Pred Gathering; Show & Tell

Meet your hostess


         As a royal blue sedan skidded to a stop down the quiet suburban street as the vehicle's engine turned off; its bloated occupant, a Gold-furred Lioness, walked urgently up the hill, towards one of the many abandoned homes. Along the way; She took notice of the large audience of potbellied Anthros, of varying sizes and species gathered in front of the homes entrance, blocked by police tape. 'Best get a move on, she said speeding up her gait, though she was careful not to jostle the rodent she swallowed too much. Everyone looked eager to get inside. Carol couldn't tell if the guests shared her excitement, or if it was trepidation at the unknown events. "Wonder if they got word of that Macro roaming about the city' She pondered aloud. As her bare feet slapped heavily against the asphalt; the feline huffed in effort, as her bulky midsection sloshed around. It was to the point a moist belch rumbled up her throat. 'Thank god, he's stopped kicking me.' She thought, as her paws idly stroked her gurgling stomach. Her prisoner had been a pain all day, but oddly; she hadn't heard a peep from him, for the last couple hours. Apart of her felt relieved that she had the forethought to tie her top under her sizeable chest, as well as change from her usual police bottoms into a more comfortable pair of short shorts. Her mouth stretched into a toothy grin, as she arrived at the entrance, before hurriedly opening the doors, with a hidden key. Everyone hurried in quickly, cramming their large bodies inside. There had been reports of Macro activity in town, and none wanted to be caught dead looking as round and full as they did.


         Inside the abandoned home's living room; the gathered audience, almost all of them sporting distended bellies, murmured amongst each other anxiously, as they struggled to find a place to sit, along the different types of furniture, throughout. Although there were tables of snacks & drinks, free for the taking; It didn't look like anyone would be heading towards them. Everyone was rather confused, as the room seemed to be filled with other full predators, of all shapes and sizes. Suddenly the sound of the door clicking closed echoed throughout the room, shocking the crowd into silence. As the potbellied Anthro Lioness walked to a microphone, in the center of the floor, she took a cursory glance to see the rather large turnout her coded cards had attracted.


         "Good evening everyone, I'm Officer Carol Grey, some call me "stormy", due to my um, Grey fur." She said, gesturing to her body. "Anyway, I'm sorry for the late arrival. Had to grab a bite to eat. I'm sure you all can relate." patting her large belly Carol noted low amount of response she received. 'Everyone's so talkative, in here. Makes me wonder if I'll ever get a word in.' She thought, in amused sarcasm. As she expected, A lot of them wore uneasy expressions, she could smell some of them starting to sweat, as many shifted their rotund forms nervously in their seats. As the crowd continued to stare, in hushed anticipation; She sighed, deciding to finally get down to business.


         "Listen, I understand your trepidation of me! "Predations between species often carry heavy legal consequences." Carol said, noted the affirming mumbles from the bleachers. "I'm talking about heavy fines, jail sentences, and even being made to... regurgitate publicly." She said, cringing. The formerly stunned crowd soon came alive with rumbling sounds of agreement, as she continued. "And what are you being punished for, huh? For having cravings, for doing what feels good for us, what feels natural? Well, just because I enforce the law in the daytime; doesn't mean I always agree with it. So, I'm not here as a police officer." She, said, removing her hat, and badge, placing them under her seat. "I'm here as a fellow predator. Every other week, this will be our safe space. This will be where we can come together, trade stories, share experiences, hell maybe see some souvenirs with others like us." She stated, basking in the eruption of cheers breaking out from the crowd. "To get things started; I'll go first." She said as she waited for the ovation to die down. Seizing her belly roughly, Carol gave the large mass a rough shake.


         "This guy, in here? He's a skinny little sewer rat, named Ivan. I arrested him for pickpocketing today. It was easy enough to lure him in, with food. I even helped him into a shower with some of the money he stole. Now, he's locked up in my private prison." She said licking her lips, playfully, eliciting a torrent of cheers, and wolf whistles from the audience members. "Do you all wanna hear from Ivan?" She asked, as the audience clamored in anticipation. As Carol pressed the mike to her white belly; She expected the crowd to be treated to muffled screams, or the sounds of the little rat pushing against her stomach walls through the surrounding speakers. Instead, all she heard was a messy glorping and gurgling from her belly. 'Huh, that's not right.' Carol thought in confusion. "Hmm, y'know what? I think maybe he's being a little stubborn. Let's see, if we can get him talking, with a little souvenir, from his arrest." She said pulling out a collapsible nightstick, with her free hand. "Feeling chatty in there, Ivan? Wanna introduce yourself to everyone?" she said teasingly, as she bounced the rod against her large belly. Still, there was no response from the inside, only more gurgling. 'Oooh, shit.' Carol thought, prodding at her surprisingly mushy gut. She cursed herself for skipping breakfast this morning.' Well... This is awkward.' She thought, as the crowd's anxious cheers, faded into inquisition, and even sighs of disappointment.


         Creature From The Trash Creek


          "Uh y'know what, folks? Maybe the rat's a little shy, right now." She chuckled, rubbing her belly. "How about instead, we bring up some of you guys to share your latest catches, huh?" She deflected, sighing in relief as the audience resumed cheering, volunteering eagerly to share their latest escapades. "Ok, let's start with... You, sir! Tell us a little about your experience." She spoke, pointing into the crowd. A large green bipedal fish man raised his head in surprise, as the audience attention suddenly fell on him. 'Uh, you mean m-me?" He faltered, as he gestured to himself. "Yes sir, you! Come on up!" Carolyn beckoned, patiently. The audience erupted in cheers, as a large, aquatic man made his way forward. His large gut shifted around, causing him to stumble a bit as he did. He his scales glistened with Moisture, as he nervously entered the spotlight. "Uh, h-hello everyone, my name is *Ahem* Gregory." He spoke timidly. "Hi, Gregory." The crowd spoke in unison. Carol walked up to the creature, placing a hand on his back, in support. "Nice to meet you sir. Tell us; Who did you bring with you, tonight." She asked, gesturing to his shifting gut.


