“Are you going to let us go?” Thumper whimpered as he stared with big, scared eyes at the surrounding predators. Like all prey children, his parents had told him in graphic detail what happens to all prey when a predator captures them. Every grizzly detail from the burning acid waiting for them inside the predator’s stomach to the long, humiliating journey their remains took through the predator’s winding bowels was told to them. Parents told their children all the horrifying details in hopes of making their children more cautious and mindful of their surroundings. The fear installed in children by their parents usually worked. Kids who had been raised with bedtime stories of being shit out ferocious wolves were twice more likely to survive until adulthood then kids told fairy tales at bedtime. Sadly, nothing the four preteens had been told by their parents would help them today.

“No,” Kell firmly said. After raising a rowdy teenage boy, Kell knew you had to be strait with teenagers and not beat around the bush. There was no point in lying to these four boys, better they not have their hopes shattered when reality comes crashing down on them.

“Why?” Cheddar squeaked, taking a glance to his brother on Eleanor’s plate every few seconds. He was scared out of his mind, but even impending death couldn’t stop him from being his brother’s keeper.

“Because we’re hungry and you four look deeeeeelicious,” Sheila smartly responded, giving her selected meal a toothy grin. All the predator women nodded. They wouldn’t have used the same wording as Sheila, but that was the bottom line. All of them were hungry and had delectable yummy boys sitting right in front of them.

Eleanor smiled emptily at her own meal sitting down on her plate. She had been a little nice lately, letting that stud of a rabbit and his brother get close to her and not sending them to her colon, but she hadn’t lost her predatory edge. It was simple, she had a craving to eat someone and little Jay was going to be her meal. It was kind of sad, but small, weak animals were eaten every day and that was the way things were. She was bred to eat small, weaker animals and that was what she did. She wasn’t good or bad, just a predator.

Sheila was always up for foreplay, but this was getting ridicules. They were arguing with their food when they should be chatting about the latest gossip. “Ladies, I didn’t come to talk to lunch, I came to talk to my favorite cousin and aunt. Lets dig into these boys before the sun goes down.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Aby nodded and grabbed Thumper. For some reason, she didn’t feel like having mouse today. Maybe it was because having a mouse only a few years younger then the one sitting before her made her feel uncomfortable or maybe it was because she’d been tasting mouse every time she gave Danny a tongue bath.

Sheila grabbed Maxwell, the spunky squirrel that had complained about being eaten by old ladies. “Congratulations, you get to be eaten by a sex she-wolf.”

“I wonder if you’ll live up to your name and taste like cheese,” Kell laughed as she grabbed the last remaining boy, Cheddar.
Eleanor picked up her meal to, not giving the young mouse any parting words. What could she really say to him, sorry kid, lunch is on?

Jay looked at Eleanor with pure terror, trembling in her hands as he was brought up to her face. A million things ran through his head as Eleanor started to open her mouth, not to speak, but to dislodge her bottom jaw so she could stuff the little mouse in. All the other boys were seeing the same thing, watching as the predator that had selected them opened their maws wide to let them in. The maws the boys looked into were all slightly different, but in their eyes, they all shared the most important detail, they led to stomachs where they’d be digested. Too scared to scream, all the boys could do was either whimper, cry or say their last prayers. With a wet slurping sound, the ladies guided their prey into their wide maws until their small heads were pushed into their narrow throats.

Within seconds, the women had their lips around their selected meals hips. Twitching tails and kicking feet stuck out of their mouths as they took a few moments to feel the warm, breathing fur on their tongues. Gulps followed quickly and their waving legs and tails were slurped in with a content sigh. Bulges moved down the women’s throat, disappearing under their bosoms to reappear as large, squirming bulges in their midsection.

Eleanor leaned back in her chair, stroking her full stomach as it shook lightly from the futile struggles inside her. The meal had only lasted a few seconds, but it had been a good meal. Now that Eleanor thought about it, she could never remember ever having a bad meal before, no matter how long or brief it was. There was just something about holding a life in your mouth and then swallowing it down that was so rewarding. The meal had been quick, but it had not lost any of its meaning.

Most of the time, it takes several minutes for a predator to completely swallow fully grown prey. It took that long because either the predator’s throats needed time to stretch wide enough to fit the meal or they wanted to enjoy themselves by lingering the eating phase. However, all the women present were experienced predators, who had downed hundreds of different animals and had very elastic gullets, so they had been able to finish their meals quickly. They could have taken their time, suckled the yummy morsels in their mouth, but it was considered bad form to draw out a meal with guests over. It was one of the few etiquette rules to eating live prey.

“Sheila!” Eleanor exclaimed after her meal settled in her belly. Aby and Kell turned to the stylish wolf and curbed their laughter when they saw that she was the only one who hadn’t finished their meal. It wasn’t that she was having trouble, it was because she was having fun.

