Hunter sat on his bed, idly picking out a tune on his electric lute. Jack was sitting on top of the amplifier, toggling the overdrive on and off and grinning impishly.

“Hey, cut it out!” Hunter said, chuckling.

“You should play something [i]louder! More aggressive!”[/i] The rabbit said, now fiddling with the volume knob.

“It's a lute, it's not supposed to be loud or aggressive. It's a soft and gentle instrument.”

“Yeah, and this is an amp, it's meant to be loud!”

Hunter rolled his eyes and started running scales. They actually sounded pretty good with a bit of distortion, he thought. Jack gave him a smug look.

“See? Sounds better, doesn't it?”

“I'm only playing scales.”

“Still sounds great!”

Hunter smiled and rolled his eyes, picking out the theme to one of his favourite shows. As he did, a thin black tendril emerged from his back and reached out to the amplifier. It fiddled with the controls, turning the volume down a bit, and then snaked around Jack's leg before abruptly losing corporeality and dissipating into wisps of black smoke. The rabbit gave an involuntary shudder.

“So… you can still do that, then. Looks like you have more control now.”

“Yes. The elder has been here almost every day teaching me how to control it, among other things. It's like flexing a muscle, like flicking my tail, only it's not a very strong muscle right now, so it gives out pretty quick. I have to exercise it though, or else they’ll just pop out and start flailing at a bad time.”

“Like in front of someone,” Jack said with a giggle, “can you imagine the look on people's faces if—”

“I can. I saw it on yours just now.”

“Nah, I'm not scared, you just startled me. I was just wondering what else you could do with that thing.”

Hunter shook his head. “Not for a while yet, I can't make them appear for more than a few seconds on purpose.”

“What all has your elder been doing with you?”

“Meditation, mostly. I'm doing a lot better though. I don't see everyone I meet as a potential meal anymore.”

For just a second, Jack's face showed a look of… disappointment, but it was replaced with a smile before Hunter could register it.

“I am still hungry all the time, though. Elder said I'm going to have to do it again. I'm going to have to go hunting every now and then… for anthros.” Hunter gulped, looking at his boyfriend anxiously. He was surprised to see Jack still smiling at him.

“Okay.”

“What do you mean, okay? Didn't you hear me?”

“I heard you, Hunter. And it's okay. As your boyfriend, I'm telling you, please stop angsting about it.”

Hunter just stared, momentarily dumbfounded.

“I understand, Hunter. You're a predator, you have to do certain things to survive. I still love you. I always will. I want to help you.”

“H-help me?”

“Aww, don't sound so surprised. Didn't you notice how much seeing your belly big and round turned me on?” Jack reached out and patted Hunter's now much flatter stomach. “I'm going to help you find prey and I'm not taking no for an answer, babe.”

“But I thought—”

“Thought what, that I was going to leave you? I'm in this for the long haul. Now stop worrying about it, okay? You're doing everything you can to keep it under control.”

Slowly, Hunter nodded. “Yeah, I guess you're right.”

“Good boy.”

“Come here and I'll show you who's the good boy,” Hunter said, his voice taking on a slight growl. He set aside his lute and tugged his loincloth flap aside, letting his large semi-erect cock flop out.

“Yes, Hunter,” Jack said, suddenly meek. The rabbit hopped off of the amp and crawled onto the bed.

Hunter's musk hit him like a brick as he approached. He took a deep breath and shivered in pleasure. It was always surprising how effective a little flap of leather actually was at containing the panther’s scent. It didn't seem like it should be enough, but nobody had complained yet. Then again, maybe they enjoyed it too.

Hunter smirked and nodded slightly. Jack took that as his cue and shoved his nose into Hunter's balls. He kissed them reverentially and moved up to Hunter's cock, licking and kissing the shaft tenderly.

“You're the biggest I've ever seen, Hunter. Did you know that?”

Hunter blushed and felt a different kind of heat stir his loins. An echo of the monster inside of him, no longer overpowering, but still very present. It was a part of him forever. It promised him such pleasure. He was in control, but he was listening. His cock throbbed of its own volition, a bead of pre forming at the tip and running down his piercing. In the moment, everything felt so much more sensitive. Jack stuck his tongue out and licked up the pre, gently tugging on the ring as he did.

Yes.

It was electrifying. He twitched again. No longer in conflict with his inner monster. They were of one accord. Jack wrapped his fingers around Hunter's massive shaft and started pumping gently, coaxing more pre out.

[i]This is my pleasure. Let it be our pleasure. He is yours, and we will not harm what is yours. We will have other prey.[/i]

[i]Yes,[/i] Hunter thought, [i]we will have other prey.[/i] He let out a low growl that made Jack's fur stand on end. The rabbit looked up into Hunter's golden eyes. They held each other’s gaze for a long moment, Hunter keeping up the chilling sound, and Jack nodded meekly. He took Hunter's huge cock into his mouth and started sucking it hard. The panther put his paw on the back of the bun’s head and he licked at it, his tongue slipping in and out of the prince albert ring, tugging on it.