         "Oh, well, this here is a rather troublesome fisherman, who's been stealing all my prey. I chased him away three times, and he keeps coming back. A-also, when he's not doing that, he throws his empty beer cans and cigarette buds everywhere, polluting the water. He's even started using the lake, as his own, ugh... personal toilet." He said, in disgust. Judging by the gasps and grossed out looks from the audience, they shared his sentiment. "I know right?! I couldn't believe he does that, it's disgusting!" he said, snarling, as he unwittingly began barring his rows of sharp teeth. However, upon seeing the crowd's fearful reaction, he did his best to compose himself. "Well, anyway, I decided to do something about him, when he was fishing last night." He said proudly, placing a hand on his wobbling belly. "well, it certainly sounds like he got what was coming to him. Good on you Gregory, let's give him a hand, folks!" Carol Beamed, clapping her hands. The beast's gut, tensed around his meal, as the sudden cheers and applause spooked him. 'Here I thought my blood couldn't get any colder.' He thought, smiling timidly at the adoration. "Now let's open the floor to some questions. How about, you; the grizzly!"
         "That wooden paddle, you're holding; is that your souvenir?" he asked, gesturing to the oar in Gregory's hand. "Um yes, yes, it is. He tried to beat me with it." The shark said, raising the item overhead, in pride.


         "Did you bite into him?" A large bat asked, gleefully. "Uh, no, I swallowed him whole, actually. Though, some of my teeth did scrape him.". Gregory said, with a chuckle.


         "Are you going to let him digest, or release him?" A large Pelican woman blurted out. "Oh, well when I first caught him, I was content to just do that. However, I suppose, once I'm sure he'll stop polluting and raiding my lake, perhaps I'll let him out...eventually." Gregory said, chuckling as he jostled the fisherman in his gut.




         "Can we feel him move?" Another audience member asked. Gregory felt nervous at the request, but figured it was safe to indulge the crowd. "Um, s-sure you can. Try not to jostle him too much, he's still kicking up a storm in there." He said, as he cautiously made his way around the room, allowing the audience's prying hands to poke and prod at him.




         The Ogre


         How abo-?" The grey feline started.


         "I wanna go next!" A gruff voice interrupted. "Um, Ok then. Guess we got a volunteer." Carol said, forcing a smile as the sound of unusually heavy footsteps lumbered toward the front of the room. Alright then, Big guy; Come on up here and- Oh-oh, god!" Carol said, taken aback. Shrieks of surprise, and terror spread like wildfire, as the monstrous individual walked brusquely to the center of the room. With a large brown rucksack flung over his shoulder; a green, one-eyed humanoid, Stood close to 8 feet tall. The large being sported a mean underbite, from which a pair of pointy Sabretooths jutted upward. His body was adorned in different scars, as well as small arms piercing his flesh, such as; Hatchets, a short pitchfork, and several small knives. A red spatter stained his rather snug-fitting tunic, as his free hand scratched at it nonchalantly. The other patrons stared on in stunned silence.




         "Hey, everybody; Name's Brogg!" The mythical man beamed, enthusiastically. A scattered, yet nervous response sounded from the audience. After a few seconds of silence, Carol cautiously approached the burly man. "Soo, um, Brogg; Why not tell us about who you-." A loud, guttural belch from the Psyclops cut her sentence short, as Carol quickly covered her nose from the awful odor. Carol clutched her large belly to contain her nausea, as a flesh-coated femur bone flew from his gaping jaw. 'Oh lord, here comes Sid.' She thought, queasily. "Whoops, sorry about that." Brogg stated, snatching it from the floor, before messily sucking it clean. "Some of these guys got so many bones; you just can't chew 'em all." He said, tossing it back into his mouth, before messily chewing it. The sickening crunches earned groans of disgust, as well as discomfort from the other guests. "Anyway, I was walking along my land, when I spotted a human on my property. Guess the kid didn't read the sign. Which was fine by me, as I had just found me a new whooping' stick." He said, Chuckling heartily. Although no one else seemed to find anything funny, Brogg happily continued. "I walked up on him with my big piece of tree, then when I was close enough, I clubbed him, like a champ. I heard his spine crack really good, as I popped his head clean off!" He stated, pantomiming a baseball bat. "Whoa, nice dude!" A single deep voice roared from the crowd. "Thank you." Brogg said, beaming with pride. Although the screams of shock and horror he received in response, did nothing to dim his sense of accomplishment; Brogg certainly took notice. "I know, it's a shame I never found it. I honestly feel terrible, you guys... Afterall; Brains are usually the tastiest part." He said, licking his lips. "Now I see some of you guys like to swallow your prey whole. My people, however; usually dismember ours, and save some for later. This guy though, was so small; I was able to eat some of those tasty organs. Plus, I still got some pickled back home. They taste even better the next day. Especially when you don't have to dig your fingers in those little rib cages, and., YANK it open." He said, once again licking his chops, as the group audibly grimaced.


         As a wave of abhorrence sounded out through the room, A large yellow dragoness clutched at her mouth, desperate to keep her contents down. A bound and gagged knight, wrapped tightly in her tail, cocked a brow at her in confusion. "Oh, my sweet Mallomark!" she spoke, in dread. "I fear that thing's macabre tale will have me do something quite unladylike." She stated, fighting the urge to heave. As a loud rumble echoed from her midriff, it was clear her revulsion had won out. "Yep I'm definitely going to-!" *U'bwwaaugh*. From the sea of pooling vomit; A young woman emerged, with messy hair, a tattered purple dress, matching Tiara, and a single shoe arose, she began coughing profusely, as her eyes soon fluttered open. "Thank the gods, I'm free!" She cried, not noticing the bound man's stifled celebration, at her return. "Oh, like hell you are." The Dragoness growled threateningly, before clamping her jaws down on the princess, swiftly swallowing her back down. "This is my happily ever after, bitch!" She screamed down to her belly, clutching a now forlorn Mallomark tightly. Another gurgle sounded out, as she soon burped up the young royal's Tiara. "Ooh, pretty!" She said in elation, reaching for the fallen headwear.