“Wha?” Sheila garbled with a mouthful of squirrel in her mouth. Her meal, Maxwell, was face down in her mouth with only his tiny twitching feet sticking out of Sheila's maw. Through the little bit of space separating Sheila's teeth from Maxwell, everyone could see her tongue moving back and forth over her meals crotch, trying to get her meal to release his salty treat. Loud gasps could be heard from inside Sheila's throat as her meal experienced an emotion other then fear for the first time since being captured. Even as everyone stared at her, Sheila continued trying to coax her meal to cum inside her mouth.

“Sheila Fangore! You swallow that boy right now! There will be no messing around with prey at this dinner table!”

“Aaaww,” Sheila sighed with disappointment then swallowed the last of her meal. Distantly, a horrified scream could be heard as Sheila's meal plummeted towards her stomach. As the women heard the desperate cry, they all wondered if the scream was meant in horror over being swallowed or horror in being denied a final release before the ultimate final release.

“Aunty, there’s no need to shout. I was only adding a little extra flavor to my meal. No harm, no foul,” Sheila explained as she looked across at her disgruntled aunt. Sheila had always been playful, even in her preteens she had forced her food to pleasure her on threat of being skewered and cooked. Her youth had been spent humiliating and tormenting hundreds of different animals for the mere joy of it. Some would call Sheila a sadist, but she always considered her cruel ways to be the inborn to her breed. Wolfs were after all one of the top predators in the world, way better then those lazy cats, so why shouldn’t they parade their superiority?

Since growing up and seeing the world, Sheila had lost a little bit of her superior attitude, but she hadn’t been humbled enough by the big, wild world to lose it completely. She still liked to mess around, casual sex, partying all night and the occasional genocide of a few yummy animals. She had a little bit of the wilderness inside her and was not ashamed to display it openly.

“Dear, you don’t ‘play’ with your food, especially at the dinner table. Prey is meant to be eaten, not sexually assaulted.” Eleanor managed to sound firm, even if she knew inside that she was being a hypocrite. She had been messing around lately with not one, but two yummy bunnies. She hadn’t eaten them, but she had certainly committed played around with both in the earnest. Trying to lecture about morals when she was in secret acting in a very immoral way made her stomach turn. Then again, that feeling in her gut could just be the death throes of poor jay as he’s being digested.

Sheila rolled her eyes, not taking the older wolves words seriously. She just didn’t understand the needs of the working woman. “I’m sure in your day prey was only eaten and women all spent their days in the kitchen preparing said prey. But us working girls are to busy to date and have steady relationships, so we use expendable partners, ones that you don’t cuddle with, you digest. I’m not the only woman that does it, right Aby?”

“Um, well, yah,” Aby mumbled as she blushed heavily under her grey fur. The discussion about her own sexual needs had been brought up several times with Kell, but Aby had never explained her unique tastes for tiny mice to Kell’s much more proper mother. Aby expected the older woman to give her the stink eye, but instead the old wolf looked like she was indecisive about being either embarrassed or irritated by the line of questioning.

Seeing that the discussion was going down hill, Kell spoke out in support for her mother’s moral stance. “I’m a working woman too, but I don’t mess around with my food in any inappropriate way. What do you have to say to that?”

“Of coarse you don’t mess around with your food,” Sheila grinned smugly, “you marry it. I’m sure that being married to a big, stud of a rabbit has to have many advantages. There’s one advantage in particular that I’m most interested in. Tell me my beloved cousin, how is your sex life?”

Kell went pale. She had walked right into that one.

“Yah Kell, dish. Tell us single girls a little about what does on upstairs,” Aby slyly added. Kell and Aby spent a lot of time together and they touched on some really risqué subjects like canine racism and inter-species marriage, even Aby’s own sex life wasn’t off topic. The only thing Kell was guarded about was her love life with Kevin. She would drop subtle hints about how nice her night with Kevin was, but never go into detail. The lack of info had peaked Aby’s curiosity and she was desperate to know something juicy. She had already admitted to Kell that she likes having mice up her hindquarters, sharing went both ways.

Seeing her best friend turn on her, Kell looked to her mother for support, but she stayed out of it. Looking away, Eleanor tried to keep her nose out of the conversation, but she was just as curious as Aby was about her own daughter’s sex life. Kell had confined in her during her first marriage that her husband was horrible in the sack and when she married Kevin, Eleanor thought she would be told how things were in the bedroom too. But Kell had never brought it up, avoiding the subject of sex completely. Eleanor didn’t like to pry, but she wanted to know how her cub was doing.

All the women leaned in, eager to hear the hot gossip about Kell’s husband. The only sound in the kitchen was the gurgling coming from inside their bellies as the four boys they’d eaten were digested and processed by their bodies. Kell sighed, knowing that she had to give the vultures something to get them off her back. This was going to be so uncomfortable.