. It had really been an impulse decision, truth be told. His older brother had gone missing just the other day and, while such an event wasn't uncommon in Domain, it had had struck pretty close to home. His missing brother Jeff was two years older then him and a senior at Caliban Academy. Mike wasn't nearly as fast or as quick witted as his track star brother. If Jeff couldn't outfox a hungry predator, how much of a chance did he, a far shyer, less agile sophomore, stand? Of course it had occurred to Mike that maybe his brother had absconded with one of his girlfriends. Every female bunny at Caliban clung to him; they were practically his own private harem. Jeff wasn't the responsible type and It wouldn't be unlike him to simply ditch his family.

...But Mike still realized he needed become better at hiding, faster at running. It was his only chance for survival in a world where half the population thought he'd go well with ketchup. There was also the chance that he might become friends with some of the hunting team members. Mike didn't have a ton of friends, and the few he did have were all herbivores. There was no guarantee the hunting team would warm up to him, but having strong popular athletes for buddies would go a long way towards keeping him alive.

The sudden ruffling of leaves caused Mike to bolt from his hiding place. He wasn't sure if someone had caught his sent and was trying to sneak up on him, or if it had just been a gust of wind. Mike wasn't going to take any chances though. He hopped a good half a kilometer through the thick foliage until he felt confident he'd ditched his phantom pursuer. He paused to catch his breath and gazed about at his new surroundings. Suddenly he heard a commotion coming from the other side of some bushes. Very discretely, he crawled into the patch of bushes to try and get a better look.

"Unhand me you brigand!" Staring through the needles Mike was able to see Steve the meerkat squirming fitfully in the powerful paws of a wolf.

Bruno chuckled lightly to himself, and freed up a hand so he could push his girlfriend's low hanging wool out of his eyes, "Brigand? This isn't brit lit class, kiddo." Steve stopped his useless squirming. He looked up at his captor and bit his trembling lip, "I suppose my fate is sealed then, is it not?"

"Hey, don't worry little guy. You're only going to be down here for a few minutes." Bruno rubbed the empty gut beneath his shirt, "You'll only be down there for a few minutes. Think of it as a field trip to a water park. You go down the tube, you play in the pool and then you get out." Bruno was a fairly easy going and accommodating predator. He wasn't the type to scare the hell out of his prey. And seeing as how Steve was a new member of the prey team, he thought it would be in everyone's best interest if he could convince the kid to be less jittery about being swallowed whole.

Steve continued biting at his quivering lower lip, but some of sheer terror had gone out of his eyes" Just... just a few minutes?"

"Yeah, there's no need to worry."

Eventually the little meerkat calmed down. He gave a little sniff, "Okay then... Please be careful, I bruise easily." Bruno's elongated maw stretched open. A soft pink tongue rolled out of his mouth and planted itself on the tops of Steve's feet. Slowly the spongy muscle dragged itself up the length of his body, leaving a cold, wet, slimy trail of saliva in its wake. Steve eeped slightly as the larger male's tongue scraped against his balls, but that didn't deter Bruno. He didn't finish his tongue stroke until he'd reached the tip of Steve's furry scalp.

"Yum! You taste really good, dude! What do you wash with?" Bruno smacked his lips.

"Well, I generally cover my fur in Flavio's Fantastic Fur Lotion twice a day. Once in the morning and once in the evening. I let it sit for about a half hour before rinsing."

"That sounds like it must be time consuming, but it's definitely worth the effort. You're just packed full of flavor... and I've gotta say, it really gives your coat a nice shine."

"Really?" Steve replied, a pleased not in his voice, "Yes, I have noticed my coat has more of a luster since I started using it. Thank you for noticing."

Bruno went back to his full body licks. Steve couldn't help but shudder as Bruno repeatedly slathered his groin in minty fresh saliva. He was doing his best to control his bodily functions, but Bruno's roaming tongue was making things difficult.

Mike pulled out of the bushes. Jason had been caught quite early, surprise surprise. He'd be a belly warmer for the older junior soon enough. Not Mike though, he knew better than to allow-

A golden blur plowed into him, sprawling Mike out onto the forest floor. Blinking, he looked upwards at his captor. There was a muscular, yet nubile looking kitty sitting on his chest, "Uhhh, w- what just happened?"