         "Now, I didn't know we were going to be bringing items. However, I did bring some leftovers to share, if anyone wants." Brogg offered, rifling through his sack. "NO!" Carol hurriedly said, fighting back a rather queasy look. "I mean um, no-need to be so polite. I'm sure everyone's stuffed bellies would get way too full. How about you take a seat, Brogg?" She said, noting the large man's crestfallen expression. "Well, wait! What if they have questions for me?" Brogg asked, as the smaller cat lady attempted to push him out of the spotlight. "Oh, believe me; you- left absolutely- nothing-to the- imagination!" Carol said, pushing the reluctant giant back into the crowd, with a grunt of effort.


         The Bear & Fish


         "Alright, who wants to go next?" she asked, wheezing from her efforts. As Carol recovered, a fuzzy animal, clutching a Mason Jar caught her eye. "How about...you, Teddy bear, with the *huff* jar." As a medium-sized, brown furred grizzly bear padded through the crowd, holding a large mason jar with a Large Pink object floating around inside of it. Setting the Jar to his side; He cautiously straightened his crooked tie, as he approached the mike stand. "Yes, Hi everyone, My name's Patrick." He said. "Hi, Patrick." The audience said in response. "First thing I wanna say is that, it's really nice, finding a community of other enthusiasts. These past few years, my dear friend and I have been made outcasts, by both of our kind, back home. So, thanks for making me and her feel welcome." He said, as the crowd burst into applause. "Of course, Patrick. All predators are welcome here. Now, why not tell us who you've brought with you today." Carol said, gesturing toward his mid-section. Patrick blushed, as he scratched the back of his neck.


         "Um, well actually; My prey is in this jar, here. Let me just-." Patrick paused as he unscrewed the lid, allowing the pink object, a giant Salmon to emerge, and address the crowd. "Hello, everyone. My name is Liz. Me and my friend Patrick are thrilled to be here." The fish spoke, causing confused gasps, around the room. "Allow me to explain" Patrick stated, grabbing the mike away from Liz. "I'm sure you all know the harsh winters we've had the past couple of years." The small bear stated, earning nods, and mumbles of affirmation around the room. "Yes, well for a smaller bear like me, winters can be pretty deadly. Foraging is harder due to other bears, and fisherman like our friend Gregory can attest to." He said. "Amen, to that!" Gregory shouted. "Well, one fall, I struggled to forage enough for the winter. It got so bad; I had to start foraging at night. The night before winter's start date, I was fishing and after all day of no luck, I caught the biggest salmon I'd ever seen, bigger than I thought possible." He spoke, astonished. "Once, I knew she could talk, I- well, I'll let Liz tell this next part. He said handing the mike to Liz.


         "At first, I was terrified, I mean, I had been caught by a bear, right? But to see him so small, and emaciated, like he was; I couldn't help but feel bad for the guy." The fish spoke, Gesturing to Patrick. After we got to talking, we made an, uh... arrangement." She spoke, as the crowd seemed to be at the edge of their seats in wonder. "out of sympathy I told him he could eat me. From then, we agreed I'd let him swallow me each year, so he'd be guaranteed to last through winter." She said, as Patrick took the mike. "I've been grateful to her all these years since." The bear spoke, as the crowd erupted in applause. Carol Stepped up to the pair, still clapping as the audience died down. "Wonderful story you, two. So happy, you were both able to Last this long with your arrangement. Does anyone have any questions? Yes, you!"


         "Liz, were you scared when he first swallowed you?" A female alligator asked her. "Of course! I wanted to live, more than anything. However, I simply couldn't live with myself if I'd doomed the poor guy to die in the cold, like that. Luckily, against all odds, I survived the experience, probably due to my great size. The fish said. "Besides that, Patrick's a sweetheart, I can trust. I feel much safer in his belly for 3 months, than taking my chances with other, more violent predators." Liz said, Patting The bear's shoulder. "Next question, how about... You." Carol asked, pointing into the crowd.


         "Patrick, while it seems you two have maintained a platonic friendship over the years, I wonder; Have you guys ever gotten more... "creative", with how you eat her?" a male elephant inquired. "Oh, that's an... interesting question." Patrick said, blushing through his fur. "I mean the most we change is the location. For instance, I once carried her home to swallow her in my cave as opposed to the stream, since the weather that day was lethally cold. Then another time where I was chased by other, larger bears; I had to eat her up in a tree." He said, gulping in embarrassment. "Oh, ... I see." The elephant said, in disappointment, as Liz grabbed the mike to chime in. "Well, I mean there was also that one time you wanted to cover me in oats and Honey, and then you-." Liz started before being quickly stuffed back in her jar, by Patrick's paw. "Wow! We've been up here quite a while. Maybe we should let someone else have a turn, Liz. Thanks again guys." Patrick said, as he took Hurriedly moved back to his seat, sweating profusely. "Huh, shame we won't hear the rest of that story, huh?" Carol said, eliciting laughter from the crowd. "Alright, who's next up.


