“There’s not much say, really.” Kell squirmed under their unwavering stares, “We’re just your average couple. Most nights we just cuddle and talk… after two or three hours of the bump and grind.” Kell mumbled under her breath.

“Could you repeat that last part?” Aby asked, “Some of us don’t have canine hearing.”

“Yes, speak up dear. My ears aren’t quite what they used to be.” Elanor added.

Kell gritted her fangs, “Mother, I know you heard me just fine… My Kevin, he… Oh, I might as well just spit it out! Kevin has the sex drive of… well, of a rabbit. But he’s so much larger and muscular than your average, run of the mill, bunny!” Kell paused briefly. She closed her eyes and smiled, as if basking in some euphoric memory, “He has the force and dexterity of a jackhammer.” She purred, reminiscing. Elanor had to set her wobbly cup of joe down. Her eyes were as big as saucers. Sheila allowed herself a skeptical chuckle.

“It’s true!” Kell insisted, snapping out of her reverie, “He’s hung like a stallion! And every night, the moment our bedroom door closes, I pounce on him like a cat on a king sized canary… no offense, Aby.”

“None taken.”

“We’ll have a few rounds on the floor. Then maybe a little hanky-panky in the bathroom while we get ready for bed… and then it’s a nonstop marathon until I all but pass out! I have to tell you girls, being Kevin’s lover is more exhausting than being a full time hunter at Herdthinners. But it’s a gooooood kind of exhaustion.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to look at Kevin the same way again.” Abby chuckled lightly while tenderly massaging her boy filled gut, “Because of his size and species I’ve always had my suspicions, but now that you’ve come out and said it… How are you even able to walk in the morning? I’d imagine you’d be so sore you’d have to hunt from a wheelchair.” Aby and Sheila both chortled.

“Don’t misunderstand.” Kell replied, in a serious tone, “He may be big… in more ways than one, and he can be quite vigorous when we make love, but he can also be very gentle when he wants to be. After a few harsh rounds, we often gently fuck the hours of the night away.” Kell couldn’t help but get aroused talking about her sex life. The women’s sensitive noses were able to detect the musky scent wafting up from in-between Kell’s closed thighs, but they were all courteous enough to ignore it.

“The longest I’ve ever had the horizontal mambo going for was half an hour.” Sheila couldn’t help but be impressed.

“That might be because most of your ‘lovers’ are just prey you decide to rape before eating.” Elanor replied, in a dismissive tone.

“True enough, but still…”

“So… satisfied?”

“Truth be told, I was hoping to hear a bit more about the specifics” Sheila confessed, “How did last night play out? Don’t skimp out on the details.”

Kell nibbled hesitantly on her bottom lip. She had to consider how much more of her sex life she was willing to divulge. After a few seconds hesitation, she decided she’d tell them a little about last night’s exploits… Of course, they’d be getting a censored version. There’d be no mention of their role-playing, or of the ménage à trios her, Kevin, and a short lived gopher woman had engaged in. As Kell began speaking, the women quieted down, all the while gently caressing their bulging middles.

Aby could feel a dull twitching within her stomach. The young rabbit trapped inside must have gone into shock. Lightly stroking her bloated abdomen, Aby considered whether or not she should show mercy to the young one. Aby was a kinder predator than most and she wouldn’t let her diet violate her code of ethics. For example, she wouldn’t eat at most fast-food restaurants because they insisted on dropping children into the deep fryer while they were still alive. Now normally, after gobbling up some unfortunate young boy or girl, she’d suck in her displace tummy fat, crunching her belly. By doing so her stomach’s occupant would be compressed into an unbearably tight ball. The pressure would often shatter their spine, killing them instantaneously. Ably obviously didn’t poll her bowel movements, but she assumed a sudden, quick death was preferable to a long drawn out one that involved fur and flesh oozing off a victim’s bones while they were still conscious. Of course, she wouldn’t do this for just anyone. The victim had to be young and pitiful.

As she continued listening to Kell, Aby decided not to intervene. She enjoyed the rhythmic twitching of her prey; having a poor boy convulsing against her stomach walls produced a delightfully ticklish sensation. She didn’t treat herself often so, while it made her feel a little bit guilty, she allowed her stomach to continue diligently doing its work, unmolested.