"I caught you, obviously." Leona the lioness smirked. She gave him a sniff and her whiskers twitched, pleased by his sent. Mike wasn't ready to go tummy spelunking just yet. He managed to squirm out from in between her thighs, but she soon had him in a headlock. His face was buried in the powerful lioness's damp armpit making it difficult to breath, "Woo win." He gargled into the meat of her underarm. Smiling triumphantly, Leona tossed him to the ground.

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Jason scurried as fast as his little limbs would carry him. Hot on his heels was a rampaging Rhino. His heart was pounding so feverishly that he was afraid it might explode. Why was this girl so enraged after one playful boob tap?!

Roaring, chunks of rock and debris exploded into the air as Rachel continued her frenzied pace. The foliage thickened further up. Jason saw his chance and went for it. He dived to the left under the cover of plant life. Rachel didn't see him fling himself to the side and went rocketing past. Jason watched as she went onward, flinging her horn wildly and reducing a few young saplings to splinters. He turned and started to dart off in the other direction. He had to lose the chick, and fast.

While looking over his shoulder for the angry rhino, Jason failed to see the large object obstructing his path. He ran headlong into a solid pillar, and went falling backwards. Had he hit a tree trunk. When his head stopped spinning he realized the 'tree trunk' he'd hit was actually a orange and black furred leg... and he was currently staring up a girl's skirt. No panties, apparently she liked to go commando, "Ooooo, I think I'm going to get a nose bleed."

"Come here, you little scamp." Rhonda reached down and scooped up Jason, "You're a little cutie, aren't you?" Rhonda stroked his chest with one of her furry digits.

"Baby, I'm what ever you want me to be." Jason insisted.

Rhonda gave him a wide grin, "How about lunch?"

"Umm.. well.."

Rhonda began to lightly bat at Jason's tiny prick.

He quickly lost his train of thought, "...I've got to warn you, keep that up and I'm liable to start dry humping your hand."

"Well we wouldn't want that." The tigress's belly gave a fierce growl unlike anything Jason had ever heard before. He could have sworn the ground had rumbled slightly in response to the feline's angry, empty digestive tract. She lifted him up to her fat jowls. He squirming lightly as she blew him a kiss. The thick lips parted revealing a warm, crimson interior. Saliva clung to chubby girl's razor sharp teeth. The mouth continued to expand as the trigeress's fat cheeks stretched. Jason had never seen a mouth so big. It reminded him of the Sarlacc pit from the Star Wars trilogy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You're not planning to put me in there, are you?!"

Rhonda closed her mouth and gave the boy an odd look, "Well, of course I am. I'm hungry."

"But listen to your stomach!" As if on cue, Rhonda's belly caused another low intensity tremor, "... Yeah, she's pretty hungry. Whatever goes in there next isn't going to last too long." Rhonda gave the behemoth a tentative pat. She lowered Jason away from her yawning maw.

"That's my point exactly." Jason swung forward and gave her ample belly blubber a poke, "How long do you think a guy like me is going to last in there? In thirty seconds I'd be a skeleton... Or, at least, I would be if my bones hadn't digested by then."

"I suppose you're right." Rhonda sighed. This new practice regimen was going to leave her pretty damn famished in the weeks to come... Of course there was that deer, Doug. She was probably the only predator on the team big enough to stomach him without chewing.

"Okay Jason, you get a free pass." She set him down on the ground, "Go on."

"... But don't you want credit for catching me?"

"Huh?"

"I'm you're catch."

"Yeah, but if I can't eat you..." Rhonda shrugged.

Jason started blushing, "I dunno... You could always carry me around, or stick me somewhere else till the practice is over."

"... Heh... Hehehe, you're a naughty, horny little fella, aren't you?" She snatched up the tiny squirrel once more.

"I blame my raging hormones."

"That's okay though. Even though your a dirty pervert, you're still a cutie... Not to mention bold. I like bold guys."