The sounds of sex filled the room, Hunter moaning and growling in pleasure as Jack slurped noisily on his cock, letting out [i]glrk-glrk[/i] sounds when Hunter thrusted into his throat. The bun never once tapped out, though, stubbornly swallowing and breathing through his nose, although he was forced to breathe Hunter's musk. He didn't seem to mind much. Hunter's claws slid out and dug into the back of Jack's head just a little bit, and he practically roared as he came hard, spraying all down his mate's throat and onto his face as the bun pulled off, coughing. Coming back to himself, he slapped Jack on the back a few times.

“Oh no, are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah… I'm fine. Wasn't expecting it to be that hard.”

Hunter pulled Jack up and kissed him when they’d both caught their breath. “I love you, you know,” he said. Jack smiled and tweaked his nose ring.

“Love you too, ya big goof.”

There was a knock on the door, and Hunter just barely had time to pull his loincloth over his still dripping cock before the door opened, and his dad stuck his head in from around the corner.

“Are you boys alright in here? I heard noises. You're not fighting, are you?”

“No,” Hunter replied, “we're just playing.” Jack suppressed a giggle. It wasn't a lie exactly.

“Good,” the older panther said, walking back down the hallway, but he turned back at the last second. “Jack, could I have a word with you, young man? Come with me. It'll just be a minute, and then you can get back to your… games.”

Jack nodded and got up, following Hunter's dad out of the room. Mr. Sharpfang was silent, acting almost cold as he led the rabbit down the hall. He pushed open the door to his own bedroom and indicated for the boy to go in. He shut the door behind them and locked it.

“So,” he said. His voice was calm and measured, but it had ice in it, “I understand you've been fucking my son.”

Jack froze. Whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't this. He blushed and looked into the older panther’s eyes, so like his son's. The bun couldn't lie to that face.

“No sir, I-I mean yes sir. W-well, he's mostly been fucking me, actually…”

“I know. You've got something on your cheek, by the way. Your mother gave me a call, told me a few interesting facts about rabbits.”

Jack gulped and wiped his cheek. Indeed there was a big glob of cum, unmistakable for anything else.

“W-what did she tell you?”

“Oh, just about what little sluts you all are. Not in those words, of course. Promiscuous was the term she used, I think. Pathologically promiscuous.” Mr. Sharpfang seemed to notice for the first time how terrified the boy was. He was shaking now. “Oh, calm down. I'm not going to hold either you or Hunter to any old standard of monogamy. You're young, have fun. But answer me this, do you love him? Do you really love him?”

“Yes. More than anything!” Jack said. Mr. Sharpfang smiled for the first time. He looked more like the Mr. Sharpfang that Jack had known all these years.

“Good boy,” the panther said, and then his expression hardened once more, “because if I find out that you've been playing games with his heart, I will kill you myself. Understood?”

Jack gulped and nodded. “Loud and clear, sir.”

“Good boy. I'm sorry for scaring you. I like you, kid, I just have to look out for my boy. I'd do anything for him.”

“I would too, sir.”

“Good. Take off your clothes,” Mr. Sharpfang said, starting to undo his pants.

“W-what?”

“Strip, boy. Let me get a good look at you. I need to make sure you're good enough for Hunter. I must know that you are worthy to take Sharpfang cock.”

The rabbit slowly took his shirt off, dropping it at his feet. He was beet red. His boyfriend's father nodded and dropped his pants, indicating for Jack to do the same. Trembling, Jack took off his pants and obediently bent over the bed, presenting his rear for inspection. The older panther cupped it, giving it a good squeeze. It seemed to meet with approval, as a few seconds later Mr. Sharpfang was on his knees and licking him out. The bun couldn't help but moan as the older panther’s tongue pushed past his cheeks, lubing him up for the inevitable. He whimpered in protest when the elder Sharpfang took his tongue away.

“Don't be so tense, boy. Relax.”

How could he relax? His boyfriend's dad was about to fuck him, and what if he didn't measure up? What would happen if—

He gasped. He hadn't been prepared for the older panther’s cock. It was big, but somehow not as big as Hunter's. Even so… he pushed back, looking behind him.

“Grr… told you to relax, kid. Easy now,” said Mr. Sharpfang, gently stroking Jack's fur. The bun let out a huff and nodded weakly. This time, Mr. Sharpfang entered him easily.

