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"There is a proverb...that claims that eating whets the appetite; this proverb, coarse though it may be, nonetheless has a very broad meaning: that by dint of committing atrocities one desires fresh ones, and the more one commits, the more one desires."
-The Marquis De Sade, The 120 Days of Sodom

Will reached into his holster, dodging a blow. He fumbled around and pulled out his weapon. The gun felt heavy in Will’s hand. He’d held one in training of course, but now he was out on the field for the first time. This was life or death. A student, he never thought that he would end up a target, a potential victim. He was in over his head already and another guy was getting out of the van. He should have never taken on this case. Crawford had recommended him.

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It was a Tuesday afternoon when the ram was pulled from class. He had received a summons from Crawford. Will was surprised when the bison asked him to help solve a recent string of disappearances. Eleven animals had gone missing thus far: the first was a squirrel, then a young deer, a mouse, a frog, three bunnies, a cow, two horses, and just yesterday, a zebra. Nothing connected the victims. The disappearances occurred in what seemed to be random states. At first the FBI weren’t notified. Animals go missing, children run away from home. It’s not out of the ordinary. Usually the local police would handle it. And they did, up until Jack Crawford noticed something odd about the disappearances while he was watching the news. There were only two connections the bison, Jack Crawford, could see. Jack wanted a promising young student called Will Graham to investigate further. He had been keeping track of this individual for some time without Will’s notice. But before letting Will on the case, he made sure that the lamb could see the two connections as he could.

He called for Will to meet him in his office. Will sat in the chair across from him, anxious, but ready to further his career. The bison gave the eager lamb the case file. Will opened it and looked it over. After a few minutes Crawford asked Will if he could see any connections between the disappearances.

“Well,” the ram began, “all I could find is this,” he said holding his hand out for the file again and opening it to a map with red dots pinpointing the locations where the animals went missing. “See, all these states are either border states or near border states. That’s about it”

“You missed something.”

“Yeah?” Will’s ears perked up, curious.

“All the victims were prey animals.”

Will just stared for a moment. “…Sorry, sir, but shouldn’t we just assume that if they disappeared in Land of Prey, and it falls under the Prey FBI…that the victims were prey animals?”

Jack Crawford sat up straighter in his chair. He loved this line. “Will, when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me both.”

Will had heard the quote before. He knew from his professors at Quantico that Crawford never missed the chance to say it. He felt embarrassed that he had slipped up in his observations, that he had given the bison the opportunity.

“But sir, there couldn’t be predator animals in Land of Prey, the treaty, the-“

“Criminals don’t give a shit about treaties, Will. But I do agree that it’s highly unlikely. The culprit probably wants us to think he’s a predator animal, take suspicion off himself. Hence the border states. I want you to go and investigate the locations where they disappeared Will. See if you can find something my men missed. I’ve heard good things about you, that you see things differently than the peers in your class. They say you have the power to put yourself in the shoes of the criminals Will. They say you’re a very perceptive lamb.” Crawford stood up to show Will out.

Before Will was fully out the door he said, in a small voice, “It’s not true, what they say, it’s not. I don’t have any sort of great power sir,” Will’s ears dropped, “I think you may be expecting more from me than I can give you.”

“We’ll see Will. Now run along, I want you at the first site at eight am tomorrow, you hear?”

“Yes sir. I’ll help however I can” he said as he made his way back to his dorm to pack.

Will knew that his professors thought he could understand the criminals, but honestly Will could understand anyone. Everyone has empathy; Will just thought maybe he had a little more than most. It wasn’t something he thought should make him any more qualified to work on this case. And he honestly didn’t really want people to know about the empathy. He hated it. He didn’t like knowing what was inside the mind of a monster.

The ram packed quickly and called it a night.

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The next morning Will stood at the site of the first disappearance, cold hands seeking warmth in the pockets of his jacket. It was early fall, but the cold was coming quick to this border state. Plottsburg was the town he was currently in. It was on the very border of Plateau State. Will looked to the horizon. It was cornfields for miles. It was impossible to miss the wall in the distance though. It was far, but stood high. It separated the Land of Prey from the Land of Predator.

The ram had never seen beyond the wall, had never been inside the Land of Predator, and never wanted to. They learned of it in school. The world they lived in was separated long, long ago. A wall was erected around the entirety of the planet. One side being the Land of Prey, and the other, the Land of Predator. Prey animals were herbivores, or carnivores who ate insects or fish. And insects and fish weren’t like other animals. They weren’t humanoid or anthropomorphic. They were just fish and insects. Prey animals weren’t immoral to eat them. But predator animals were different. They supposedly ate differently from prey animals. The books on predator animals all say the same thing. Predator animals used to eat prey animals. The wall only makes sense; two types of animals with different cultures, different vales, different diets, need to remain separated. Prey wouldn’t be able to live safely with predators for neighbors. The wall keeps the prey safe.

Will sniffed around some more, but found nothing. At least there was someone in the next border state he had to visit that actually saw a disappearance occur. He’d been interviewed by countless agents, but Will decided he would ask the guy a few questions anyway. Will drove two towns over to Mountain State. He drove up to a small ranch house in Rocksburry and met the guy who’d seen it all happen.

Will sat on the anteater’s couch while he spoke.

“Yeah, I saw Katie get kidnapped three months ago. It’s a real shame, that Katie. She was just a fawn you know.”

“Yes I know,” Will said uncomfortably. The ram didn’t like socializing much. He was anxious and it showed. He played with the fluffy sleeves of his jacket as the anteater continued.

“Yeah well, I saw her all right. She was always playing with her brother. His antlers were just starting to grow. They would play all day, climbing mountains and-“

“Can we get back to the kidnapping please? You said you saw-“

“I know, I know. Don’t rush me son, I was just about to get there. This stuff with her brother is important. She was kidnapped on a day when he was staying at school late, some club…basketball or something. No it was track. He’s on the track team. Can’t believe how big that boys getting. Hella fast too, being a deer. His antlers are already-“

“Sir-“

“By the way, are you one of them sheep that doesn’t grow horns, or-“

“I have horns sir.”

“Where?” Then he gave a short chuckle. “You hiding them in those curly locks? I didn’t know the Prey FBI hired such young spring lambs.”

“I file them down. If I let them grow too big my head gets uncomfortably heavy,” Will lied.

“…Rrriiiiight. I’ve never heard of a sheep who files his horns. A few Moose who file their antlers though. Buck up by the creek, his antlers grow so long that he files his every-“

“Katie?”

“Right the girl. I was out minding the store. She came in with some lose change asking if she could get herself a candy. She wanted a grasspop.”

“So she came in for candy? Was she kidnapped in the store?” Will already knew the answer. He just wanted to keep the guy on track.

“Not in the store, no. She was right outside looking at something down the road when a car came right up beside her. The car door opened and she was dragged in quickly. The car sped off and I called the cops.”

“Can you tell me what the driver looked like? The guy who grabbed her?”

“Nope. Didn’t see anyone’s faces. They had muscle though, strong fellas.”

“What about the car? The model, the plate, anything?”

“Nothing. It happened fast lamb.”

“Graham, my name is Will Graham.”