"Well you'll find none bolder than me!" Jason bragged.

"Oh really?... I don't know, I think you're all talk." Rhonda teased.

"Girl, your words sting. I'd walk through fire for you."

"Heh, alright player. Lets put you to the test! Prepare to go where no squirrel has ever gone before." Rhonda lifted up her skirt revealing her large heated mound. Jason instantly went stiff. Without hesitation she slammed the little critter into her fat snatch. The furry, dribbling lips parted, swallowing him whole.

Jason was all talk. He'd never so much as gotten to first base with a girl. Now, after a minute or two of flirting, he was tail deep in the folds of a large cat girl's vagina. His brain was a few seconds away from powering down. His new surroundings were hot, humid and dark. The organic walls around him were pulsating slightly and he felt a warm fluid start to drip into his fur. The only part of him not crammed into the surprisingly roomy, but still cramped and messy, pussy was his bushy tail. He wasn't in danger of suffocating. It was hard to breath but his tail was allowing a small amount of air to filter into the pitch black chamber. Jason sat in stunned silence for a few moments, unsure of what to do.

His giant capturess began walking. He could feel himself bobbing up and down due to the impact of her heavy footfalls. Jason heard Rhonda speak. Was she talking to him? Whatever she was saying it was too muffled by cunt fat and muscle to tell. After a minute Rhonda spoke again, more forcefully. The boy within her just shrugged helplessly, did she want him to come out? When he tried to press backwards towards freedom, two thick fingers stopped him from escaping. They noisily pushed him back inside of the hungry snatch. Rhonda spoke again, this time she was much louder and clearly frustrated. Jason was almost able to make out the words.

He felt the pulsating chamber suddenly clench around him, compacting him into a tight ball. He wiggled fiercely in response. Jason wasn't sure if he should be incredibly aroused or scared for his life. He was mostly the former. The pressure was soon alleviated. He was left gasping for breath. Rhonda was the first girl to ever respond to his advances. Though he was currently buried inside the slimy confines of her body, in a position where she could easily squeeze him into a furry brown and red paste, he was grateful to her. He was starting to get pissed, not at Rhonda but at himself. Why was he pleasing her? What was he doing wrong?

Suddenly it hit him like a stack of bricks. Of course he wasn't pleasing her! He was just an itty bitty herbivore sitting idly in her pussy. After all his big talk, he didn't even realize an open invitation when it slapped him in the face. She hadn't stuffed him in her to be cruel, she had put him inside her so that the two of them could have a little fun while she hunted for something bigger. Mentally kicking himself, Jason got to work doing what he should have started five minutes ago.

His hands began groping and grasping at the slick, fleshy walls. Jason was pleased to hear the giant tigress groan above him, and respond with some favorable (though muffled) words. His hands continued to roam, massaging the dripping walls vigorously. Soon his fur was drenched in Rhonda's fluids. He could feel that Rhonda had stopped now. He wouldn't need to worry about feeling the crushing wait of a deer expand the girl's stomach and press down on top of him. He was doing an effective enough job that she couldn't hunt anymore. He felt what he hoped would be his future girlfriend sit down. Perhaps she'd found a log, or something.

He knew all the attention was now on him. He started working at a feverish pace. It would kill him to disappoint the colossal girl. She'd given him her attention AND access to her nether lips, two things no other female ever had. Suddenly his hands pressed up against a large, slick, rubbery nub. What was this? Apparently the nub was filled with sensitive nerve endings because Rhonda had shuddered. Jason smiled to himself, he'd struck gold. Dangling above him, towards the entrance of the cavernous cunt, was Rhonda's clit. He stretched his arms a little, this was going to be a workout.

Outside Rhonda had gone cross eyed. She'd had a few former lovers, all big predatory cats like herself. Though all were well hung they'd never made her feel like this. Rhonda fell backwards off the log and onto her back, her pupils dilating inside of her. She let loose a roar of pleasure as Jason unleashed a flurry of blows on her clitoris, treating it as if it were a punching bag.

