Renee absently scratched her elbow as she watched the sun sink closer to the horizon. As always, 
the market district was busy and the various shops were beginning to close for the day. She watched 
as a shop run by rabbits like herself closed its doors, the sign above the doorway shifting from a 
welcome sign to one that simply read closed. The doors were gigantic, large enough for an ursid to 
walk through if they crouched slightly, as all buildings in this area were originally designed to 
accommodate felids up to and including lions. 
     The structures of most such places however were outfitted with various electronic control 
systems to facilitate use by smaller felids, and since integration with other races was now a staple of 
this society, rabbits, weasels or anyone of a similar size could run a shop here as easily as a lion or a 
lynx. 
     Of course, it was still relatively early as far as any felid was concerned. Approaching half past five 
in the afternoon was typically when the less aggressive citizens of Leona City would begin to head 
towards home, often giving a wide berth between then and 8pm. For once 8pm passed, it became 
legal for carnivorous denizens to hunt and feed upon those they could catch in public zones. Though 
since the laws had stressed societal equality, the wording of such laws had simply been changed to 
read "citizen." 
     She waited at a coffee shop, one run by a lynx that would be open for another hour or two yet. 
Her concern was almost non existent at this point, as she watched the micro-rail transit system that 
was mounted at roughly three times the height of the average leopard. From up there, smaller 
rodents like rats and mice could be carried to designated stations that were similarly elevated until 
they reached their home or workplace, without fear of being crushed under the feet of larger 
citizens. 
     Renee watched the platforms between each building with building interest as the crowded mice 
atop them slowly began to filter out with each tiny train that ran through. It was these that held the 
rabbit's interest, driven by her unfettered curiosity ever since her encounter with Firros the cheetah 
earlier that week. She knew it wasn't the sort of thing she was supposed to wonder about, but at the 
same time her mind refused to let the idea go. 
     A light tap on the table beside her caught her attention, and the lynx that owned the place looked 
down at her curiously. 'Are you gonna be here much longer?' She asked. Some may have mistaken 
the tone of her voice for concern, but Renee saw through it easily enough. 
     'I don't know yet.' The rabbit responded. 'Is there usually much hunting in this area?' As she 
asked the question, she examined the lynx's body language. As she had suspected, the lynx was 
more interested in Renee's likelihood to be around after eight than she was for the rabbit's safety. 
     'Oh, well...' The cat replied slowly, as though considering her words. 'Not many around here but 
for the odd few mice that missed their train. Happens more often than it should really. Don't wanna 
be unfair to you though, if you hang around here too long, I doubt your chances of surviving.' 
     Renee smiled despite the lynx's words. 'Thanks. Can I get one more tea, please?' 
     'Sure thing.' The lynx replied with a grin, seeming more at ease now that she had seen her 
customer and potential dinner was well aware of the situation. Despite the obvious dynamic that 
would unfold if time was left unchecked, most predators were still perfectly willing and able to keep 
their manners up until it was no longer necessary. 
     The time passed more quietly now, with most of those still on the street being the various breeds 
of felid that inhabited the city. Renee spied the odd otter or stoat among them, usually in the 
company of a similar sized or slightly larger breed of felid. She wasn't sure what the etiquette was 
between different kinds of predator, but she assumed that one accompanied by a felid was at least 
considered a friend to them by the larger felids, those prone to hunting any other race that was 
small enough. She briefly wondered if such a courtesy would extend to other people as well. If a 
bunny that befriended a cheetah might be able to witness the streets at night without the risk of 
becoming someone's meal? 
     The thought intrigued her, but she let it pass quickly from her mind. Firros did not seem the kind 
to deny his own instincts and even if she were to secure a friendship, it would likely be one that 
could only safely exist by day. She had heard that apparently relationships had formed between 
predator and prey, but it was just so difficult to envision such things could be possible. 