“Right, so how long have you been an agent? You look kinda young.”

“I’m a special agent. I’m still studying.”

“They put a child on this case?” the anteater asked, astonished. “No wonder you ain’t got no horns.”

“I’m twenty-five sir, not a child.”

“Right well, they’ll grow someday I’m sure,” he said as he showed Will out.

Will tried not to show how offended he was as he got in his car and drove to the shop where the anteater worked. It was a small corner store. He parked his car on the side of the road and walked in. He was greeted by a teenager tending the register, a koala with a baseball cap. Will bought a grasspop, as Katie had and stood in the middle of the small road. He wasn’t doing anything risky. This was a small town with small streets. There were no cars passing by. Will took a moment to think. Why was this girl taken? Why her? Why here? This little doe who had just bought a grasspop from the store across the street. The really odd thing about this string of kidnappings is the lack of bodies. If a murderer were on the loose, the police would have found the bodies. Where were they? Could it be possible that these animals were still alive? Why, for what purpose? Nothing added up.

Will looked down the street, trying to figure out what had held the doe’s attention as a car sped up to her from the opposite direction. Surly she would have noticed a car coming and run? What had she seen that was more important than oncoming traffic? Will couldn’t even begin to imagine. He walked back toward his car and drove to a nearby inn to spend the night. He had to leave for the next site in the morning.

In his room he looked into the bathroom mirror and stared at his reflection, or rather the reflection of his head. Will flattened his hair a bit and looked again. There they were. The ram felt the two hard stubs there, scurs. He childishly wondered if they would grow any bigger. The way they were now made him look like a teenager. A young teenager. Will supposed that’s why he didn’t shave the stubble from his chin. It helped age him. Will remembered his father. The ram hadn't needed stubble. His horns were thick and long and curled not only once, but twice. Will’s couldn’t even be seen, as they were buried by his wool.

The ram fixed himself a drink and turned on the television. Nothing was on and he found himself watching some rather explicit material. He had a light buzz when he stumbled upon a late night porno that featured a busty flamingo getting fucked by two rabbits. The girl’s hair was bright pink and so was her thong, at least what was left of it. The ram took out his already hard dick and started masturbating. As he worked his cock he closed his eyes and fantasized that the flamingo was giving him a blowjob. She was slowly licking up his shaft to the tip, swirling her tongue around the slit. Will grunted as he played with his foreskin. He opened his eyes, made another drink and kept working his cock nice and slow.

A few drinks later and the beautiful flamingo woman was traded out for another flamingo, a male. Will went to change the channel, trying to find the remote so he could put on something more to his liking, but he noticed something on screen. The male flamingo’s right ankle held a shackle. It was only on screen for a second, but Will knew he hadn’t imagined it. Was this supposed to be a rape role-play? It didn’t seem like it. The flamingo wasn’t pretending to get away or pretending to not like what was happening…in fact, the flamingo looked…out of it? High on drugs or something. Actually, now that he thought of it, the girl had looked a bit out of it too. Will continued to watch the gay porno, waiting to see when his right leg would- there it was! Will couldn’t deny it this time. For a split second he saw a shackle on the flamingo’s right ankle. What was going on here? Were these animals being forced to have sex on camera? Drugged up to their eyeballs on god only knows what, then shackled to a bed as some stranger had their way with them and another guy recorded it? Was this trafficking?

Then the ram made a jump. Were the animals who disappeared also part of a trafficking ring? That would explain why there were no bodies. Will grabbed his phone and called Crawford. The bison picked up after a few rings.

“…Hello?” he sounded like he’d just woken up.

“Sir, it’s Will Graham. Look-“

“Will, do you know what time it is?”

“Yes sir, it’s important. I think the kidnapped animals were part of a trafficking ring. That’s why there are no bodies!”

“Wait, hold on Will,” Will heard the man sigh on the other end. “Okay. An animal trafficking ring, is that right?”

“Possibly. Also do you know if two flamingos have gone missing? A male and a female?”

“Flamingos? Nope. Haven’t heard anything. Why?”

“I think they might have been kidnapped as well. I’m going to look into it.”

“Fine, just check out the next site tomorrow too.”

“Alright.”

“And Will?”

“Yes sir?”

“Good work today.”

“Thank you sir.”

“I knew your professors at Quantico were right about you.”

“Uh…right,” then Will heard the dial tone. Crawford had hung up.

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Will stood on the urban streets of Sewertin feeling a little uneasy. He didn’t like the city. It was loud and held too many animals. Not exactly an ideal location for an abduction, but here he was. He decided to pay the victim’s boyfriend a visit.

A mouse named Terry opened the door a crack. “Yeah?”

“My name is Will Graham with the Prey FBI. I wanted to ask you a few questions about Milly?” He showed the mouse his badge.

Terry led him to the kitchen table and finished eating his breakfast while Will sat down. Terry didn’t look much younger than him, twenty, twenty-two maybe?

“You were with her the day she disappeared, is that right?” Will asked.

“She didn’t disappear, she was taken!”

“How do you know?” the ram questioned.

“Because we were just together. I walked her to her house. I waved goodbye, she waved back. I was walking away when I saw a van race past me. I looked back and saw that she was gone. The bracelet I got her was on the sidewalk.”

“Did you see her get into the car?”

“No, I was still walking away. I hadn’t turned around yet.”

“Is there anything else you can tell me?”

“Not much.”

After his visit, Will went to the library to look into the flamingo thing. After an hour of searching he finally found something. Two flamingos, a brother and sister had gone missing way far out in Ponddale, in Lagoon State. Lagoon State was nowhere near the border and the siblings had gone missing fifteen years ago. The townspeople assumed they had drowned in the pond, as a body had been found by a young Groundhog and his father while they were on a fishing trip. The skeleton was found three years after the disappearances so the police couldn’t be sure if it belonged to one of the flamingo siblings. The town had pronounced the two dead anyway and the incident was never talked of again.

Will found out that the siblings were five and seven when they disappeared. That would make them twenty and twenty-two now. The flamingos he had seen in the porno looked about that age.

The ram then looked up pornography that featured flamingos. The one he had seen was called Beneath Pink Sheets. The site that sold it was selling movies with similar titles like Pink and Naked, Two Pink Beaks Are Better than One, and Pink Party Orgy. They each showed the cover of the film. These covers all featured a pair of flamingos, one male and one female, the same flamingos he saw in Beneath Pink Sheets.

There were also other titles for sale, but these did not show their covers. There were tons of them: Young Pink Sluts, Teen Pink, Little and Pink, Pinkie Love, Pink Clit/Pink Dick, Baby Pink Birthday Party!...and so many more. Will read the description of one of them, Baby Pink Birthday Party! and had to stop midway. It read: “Watch as these cute little virgins get the present of a lifetime from their much older birthday guests! Celebrate with us and watch these siblings get their baby cunts and asses fucked for the first time. Warning: blood & gore, hardcore, violence…” Will had to take a break. He wanted to vomit. Those poor kids…they were just kids! No wonder their covers couldn’t be posted on their shitty website. Fucking child porn!

