Much to Fiona's chagrin, Kell and Kevin spilled into the bedroom. She stifled a curse as she saw the state her boyfriend's parents were in; she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon. Kell had her legs wrapped around Kevin's waist as she pressed herself into his chest. Kevin chuckled lightly when Kell's tongue suddenly penetrated one of his large, floppy ears. It began to explore inquisitively, lightly poking the delicate instrument and coating it in saliva. "You seem friskier than usual hon... Not that I'm complaining." Kevin gave his wife a wry smile.

Kell didn't bother replying. Deciding she wanted more of her hubby's distinctive flavor, she playfully sucked the tip of his one, limp ear into her elongated maw and began nibbling it playfully. Kell's claws dug into his back and her powerful thighs squeezed his sides with renewed relish as the horny she-wolf sought to strengthen her grip on her 'prey'. Kevin winced, but quickly smiled. The claws weren't enough to draw blood, but they were sure to leave tiny puncture wounds beneath Kevin's thin layer of white fur. Reaching his destination, Kevin fell forward with the full force of his weight. Kell's back impacted with the mattress as Kevin toppled on top of her. She let out a startled yelp as the air was momentarily forced from her lungs.

Despite her current predicament, Fiona couldn't help but smile. The Declaws apparently liked their lovemaking a little on the rough side. While Fiona had initially been worried the interspecies couple might come to the closet for what she assumed was their 'role-play' gear, it soon became abundantly clear they had no such intention. Realizing she wouldn't be able to leave before the excited, older couple was finished with their lovemaking; Fiona stretched her limbs and sat down to enjoy the show.

Detangling her legs from around his waist, Kell used her sharp hind claws to slash through Kevin's belt. Sure, he'd have to buy a replacement, but she was feeling too ravenous to care. After her naughty, detailed talk with her mother, cousin and next-door neighbor, Kell had an insatiable hunger for rabbit. In a few seconds she'd plunge her meaty hubby into her drooling mouth; he didn't have anything to fear, however. While the mouth she wanted to feed Kevin to was indeed hot, wet and hungry, it was also toothless. In addition to that, it was only hungry for a particular part of his lower anatomy (though it had consumed the more rigid of his two ears on more than one occasion).

Kell used her furry toes to grip Kevin's belt loops and tug down his jeans. A few seconds later his tighty-whitey underwear followed. She gave him a toothy grin, then shimmied backwards across the bed cover until her back was pressed up against the headboard. She spread her legs wide, and pointed a claw to her hungry nether lips, "Get to work." she ordered, with a throaty growl.

"Yes ma'am!" Kevin replied, all too happy to fulfill his wife's desire.

Watching from in-between the gaps in the closet door, Fiona grinned. It was nice to see the spark hadn't gone out of the Dewclaw’s relationship. Despite their many years of marriage, and the raising of three children, it seemed Mrs. Dewclaw still grew hungry for bedroom intimacy, and Mr. Declaw was still more than willing to reinforce the rabbit stereotype. As Kevin straddled Kell's legs, Fiona was given an unobstructed view of his package. The sight was so awe inspiring for the young teen, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise. It seemed Kevin's libido wasn't the only gargantuan thing attributable to him. Fiona felt a sudden surge of envy, lamenting on how Rudy wasn't related to Kevin by blood. While Rudy had never failed to satisfy her, having Kevin's... 'assets' and instinctual bunny drive to reproduce certainly wouldn't have detracted from their make out sessions. Of course, on the other paw, if he'd come out looking like Coney there was a good chance she would have never hooked up with him. Realistically, she probably would have devoured him long before ever considering the prospect of going on a date with him.

Kevin's sensitive ears gave a twitch as he heard what sounded like a sudden exhale, "Honey, did you hear something?" He asked, looking to the closet.

Fiona's blood suddenly went cold. What would Mrs. Declaw do if she caught a peeping tom in her closet? Would it matter that Fiona was Rudy's girlfriend, or would she be treated like any other voyeur? To Fiona's relief, Kell was for more interested in the task at hand than sniffing out the source of a mysterious sound. Gripping Kevin's head, she turned his face back to hers and drew him inward. She cocked her head to the side and slowly parted her jaws. Taking a hint, Kevin did likewise. Sucking her long pink tongue into his mouth, Kevin deftly repositioned himself and began exploring one of his wife's lower orifices as well.

As the two started rocking back and forth, Fiona relaxed... or at least she tried to. The sudden rush of adrenaline and fear had caused her belly to do a summersault. The Pepto-Bismol had yet to fully take effect, and the sudden wave of nausea threatened to liberate Fiona's past meals, expelling them onto the carpeted floor of the Dewclaw’s closet. While the duo were too horny to investigate strange, bodiless gasps, they'd most certainly discover Fiona if she started vomiting all over the place. Not only would the gagging be loud, but Fiona was sure the resulting smell of half digested mole mixed with remnants of Chihuahua wouldn't be very pleasing for Kell's sensitive nose.

Fortunately for her, after clamping a paw over her muzzle and concentrating for half a minute, Fiona was able to resist the urge and the nauseous feeling soon dissipated. Fiona breathed slowly and deliberately, allowing her better control over the faculties and desires of her body. She used to take pictures for the school paper; she was a master at blending into her surroundings, and making herself invisible to the naked eye. The time she spent as co-captain of the hunting time had only made her more proficient at sneaking and spying. Despite being sick (and being taken by surprise by the length and plumpness of Kevin's gear) she shouldn't have exposed herself. She'd have to start re-practicing the fundamentals asap... for now though, she had to wait for the Declaws to tire themselves out.