     It seemed that her time was running out when she saw what she had been waiting for. The 
platforms were sparse now, with the final trains running there were less than a handful of mice still 
on them waiting. One of the platforms nearest to her held only a single potential passenger, a mouse 
woman of young to middle aged appearance. Renee's eyes weren't the calibre of a keen-eyed cat, 
but she could still make out the gist of the mouse's body language from here. The pacing and 
twitching tail were indicative of agitation, even panic. 
     Renee took a deep breath, assuring herself that she was doing this. With ten minutes left to eight 
when legal hunting hours would begin, she was almost cutting it too close for her own safety. She 
spared a glance to the lynx behind the coffee bar before sliding off her seat. The cat's 
disappointment was visible, but the rabbit ignored her and made her way to the street light nearest 
the elevated platform the mouse was on. Taking another deep breath, she tapped on the pole, 
sending a metallic echo up its length. 
     The mouse woman peered over the small railing with trepidation, relaxing slightly at the sight of a 
harmless bunny in a simple denim outfit. 'Y-yes, Miss? Is something wrong?' 
     'No, it's just...' Renee began, trying her best to be convincing. 'I was about to head home, I know I 
was cutting it close but I was enjoying my tea and figured hey, I can make it home from here if I run. 
And then I saw you up here. Is your train running late?' 
     'I-I think so.' The woman replied, sparing another glance behind her. 'I got a bit held up at the 
office. I swear sometimes it's like corporate deliberately makes our last jobs of the day stretch out 
like this.' 
     'Right.' Renee nodded, wondering if that were true but staying focused. 'Look, I can see we're 
both kind of in a hurry for obvious reasons. I was gonna ask if you'd like to come home with me 
tonight? If that train doesn't show on time, the owner of that café is pretty close by. And from what 
she said to me, she plans on hanging around to hunt.' 
     'Oh dear...' The mouse got a despairing look on her face. 'And... you're sure you can make it to 
your house in time?' 
     'If we leave now.' Renee nodded. 'Like, right now. If you jump down and I catch you and start 
running right away kind of now.'
     'A-alright then.' The small rodent nodded. Renee watched as she climbed hastily over the railing, 
almost losing her tiny purse in the process. With a deep breath, the woman closed her eyes and let 
go, falling towards the ground. 
     Renee held out her soft hands and deftly caught the mouse. With a quick glance to make sure she 
was okay, the rabbit started running. She ran back past the coffee shop and looked in to the owner 
as she did, giving a quick wink and a grin. She was just able to see the lynx sigh in disappointment 
before she was out of sight, bounding down the road on her powerful legs towards the edge of the 
business district. Most offices had their headquarters here, and plenty of restaurants and smaller 
cafes also set up in the zone to take advantage of the high traffic. The residential areas were in a 
large circle around the outside. Though several new districts had been added after the Push for 
Equality bill had passed Parliament, the zone for rabbits and similar sized citizens such as squirrels 
had been built in a run-down slum from the city's earliest days. 
     Renee had been telling the truth, her home was far closer than that of the smaller Rodentia 
district, and as a result presented better chances of survival if they could reach it. It wasn't 
uncommon for citizens to shelter in friends' houses much like Renee had with Firros. Of course, the 
friend in question wasn't usually another predator, and in Renee's case it had cost her one of her 
friends' lives. 
     As she continued to run and the scenery began to change from tight packed buildings into smaller 
more spread out ones, she remembered the sight. Firros had been but a coin toss from consuming 
Renee alive that night, and only the presence of her friend Angie had saved her from the cheetah's 
hunger. At Angie's expense of course. 
     'I s-should thank you for doing this!' The mouse called from her vantage point, clasped securely 
but gently between Renee's soft furred hands. 'M-my name is Zoe, by the way.' 
     'No problem! I'm Renee.' The rabbit replied, rounding a corner with a small skid before 
approaching the home stretch. She was in her home district now, but it wouldn't pay to let her guard 
down. While residential areas were supposed to be safe zones, there were blind spots in the 
surveillance network that shrewd predators would sometimes seek to exploit. Especially since it had 
just passed eight o'clock, and if there were any ambushers in wait, Renee would need to be alert and 
extra agile. 