Will went back to his hotel room, got himself some dinner, and searched some more. Apparently there used to be another site where you could buy this shit, it was run by a giraffe named Derrick Lendon. He was sentenced to lifetime imprisonment for making and selling child pornography. Apparently he was the only one in his ring that was caught because these videos were still being sold today on their new site.

Will called up Crawford and let him in on everything. “I’m going to go over to the prison and interview the guy tomorrow.”

“Alright Will. This is the biggest lead we’ve got.”

When the conversation was over, Will finished his already cold clover pasta and went to bed.

The next day Will sat across from the giraffe in a small room meant for interrogations. The animal’s hands were cuffed to the table: protocol. Derrick didn’t appear violent.

“Mr. Lendon,” the ram began, “Have you ever seen this before?” Will held up a printed photo, a cover for the porno Pink and Naked.

“Yeah,” the Giraffe smiled.

“Did you work on this?”

“Naw, but I sold it. I do computer shit. I made a webpage and sold the porn there.” The guy looked smug.

“Did you know these two?” Will pointed to the siblings on the cover. “What was his name?”

“Why? You lookin’ for a boyfriend?” The giraffe laughed.

Will got out another picture, a picture of two flamingos, five and seven, playing outside on a porch swing. “How about them? Do you know them?”

“You tell me.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you. I think you do know these kids. I think you took these kids from their home and used them in your sick films. I think your trafficking pedophile ring is still using them. Drugging them up every day and featuring them in these pornos. How about that?”

“Ok, sure, what if they are the same kids? What then? How are you going to find them?” he was still smiling.

“I guess you don’t get to watch the news much in here. Your friends are getting sloppy, making mistakes. The Prey FBI is all over the recent disappearances. It’s only a matter of time until your friends are caught.”

The giraffe lost his smile and looked confused. “Wait, what? What disappearances? What the fuck are you talking about? 'My friends', as you call them, don’t go around kidnapping people. They make pornos, that’s it. Some of them may be a bit risqué, but hey what’s new?”

“Wait, but then what about the flamingos? Didn’t you kidnap them?”

“No. We bought them.”

“You bought them? From who?”

“I don’t know. My friend was the one who got them. Paid a shit ton too. He said he would give me a small cut of the profit if I sold the films. Gave me barely anything. Those guys are not my friends. I only saw them whenever they wanted to sell a new film. Scary-ass bastards.”

“What were their names? What animals were they?”

“I don’t know. The guy who was in contact with me just told me to call him R, like the letter. And I have no fucking clue what animals they were. Never seen an animal like him before. He had a long tail though.”

“How could you not know what animals they were? Did you never go to school or something? Were you a hermit living in a cave when you made those fucked up movies?!” Will was getting frustrated.

“You don’t get it; I have never seen anything like that guy before. Maybe a new species or something. Hell if I know!”

“So what, R told you he bought some kids off someone, made some pornos, and asked you to sell them?”

“Yup, that’s about it. He would come to my house with a new film and I would put it on the site. Then I gave it to Tyler.”

“Tyler? Who’s Tyler?”

“He makes the copies and ships them out to the buyers. He’s not like them, he’s a mole. Lived close by”, He said getting bored with the conversation.

“What, so R and his friends don’t live close?”

“No, at least R didn’t. He said it was always a hassle to sell here. Said he lived far away or something.”

Will made a call to Crawford and told him what he had found out. It confused them both and Will told the bison he would call him back when he reached the next site.

As will was driving to the next border state, he stopped to get gas. There was a panda slumped against a tree at the other end of the gas station. The guy looked haggard and Will empathized immediately. He bought two subs at the small convenience store attached to the gas station and walked over to the panda.

“Hey, um sir, you okay?”

“Hmm?” the guy looked up at him, bleary eyed and confused.

“Sir, my name is Will, what’s yours?” Will asked, offering the panda a sandwich.

“Charlie,” he said shakily taking the offering. “Thank you.”

Will sat on the ground next to the guy and started eating his own sandwich. “Charlie, what are you doing out here? It’s the middle of nowhere.”

“Been walking,” he said, taking a large bite out of the sub.

“To where? Do you have any family around here?”

“No, no family. Just walking. I lost my home in the storm a few weeks back. Lost everything. I’ve been walking to Wetlandale.”

“You mean Hurricane Herman? You’re from Penton? That’s horrible. Why don’t you let me give you a ride?” the ram offered.

“Thank you.”

When they were done eating, Will helped Charlie up and into his car. There were only a few cars at the gas station, it was practically deserted. Who knows if anyone would have helped the panda, Will doubted it.

Will drove a ways and in a few hours made it to the border states. It was still a few hours till he would reach the next site. Before that he needed to drop off the Panda at a shelter. He drove to the next gas station and somehow doubted Crawford would reimburse him for all the gas money. Will got out of his car, and began filling his tank. The Panda was eating a small snack Will had bought for him. While filling the tank, Will noticed something up the road. He squinted to see it better. It looked like some animal with a hood was holding something. The guy was looking directly at Will, trying to show him what he held.

Will finished filling his tank and walked out to the road. He walked toward the guy yelling, “Hey, you alright? You need something?” Will was still squinting to see what the guy held out to him. It looked like some kind of jar. As he approached he saw it. It was a jar all right, but not just any jar. This jar was filled with liquid that held a disembodied head. A lamb head. Before Will could get sick, he heard a van door open. He turned around and saw two large blurred figures moving quickly.

Will reached into his holster, dodging a blow. He fumbled around and pulled out his weapon. The gun felt heavy in Will’s hand. He’d held one in training of course, but now he was out on the field for the first time. This was life or death. A student, he never thought that he would end up a target, a potential victim. He was in over his head already and another guy was getting out of the van. He should have never taken on this case. Crawford had recommended him.

Before he could even aim his gun, one guy had hold of his arms. He was forced to drop his gun. Before he could formulate a plan, the other guy had placed a foul-smelling cloth to his nose. Before Will could lose consciousness, the two unidentifiable animals hoisted him into the backseat of the car. Then all was black.

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Will’s consciousness slowly started to return. He could feel the movements of the car, the bumps. He heard at least two animals conversing.

“You want to stop for food?” one guy asked.

“Are you serious? I don’t want to eat their shit!” the other replied.

The first guy laughed, “I’m just joking. We’re already behind schedule anyway. We can’t afford to make a stop, even for a bathroom break.”

Will opened his eye a crack, mind a little muddled. He saw two hooded animals in the front seat. Will tried to sluggishly reach for his gun, but couldn’t find much strength. He tried again and realized that his hands were tied behind his back. One of the animals must have heard him and looked back.

“Hey, the lamb is waking up.”

“Just put him back under, we got a long way to go.”

The guy who wasn’t driving, put some liquid on a cloth and reached over. Will could tell the guy had muscle under his coat. He placed the cloth at Will’s nose as he was trying to move his head away, but there wasn’t much he could do. He fell asleep quickly. Will woke and was put under two more times before they reached their destination.

