“I can’t believe you ate him. I mean, I know he sort of insulted you, but you should know better. You know what mole does to you, so why’d you do it?”

“Oh shut up and help me get to your house.”

Mike stifled his laughter as he watched one of his co-captains help the other towards the Dewclaw tree home. Rudy was holding onto Fiona’s side tightly, keeping her from falling over, while she tightly clenched her bulging stomach with both hands. Fiona stumbled several times, but Rudy caught her, earning thankful side looks from Fiona before she flinched in pain. Mike shook his head at his co-captain’s pain, feeling sympathy for her, but having to agree with Rudy that she brought this on herself.

A few minutes ago, they had all been walking together towards the Dewclaw home, talking about school, the team and how they were doing personally. As they were walking, an old, shriveled up mole stepped towards them and went up to Fiona to ask her the time. Fiona had gone off into a rage when the mole asked her the time. Not because of the question, he asked, but the way she addressed her. The mole had mistakenly addressed Fiona as another species due to his bad eyesight. A simple mistake, but it had set the young fox off. It had happened so fast it had seemed like the mole was teleported into Fiona’s gut. One second he was standing there, the next Fiona had a bulging, shaky belly and was glaring hatefully down at it. Then she started getting cramps and needed Rudy’s help walking.

“All he did was say, ‘Miss Rabbit, what time is it.’ Why’d she get so mad?” Mike quietly asked Leona, afraid Fiona might hear him and send him to join the mole in her already cramped gut. Mike may have started to consider his teammates friends, but he was still careful to keep on their good side. Predators were fickle creatures. They were raised to eat you, but can also be your friends. Friendships are hard to keep when your breed is considered lunch.

Leona looked amusingly down at Mike. She had forgotten he was prey and didn’t fully understand how predator culture works. “Calling someone a rabbit is considered a huge insult to a predator. The mole most likely mistook Fiona for a rabbit, but it still stands that he called her one. Saying a predator’s a rabbit is like calling them cowardly, weak and timid. No offense.”

“None taken,” Mike chuckled softly. He knew how his people were perceived and didn’t feel insulted at all to learn his race was used as an affront between predators, mostly because his race were mostly cowardly, weak and timid. Rabbits were not tough; most of them were scrawny, short and frightened, making them at the near bottom of the food chain. It was a simple reality that rabbits along with mice and deer were the most common form of food to predators because they rarely fought back. Mike could count on one paw the number of rabbits he’s met who wouldn’t scream like cowards at the first sign of danger. Speaking of which, one of the oddity rabbits was standing right in front of him.

“Hello kids, how was school?” Asked Kevin Dewclaw, husband to Kell, adopted father to Lindesfarne, stepfather to Rudy, father to Coney and one of the biggest, toughest rabbits most animals have ever seen. You have to be tough to marry a wolf.

He had just arrived home from running some errands and was about to go inside. Kell had said they were having her cousin over and she wanted to introduce him to her. When Kevin had asked what she was like, all Kell had done was smile and say she was ‘interesting’ in an absentminded tone. After hearing that, Kevin wasn’t sure if meeting her was going to be so great. Interesting predators either tended to try and eat him, which made things very awkward. It is so hard to have a civil conversation with someone after they try to gobble you down.

“Hi Kevin, bye Kevin!” Rudy quickly said as he led Fiona into the house as quick as he could. Her groaning had become louder and loud, wet gurgling sounds could be heard from inside her stomach. By the time Rudy was at the door, he was practically carrying Fiona in his arms towards his room. Kevin watched them rush by with a raised eyebrow. He turned perplexed towards the rest of the hunting team, who were standing on the front lawn as they’re co-captain’s raced off.

“What was that about?”

“Um, Fiona ate a mole and they don’t agree with her. Something about them make her very…unwell,” Bruno explained nervously, finding the subject matter bothersome. Kevin looked at Rudy’s best friend blankly for a minute before his eyes widened in understanding.

“Oh! I understand! Kell’s the same way when she eats baboon. First she’s alright, then she gets cramps, then her insides start gurgling and then…well…lets just say thankfully there is always a bottle of Pepto-Bismol in our room.”

Mike, Jason and Lin all cringed at the unnecessary info about Mrs. Dewclaw, none of the prey team wanted to think about their co-captain’s mother’s digestive problems. Apparently, they were the only ones because all the predators on the team nodded and smiled in complete understanding. When it came to discussing the full digestive process, no subject was considered in appropriate between predators. They were a breed that revealed in the eating, digesting and expelling of prey. Crude behavior between them was commonplace. Some were more reserved like Fiona, but most liked to belch and fart and laugh about it. There was even a yearly competition between the nations top predators to determine who could make the biggest dump. The Crapathon was a big yearly event, but it wasn’t known by many prey species because it wasn’t promoted heavily and it was on pay-per-view.