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The tiny chipmunk, Lin, hated her current predicament. She'd been caught by a sly looking wolf named Rudy. Insisting that something so small would never last more than a minute in his innards he'd unbuckled his pants and stretched out his boxers. Using a furry finger to lift up cock, he'd given her a lustful ogling before saying "After you." and dropping her inside. The poor girl had tumbled into the boxers, causing its contents to jiggle. She'd given a little scream in response, but the wolf boy hadn't relented. Rudy told her he was putting her in there for her own protection. She didn't believe it for a second. She knew he was just horny.

Having no other choice, she'd pressed up against the fuzzy orbs. Rudy had given her one last toothy grin before lowering his member down on top of her. So now here she still was forty five minutes later, sitting with her back lightly pressed to his sac, breathing in the musky scent of his crotch. Occasionally he'd take large bounding steps that would cause his flaccid member to flop up and down on the back of her head. At first she found it to be frightful, but the soft clubbing was so frequent that it no longer scared her. Sometimes Lin would shift a little to get comfy among the soft, lupine genitalia and she'd feel the shaft harden... but it would soon become limp again.

It wasn't so bad, Lin decided after time dragged on. There was something almost comforting and protective about her current location. It was soft and warm, and the constant rocking of Rudy's stride almost made her want to fall asleep. No, this wasn't bad at all. Rudy was one of the more popular boys in school; he was captain of the hunting team, after all. There were worse places to be than beneath his bouncing member. She giggled as she realized how many of her friends would be jealous of her. How many herbivore girls got to use Rudy Dewclaw's genitalia as a makeshift pillow? Most of her girlfriends wouldn't dare come within fifty feet of the terrifying yet inexplicably seductive male. Just wait till they heard how she'd spent her hunting tryouts! The gossip would spread like wildfire through the school. This was sure to get her a bump in popularity.

Suddenly Rudy's shaft jumped alive. A few drops of murky white fluid fell on Lin's head. 'Great' she thought. When she got home she'd have to wash the precum out of her hair. Rudy's zipper shot downward and a dark furred paw reached inward, wrapping around the solid boner. Frightened, Lin scurried backwards burying herself beneath his fat sac.

Rudy gasped as he felt Fiona grip his dripping cock. They'd stumbled into each other while hunting and Fiona had insisted on giving him a quick handjob. Rudy had tried to refuse but his hormones overrode his better judgment. He was happy to feel Lin scurry beneath his sac. If Fiona found a girl in his pants she wouldn't hesitate to devour her... or Rudy's balls. The last thing he wanted was a vengeful girlfriend gnawing at his package.

A few power strokes and Rudy shot his load, "It's about time to end practice, zip up."

"Yeah, okay."

"You alright, Rudy? You seem a little jumpy."

"I'm good, I'm good. Lets go." He quickly zipped himself up. He'd have to fish Lin out when Fiona had her back turned.

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"Well done, new girl. I have to confer with Rudy but I think we've got a place for you on the team."

Leona smiled around her meaty mouthful. Mike's head was the only thing exposed to the outside world; Leona had her lips wrapped around his neck. Fortunately for him, Leona had decided to simply suck on him rather than devour him. She widened her jaws allowing him to crawl out of her warm maw. She rubbed her arm against her lips, removing the saliva, "It looks like you did pretty well yourself."

As if in response, Fiona's bloated belly gave a twitch, "Yup. I caught a sloth dangling from some low branches. He's not a member of the prey team so he's not coming back out. At least not the way he went in" The two girls grinned devilishly. Mike rolled his eyes, predators...

Eventually both teams in their entirety had reconvened in the forest clearing. Some of the predators looked disappointed, obviously not having caught anything. Others though had returned with fattened middles. They regurgitated their sputtering, soaked meals onto the grass. Fiona noted that Rhonda had returned clutching a soggy looking Jason. He was very small prey so Fiona was surprised the tigress looked so pleased with herself. On closer inspection Jason looked quite satiated too. Fiona wasn't sure what to make of it.

"So, are we all back?... Good! Great practice everyone. We'll post the results tomorrow. There aren't a lot of open slots for hunting team members, so don't feel too bad if you don't make the cut."