The third time he woke, Will groggily came to the realization that he was no longer in the car. He felt hard metal under him and everything was still. No bumps. All he heard was the small sound of muffled crying. Will’s head was spinning as he opened his eyes. The first things he noticed were the steel bars right in front of him. He looked around himself and realized quite quickly that he was in a small cage. The bottom was a thick slab of steel and the sides and top had bars. There was a door with a padlock on the side. The cage was too small to lay flat, and too short to stand in. He could sit cross-legged and lay tucked, but that was all. If he sat in the middle, Will could touch every wall of the cage.

The ram tried looking beyond the cage, he noticed he was in a dimly lit room with a few other cages in it, all but one other was empty. He looked at the other end of the room where he saw a woman in a cage crying into her sleeve, knees tucked up. Will guessed she was in her late twenties and…a zebra. He wondered if this was the same zeba that had been kidnapped a few days ago. Will didn’t want to assume, but it was pretty damn obvious at this point. The ram vaguely realized that he too had been kidnapped. Shit, what would Crawford think?

Will felt for his gun, his hands now free, and noticed it had been taken. So had his badge, phone, and glasses. Fuck!
Will looked over at the crying zebra, “Um, Miss?”

She looked back but didn’t say anything.

“You wouldn’t happen to be Catherine Martin by any chance would you?” Will asked.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she said stifling sobs.

Will couldn’t really think of anything more to say, he settled on, “Your mother, the senator…she’s worried about you.”

“No fucking shit!” she said not too kindly.

“Well, I’m with the Prey FBI and I’m going to do my best to get you out of this.”

She looked at him, blank-faced and incredulous. “You? They sent you?” She started crying again, but they were angry tears. “But you got caught too! Please tell me this is part of your fucking plan, oh fucking please!”

“It’s a setback.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock!”

Will took a deep breath. “How long have I been out?”

“They put you in that cage before I was fed. Last night? This morning? Who the fuck knows. There isn’t exactly a clock in here, is there? Felt like hours ago, but like I said, who the fuck knows, bitch?”

“Okay, I’m going to need you to take the antagonism down a notch. I’m trying to save you remember?”

“Yeah I know. You, a- a fucking little lamb, a peace-loving piece of shit is my only hope. Sorry, you’re not going to find your Mary here. She was already sold off.”

Will’s jaw dropped. He knew the sheep stereotypes: kind, weak, timid people with a penchant for altruism. Then there were the sexual stereotypes. Apparently all female sheep were great fucks because they were too timid to complain if they didn’t like something and that led to them doing practically anything in the bedroom. And apparently all rams were effeminate and liked other rams if you know what I mean.

A ram, which is what Will actually was, is a male sheep. Ewe is actually the term for a female sheep. Lambs are young sheep. A young ram is called a ram lamb while a young ewe is called an ewe lamb. This is apparently not common knowledge to anyone besides sheep. Most of the time ewes are just referred to as sheep. This means most people think the term sheep is actually female when it isn’t. The term lamb is usually used to refer to any young looking sheep. Most people think the term lamb is a more female word, but still use it to refer to males. This means society is basically saying that all sheep, whether they are male of female are effeminate.

Will has been called a sheep or a lamb his whole life. Within the sheep community just being called a sheep or lamb is really offensive, but there’s not much they can do about it. It’s like if a speck of dust told you it wanted to be called Paul. Nobody cares what sheep want to be called. Some animals do calls rams, rams though. The title usually goes to the rams that have large horns.

With these stereotypes, and a lack of societal empathy regarding sheep, it had been hard for Will to even get into Quantico. His advisers at school had always tried to steer him away from such professions. They told him he would do well as a gardener or a florist.

His teacher in his senior year of high school even asked him if he would be seeing him in the adult pleasure district in the near future and winked at him. He had hated that teacher. The male seal was always making passes at him in the hallways. He even copped a feel of Will’s ass a few times. Will never told anyone. It wasn’t because he was some weak, fragile little lamb, but because he was too embarrassed.

He knew there were some people out there that were speciesist, but her comment went too far. “You know sheep aren’t really like that right? I mean we’re just like everyone else. I’m sure the stuff they say about zebras aren’t true.”

“What, that we’re hotheaded like horses and have a one-track mind? Oh it’s true. How do you think my mom became senator? By being a little pussy like you? I don’t think so.”

Will looked away; deciding his time was better spent memorizing his surroundings and thinking of a plan.

A while later the door swung open and a…some animal walked in holding two trays of…potted plants? He stopped at the zebra’s cage, pulled a gun on her with one hand and opened the door. He put the plant in with her and locked her cage again. Then he walked over to Will.

“Alright lamb-chop, you’re not gonna give me any trouble now, are ya?” he said, pointing the gun at Will. I know, being on the police force you think you’re hot shit, but here,” he motioned around him, “You ain’t nothing but a dish sweetheart.”

The animal opened the cage to put in the plant, but Will lunged at him. He knew the guy wouldn’t shoot. He was merchandise after all. The animal looked surprised, put pried Will off him easily and threw him back in the cage, throwing the plant in and locking the door. Will couldn’t believe how strong the guy had been. It was like the guy was swatting away a stuffed toy or something.

“I told ya, you ain’t nothing here. This gun is just for show, prey can’t do shit against us predators.”

“Predators?” Will was stunned. “You’re a predator?”

“Well, yeah. Everyone here is. You both are in the Land of Predator. Hope you enjoy your stay,” he laughed, walking back out the door.

“Wait, wait!”

The guy stopped, halfway out the door and looked back.

“What kind of animal are you?” Will couldn’t stop his curiosity.

“A brown bear,” he said with a smile, showing his sharp teeth.

“Oh.” The lamb had never heard of such an animal. He watched the bear walk out the door and heard the clicking sound of a lock. He turned to the zebra, still stunned by the bear’s words he said, “He’s a brown bear.”

“Thanks fuck-head.” She said, eyes drooping and staring at the plant.

Will looked at his own. Then he looked back at the woman. “Why do you think they put these plants in with us?”

“To eat,” she said simply, before tearing a piece of crab grass out of her pot and eating it.

Will was revolted. “It’s raw.”

“Yup. They won’t give us anything else.”

Will’s stomach rumbled as he thought about how long it had been since he’d eaten. He had no idea how long he had been in the car. He tore a piece of grass from the dirt in his pot and began to eat. He couldn’t believe he was in Land of Predator. How could this have happened?

A few hours later, a few unknown animals…probably also predators, walked in and walked over to his cage. One of the animals was in a suit. The well-dressed animal began speaking to the other two.

“Where did you find it?” The guy in the suit asked. He was tall and intimidating. He was bald and had small eyes. Will wondered what animal he was.

“Well we spotted him buying food at a gas station and followed him a-ways. We caught him at another station.”

“Did anyone see him go missing?”

“Just some hobo.”

“Yeah,” another guy said, “we found these on him.”

The predator in the suit accepted Will’s personal belongings. The one in the suit inspected the badge.

“A special agent,” then he turned to Will, “well, you found us.” All the predators laughed. The sheep blushed. “Alright,” he said to his henchmen, “I want a thorough check done. Make sure everything is in order, and then give me a report. Oh and Roger, don’t take liberties on this one. They’ve been wanting a lamb for a while, don’t fuck this up.”