     Fortunately, she made it home without any trouble. Like most of the smaller citizens, Renee's 
home was in a block of apartments designed for people of her size. Reaching between eight and 
twelve storeys high, most of the buildings were fully occupied but for one or two apartments that 
would be awaiting a tenant or just recently lost one. Not that there was much difference. 
     She took the lift in her building's lobby up to the third floor, still clutching the grateful mouse to 
her chest. As she clicked her front door open and stepped inside, the smaller woman finally began to 
twitch in her grip. 
     'Um, I don't want to be a bother, but are you sure this is going to be alright?' The concern in her 
voice was obvious, but the reason was less so. 
     'Why wouldn't it be?' Renee asked, setting the mouse down on her sofa. The rodent was as small 
on Renee's couch as Renee herself had been on the cheetah's furniture, drawing an unexpected and 
amusing parallel to the situation. 
     'Well...' Zoe began. 'Corporate is pretty strict, like I said. To get to work on time in the morning I 
would need you to drop me at a nearby micro rail terminal before 6am. Unless you were able to take 
me straight to my job before eight?' 
     'Oh, right.' Renee nodded, realizing it was only Thursday and that she and Zoe both had work to 
account for the next day. 'I don't think it will be a problem. I work at a bakery, I'm always up with 
time to spare.' 
     'Oh good.' Zoe breathed a sigh of relief. Now finally feeling able to relax, the mouse took off her 
suit jacket and slumped on the couch's soft cushion. 'I'll probably just fall asleep here...' 
     'That's alright.' Renee nodded, then stepped past her living room into her kitchen. She leaned on 
her counter for a few moments to get her thoughts together. She did it. She got a mouse to her 
home. Zoe trusted her almost blindly, and why wouldn't she? Rabbits weren't carnivores, and most 
didn't have the disposition to be any kind of criminal. Those that did usually fell afoul of vigilantes, 
predators that made a point to hunt those of ill repute. 
     But that was also what was holding her back now. The sight of her friend in Firros' belly had 
stirred curiosities in Renee that she'd been unable to shake from her mind. What did it feel like to 
have a living being squirming in your stomach while they were slowly digested alive? Why did the 
idea seem so compelling to her, a rabbit that by all accounts should be repulsed by the very 
thought? She couldn't shake the idea, couldn't banish the sense of wonder on the subject that had 
been in her mind almost a full week now. She was going to wait for the following weekend, to see if 
she could meet up with Firros again after he'd hunted someone else, but the feeling had grown too 
strong. She'd made her decision that afternoon after work, but now she was having some doubts as 
to whether she could actually go through with it. 
     She stepped silently back into her living room and looked down at Zoe. The mouse was already 
dozing, having stripped down to her undergarments and tossed her suit clothes and purse onto the 
cushion beside her. The sight of so much bared skin on someone so much smaller than her only 
reinforced Renee's conviction. She was going to do it. She was going to eat this mouse woman alive 
and experience what Firros did. With deft hands, she swept the mouse's purse and clothes onto the 
floor, then scooped her into one hand with a tight grip. 
     Zoe woke up with a start and looked back at Renee with a confused and alarmed expression until 
she remembered where she was. 'What are you doing?' She asked, not scared but visibly perplexed 
at the rabbit's sudden forcefulness. 
     'Answering a question to myself.' Renee replied. With her free hand, she slipped a claw 
underneath Zoe's shirt and tore it loose, leaving the woman topless. 
     'What the?!' Zoe shrieked, now realizing she was clearly in some sort of danger. She began to 
squirm vigorously, but she lacked the strength to break out of Renee's grip. 'Let me go you freak! 
What the hell is wrong with you?' 
     'Oh shush.' Renee responded, deftly removing the woman's undergarments as easily as she had 
her top. Now naked, Zoe was trembling in an apoplectic mix of rage, terror and humiliation. Renee's 
grip was firm, punctuated by her claws when need by and a less than gentle squeeze when the 
mouse got overly aggressive. 