Jack did his best to please the older panther, wanting his approval as much as his son's. He moaned and pushed back, careful not to clench too much. The older, more experienced predator knew what he was doing; every touch set the rabbit to new heights of pleasure. While he was smaller than his son, his experience made up for it handily. Hazily, Jack began to fantasize about being taken by them both. He paused and realized it could actually happen. It could definitely happen. Hell, it probably would.

It wasn't long before he came in Mr. Sharpfang’s paw. The panther man grunted and humped a few more times, panting as he filled the rabbit up.

“M-mr. Sharpfang…”

“Call me daddy, boy. Welcome to the family, Jack.”

“D-daddy…”

“Now get your clothes back on, Hunter's waiting for you. I've kept you apart long enough.”

Blushing furiously, Jack got dressed as fast as he could and gingerly padded out of the room and back down the hall. Hunter's nostrils flared as soon as Jack came back into his bedroom, and he raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“So, what did Dad want with you?”

“O-oh,” Jack hadn't had time to think of an excuse, “he j-just wanted to talk to me a-about—”

“He fucked you, didn't he? I can smell him on you.”

“Hunter, I—”

“I'm not mad, Jack. You're a rabbit, I knew what I was getting into. Besides, I'm gonna bend Dad over later, you'd be surprised what the old perv is into.”

“W-what? You and… him?”

“Yes. When I came back from my.. vacation, I came back with a whole new set of needs. I wasn't with you yet, so I had to find another way,” Hunter let a smirk cross his face, “it was like that video you showed me. It didn't do much for me when you showed me, but it's like my body is awake now, you know?”

Jack nodded, “me too.”

“Then it's settled. Just don't forget who you really belong to, at the end of the day.”

“Never. I'm yours, babe.”

“Good boy. Now get over here and kiss me.”

Jack collapsed onto the bed next to Hunter. The panther wrapped an arm around the bun and kissed him deeply. A tentacle snaked out from his back, unbidden, and gently caressed the back of Jack's neck before disappearing. The moment was interrupted by Hunter's stomach growling.

“... it's getting worse. I'm a bit scared of what might happen,” Hunter said.

Jack got up and padded across the room, sitting down in front of Hunter's computer. “Don't worry, babe.  I've got you covered—wait, what is this? How old is this thing?”

“It's a Captain 256. It used to be Dad’s.”

“A Cap—this thing belongs in a museum.”

“It still works just fine. What do you need it for, anyway?”

But Jack wasn't listening. He flicked the computer on, sneering at the primitive text interface, and inserted a tape into the drive, typing away. As the tape loaded, text flew across the screen rapidly, executing a program which would skip the computer's internal processing altogether and connect directly to an offsite server which handled all the actual computing. After a few seconds, the screen blanked out and a login prompt appeared. Jack removed Hunter's access card from its slot on a small box connected to one of the peripheral ports and inserted a new one. The rabbit hit a key and the prompt populated and closed, replaced with a rudimentary desktop interface. He tapped another key and a message board replaced the desktop. He stood up and gestured at the screen with a flourish.

“Behold. The answer to all your problems!”

“A… BBS?” Hunter squinted at the primitive graphics, sitting down in his chair, “‘The Hunting Ground…”

“An [i]underground[/i] BBS. I found it last week. People who want to get eaten meet up with… you know, predators, like you. I set up a profile for you. Look.”

His heart suddenly beating fast, Hunter brought up the profile page Jack had set up for him. ‘predboy’ was the name of the profile. It was mostly barebones, just listing his age, species, and gender. A low-resolution photo of his belly, huge and squirming, was set as the avatar. He tabbed it away quickly.

“Jack, I don't know. You put my real age in there. Nobody’s going to bite, and besides, isn't it dangerous to—” he was cut off by a notification ding. He and Jack both looked back at the monitor. Jack reached over and hit a key, opening the private message interface. They both stared at the green phosphorescent text.

“Hey kid,” it read, “I don't know if you're for real, but I really need to get eaten. Every ‘pred’ I've talked to on here isn't serious about it. They’re playing pretend, or they ghost me. I'm desperate. I lost my job, my marriage is dead… but you don't need my sob story. Message me if you're serious.” The message came from an account called “OtterlyDelicious.”

“See? You got one already. What did I tell you, Hunter? …Hunter?” The panther boy was staring at the screen and openly drooling. In a daze, he reached out and tapped a key, opening the sender's profile. It was pretty bare itself, but it had a couple of pictures of the otter. He did look delicious. Hunter tapped out a reply, indicating that he was in fact serious and that he could come over to do the deed any time as long as it wasn't a school night.

“Can you come tonight?” came the reply. 

Hunter licked his lips and looked over at Jack, a wicked grin spreading across his face. The rabbit shuddered involuntarily, but leaned his head on Hunter's shoulder, nuzzling into his boyfriend's soft, tattooed fur. “Let's do it,” he said.