When the guy in the suit was gone The two looked at him. Will couldn’t stop himself, “What animal is he? What animal are you?”

The two just blinked. “Yeah he’s a weird one. He asked my species a few hours ago too,” then he turned to Will. “That guy runs this place. He’s a vulture. And Roger here is a dog, a doberman. And you, you need to come with us to get your tests.”

“What tests?”

“You’ll see,” the brown bear said as he opened the cage and pulled Will out. He held the lamb in a tight grip and carried him into another room. The doberman trailed behind. They quickly took off his clothes as Will struggled. Then strapped him, face down, to a medical table. One of them pulled out a syringe and drew blood. The other spread his cheeks and checked his hole.

“Have you ever mated?” the Doberman asked.

Will blushed and refused to answer such a personal question.

“Okay lamb-“

“My name’s Will…and I’m not a lamb.”

The bear looked at him. “Not anymore. You’re just lamb now fella. Anyway, you can either be a good boy and answer our questions without much trouble, or we’ll force you to answer. I don’t think you’ll like our persuasion tactics very much. Not so much flowers and chocolate, you know what I mean?”

Will still refused. The doberman got out a long instrument and touched it to Will’s thigh for the briefest of seconds. Will felt an electric current and tried to move away.

“That,” the bear said, “is a cattle prod. You like it?”

Will had never herd or such an instrument.

“Have you mated?” the doberman asked again.

“No, jeez.” The ram admitted. “I haven’t had sex, you happy?”

“Very,” the doberman smiled. “Ever experimented with your bum?”

“God no, I’m straight.”

The dog laughed, “Alright, what about oral? Ever suck?”

“I told you I’m straight!”

“I didn’t say suck cock, faggot. You can suck clit too, you know.” The predators both chuckled.

“No I haven’t.”

“Alright Roger, go ahead a check his hole some more.”

The Doberman spread his cheeks again and inspected his ass. He placed his fingertip at the pucker and pressed, not putting his finger in, but testing the pressure. “Yup this one’s a virgin. Tightest hole I’ve ever seen.”

“Not tighter than that doe I bet.”

“What!?” Will was disgusted, “she was just a fucking kid! Don’t tell me you did this shit to her too.”

“We do these inspections to every prey animal we get. Standard procedure. We got to tell the clients the quality of the merchandise, don’t we?”

“You fuckers!”

“Now, now,” said the Doberman, “I do sometimes test the materials a bit too much, but I would never ruin a product,” he laughed.

“What do you mean you never ruin a product? You popped that zebra’s cherry, didn’t you? The boss was pissed.”

“What? She’s hot. A little chubby, but hey it’s not my fault. I was only trying to check to see if she even had a hymen. I guess my finger was a bit too rough. Don’t worry I won’t put my finger inside this time. The boss was pretty clear on that.”

Will almost threw up. The predators checked his body some more, having him lay on his back, straps in place, and felt his nipples and penis. They pulled his foreskin back and seemed to like what they saw overall. Then they waxed him. All of him. The only hair they left was on his head and eyebrows, his ears, and tail.

“You know lamb, that wax we used is permanent,” the bear smiled, “most customers like their meat hairless. Just makes everything easier.”

“What is this place? What’s going to happen to me?”

Well in a few days we’re having another auction. You and the zebra will be sold to the highest bidder,” the bear said.

“Then what?”

The dog laughed while the bear answered. “The guy who buys you can do whatever he wants. He might fuck you before he eats you. That’s why we have to keep you virginal.”

“Wait, what? I’m being sold to be eaten?” Will was in shock. He felt as though he’d entered another world entirely. A world where he was food.

“Maybe. Maybe a porn company will buy you. We don’t fucking know. You’ll be eaten eventually regardless. You are a lamb after all.”

They took him back to his cage, locked it, and left him alone with the speciesist zebra again. Will didn’t know when it was night. The bright lights were never turned off. Will did eventually fall asleep.

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A few days went by and it was the night of the auction. The predators had injected both Prey animals with some drug. They were still naked and a chain collar was around their necks. The predators pulled the two forward with chain leashes.

The two were pulled upstairs and forced to wait off to the side of a large stage. Will groggily wondered if they were in some sort of old theater building or music hall that these criminals were now using for human trafficking. Will tried to pay attention to what the predator on stage was saying, but the drugs they’d given him made it hard. He kept his eyes closed as much as he could. When they were open, everything was blurry and objects seemed to move about. The room kept shifting and moving as well. Everything he heard was doubled as he tried his best to listen.

“Welc-Welcome ladi-ladies an-and gent-gentlemen to-to our-our…”

Will felt sick. He was nauseous and his double hearing wasn’t helping. He looked over to the zebra sitting next to him. She was crying again and her hands were pressed tight to her ears. She must have had the double hearing too.

Will wished he could see more of the room, all he could see was the small bit of stage beyond the curtains. He tried craning his head to get a look, but the dog pulled sharply on his leash. “It ain’t your turn yet,” he said, chuckling.

After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, the brown bear pulled on the zebra’s leash and off she went. She was on stage now and Will couldn’t see her. He heard the announcer speak. Heard the crowd cheer and laugh, then he heard the announcer spit out numbers. Eventually he stopped. Will heard the man shout, “Sol-Sold!”

A little while later and the bear was back. Now he was pulling on Will’s leash. Will got up and walked on stage, trying not to trip. The floor looked uneven in his drugged state, and he was very much afraid of falling. Will was forced to kneel on stage, which was good for him because he kept feeling like he’d fall if he stood much longer. Will looked out toward the crowd, but the bright lights that were aimed at him blinded him from seeing anyone’s faces.

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The snow leopard sipped his wine as he watched the illegal auction from one of the back tables. He’d only ever been to a few of such auctions and never purchased any meat. The woman he had come with, a snake, had asked him to accompany her. Him being here at all was a favor to her. She said she really wanted to try fresh meat from the Land of Prey, not the customary meat that is bred and sold at the grocery. She’d heard of this place from a man she worked with who couldn’t help but brag about the fresh rabbit he ate. He told her that the meat had been alive when he bought it. She was skeptical, as one would be at hearing about ‘living meat’. The only live meats are in the meat factories or the Land of Prey. And one couldn’t simply go to the Land of Prey for a hunting trip. That was highly illegal. If you were caught you’d easily get life imprisonment.

The snake, Amelia, was a patient of his. She had come to him for counseling after she’d killed her husband. The boar had apparently cheated on her. When she asked the snow leopard if he could accompany her he’d told her that indulging in a bit of distraction was good for her and agreed.

Now the snow leopard sat, drink in hand, as he watched as the overweight zebra was sold to a panther. Once the zebra was offstage, the announcer addressed the audience once more.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, my men have tried for weeks to supply what you’ve asked for. I’m proud to say that we’ve got one!”

Hannibal had no idea what the man was talking about. He hadn’t been to an auction in a long time. He knew that some animals were regulars to the illegal establishment because he heard cheers from the crowd. The snow leopard watched as a sheep was dragged on stage. The boy, no man, Hannibal corrected, he could see an age to his eyes. The snow leopard could also see the sheep’s penis and balls. They were small and hairless, as was the vagina of the zebra. He guessed they must have shaved them before they brought them onstage. Hannibal could not see the sheep’s horns. He wondered if the poachers had sawed them off for profit, or to make the sheep, who was really a ram, look younger, more feminine. It worked. The ram looked like a ram lamb or an ewe lamb even. Hannibal sat amused as the ram was introduced as female.