While Aby, Kell, and Sheila basked in the death throes of their food, Elanor wasn’t having quite as enjoyable a meal. The young mousling she’d eaten was proving to be quite a fighter. The old wolf just couldn’t handle meals as well as she once could. Her stomach acids were weaker, thanks to her aging pancreas, and her entire digestive tract had become far less efficient. It took meals much longer to process and they could survive for hours, sometimes even an entire day. Once, the day after taking an exceptionally potent antacid to settle her heartburn, she shat out a semi-digested, yet still living, shrew. Elanor had felt a great deal of sympathy for the woman, but the shrew had reeked so horribly, Elanor opted to flush the toilet rather than fish her out. With a frightened ‘eep’ the barely conscious shrew woman had been sucked down the tubes.

Elanor knew she had to find more docile meals, preferably younger ones. Her stomach just couldn’t handle large, powerful prey anymore. Not only did digesting them take forever these days, their struggles were just as likely to sting her stomach lining as they were to massage it. Though her current meal’s struggles were for the most part soothing, the odd, sharp poke or blow would cause her a few seconds of discomfort. ‘I should have comforted him a bit,’ Elanor thought to herself, sullenly, ‘he’s probably going to give me terrible gas.’ Her mental musings were cut short when Kell let slip an exceptionally lewd and juicy detail about what Kevin liked to do to her from behind.

“I wish I could get involved in a passionate relationship.” Sheila sighed, once Kell had finished.

Aby nodded in agreement, “I’d like that too but there just aren’t enough hours in a day.”

“Yeah…” Sheila kneaded her tummy flesh, “We working gals just don’t have the time for a long term, reciprocal relationship.” As she continued to ply her gut a thoughtful look began to develop on her face, “I wonder if I could capture myself a more… permanent lover. He’d have to be young. He’d be easier to break and he’d last longer.”

Elanor snorted, “You can’t CAPTURE yourself a husband, that’s not how it works!”

“I didn’t say anything about a husband.” Sheila replied in a curt, stuck up voice.

The women gossiped for a while longer. Eventually, Aby decided it was getting late in the afternoon. Collecting Danny (Who’d been playing with Ace, a bug Lindesfarne was keeping imprisoned in her room) the two said their goodbyes. All of the women gave Danny a hug and promised they’d keep an eye out for him when hunting. Picking up Danny and setting him on her shoulders, Aby took him home.

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With a soft grunt, the foul smelling turd began to emerge from her anus. Fiona gave a sigh of relief as she felt the heavy mass evacuate her bowels and impact with the grass; she’d needed to do this ever since the start of practice. She wasn’t finished yet though. Gritting her fangs, Fiona continued to concentrate. A few more brown logs were released, and they plopped down on top of the original. With one final push, the final clump of feces was squeezed out of her pucker. She turned around to admire her handiwork, “That’s what you get for being a peeping tom! You won’t be peeking into the girl’s locker room ever again, perv.” She chastised the steaming pile. Fiona looked around for something to use as makeshift toilet paper. Much to her dismay, she was forced to use the bush behind her. Breaking off a branch, she rubbed the pine needles in-between the crack of her plump backside. Fiona was careful to make sure no shit clung to her furry behind or the base of her tail. Once she felt her anus was sufficiently clean, she dropped the soiled branch on top of the smelly remains of Bradley (formally a chihuahua from PE). After adjusting her skirt she turned around to scowl at the horny teen or, more accurately, what was left of him. She tugged down her bottom eyelid and stuck out her tongue, “meh!” Without further ceremony she left to rejoin her friends. Never again would Bradley cross her mind; he was nothing more than fertilizer now, and below her notice.

A good portion of the hunting team (both the hunter and prey divisions) had been waiting for her on the sidewalk. From the hunting team there was Leona, Rhonda, Bruno, and Rudy. From the prey team there was Lin and Jim, the chipmunk twins, Mike the rabbit, and Jason the squirrel. There was one more person accompanying them, but he wasn’t a member of the team. He was just some poor schmuck Leona had grabbed off the street while waiting for Fiona and crammed into her craw. The Possums legs were cart wheeling weakly as Leona worked her way to his torso. She’d taken him in head first from behind, so his genitalia were fully exposed to the group. Rhonda giggled to herself while the boys averted their eyes. Rudy was the first to catch sight of Fiona walking towards them.

“Took you long enough.” Rudy griped.

“So sue me.” Fiona muttered.

“Ummm, aren’t the people who live there going to be angry you took a dump on their lawn?” Rhonda asked, curious. Normally Fiona was very good about manners and proper protocol; she’d never do anything to embarrass Caliban’s hunting team. And yet, she’d just gone onto someone’s property and taken a shit behind one of their bushes.