         The Snake


         "Mind if I ssstep up to the mike?" The seductive vice inquired. "Yeah, knock yourself out." Carolyn said, casually. As the Gray furred host, sat coolly in a nearby chair, her ears twitched, at an odd rattling sound, echoing around the room. As Carol, now on high alert, scanned the room for the source; She soon shrieked in terror, as a sand- colored, tubular object, as thick as tree trunk wiggled creepily, from between her legs. Carol Shrieked, hair standing on end, as the scaly object reared itself upwards, revealing a human-like torso. The audience were able to make out what appeared to be a perky set of Mammalian breasts, with a swollen lightly shaded underbelly. As the torso inadvertently pressed into the microphone, the crowd's ears soon picked up a series of wet *glorping* noises, along with shouting cries from a muffled voice that had since gone hoarse, from overuse. Sprouting from the slithering organism, two chocolatey limbs, coated up to her forearms like gauntlets, began unfurling into clawed hands. The matching growth further upwards inflated much like a balloon, before its back end bloomed into a wide, ribbed "Hood" of outstretched membrane around the creature's still-forming face. She couldn't stop her mouth from curving into a smile, even if she wanted to. As a jet-black, forked tongue darted over the Microphone; Two stalagmite fangs, Dropped from her gums, over her bottom lip. A pair of bright yellow orbs, interrupted only by thin black pupil-slits, flashed wickedly, as they scanned the now petrified audience members, before her. Everyone looked so fearful, far from the awestruck amazement she expected her grand entrance to garner.


         "Uuugh, I hate snakes! They're so freaking creepy!" A black wolf muttered, averting his gaze. "Snakes?! Oh, hell no! I gotta get out of here!" To the wolf's right a white furred rabbit's distended belly shook, and spasmed violently. He observed the rabbit clutching his belly, with a look of distress on his face. "Oh, Jeez! You had to say "Snake", didn't you? Now, you scared my fox." He said shooting the wolf a cross look. "Calm down. She won't get you from in there." He cooed, trying to soothe his shifting gut. The fox however, had worked himself up into a panic, continuing to beat on the walls, in protest. "No, Open up. I gotta get the hell out of here!" he shouted. "Oh lord, now I gotta calm him down. Excuse us, guys." The bunny stated heaving himself from his seat, before hopping out of the room.

         "Good evening, I'm Mirage." She spoke, in a ghostly whisper. However, she soon found herself disappointed, as she still hadn't yet received a response from her cowering audience. "Aren't you all going to applaud me?" she asked, arms folded impatiently. As a hesitant audience began to clap for the newest presenter, Mirage smiled. "That'sss more like it. Pleasssed to meet you all." Although Caroline had trouble placing the woman's accent, it sounded an awful ot like people she'd met when studying abroad in Egypt. "Um, y-yes, very nice to have you here." Carol said, Trepidation evident as she spoke. As the reptile's gaze fell upon her, it felt like she was meeting Medusa's petrifying gaze. "Well, I'm glad I found you all. I was in the woodsss nearby, grabbing a bite. I heard a commotion in here and, seeing ssso many plump and full predsss; I felt like I'd fit right in. I Have to sssay, Carol, right? It'sss wonderful how you put all thisss together. I would sssay I'm overjoyed for the opportunity to meet other predatorsss." Mirage said, Slithering around Carol. The full feline was positively intimidated, as she feared Mirage was wrapping around for a bone-crushing squeeze. Her fears weren't eased at all, As Mileena's eyes shined, upon seeing Carol's large belly. "My goodnesss, officccer; You carry the weight of your prey, with such ssskill: you mussst be a natural. I'm sssure he will work wondersss on your figure, the next time we meet." She said, her fork tongue dancing over Carol's bulbous Midsection. Breaking eye contact- Carol's eyes shifted toward the wriggling mass under the snake-woman's breasts. "Uh, th-thank you Ms. Sooo... How about we hear about who's i-in your own stomach, while we still have time, Mileena?" Carol asked, as she hurriedly wriggled from the snake's circling form.


         "Oh!" Mirage gasped in shock of her own actions. "Of courssse. Sometimes these new instincts have a way of... clouding my judgement." Mirage said unfurling apologetically as she made her way to the microphone. "The person I've trapped within me is no one ssspecial, really. I was sssimply going about my day, when I happened to see a woman Jogging in the park, this morning. Though, I will sssay; She certainly was hard to catch. I sssuppose I should have known from her well-toned body, that ssshe would be well-conditioned for running." She spoke, breathlessly. It was as if her body was feeling tired from the chase, all over again. "The chassse took about an hour, before my prey finally grew tired. From there, I gave her Quite a good resssting place." With a reptilian chuckle; she began Stroking her still-moving gut, when a rumbling gurgle rang out, loud enough to temporarily spook audience members near the front of the room. Another muffled scream could be heard from inside, As Mirage pounded a stray lump with her fist. "Apologies, everyone." She said, rolling her eyes. "Apparently my lunch getsss rather sssensitive when I tell that part of the ssstory." She cooed, in mock sympathy. The half snake looked perturbed at the lack of "Anyway. It wasss definitely worth it though. Ssshe had quite the perky mammariesss on her; A trait I've long been wanting for myssself." Mirage moaned euphorically, as she squeezed her large rack inward. "though there was a faint applause from the other attendees wheter out of being polite/terrified), Mirage huffed in annoyance, as they didn't seem very enthusiastic for her presentation. "Well, come on then. Are there no further quessstionsss, for me?" She inquired, her raspy tone getting harsher. "Well then, if there are no quessstionsss, I'll answer one of my own; Finding out how many stuffed little piggiesss I can cram into my belly!" She hissed, as her large rattle shook threateningly. Still, no one answered, it was silent enough to hear a pin drop, as well as an odd crashing noise, which though from so far away, had a quite frightening presence on everyone, almost as much as Mileena did.


         THOOM...THOOM!




         Carol quickly sprinted into the spotlight, desperate to calm down the angry reptile. "Oh, look; we have a question!" She said, pointing randomly to a confused pelican in the Audience. "Wait, but I didn't-." he started, trembling at the new prospect, before being interrupted by a hasty Carol. "Oh, don't be shy sir, Please, ask her anything?" The policewoman asked, As the snake woman's eyes narrowed at him. "Uh, w-well..." The pelican stuttered. "I guess- you have very big fangs, Ms. N-not that that's a bad thing but; Do you ever bite your prey, or...?" Softening her expression, Mileena's tongue licked at the microphone, as she spoke. "I only use my fangs on bigger prey. They're mostly to inject poison. For mussst quarry, like my little gal pal, here; I sssimply swallow them whole." She stated, as she retracted and detracted her fangs, "Next!" she demanded. "A gator soon spoke up from the audience, as the tension began to fade from the room.