“Our next product up for auction is what you’ve all been waiting for. You asked for lamb and we’ve supplied. Meet Will Graham, a special agent apparently. Watch out fellow predators he’s with the Prey FBI!”

The crowd laughed as the drugged agent blinked against the bright lights, swaying a bit as he knelt on the wooden stage. The leopard’s ear twitched when he heard that the ram had been with the Prey FBI. The sheep suddenly interested him.

“Yes sir, as you can see by his ears and wool color our young agent here is also a black sheep! We were very fortunate to find meat so rare.”

Hannibal knew that the color of a sheep’s wool had nothing at all to do with its taste, but the rarity was hard to ignore. It gave the animal an exotic look. Not that any live prey animal didn’t look exceptional. The only way to see one was in a book. So to see one actually presented before you, moving about, was a treat in and of itself. Even for those with no means to purchase such a prize, just being here and able to see a live prey animal was quite an experience. On top of that, to see a sheep, or ram, with dark wool…Hannibal did not regret coming tonight.

“Now don’t be fooled by this creature’s genitalia, it is most definitely a sheep, or should I say a lamb.”

The leopard watched as the announcer leaned down and twisted the ram’s left nipple. The ram yelped and blushed deliciously. The announcer then turned the ram around and spread its ass cheeks.

“My suppliers have confirmed that this animal is virginal in every sense of the word. Look at its tight pucker, or should I say pussy. Watch as it twitches for you. She’s a horny little lamb slut. Even brought her own handcuffs. ”

More cheers could be heard from the audience. It was clear that the ram was being advertised more for sexual gratification than food. Most predators who bought live prey from illegal auctions fucked their meat before they ate it. It was a big selling point.

Hannibal watched as the auctioneer turned the ram back around. Then forced it to stand up. The ram was so drugged up that it fell back to the floor. The auctioneer pulled the ram back up by the wool on its head. The ram shrieked and the crowd cheered some more. The auctioneer pulled the ram to the edge of the stage by its wool, and forced it to stand right before the crowd. The predator placed its hand on the ram’s small member and pulled down its foreskin.

“Get a good look ladies and gentlemen,” he said, then he pulled the ram’s foreskin back up. He slapped the ram’s small round ass. “This here is high quality meat. This isn’t something you can find in a grocery store,” he paused, “or in a brothel.”

A few whistles were heard from the crowd. Hannibal’s mouth watered at the sight of the ram on stage, but he did not engage in such uncouth cheering or whistling. Then he saw the ram’s mouth move. The auctioneer must have heard the ram say something because he asked, “What?” and put the microphone in front of him. The drugged ram looked up at the auctioneer and slurred the words, “You’re under arrest.” The crowd, and the auctioneer himself laughed at the animal who’s eyes were glazed over and so far gone that he couldn’t grasp his situation anymore.

“Oh? And how are you going to arrest me little lamb?” The auctioneer asked. He placed the microphone in front of the ram again.

“My department is on the case. They already know about the trafficking,” he slurred. “They suspect predator animals.”

“Yeah? And do they know their own special agent is a lamb slut?” The crowd laughed again.

“They know about the flamingo twins from years ago.”

“Wait, the ones who star in pornos? They weren’t trafficked by us,” he laughed. “The Prey FBI is as useless as we thought.” Everyone laughed.

“I know they weren’t trafficked by you guys. They weren’t sloppy with their kidnappings. We only found out about them a few days ago even though they’ve been missing for years.” The ram shook his head slowly, trying to think through the drugs in his system. “But you guys, we have tons of disappearances on record. We have witnesses. My department will find you.”

The auctioneer wasn’t laughing anymore. “You think some weak little prey animals could do anything to us? Nobody gives a shit about the Prey FBI. It’s a meaningless job. Prey are food, nothing else. You should feel lucky that the predators have let you live so long in your peaceful little Land of Prey cage that we’ve put you in.”

Hannibal could tell that the ram was confused. Prey animals didn’t know about anything outside their little utopia after all.

“Who’s really in the cage here, me or you?” The ram asked, looking up at the auctioneer’s face. “I bet you’re not wealthy enough to be a customer here, but that’s what you want, isn’t it? I know it. You wish you were there,” he pointed into the audience. He unknowingly pointed directly at Hannibal. “You wish you were in the crowd instead of on stage with me. I bet that’s why you started working this job. You thought you’d someday be able to have a taste too didn’t you? You thought this job would get you somewhere, but so far it hasn’t. And now you’re stuck here, without wealth and fearing that one day you might be caught and arrested. I know. I’ve already figured you out.”

Hannibal felt his cock come to life. He wanted to know more about the prey animal who had just stared down a predator and seen so effortlessly inside his soul. He wanted to have the ram on his couch…and in his bed. He also wanted to eat him of course. What had been his name again? Graham? Will? Hannibal smirked as he watched the powerless creature.

“As you can see, he’s a little chatty, but I’m sure you can find a better use for that mouth of his,” he winked, coming back to himself. He didn’t put the microphone in front of the ram again. “Alright, let’s start the bidding at ten thousand!”

Hannibal watched as hands went up. He heard the announcer bring the bid up from fifteen thousand to twenty thousand, and again and again until it was already at fifty thousand, already more than the zebra was sold for. He heard the snake ask him if he thought the ‘lamb’ was even worth that much. For some reason the comment offended him. He turned to her and whispered in her ear “He’s worth far more.” She looked skeptically at him, then went back to watching the stage.

Eventually the bid was at a hundred thousand. “Do I see a hundred fifteen?” Ah there we are. A hundred twenty?” Only a few hands remained up. Hannibal had yet to raise his. When there were only two hands left, Hannibal finally joined. He was bidding against a tiger and a grizzly bear. The tiger looked like new money. He was young and there was a certain light to his eyes. The bear was a fat politician. He knew the man as a rude criminal. The man had sat on his couch as his patient some time ago. This wasn’t the man’s first bidding war. He’d told Hannibal that he’d been in six others and had won them all. He was filthy rich and buying live prey was his secret hobby. He told Hannibal all the nefarious things he did to the prey animals be bought. He’d torture them before and while he fucked them. He’d eat their limbs during sex. He’d keep them conscious through the whole thing. When he was finally done, he’d eat the animal, without cooking it, while it was still alive. Hannibal wasn’t disturbed by the thought. The prey were just food after all, but Will Graham…Hannibal didn’t want the man to have him. It would be a waste.

When the bid got to a hundred fifty thousand, the tiger’s hand went down. When the bid got to two hundred fifty thousand, the grizzly bear’s hand went down.

“Sold, to the snow leopard in the back!”

As everyone sipped on their drinks and spoke among themselves, the bear looked over at him. When he recognized him, he smiled and waved. Hannibal had a feeling he’d be hearing from the man tonight. The snake he’d come here with was staring, open-mouthed at him.