"Hey Rudy, where's Steve?" Mike asked, "We need to head over to Brenda Bruin's office now. We start our internship today."

"He's right here." Bruno raised a hand to his midsection, a lazy smile on his face, "I've just been sucking on him for the better part of practice. The kid is mouthwatering! I finally gulped him down about half an hour ago."

"Well vomit him up already!" Fiona snapped.

"Sure, no problem." Bruno prepared to regurgitate his prey, but stopped. Bruno gave a quick, sharp jerk causing his belly to shake lightly. He looked upward at the his team captains and Mike, his eyes wide with shock. Slowly he gave Fiona a sheepish grin.

"What are you waiting for? Cough him up!" Fiona demanded.

Bruno had a guilty look on his face. "I can't, he just slipped into my intestines. We're going to have to wait for him to come out the back door."

Fiona sighed in disgust, Rudy just shrugged.

"Is... he dead yet?" Jason asked, nervously.

"Judging by the way he's wriggling, I'd say no."

Fiona nodded, "Then there's still time. Rudy has some laxatives at his house. Maybe if we speed up his trip he'll come out okay."

Bruno gave his abdomen a hearty prodding, "You hear that? Don't worry, buddy. We're going to get you out of there."

"I guess it's worth a shot." Rudy responded stoically. He turned to face the group of students who'd tried out for the hunting and prey teams. "Alright everyone, we're done for today. if you make the cut be here for practice at 4. Oh, and if you're on the prey team you've already made the cut. Head on over tomorrow... and bring your friends!" Rudy, Fiona, Bruno, Mike, Jason, and technically Steve, split off from the slowly dispersing group. They needed to hurry back to Rudy's house.

"I hope the mayor isn't pissed we're late." Jason grumbled. He turned back around to give Rhonda wave. She gave him a wink and a genuine smile. He knew who'd be catching him from here on out.

"Don't worry about that, lets just get Steve out of there." Mike replied, without looking back at his companion. He felt a little guilty about what had happened. He was the one who had suggested Steve try out, after all.

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Back at the Declaw residence everyone was gathered inside the upstairs bathroom, waiting to see the results of the laxative. With any luck the delicate meerkat had successfully snaked his way through the majority of Bruno's intestines without being absorbed. Bruno could feel the little fella nearing his bowels and in a few minutes he'd be ready to release him back into the world, "Uh... do you guys have to stare?"

"Why are you so embarrassed?" Fiona snapped, "Steve is the one who's going to come crawling out of your brown eye."

"Don't remind me." Bruno groaned. It would be hard to be near Steve in the halls or in the locker room knowing the little guy had taken a full tour of his digestive tract.

"Hmm?... Ah! Here he comes." Everyone leaned forward slightly. Bruno gave a soft grunt. A long brown turd flowed out of his anus. The muscular sphincter pinched it off, and it fell into the water below. A few seconds later a several more mushy, fowl smelling logs were deposited into the bowl, "So how does he look? You alright in there, Steve?" Bruno asked, unable to see the water's contents from his current seat.

"... Just wipe and flush." Fiona muttered, visibly annoyed. She walked out of the bathroom disgusted. Of course prey were going to get digested, but on the first day? That was sure to leave a bad impression. They'd be hard pressed to get new recruits. In fact, they might even lose some of their current ones.

Bruno shifted his ass and looked into the toilet. The delicious meerkat had indeed been reduced to a pile of feces. The laxative had only helped speed his journey through the athlete's body, "Whoa, sorry bro. I didn't mean to leave you in there so long."

"There's no need to apologize to food." Rudy said with a yawn, "Besides, he can't here you now." Bruno nodded. Wiping his ass, he flushed away Steve's remains.

Jason came into the room as everyone was leaving, "Hey, thanks for letting me use your shower."

"No problem." Rudy replied, "You guys can leave whenever you feel like. We're going to go hunt down Fiona." The two wolves went downstairs in search of Rudy's pissed off girlfriend.

"So where's Steve?" The shade wearing squirrel asked.

"Probably the septic tank by now."

"Bummer."