“It might be a little bit until Fiona’s feeling alright, why don’t you all come in and I’ll see if we have something in the house for you to eat. I think there’s some left over bison from the other night.”

“Mmmmmm bison,” Leona purred and Mike rolled his eyes. Leona still had a potbelly from her possum snack from earlier on and now she was hungry for more. Something that Mike had learned from hanging out with predators was that they were constantly hungry and never turned down food, ever. The over eating didn’t bother Mike, but what he couldn’t get was where they all put it. Predators eat creatures more then half their size everyday, having their bellies bulge out several feet, yet after they digest their meals, they don’t gain an once of fat. Mike had seen fat predators before though, but they were massive over eaters. Dinning on ten times their weight in prey everyday. It was crazy how much even the average predator ate and it helped sink in for Mike how insatiable predators are.

“Got anything for the non-flesh eater?” Jason asked and Min nodded in agreement. All the places the team went to eat between games only catered to predators so the prey team often was left without a meal while their predator counterparts got to eat. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was an annoyance nonetheless.

“I may have some fresh leaves, nuts and berries in the fridge inside,” Kevin supplied and got a big smile from all the more often than not hungry prey team members.

“Lets grab something to eat then,” Mike exclaimed and everyone walked into the Dewclaw home. It was a nice, large tree, perfect for the large, diverse family. All of the team had been there before and knew the way to the kitchen, but they let Kevin led them. Kevin was all smiles to the team, not worried about all the predators he was letting into his house. They were all Rudy’s friends and seemed too polite to try to eat their host. Kevin wasn’t blind to how delicious he was and how most of the people his wife and stepson associated with would like nothing better then to eat him. But he took it all in stride, it took a lot for him to get tense.

“Hello Beautiful.”

Kevin stopped abruptly as he stepped into the kitchen and staring blankly at a near identical clone of his wife standing in the kitchen. He knew he wasn’t looking at his wife because this wolf was wearing more make up then Kell would ever wear and his darling wife was sitting a few feet away from the clone. This wasn’t his wife, but as he stared at her, he noticed something in her eyes he had seen many times in Kell’s stare. Whenever he got alone with Kell and she was in the mood, a fervent, burning look appeared in her eyes at made his knees tremble. That hot, passionate look she’d give him was so sexy and was what he thought of when he was with her. It was that predatory stare that always signified the fun was going to start and he was in for a lot of pleasure.

This clone of his wife was giving him an identical look.

“Kevin, I’d like you to meet Sheila, Kell’s cousin,” Elanor said; unable to see the seductive look in Sheila’s eyes as she gazed at Kevin. Kevin looked wildly around, first at his wife who was sipping on coffee at the table and then to Sheila who was smiling playfully at him. Catching his eye, she winked and let her tongue come out and run along her crimson red lips. Kevin quickly looked away.

Under his breath, so no one, not even the hearing sensitive wolfs could hear, he muttered to himself, “This will not end well.”

“So your Kevin,” Sheila practically purred. A skill not easy for any canine to do. Reaching out, Shelia lightly traced her fingers down Kevin’s biceps. “Kell told me how…big you are, but I thought for sure she was embellishing. Now I see she understanding how… massive you are.”

Kevin gulped. If it wasn’t obvious by her sultry tone that Shelia was not referring to his height when she said he was big and massive, then how her eyes zeroed in between his legs was all Kevin needed to know.

Behind Kevin, the two teams watched what was going on silently. Forgetting about their hunger as they watched the drama unfold. “We should head upstairs,” Mike quietly said, wanting to avoid the drama going on and avoid a certain person. Elanor hadn’t spotted him with the group and Mike wanted to keep it that way. Elanor tended to grope him whenever he was nearby and he didn’t want that happening, especially with Leona around. He wasn’t sure how the lioness felt about him, but if she saw another female manhandle him, any romantic intentions would be squashed and he might end up her meal instead of the bison.

As the prey and predator teams silently and quickly vacated, Kevin was left alone with his wife, his stepmother and a wolf that was currently eyeing him like a three-course meal. Being seen as food was nothing new for Kevin, but from the way Sheila was looking at him, he could tell she wanted to eat him nice, slow and very messily. She was practically undressing him with her eyes and it was making Kevin very uncomfortable. However, being lusted over wasn’t what made him uneasy, being lusted over by his wives cousin on the other hand was making him tense. How was Kell going to react, with jealousy, anger or was she going to ignore it. Kell had told him that she was all right with other women looking at him, but no one could touch him without her permission. Kevin could keep levelheaded around his wives sultry double, but could she do the same?