“Really? Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars?”

“He’s worth more,” he simply replied. Once the animals started filing out of the room, he gave the snake money for cab fare and told her he couldn’t drive her home tonight. She nodded, took the money, and left. Hannibal made his way backstage.

The auctioneer led him downstairs to a basement where he saw his prize in a small cage.

“This is the stuff he came with,” said a dog, handing him a bag with some clothes, handcuffs, a gun, and a badge.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the bag. “Then he took out his wallet. He’d brought money to this auction, just in case. He handed the dog the money he owed and a bear unlocked the cage.

The bear then took the chain collar off the ram while the dog put a cloth of Chloroform to his nose. The ram was out quickly. “To make it easier for you to take it home,” the dog explained.

Hannibal took off his large coat and wrapped the naked ram up in it, hiding him. Then he picked him up and carried him up the stairs, out the exit, and to his car. He placed the bundled-up ram in the trunk and drove off.

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The next day, Dr. Hannibal Lecter was nursing a drink and thinking about his purchase. When he got home, he had taken the ram out of his trunk, still wrapped in his coat, and carefully brought him inside. What he was doing was dangerous. He lived in the middle of one of the biggest cities in Land of Predator, Glacier City. It was also one of the coldest. It was a bustling city surrounded by mountains. The winters were long. The area was engulfed in snow at least half the year. The snow leopard didn’t mind the cold though. He didn’t get cold easily so it really didn’t bother him. What he did mind was the populous. Glacier City was the biggest city in the north. And like big cities, it was loud and never seemed to go to sleep. The snow leopard much preferred living in a less dense area, but couldn’t. The grocery stores in the small towns in the mountains just weren’t up to his standards. Hannibal couldn’t find nearly half of his favorites in those small family-run stores.

But now Hannibal faced a new problem with the city. It made it harder to hide the sheep sleeping in the next room. After carrying the sheep in his coat past the building’s front desk, into the elevator, and up to his floor, he’d placed the ram on his bed so it could sleep off the drugs. He’d made sure to pull down the window shade before unwrapping the ram from his coat. If anyone found out he had such a prize, the ram would be taken from him, probably to a farm or a slaughter house and Hannibal would have life imprisonment…unless he could worm his way out of it. He did treat a few of the officers in the city and was quite friendly with a female judge…but harboring live food from Land of Prey was a very serious crime. Not that the higher ups didn’t also buy such delicacies on the black market themselves. Hannibal knew of a few state governors, current and previous patients of his, who hid such deeds.

Hannibal took a sip of his wine and pondered what to do with his newly acquired meal that had yet to wake. He could make lamb chops. He knew he wanted to use every part of the ram. From his feet to his ears. Maybe he should roast the lamb in the oven whole. Alive or dead? What seasonings would he use? What utensils? Should he stuff the lamb first? Maybe he should marinate the lamb. He’d use red wine of course. The man stared at the wine in his glass. He’d need to acquire a good wine. A good vintage. Maybe he should marinate the lamb from the inside, completely immerse his ram in wine inside and out. Yes, he needed to start looking for the perfect wine.

Hannibal drained his cup and stood from his wing-backed chair. He walked into his bedroom and admired the naked ram sleeping soundly on top of the sheets. Will, he believed his name was, was absolutely stunning. Just seeing the ram’s chest rise and fall with his slow breaths made Hannibal’s member twitch. The ram was alive. A living prey animal, a black sheep no less, was sleeping on his bed. It was almost inconceivable. Hannibal had lamb on his table many nights, but this…Will was alive. Hannibal felt instincts inside him come to life. He wanted to stalk this slumbering animal, stalk him and pounce. He wanted to sink his teeth deep within the neck of his prey. His prey. Will was his, belonged to him.

Hannibal smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. He placed his large hand on the ram’s chest, where his heart was. It was his right to stop that heart whenever he saw fit. Hannibal looked at the ram’s face. On the outside, prey and predator animals looked much alike. Eyes, nose, mouth, hands, feet, skin…it was all the same. Their ears and tails were different, but that’s about it for outward appearance. It was the inside that counted. Prey animals were absolutely delicious. And lamb just so happened to be Hannibal’s favorite.

Before devouring the creature, he planned to make use of his body first. Hannibal’s cock stiffened as he looked at the sheep’s small member. He parted the animal’s thighs and spread Will’s cheeks with his thumbs. He had sat so far away from the stage while at the auction so he hadn’t been able to get as good a look at the ram as he’d wished. Now though, now he could see everything, could touch him.

The snow leopard brushed his thumb against the ram’s tight pucker and saw the animal visibly shiver in its medicated sleep. Yes, he had to have him sexually before he ate him. It was a must. The ram had captivated him so much. He wanted to hear it speak more. He’d never before heard a prey animal talk and now he couldn’t wait for it to wake up. What would be the first words out of its mouth when it woke? Hannibal guessed it would scream in horror and beg for its pitiful life. The doctor was not unaccustomed to that; though such pleas were always from rude predator animals. The doctor could not stand rudeness and sometimes dined on more than just prey animals. The leopard chuckled to himself as he let go of the ram’s behind.

He walked over to the head of the bed and looked at the ram’s face. Will was handsome and young. Though Hannibal had thought his eyes had revealed his true age. So, older than he looked. Hannibal guessed roughly nineteen or twenty. He had to be old enough to be in the Prey FBI though.

The snow leopard rummaged through the bag of belongings he’d received with the sheep. He took out the handgun, removed the bullets, and placed the device on the nightstand. Then he took out the glasses, which he also placed on the nightstand. It amused him that his food wore glasses, that it had been raised in a civilized environment much like his own instead of branded and force-feed its whole life at a farm.

Next came the handcuffs. He couldn’t help thinking about what the announcer had said about ‘the lamb slut’ bringing his own handcuffs. Dr. Lecter’s cock twitched in his trousers. They would definitely make use of the handcuffs. Part of him even wanted to tie the ram’s wrists to the bars of the headboard right now and wait for Will to struggle in them when he awoke. The ram would make a good sight tied up.

The leopard smirked and put the handcuffs in his back pocket before pulling out the sheep’s badge. Well, it wasn’t really a badge. It was an ID card with the ram’s credentials. ‘Special Agent Graham’ it read. It also had his ID number. Hannibal rummaged around in the bag and felt for a wallet. When he found it, he pulled it out and looked inside. There was some Land of Prey money, credit cards, and there- a driver’s license. The leopard looked at it. So the ram was already twenty-five. Older than he thought. In the photo he had stubble, but no horns. Odd. Had he been in an accident when he was little? If the predators hadn’t taken his horns, then who had? Unless…

Hannibal reached over and felt the top of the ram’s head with his hand. The ram’s wool was fluffy and curled at the tips. It was soft and felt very nice to the touch. He didn’t have to feel around for long until he felt the tips of two horns. Hannibal smiled. So the ram had horns, they were just small. A birth defect perhaps. The snow leopard found himself wondering what he could do with such small stubs once he cut them off the ram’s head. Would they even sell? He supposed they would if they were from a black sheep.