         "Uh, you said these were "new instincts you have. What did you mean by that?" Mirage's let out a sharp sigh, at the question. "A fine quessstion, if a bit of a sssure topic! I usssed to be a human." She said, earing numerous gasps, and surprised looks from the audience "It'sss true, I worked asss a belly dancer, quite the ssshow ssstopper." Mirage stated, sporting a prideful grin. "Sssimply put; I ran afoul of a quite powerful, and vindictive man." She explained. "I tried to get away, but he caught me, and turned me into a large, near mindless sssnake." She said, her head drooping. "Now, I can only regain my humanity (among other traitsss), when I consssume other people. Atleassst, until I digessst them." She explained, rubbing her shifting belly. apparently, her meal didn't like that part either. Yesss, you!" Mirage stated pointing to a frog raising its Webbed hand.


         "So, if you eat to regain your humanity; That means you only eat other h-humans, right?" He asked, as others in the crowd looked at her hopefully. "Well to be honessst; I'm not all that picky when it comesss to food." She stated, filling the audience with dread. "Though, if I had to pick, I'd sssay my favorite is human females. Both for being so soft and tasty, as well as their curved shape." She said, her forked tongue darting about. "If she'sss well endowed; Well, That'sss a niccce Bonusss." Mirage said letting out a throaty chuckle. Seeing no other hands raised, Carol rushed forward, seizing her chance to interrupt the cryptic silence that formed. Of course; She was also careful to stay a few paces left of the large snake woman, while clapping her hands in order to start an applause. "Wow, what an intimate look into your backstory, Miranda. Hopefully, we can learn more at the next meetup." Carol said, bracing herself, upon hearing the familiar sound of the snake's rattle. "It'sss Mirage!" The snake hissed, rearing upwards. "Well, I've cccertainly glad I could make it in tonight. Hope to get to know you all further, asss time goesss on." Mirage said softening her tone, addressing the crowd of Predators. "Until next time." Miranda said conclusively, shooting a wink at the feline host as her form gradually dissipated back into her previous form of a large snake. The serpent weaved through the terrified preds towards a back corner, before seemingly receding itself into the floor.


         A Quick Breather


         Carol wiped away the beads of sweat, gradually forming on her forehead, as she addressed the audience. The lioness was finding it hard not to gag, as she had started felling a sort of churning in her stomach. "Alright folks, well I don't know about the rest of you, but after that; I need a breather." She said as she clicked on a large speaker. "Now, I'm going to call a quick intermission. So, for now, everybody; why don't you all mingle amongst yourselves until I get back. Maybe have some snacks, try not to eat each other though, OK guys?" She said. Hearing the familiar tunes of her phone's playlist; The lioness waddled out of the room, as the assorted guest gradually formed scattered into different groups.




         As Carol was greeted by the cool air outside, she quickly made her way to the side off the seized property. As she coughed and gagged; the lioness readied herself to start releasing what relieved of Ivan onto the yard. 'Thank god no one's here to report this.' She thought to herself. To her shosk and even disappointment. Nothing was coming up. As she breathed a tired sigh; She took the opportunity to enjoy her quite peaceful surroundings. Honestly, she spent so much time arresting (and occasionally, ingesting) criminals in the city's rougher parts, she hardly ever got to spend time in ritzy suburbs like this one. The star filled sky, looked so peaceful, with a pleasant breeze out billowing her fur, too. 'Huh, this is kinda nice.' The Lioness stated, with a smile. The only issue was, an odd rhythmic crashing noise, echoing through the neighborhood. Though, it was far enough to be pretty faint, she couldn't help be a little curious.


         THOOM...THOOM!


         "Wonder what that is. Some kind of construction, maybe?" Carol, pondered aloud. Suddenly, a sickly gurgle rapidly rumbled up her chest, distracting her thoughts. Patting her chest roughly, Caroline felt a wave of relief wash over her, as a rather loud belch echoed throughout the empty neighborhood. "Lord, I'm disgusting. Guess this is your way of getting back at me, eh Ivan?" She snickered aloud, leaning against the side of the house, and smacking her belly.


         "I don't think that's a good idea, if your having gut trouble." A soft male voice said from her left side. Carol initially froze in fear, until she recognized the snow-white bunny who hopped away earlier. Currently he had a hand caressing his large belly. In his free hand; he offered the policewoman a translucent jar of tums. "You need one? I keep them, in case this one here acts up." Carol waived the container away. "No thanks, bunny. I think I'll be ok, must've had gas." She said, dismissing her earlier discomfort. "It's those last few spasms before prey finally melts away, y'know what I mean?" She said, gesturing toward the rabbit's belly.