     After a full minute, Zoe became desperate. 'Why are you doing this?' She begged. 'Please, I have 
money, I can transfer hundreds of credits to you and we can pretend this never happened!'   
     'We both know we're well past that.' Renee grinned. She brought Zoe closer to her face, picking 
up on the scent of perfume addled by a long day's work. She felt her tongue quiver in her mouth for 
a moment before her jaws parted, and she ran her taste buds slowly across Zoe's body. 
     Zoe shrieked and squirmed again. Her eyes now had an all new panic to them, making it clear that 
she had not actually figured out the rabbit's intention before now. 'Y-you can't be serious...' 
     Renee smiled and licked the mouse again. 'I don't quite enjoy the taste as much as I imagine a cat 
would...' She murmured. 'But once I feel you squirming inside me I'll know for sure...' 
     'Know what?!' Zoe protested. 'You're a rabbit, not a predator!' 
     Renee responded by opening her mouth wide, giving Zoe the full view of her maw for a split 
second before she was pushed unceremoniously inside. Her tongue lapped and curled against Zoe's 
belly, pressing her against the ridged roof of Renee's mouth. Zoe's face was framed by the flexing 
throat musculature of the rabbit's gullet, causing her almost to gag at the disgusting warmth and 
smell. 
     After a few terrifying moments of being treated like a piece of candy, feeling her arms 
momentarily caught between the rabbit's molars a few times more than she would have liked, Zoe 
was pulled free by Renee's powerful grip around her clasped together shins. Forced to balance 
herself on the rabbit's forefinger with her hands, Zoe looked pleadingly into Renee's eyes. 
     Renee only licked her lips and narrowed her gaze. 'This might be harder than I thought... But I'll 
get you down.' She wasn't lying, her mouth was not a product of a carnivore's evolution and lacked 
the build to accommodate live wriggling prey. Still, it was apparent that she would definitely outlast 
Zoe in terms of stamina. Sooner or later as she had said, the mouse would indeed meet the rabbit's 
belly. 
     Zoe screamed as Renee opened her mouth again, this time tilting her head back and lifting her 
prey over her salivating maw. This time the mouse's view was much slower, and she was helpless to 
watch the pink flesh of the rabbit's tongue and throat getting closer and closer until she once more 
felt herself surrounded by the hot slimy opening. Renee's uvula flexed just in front of Zoe's nose as 
her throat expanded and contracted in its attempts to fit its prey within. The tongue was more 
forceful this time, pressing her almost painfully into the ridges of Renee's palate and slowly forcing 
her deeper. 
     Renee adjusted her grip on Zoe's lower half, now only gripping her ankles together and trying to 
steadily guide the mouse's squirming body into her own gullet. She didn't know how predators 
managed this so easily, but she was determined not to let the mouse win. Aside from never being 
able to live down the sting of failure, she could never let it be known to anyone that she had chosen 
to feed on live prey before she was ready to tell.
     Zoe whimpered as another firm swallow crushed the breath out of her lungs, forcing her to inhale 
the stinking humid air that escaped from below with the rabbit's unsteady attempts to breath 
between gulps. She felt the uvula droop across one of her shoulders after a particularly strong gulp 
that bent her neck forward. Her panic renewed as she realized that Renee was finally succeeding. 
Moments later the rabbit swallowed again, drawing her to the point that no light reached and 
making it very apparent that her predator had finally gotten the hang of this. The rabbit's grip left 
her ankles in the next moment, replaced by the touch of the slimy tongue exerting more pressure. 
One final lurch accompanied the most powerful swallow yet, and she felt her body straighten out as 
it was forced into the straight vertical tube of Renee's gullet. 
     Renee panted and put a hand to her neck as she felt the still vaguely squirming from of Zoe the 
mouse slithering down into her belly. It had been harder than she thought, but it had also been a 
learning experience. Zoe hadn't been able to do anything substantial with her arms once she was in 
Renee's mouth, but it had been difficult to swallow while holding her prey's legs together. Her prey. 