"So... I guess you're going to quit the team, huh?" Mike asked.

"Wha? Hell no! The team is great! I can't wait for tomorrow."

Mike was a bit shocked by his reaction, "Really?"

"Yeah man, I'm going to really devote myself to helping them train. You know, mind, body and spirit; 110%."

"... Cool, I'm glad to hear it. It's too bad what happened to Steve, but I'm going to stick with it too... Anyway, we really ought to go to the Mayor's office. We're pretty late thanks to practice and the Steve fiasco."

"... You know, I've been thinking... I... I don't think I want to be an intern anymore." Jason confessed.

"Huh? Why?"

"Mayor Bruin is hot and all... but there's this other girl and..." Jason shrugged helplessly.

"We weren't volunteering because we thought she was a hottie." Mike replied, pointedly.

"Hey, speak for yourself!... Look, I'm sorry Mike. I came to a decision while I was showering. I'm a one girl man from now on."

"You're a no girl man, you poser!" Mike snapped.

"Dude, I'm sorry but I'm not going. I'll... I'll see you tomorrow. I'm headed out Mike."

Mike shook his head as the little squirrel made his way down the stairs, "Fantastic, I guess it's just me then." Before Mike could follow Jason down the stairs a strange feeling washed over him. It was like he was being stalked. He felt the fur on the back of his neck stand up... not because he scared, but because the powerful suction of a predator's nose was tugging at it. He turned around to come face to face with an elderly, yet dignified, looking wolf tentatively sniffing at him.

"...Hello dearie, my name is Elanor. I'm Rudy's grandmother. Are you on that new prey team I've been hearing so much about?" He felt her eyes roam over his fur, as if he were being evaluated.

"Er... yes ma'am. It's nice to meet you, my name's Mike." The two shook hands, "Why don't you come back to my room so we can have a nice, little chat?"

"I'm sorry ma'am but I need to get downtown. I start my internship for Mayor Bruin today."

"It's just Elanor, dear... and an internship for the mayor, you say? My, doesn't that bring the memories flooding back. I was quite the savvy political operative myself at one time."

"Really?" Mike was intrigued but he really had to leave.

"Yes. In fact, in 1968 I caused the a sheep rioting at the Chicago Convention."

"That was YOU? I read about that! Very impressive!" She had his full attention now.

Elanor gave him an affectionate smile, it wasn't often people recognized her old political achievements, "Come back to my room and I'll tell you more. Look dear, it's much too late for you to go downtown. By the time you get down there it'll be 9PM. Just call Mayor Bruin in the morning and explain why you had to cancel, I'm sure she'll understand.

"I-... Yeah, okay." Mike grinned. Elanor took his hand and guided him towards her room "So how DID you cause the riots?"

Elanor had recognized his scent the moment he set foot inside the Dewclaw home. He reeked of Jeff; the two were obviously siblings. Much to her disappointment, Jeff had been gobbled up by Rudy's foxy young girlfriend just an hour after clearing out her cobwebs. She'd smelled the lad on Fiona's breath and, when asked about it, Fiona told her about the rabbit she'd found snoozing on the front lawn. Elanor had kept her lips sealed, of course. It wouldn't do to let the kid's no they'd just scarfed down her newly appointed lover. Elanor thought that would mean an end to her neglected sex life, but maybe not. Here was Jeff's brother. And unlike Jeff, Mike could enter and leave the Dewclaw home without raising suspicion. He was a teammate, after all. But would he be receptive to an older woman's advances? She couldn't threaten to devour him like his brother. Regardless, she was going to give it a shot. After tasting rabbit lovin' she was loath to let it go.

Once she was back in her room she plopped down in her rocking chair, "I forgot to ask, would you like something to drink? I could run downstairs and get you some carrot juice."

"No, that's alright ma- Elanor."

Mike scanned around the room, taking in the sights. On the mantle of her dresser was picture of a much younger Elanor holding a picket sign. He leaned in to get a closer look. Much to Mike's surprise, he felt Elanor grip his hips from behind. She set him in her lap, "There we go. So, where did we leave off?