         Carol was shocked to see the rabbit clutching his large belly in a fit of Amusement. The jovial motion was no doubt shaking up the prey within. "Oh no, no, no. I'm not digesting him. This is my friend." The rabbit said, petting his belly, in affection. He likes to bring me carrots and grapes. In exchange I let him use my belly as, what he calls a "Chill zone". By the way; The party isn't over yet, is it?" He asks, ears raised in concern. "Hey, to each their own, I guess. Me personally, though? I think eating is a "One-way deal." Carol said, with a relaxed shrug. "I usually try not to digest criminals though, it's a lot of paper work." She said, Shaking her glorping belly in frustration. "Actually, the party's till going on. Everyone's just getting acquainted, in there. Though, we may start wrapping up soon, so I say get in there, while you can." The lioness said gesturing towards the front door's direction. "Oh, thank god, I'm really excited to meet new friends. Real quick, is the, um... "Long lady" Gone?" He said, in a hushed whisper. "If you mean the thing that called herself "Mirage"; YES, THE SLITHERING SNAKE-WOMAN IS GONE." Carol shouted, leaning forward to address the rabbit's occupant. "Ok cool, thank you. I'm sure he heard you, just fine." The rabbit said, hopping along the grass in excitement. "Oh, thank goodness, thanks for the invite Carol." A stifled voice stated, Which Carol's sensitive ears picked up from the rabbit's stomach. "Your welcome, you two." Carol said, waving the pair off. After a few more moments of silence, Carol breathed a heavy sigh, as she resigned to go back to the party inside. As she made her way back to the entrance, she briefly paused her walk as a small shift brushed the walls of her belly. "Oooh, What the hell?" She asked as she stared at the sphere in confusion. For a moment she swore she felt a kick, from inside. Before she could investigate further, her ears soon picked up on the growing commotion, from inside the home. 'Guess I could investigate later. Afterall; Doesn't look like Ivan's going anywhere.' Carol shrugged as she sauntered into what sounded like quite a fun party going on inside.


         The Fellowship




         As the lioness scanned the room from the foyer, it seemed like everyone was really getting into the fellowship, just as she had hoped. It seemed that the party had split off into different sections, each engaging in different stories or activities. 'I should really get a theme going for the next meetup.' Carol thought, offhandedly, as her ears perked up at the different conversations, taking place around the room. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a group of preds grazing the snack table, a lot more then she expected. additionally, some of them could be seen placing various snacks in bags, before swallowing the payloads down.


         From the corner of her eye, she saw the Psyclops, Brogg, sitting alone to the side of the room. nursing his cup, sporting an obvious look of forlorn at his ostracization. However, his spirits soon lifted as a 9-foot tall reptile of prehistoric heritage, offered to replace the cup Brogg held, for one of two frothy mugs he clutched in his large claw. The monstrous duo seemed to quickly find common ground, with Brogg even feeling confident enough to share what was in his rucksack; a severed human leg, still in its Denim jeans, and sneaker. The large dinosaur delightedly aided the large humanoid in snapping the appendage in two, before breathing a stream of fire on the two pieces. This earned an awestruck gasp from Brogg, as the two clinked their mugs noisily, spilling a good chunk on the floor. "Well, that's um... Good for Brogg, I guess.' Carol grimaced, as she hurriedly averted her gaze from the two. As her eyes trailed aimlessly, her gaze soon fell on a pair of overzealous Avian, who also seemed quite inebriated. Apparently, the two women, an orange female hawk, and a large snow-white owl, were engaged in some conversation. From What Carol's keen ears could pick up, they seemed to be gossiping amongst each other, regarding the party.






         "Y'know girl, I much enjoyed those presentations, from earlier, what about you?' The owl inquired. "Meh, some of it was too sappy for me." The hawk said, shrugging dismissively. Like that one fish creature, with the oar? I mean, if some human were polluting my home, the trip into my gut would be one way. That is, after I spent some time stomping all over him." She chuckled. "Hey, I'll drink to that." The owl exclaimed, offering her cup to toast with her. "Y'know; perhaps Next time I'll have a go at it. I'm sure I can manage to bring a souvenir, if I find prey with anything of value." The Owl spoke in thought, patting her chest as she sputtered up a packed ball of fur, with a tail. As the owl blushed in embarrassment, tossing the hairball away; the hawk beside her broke into a fit of laughter, at her expense. "Well, I certainly hope it won't be a bag of those, Mam. You're starting to remind me of that One-eyed fellow, with the rucksack." The hawk spoke as she emptied her cup's contents down her throat. The owl swatted the hawk with her wing, offended. "Ugh, don't lump me in with that monstrous brute. That excretion isn't a product of carnal sadism." The owl spoke, indignantly. "That's a natural part of my anatomy. I am an owl Afterall. While I'm indeed a beacon of majestic wisdom, there are some parts that are not as pretty. It's simply how I dispose of my prey." She spoke, puffing her large chest out with pride. "Hmph, sure girl." The hawk spoke, spying their lioness host eyeing them from her perch. "Speaking of majesty; there's are gracious host." The hawk said, pointing a wing in carol's direction. "Oh, yes; Carol come on over. Have a drink with us!" She said, offering a freshly filled cup, held in one of her wings. Carol sauntered over to the pair, rubbing her stomach in concern, as yet another fluttering had happened from within.




         As, the opossum's senses started to come back to him, the first thing Ivan noticed was the pink, fleshy walls surrounding him. 'Oh Boy, it stinks in here." The air inside was thin and odorous. It smelled like sour milk in the strange place, as well as his natural defense mechanism's odor, freshly saturated around him. "How long was I out, for?" he asked groggily. It didn't look like the Jail cell he was to be going to, the large scary lioness arrested him that day. As he instinctively attempted to stretch his cramped body, he found himself trapped by his tight, slimy surroundings. As his arms slid back into the stinging liquid, Ivan looked around, perplexed. "W-where the hell am I?" he asked aloud. Though, he had trouble hearing his own voice over the rhythmic thumping up above him, as well as the sloshing, bubbling noises echoing throughout the chamber. Suddenly from above him, another, foreign liquid which stung his nose with the slight aroma of alcohol, splashed onto his face. "The hell?" Ivan asked in confusion. "Smells like rum." Though, before he could ponder anything else, the slimy sac around him shook with hearty laughter, as another deluge of alcohol rained down from upon him. Apparently, someone outside had cracked a rather funny joke. 'W-wait a minute, if there's laughter...' Ivan thought, making his best attempts to thrash around, and gain anyone's attention. "H-hey, someone help! Can anyone here me?!" He asked in a hoarse voice, getting more panicked, as time wore on.