The thought of someone being her prey made her smile. As the tight feeling in her chest was 
replaced by a satisfying feel of a full belly, she realized the amusing thought had become a 
wonderfully satisfying reality. 
     She almost giggled ecstatically as she pressed a hand to her abdomen. She had really done it! A 
rabbit, normally food for some opportunistic cat, had defied the role nature assigned her and taken 
by force the mantle of a predator. Zoe was doomed, but even that thought did little to diminish the 
satisfaction and... something else, that ran through Renee's mind. She needed to tell someone. 
There had to be someone who would understand. Maybe...? Of course.

     Zoe struggled against the slimy walls of Renee's stomach. The lining was impossible to grip, even 
the creases in the surface were too slickened by whatever slime kept the organ from digesting itself 
at any given time. She had managed to twist herself vaguely upright, though she was still forced into 
a foetal position due to the small size of this organ. Every pulse of the heartbeat booming above her 
made the walls quiver, squeezing the mouse and causing more of the caustic slime to leak from the 
surrounding flesh. 
     The smell was even worse in the pit of the stomach than it had been in Renee's throat, the air 
thick and rank with the odour of traces of digested vegetables. There wasn't much in the stomach 
aside from her at this point, but she knew enough about biology to know that acid was involved with 
this process, and the thought of being dissolved and turned into bunny fat was almost as insulting as 
it was terrifying. 
     Renee was a rabbit; Zoe could not comprehend what would possess the girl to do something like 
this. To condemn a fellow prey citizen to the fate normally only doled out by carnivorous felids and 
mustelids? And worse, she had lured Zoe to her own home under the pretence of saving her from 
this exact fate! The grim reality of Zoe's impending demise combined with the acrid fumes of the 
digestive process beginning caused tears to form in Zoe's eyes. 
     Above the sickening wet gurgles and the rapid excited heartbeat above her, Zoe could just make 
out Renee's voice. She was speaking to someone. She was... bragging of her achievement. Zoe let 
her body slump. There was too little breathable air to keep up any semblance of a pointless struggle 
to survive. The best she could hope for now was to suffocate before the steadily rising acids got far 
through her skin... 

     'Firros, big cat buddy!' Renee practically sang into her phone. 
     'Are you in trouble again, little bunny?' Firros' voice asked through her phone's speaker. 'I hope 
you're not expecting me to be your hero every week.' 
     'No, no!' Renee laughed. 'I'm at home. I'm perfectly safe. I just wanted to talk to you. Tell you 
something reeeally special that I did tonight.' 
     'Oh?' The cheetah asked. 'Do tell.' 
     'I ate a mouse!' Renee blurted. The words practically burst from her. Her excitement and hasty 
exclamation caused her to blush, and she squinted her eyes shut in embarrassment. 
     Her phone was silent, with Firros either not believing her or not knowing what to say. 
     'You... still there?' Renee asked softly. 
     'I am...' Firros answered. 
     'So... What do you think?' She asked. 'I wanted to understand what you feel.' 
     'You're telling me there's a mouse in your stomach?' The cheetah asked. 'You... swallowed them 
alive? Are they still alive inside you now?' 
     'Yes!' Renee almost shouted the answer in her excitement. 'And I think she is? I don't know, how 
long to mice usually last in your stomach again?' 
     'An hour, tops.' Firros replied with a tone that suggested he also shrugged. 'But inside you? 
Probably ten or fifteen minutes. I imagine there's a lot less air in a little bunny belly.' 
     'I wanna see you again.' Renee said suddenly. 'I-I wanna do this again... but with you, with me. 
You know what I mean? Um, is that... Is that alright?' 
     Firros was silent for another few moments before he answered this time. 'Are you asking me for a 
dinner date... with live prey?' 
     'Umm, yes?' Renee answered timidly. 
     'Hmmm...' Firros hummed as he thought of his answer. 'I guess... we can see where this goes? 
How's your Saturday?'