“Oh, don’t worry. They won’t mind. I know the family who lives here; they’re dung beetles. When they get home later today and see the size of what I left them they’ll think its Christmas!”

“… Ew.” Mike wiggled his bunny nose in distaste. Rhonda just laughed. Fiona had enough class to look embarrassed. Had she really just bragged about the mound of warm stool she’d just deposited on the Krekosky’s lawn? Perhaps Rudy’s crude personality was starting to rub off on her.

The possum in Leona’s mouth gave a shriek that seemed to be somewhere in-between instinctive, guttural terror and ecstasy. She drew his hindquarters into her powerful jaws just as he shot his load. A small amount of cum dribbled from her lips. Leona brought up a paw to block the embarrassing display from view, and sucked in the possum’s tail as if it were a giant noodle. Mike saw Leona’s belly balloon slightly as the man was forced inside of her. Licking off her lips, she gave a light burp, “Whew, it feels good to get something solid in my stomach. Unlike Mike, I don’t need to cough this critter up!” A light scent in the air alerted Leona to Mike’s discomfort. Looking over at him she gave him a friendly smile and a reassuring pat on the back. Mike’s uneasiness melted away. He was surprised to realize he had no misgivings walking beside Leona, even though her belly was currently flopping around with the weak struggles of her latest victim.

Two weeks ago, that could have easily been him sitting in the tight confines of Leona’s gut, waiting to be reduced down into a nutritious protein rich paste. It wasn’t him though and, honestly, he had trouble even envisioning the cute, perky lioness eating him. Sure, there were a lot of people who’d like nothing more than to have his ass on a dinner plate, but he didn’t think the hunting team felt that way about him and the rest of the prey division. Even though Mike and his prey teammate’s were new to the Caliban Academy Hunting Team, he felt as if they’d really started bonding with their carnivore counterparts.

There were no longer any awkward silences before the start of practice. After the first few practices they’d actually tried making small talk with each other. Now, at the start of every meeting, both teams would laugh and joke with each other, talk about classes, and just enjoying each other’s company. Even showering after practice had become a little less awkward, though things were still understandably weird (washing corrosive gunk out of your fur while standing next to the guy who’d just regurgitated you could be more than a little uncomfortable). While everyone was sociable with each other, some people had made more progress than others. Mike was well aware that the seeds for some close friendships had been planted.

Jason almost always got caught by Rhonda, and it was quite clear to Mike that this wasn’t a coincidental happening. At the end of practice Jason always had the distinct smell of tiger girl on him, but it wasn’t the scent of bile Mike’s nose detected. Jason had yet to confide in them what exactly was going on, but Mike had a fairly good idea.

Lin seemed to have a similar relationship with Rudy. She’d been caught by the young wolf an obscene number of times. Once, after Rudy had released her so he could go have a chat with his girlfriend, Mike approached her and offered to team up with her for the remainder of the practice session. Much to his shock, she’d smelled of precum and ball sweat. The little chipmunk had haughtily refused his offer and she’d disappeared back into the woods, presumably to wait for Rudy’s return. Mike wasn’t sure how things were playing out between the two, but he hoped that their relationship was more innocent than it appeared to be. The last thing the prey team needed was for one of its members to come between the co-captains.

The last new friendship of note was actually between Mike and Leona. The lioness caught him quite often though, unlike with his peers, it was never intended on his part. When the practices had first started her favorite tactic had been to leap out of the foliage and attack his flank when he was unaware. He’d often spar with her only to find himself painfully contorted and crammed into her gullet. As of yet, she’d never actually swallowed him. Instead she’d gently nibble on his torso and gum his shoulder blades. While it was quite cramped, Mike didn’t find the experience all that unbearable. In fact, he’d actually started to enjoy it. Much more recently she’d deviated from her normal method of attack. Now whenever she caught sight of him she didn’t even bother stalking. Attacking head on, she’d wrestle him to the ground and give him a wet willie, or tickle his armpits until he begged for mercy. Through their little bouts they’d gotten to know each other better, and had started talking after practice and sometimes even in school. Whenever Mike saw Leona he made sure to wave to her. More than once she’d stopped to talk to him in the halls (causing his herbivorous friends to dart off in different directions). Mike was really starting to like her but he wasn’t sure how she felt to about him. Was he a genuine friend, or just an expendable rabbit she liked to goof with? He wasn’t sure yet; only time would tell.

At the moment, the small group of predators and prey were headed to the Declaw home. Fiona had wanted to jot down some new drills for the next practice, but she wanted team members to have some input.