         The Party Crasher






         As the party outside began to wind down, Carol made her way back to the home's living room, addressing the crowd from the microphone. "Alright my fellow predators' I hope everyone's had a great time at the first of many Preds meetings." She said, abruptly shutting the music off. She briefly attempted a bow, at the room's applause., her full stomach, making that difficult. "Yes, thank you. Now, unfortunately, at this time, we'll be calling it a night, from here. I see a good number of you left contact info, so I'll be discretely sending out info. on the next meeting place. Now You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Try not to eat each other on the way out, ok guys. With any luck, I'll see you guys next-."






          THOOM!!!




         Carol's farewell to the audience was cut short, as a loud crashing noise rocked the room full of preds off their feet. "W-what the hell?!" Carol questioned, her blood running cold. It sounded as if a grenade had exploded nearby. "E-everyone, settle down. I'm not sure what that was, but I'm sure we'll be fine While apart of her was Curious as to what could have made such a noise, the rest of her was terrified to find out. It seemed she wouldn't have to wait too long, as Cracks began to rapidly spread through the top of the house, as the ceiling was effortlessly ripped from the surrounding support beams. The roof had been torn open like a can's top, raining plaster, and drywall, upon the frightened party goers. Those who dared to look up, were met by the smiling face of a crimson red Canine, smiling excitedly, as she gazed upon the fear struck crowd. Though she was still a good deal taller, it looked like she currently sat on her knees outside "Hello, all; My name's Crimson." Her voices pace was slow, but its loud boom sent panic through the canine's captive audience, as it drifted downward. "I had heard talk through the grapevine that there'd be a meeting for predators somewhere in the hills. Do any of you know where I might find such a gathering?" Everyone was paralyzed with fear. Sure, the macro acted polite enough, but her gaze, and sinister smile gave an impression of bad intentions. "U-um, yes." Carol spoke up, as she brushed herself clean of the fallen debris the best she could, while standing to her feet. "T-this would be the Preds sh-show, and tell." Carols said, trying to remain composed, as the giantess's eyes widened in excitement. "Finally! I've been looking all over town to find you all!" She beamed in excitement, as a large hand lunged forward, scooping up a handful of screaming party guests, before anyone could react.


         "Everyone looks so plump, and full, tonight. Does that mean we get to eat each other?! That's so fabulous!" She beamed, loud enough to deafen a good deal of the guests. Her excited words, full of carnal intent, sent a wave of hypocritical panic amongst the guests, most of whom becoming more acquainted with their fight/flight response. Those Blessed with wings in fact, had already taken flight, flapping just past the dog's grasping hands. "Well, shoot, looks like Dinner's going to be a bit lighter than expected!" Crimson said in frustration, Pounding the ground with her fist, loud enough for a sinkhole like opening t form. "Oh, well, can't get them all, as we all know." She said Gazing hungrily at the crowd of Captives left. "Now then, Best get a taste, before anyone else tries to escape." A large flat tongue ran across her large, pointy canines. "I hope I'm not too late to join the fun. All this searching has really got my appetite going. I'm soooo hungry." She whined. As if to reinforce her point, a noisy grumbling seemed to roll across the sky, as Crimson rubbed her abdomen, letting out a pained whine. As she brought her handful of her predators to her face, she was positively giddy. "Wow, everyone here looks so plump and juicy. Must be so odd, now being the bottom of the food chain for once, huh guys?" She said plucking multiple Anthros from her hand, before tossing them carelessly into her open maw. The Macro dog screwed her eyes shut, shivering in pleasure, upon feeling the struggling preys in her mouth scrambling across her tongue, fumbling around in the darkness of her closed mouth. "Man, I don't usually come out to small cities often.


          But when I do; I always enjoy the food." She said, upon swallowing her mouthful. " I don't know who put this little shindig together." She said letting out a messy belch. "But, I want to give - Gulp - My Compliments to the chef." She stated, as she sent more screaming morsels down her throat. Anthros of all shapes sizes, and species had slid, screaming, down her throat. Reptile, mammal, mythical, it really didn't matter, to her. So far, she preferred the more Domesticated folk, like dogs, and cat. They tended to taste cleaner. The red-eyed frog woman, she recently swallowed though, she immediately spat out in disgust. "*Eugh*.... slimy. I Better not get warts, from that one.' The Giantess thought, Repulsed, as she reached for more prey. She was so enraptured in the taste and feel of her snacks, she barely registered the roomful of stuffed predators, screaming in terror, as they crammed each other, trying to get to the only exit. 'They won't get far.' She thought, swallowing her first mouthful of victims. Bringing up the latest handful, she began dropping each captive inside, one by one, slowly cramming her mouth with more and more large bellied morsels.


         "No, w-wait! What are you doing?! Stop!" Carol screamed desperately, as the titan raised yet another screaming handful back up to her open mouth. "Hmm?" Crimson voiced, brow cocked in interest at the little lion's outburst. Carol attempted to flee, as the large paw raced to snatch her up, lifting her like an elevator up to her face. Rocketing upwards, parallel to the gigantic woman's belly; Carrol was met with screams of panic from the swallowed party goers, who were already trapped in her churning stomach. The lioness could already tell based on the noise, this was not a place she would enjoy being, all dark, noisy, and worst of all...acidic. Carol felt her stomach drop, as well as a flurry of unusual activity, which clearly couldn't be simple churning. 'Ivan?' She thought in shock, as she was finally brought to the Large dog's face. "What a brave little lion, volunteering like that. You wanna be my meal too, kitten?" She said, dangling the hapless host over her mouth full of other screaming, wriggling victims. It was the same mouth Carol had just witnessed several others disappear into. "No, no! You can't!" Carol pleaded. "This isn't about eating people, you titanic bitch! This is about fellowship!" She screeched. Carol hated this feeling, it was the first time, since being a cub that she felt so, small, and helpless. The open maw let out a hearty laugh. It was almost loud enough at such a close range to drown out the torrent of screams inside, as the chuckle covered Carol in the Titan's rancid breath. "Oh, please. We're all predators, dear. That means 'Survival of the fittest'. And none are stronger than a Macro." She said, proudly. "Besides, who are you to determine what I'm supposed to be doing here, anyway?" She inquired, Licking the big cat roughly, with her sticky tongue, gradually lowering the feline into her already packed mouth. "I'm the freaking host of this club!" Carol screeched, as loud as she could, as her eyes shut in panic. A moment of stillness passed, as Carol soon gained the courage to creek them open, seeing from her dizzying angle. A look of shock and possibly even embarrassment, was on the Giantess' face. "T-the leader? As in, your t-the master, here?" Crimson questioned, voice faltering.