The two talked for several hours straight. Elanor was extremely pleased to see that Mike made great company. If only her own grandchildren would spend so much time talking with her about the old days. The two of them shared a deep love of politics and Elanor was only too happy to share her old stories with him. It completely distracted her from her original goal, to sexually arouse the teen and claim him as a temporary mate.

The more she talked with him the more she grew to like him. He seemed much more genuine than his brother. He also seemed shyer and less full of himself. She began to wonder about his sex life. It wouldn't due to grill him, that might scare the poor dear away. Instead she tried to ask him about it in a playful, grandma like fashion. It worked.

"I'm actually a virgin." He admitted, sheepishly.

Was he trying to make her drool? "A bunny virgin, I didn't know there was such a thing" She giggled.

"Well.. erm..." Mike's ears folded in embarrassment.

"I'm sure you're just waiting for the right girl... or woman, I should say. I think your first time should be with an older, more experienced woman. Young things are nice eye candy, but you want someone in the bedroom who knows what she's doing, believe you me."

The two continued their talking until Mike's eyes grew heaving. The gentle rocking of the chair and Elanor's soft but firm thighs were causing him to nod off. He let out a yawn, "I'm really glad I decided to stay here Elanor. Its been great talking to you, you're like the grandmother I never had."

Her heart sank. She didn't want him to see her as a grandmother, "Thank you, Mike." she murmured, halfheartedly. He closed his eyes and snuggled against her thighs and trim tummy. Elanor rocked back and forth a few more times before unzipping his jeans, 'would a grandmother do this?' she thought. She delicately twiddled his cock. 'Yum' she thought to herself.

After taking a moment to consider what she was doing, Elanor felt dirty. Nowadays it might be normal to molest prey, but that certainly wasn't the case when she was growing up. She still had some values she wasn't ready to dispense with. He wasn't even her food so she had no excuse to play with his gear, or even squeeze his abs. "Mike?"

"H- huh?"

"I think maybe you should head on home now, dearie."

"Wha?... Oh, okay.... Um... can you let go of my penis?"

".... Oh! Why of course, sorry dear." Elanor dropped the limp member. She quickly thought up an excuse for her behavior, "You're an edible teenage rabbit and I'm a wolf, hon. It's in my nature to feel up my prey; I used to do it every Sunday when I went grocery shopping. The price is the same for each person, but that doesn't mean they have the same muscle mass or weight. I guess I just got a little confused about what I was doing. A senior moment, I suppose." She gave a nervous chuckle, "Again, sorry."

"You don't need to apologize." Mike yawned and sat up, zipping up jeans, "I'm your food, after all."

"That's right, dear." Now that he mentioned it she felt incredibly hungry as well as horny. Unfortunately he couldn't help with either, "Since... since you're now on the hunting team-"

"Prey team." Mike corrected, sliding off her lap.

"Prey team," Elanor agreed, "will you be coming over to the house more often? For... ummm, prep rallies, and discussions on tactics, and such?"

"I wasn't planing to... would you like it if I did?"

Elanor paused for a moment than nodded.

"Okay, then I will." Mike indicated that Elanor should lean forward. Curious, the old wolf did. He planted a kiss on her cheek and gave her a hug around her neck, "I had a great talk tonight. I hope we can have more discussions about politics after I start up my internship."

"I- I'd like that." Elanor stammered, she brought her hand up to her cheek. She felt like a schoolgirl again. This was a different feeling than what she'd felt when dealing with Jeff. She felt less of a primal craving for Mike and more of a tender longing.

"Well, I'm going to head out. Maybe I'll swing by tomorrow after practice." he waved goodbye

"If you do I'll have a nice piece of carrot cake waiting for you... Careful on your walk home, don't get eaten now!" Elanor leaned back in her chair, sighing. She should really go outside and scrounge up a meal; she hadn't eaten anyone since lunch. Overall, she was pleased with her conversation with Mike. They had a lot of the same interests and he had a better head on his shoulders than Jeff. He was also a virgin to boot. It would take a good deal of effort, but he'd be worth it. Elanor licked her chops as she contemplated their next meeting.

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