After what seemed like fifteen minutes of pure ramming, Kevin withdrew his member from in-between Kell's legs. To Fiona's shock, it was still erect and ready to go. This time though she was in the right frame of mind, and she prevented herself from making even so much as a peep. Kell rolled over onto her tummy and flexed her furry butt cheeks, causing each to bounce individually. Gripping the backs of his wife's shoulders, Kevin leaned inward once more. The tantalizing cheeks parted as Kevin's rod went delving into the wolfess' crack. Kell dug her claws into the sheets and arched her back, releasing a cross between a whimper and a howl, as Kevin began dipping in and out of her anus.

'Kinky' Fiona thought, 'if they keep this up though I'm liable to be here all night.'

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Rudy strolled back into the house, a self-satisfied grin plastered onto his muzzle. He didn't have to go hunting very far to find dinner. A young duck and her two, plump children had foolishly been pilfering Kevin's crops when Rudy came up on them. Rudy had made a meal of the mother and let the kids go free. His seemingly altruistic gesture wasn't mercy though. He was just too full to stomach them. Truth be told, many predators would peg his actions as cruel. Young could hardly be expected to survive in such a dangerous society without a vigilant, parental figure to look after them. There was a chance social services would pick them up but odds were that Aby would get them first. Aby was quite big on birds, and actually accepted them as payment for auto services in addition to mice and actual monetary currency.

Snatching up a tooth pick, Rudy began prodding the gaps between his teeth. A feather was lodging between two of his canines but with a little jiggling, he managed to pop it out. He spat the saliva drenched feather into the sink, then grinned down at his slightly bloated middle, "Thanks for the meal, lady. I've been tasting meat all day and it's really a relief to have something solid in my stomach... *Brrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaap!!!!*"

The belly shifted as the poor mother's air supply was rudely expelled. Rudy could hear her clucking hysterically, but he didn't pay it much mind. She was either pleading for releasing or begging him to spare her children; Nothing he hadn't heard a thousand times before. Prey were nothing if not predictable. Of course, he couldn't be too critical of them. If he was stuffed into a wet, slimy sack and slowly basted in acid, bile, and god knows what else, he'd probably start begging for his life too.

"You're not getting out of me... at least not the way you came in. There is one way I can help you out though." Rudy began to vigorously massage and knead the ball in his gut. He could feel the duck woman's wings expanding and fluttering in response as he continued rotating and smooshing his pliable, furry belly flesh. His harsh rubbing was sure to cause all the fluids sloshing around within him to cover his prey completely. It would also help work them into her feathers, so that they could begin their task of breaking her down.

"There, now you'll digest faster and there'll be less pain. You're welcome." Rudy wasn't normally this kind to prey. It wasn't like him to talk to his victims or to ease their passage through his digestive tract but he was feeling a bit more appreciative of his meal's sacrifice than usual. Maybe it had to do with his recent betrayal of Mike. He'd felt bad about handing his teammate over to his grandmother, even though he knew the older woman would have eaten him eventually.

"Damn prey team." Rudy muttered under his breath, "They're making me soft."

Just then, Mike came bounding into the kitchen, looking quite flushed and grinning from one long ear to the next. Rudy's shades slid down his snout and his eyes grew to be the size of saucers. Was he seeing a ghost?

"Oh, hi Rudy... I, erm... never mind, I'll see you at practice tomorrow!" The flustered, sweaty looking rabbit made a sprint for the door. He took one step outside before pausing and rotating to face his co-captain. He didn't make eye contact, as doing so would somehow incriminate him in a crime, "I... I just wanted to let you know I won't be taking that internship at the mayor's office. I decided that I need to be more dedicated to the prey team."

"That's... good. You didn't bump into my grandmother upstairs, did you?" Rudy asked, confused as to why Mike wasn't traveling through the older wolf's intestines right now.

"E-E-Elanor?! Why no... I mean... y-yeah, I did. We just talked, that's all. Is... is there a problem with that?" Mike looked over his shoulder nervously, as if he was debating whether or not to make a break for it.

"No, I was just asking." Rudy frowned, puzzled by the usually calm rabbit's abnormal, stuttering speech and jittery body movements. Had he somehow managed to dodge his grandmother and escape downstairs? He knew she wasn't as agile as she used to be... but he didn't hear her coming down the steps so that probably wasn't it. Rudy, being the apathetic teen he is, decided he just wouldn't worry about. If Elanor chose to postpone eating him for whatever reason, or decided she wasn't interested in eating him at all, that wasn't his business, "So... I suppose we won't need to find a replacement for you on the team? That's good."

"Yeah, you don't need to worry about that. I wouldn't want to let down Leona and Elanor... uh... I mean the team."

"Riiiight." Rudy's eyes narrowed, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Okay, later!" And with that Mike sped out into the Dewclaw’s yard, not even bothering to shut the door behind him.

"Weird, I wonder what that was all about."

Heading upstairs he was greeted by another strange sight. He spotted Fiona, who was supposed to be lying down, fighting her indigestion, sneaking out of his parent's bedroom. She didn't notice him right away as she slowly squeezed through a thin opening in the door. She slowly and silently closed it, then tiptoed backwards as if she were afraid the doorknob would metamorph into a serpent and attack her.

"You feeling any better, Fiona?"

His girlfriend went rigid as if he'd just tossed a bucket of ice water on her.

"I-I-I... um... yes, much better. I- I've got to be going now, Rudy. I'll see you at school tomorrow!" Not waiting for Rudy's reply, Fiona sped down the stairwell and out the front door.

Rudy pulled of his cap and scratched his fur, now more than a little confused, "What the hell is going on?... Eh, I don't care. I'm just going to go listen to some Death Fang." With a little more initiative Rudy knew he might be able to uncover what had happened with Mike and Fiona, but with a belly full of duck he was more interested in just crashing in his room and listening to music.

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*2 weeks later*