         "Carol was surprised to see this development in the giantess' reaction. It seemed, despite her great size, Crimson here had a crippling fear of authority. This was odd to Carol, but she figured this was a perfect weakness to exploit. She just had to choke down her fear, so she could act convincingly. 'Shouldn't be too hard to sound tough. I am a lion, after all' She quipped, inwardly. "That's right, I'm the leader, you insubordinate Bitch! Bad dog! A-and, I'm also a cop! I can call Hundreds of officers, with Anti-Macro equipment to come here, and light you up. So, put me down, right now!" Carol huffed, feeling emboldened. "O-oh! Oh my, I-I'm so sorry, I had no idea this was your um...here. "Crimson fumbled, as she quickly set Carol down, before uttering a series of shameful whimpers, contemplating what to do with the screaming, struggling people, still in her maw. However, the little officer was about to make the decision for her. "Spit. Them. Out." Carol said, sternly. Gazing at the fearful crowd, a good deal of which had now ceased trying to make it through the door, and down the street. This is where the true leader would be decided, it seemed.


         "Now!" Carol demanded, raising her phone threateningly. "Alright, fine!" Rubbing her still hangry gut, Crimson Sighed in exasperation as she reluctantly bent forward, spitting her mouthful of fresh victims onto the carpet, as they hurriedly raced out of the door, scrambling into the night. "U-uh, listen everyone, I'm sorry about this l-late arrival, no wait come back!" Carol pleaded, as the guests continued to race out the door. "I'm sure this was a misunderst-! Well, look I'll be sending the group chat for the next... Meetup, If anyone still-Oh, boy." Carol stated glumly, as the last of her guests hefted their bulk down the abandoned neighborhood. Crimson sported a rather apologetic look, deepening the craters in the ground, as she shifted uncomfortably. "Listen, I'm really sorry about the misunderstanding, and um, eating your guests, and... almost you, too." She stated, chuckling in embarrassment. "If it helps, do you think I can still sign up?" She asked, hopefully. "You've gotta be joking, right? After all the Damage you just caused?" Carol gestured, around her, as she shot the giant a rather annoyed look, for several seconds. "Pleeeeaase?" The Macro whined, as she bounced on her knees in anticipation, Carol found she had to plant her feet firmly. to stop from falling over. After a few seconds of staring up at Crimson, The Lioness finally relented. "Y'know what? Sure, giant, why not?" She spoke, with an exhausted sigh. Afterall she figured if she was going to spend the next couple weeks begging the remaining signees to attend the next meeting; It'd be nice to have at least one person guaranteed to be there. "But, just so we're clear; you will not be eating the other guests, you got it?" Carol asked firmly, trying to make a command.


         The large Canine chuckled wickedly, Shaking Carol to her core. "I'll do my best. And no thinking your tiny self can boss me around, you got it?" She said Baring her teeth at the smaller woman, threateningly. "S-sure, no problem." Carol said, managing to keep her composure. "Oh, yay!" Crimson beamed, as she bellowed out her number for Carol the take down. As the two predators Began to part ways, Crimson stood to her feet, the first time the lioness had witnessed a Macro at full height. "Once again, really sorry for the trouble, officer. Can't wait to see you next time, hopefully in a more... Open area." Crimson spoke. "By the way, I'm going to "keep" those guests I swallowed earlier. Because, it's a long walk back home, Y'know?" The dog stated, in a tone that gave the impression, she wasn't asking. Carol shivered in fear, upon being reminded of that grisly moment, agreeing only because she was scared shitless. "U-uh, yeah, sure. N-no issue here." She spoke, quietly. "Awesome! Well, I gotta get going. Got places to stomp on, more people to eat. I'm sure you get it... or maybe not. Anyway, I think I made enough mess here, tonight. See ya next time, little lion." Crimson spoke, waving as her thunderous footsteps created deep fault lines in the streets below.


         As The giantess' presence slowly faded, Carol Looked around the neighborhood, wondering Just how she was going to get her story straight, as for what happened here. Just the idea of all that interrogation she was going to have to deal with gave her a migraine. "This was supposed to be discrete. That giant bitch ruined everything" The lioness huffed in frustration, as she began the trek downhill to her vehicle. As she squeezed into the driver's seat, a pleasant thought crossed her mind, as she patted her belly. "Well, Ivan; I'm glad to see your still kicking in there. I got a rough few days ahead, and after tonight, I need to blow off some steam, maybe work from home to get a handle on this mess. I was going to get you to the station in a couple hours. But I'm sure I can keep you as a fugitive for a day or two longer." She spoke, prodding her belly. The question now was, could she afford to let him live? The others were all Preds, who wouldn't dare go to a police station, but this guy had no such limitations. Perhaps, she could digest him. Y'know, just to be sure. "Guess we'll cross that bridge later. Now then, since you're all up and adam; Maybe I can toy with you a little more, before I hit the hay. Nothing helps me sleep like a full belly, after all. What do you think of that?" She asked her wriggling, shifting belly. A series of muffled screams, and gurgle were heard, as Carol Started the car to head home. "Yeah, I like that idea, too." She said, with a smirk, as she spun her car around to drive back down the destroyed home's hill.