Hannibal put the ID on the nightstand with the other objects. The wallet and driver’s license he kept. The bag only held clothes now. He put the bag on a wicker chair and glanced once more at the sheep’s rising and falling chest before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed his favorite cookbook. It was all sheep and lamb recipes. He sat in the study, perusing the book for a good recipe.

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Will felt nauseous. He was slowly waking up and his head was spinning. Then he remembered where he was. Will kept his eyes closed and strained to hear something. He felt his furry ear twitch accidentally and mentally cursed himself. He tried to remain still.

After a while of silence, he realized that he wasn’t in the small cage. For one, he wasn’t curled up, and also, he wasn’t on a hard metal slab. He felt something soft and cushiony below him. His mind was working hard to keep up. What had happened? He remembered being in the cage, then…oh, the predator- the bear, he put a needle in his arm. They drugged him and then…then what happened? He remembered he was hearing double and everything was moving. There were bright lights and a booming voice. Animals laughing. Numbers being spoken…the auction! Will was in an illegal auction.

The ram felt his heart beat fast with fear as he slowly opened his eyes. He was on a large, comfortable bed. He was lying naked above the plush comforter. He looked around slowly. The room was uninhabited, well besides himself. There was an elegant nightstand to his right. On top were his belongings. Will quickly realized his wallet and clothes were missing. He scanned the rest of the room. It was a nice, neat, and well-kept bedroom. The floor was a dark hardwood that matched the bed, nightstands, and dresser. On the wall above the dresser was a large mirror. The mirror’s frame was made up of intricately woven silver vines. It looked like an antique. On the left nightstand there lay what appeared to be a very expensive watch. This was definitely the bedroom of someone with wealth.

The ram pondered what to do. Obviously he’d been sold, but Will couldn’t figure out why he was still alive or why he was placed on a comfortable bed instead of tied up in a basement or something. It wasn’t long ago that Will had been told he would be sold for consumption.

It was strange to think about. The ram had learned in school only a small bit about the Land of Predator and its inhabitants. He learned that predators were animals much like themselves, that used to eat prey many years ago. It was common knowledge that they no longer have that diet. They eat fish and insects and plants like prey do, though they still need to live separately. The segregation is crucial. The two types of animals are just too different from each other. They learned that predator animals had a completely different culture. A clashing way of life. They were told that predators lived a more simplistic lifestyle, not exactly barbaric, but along those lines. After a while the populace had a general idea, or at least they thought they did, of who predators were and how they lived. Though it was never exactly taught, most prey when asked would say predators are simple-minded, less intelligent, and live like it was hundreds of years ago. Some think predators live in huts or mud shelters. Some thought the wall was simply erected to divide the civilized from the uncivilized.

Looking around at the bedrooms furnishings, Will knew that the Land of Prey’s perceptions of the Land of Predator had been almost comically inaccurate. But what ignited his curiosity the most wasn’t the predator’s lifestyles, but the predators themselves. They were completely different animals. Animals he’d never seen or heard about. Every species he’d met in Land of Predator so far was foreign to him. Every single one. This puzzled the ram immensely. He’d always thought, like most, if not all prey animals, that predators were animals just like them. Animals like bluebirds, squirrels, cows…and sheep, that all lived differently from them. A predator bluebird. A predator squirrel. A predator cow. A predator sheep. But what on earth was a bear? A dog? A vulture?

Will got up off the bed slowly. He was feeling less nauseous now. Now that he was standing, he noticed a white wicker chair in the corner of the room by a window. The window had its shade pulled down. Will wanted to lift it, but saw a plastic bag on the chair. The bag looked out of place in the neat room so the sheep looked inside. His clothes!

Will quickly found his boxers, pants, shirt, sweater, and jacket with the fluffy cotton lining. Even his shoes were in the bag. He quickly put on his clothes; putting his tail through the slits in both his boxers and pants. Then Will couldn’t help his curiosity. He lifted a corner of the shade and took a peek outside. He was surprised how high up he was. He must be at least forty stories up. And he was in a city. He could see some cars down below, though there weren’t many. There was currently a huge snowstorm going on. He only saw a few animals on the sidewalk, but he was up too high to get a good look at them. He really wanted to know what species they were.

He was so engrossed with the sight of the Land of Predator, which looked much like Land of Prey after all, that he almost completely forgot he was in a predator’s house. His ears heard a sound from another room that sounded like some sort of metal scraping metal. Will sighed. He knew he couldn’t stay in this room forever and the animal in the other room…the ram didn’t know why he’d bought him, but if he intended to eat him he probably would have already done so, not to mention that he had awoken in a pretty luxurious room on a comfortable bed. No, this predator must have saved him. Maybe the unknown animal was in the Predator FBI and had gone to the auction to find evidence of trafficking. There was evidence to suggest that. He had left the ram’s Prey FBI ID and gun on the nightstand.

Will put the ID in his pocket and put his glasses on. He also placed the gun in his back pocket just in case. He was beginning to feel more himself now and was ready to meet the predator who - quite possibly - saved his life.

The ram walked to the other side of the room and opened the door. It opened up to a fancy-looking living room. A red carpet, a leather sofa, a leather wingback chair opposite it. A coffee table between them. A fireplace off to the side. It was lit. The sound he’d heard must have been the closing of its metal gate. There were bookshelves filled with tomes lining the walls. It looked like a private room in an old library. There was an animal Will couldn’t name seated in the wingback reading a book.

Will walked into the room and sat on the sofa. He put his hands in his lap and tried not to stare at the strange animal with its long white and spotted tail. The animal was older than him. He exuded wealth and power. His hair was trimmed neatly and jelled back. He wore a suit. Will could tell he was the type of male who would enjoy the finer things. The ram had a hunch that he attended the opera on occasion.

Will noticed the animal look up from his book. The ram met his eyes, then looked down at his knees. He didn’t like eye contact. Will decided he should probably say something. Something polite. He was in some strange animal’s home, after all.

“You have a lovely home.” Fuck, was that too cliché?

Hannibal hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected any of this. He heard the sheep wake up and walk around his bedroom. He waited patiently. He was curious and wanted to see what the little ram would do. Would he try to jump out the window out of desperation? He had heard the shade move the tiniest bit with his superior hearing, but he hadn’t made a move. It would be dangerous if some animal had spotted the sheep in his home, but the snow leopard couldn’t help himself. He didn’t think the animal would walk into his study, sit across from him, and try to make small talk like he wasn’t in the lion’s den, so-to-speak.

Ever the gentleman, Hannibal put his book down, crossed one leg over the other, leaned his head forward and said, “Thank you, how are you feeling?” with a small smile on his lips.

The ram’s curiosity was killing him. He wanted to know the situation. He wanted to know the predator’s species. He had so many questions. “You’re welcome,” he said without looking up. “I feel better now. I think the drugs are out of my system.”

“That’s good to hear.” The snow leopard reached his hand out and took hold of the flute of his wine glass that stood on a coaster on the coffee table. He brought the rim of the glass to his nose for a whiff, then slowly tasted the red nectar. This one was an expensive wine. A delicious wine. He was celebrating, after all. The wine wouldn’t do for marinating the sheep though. It wasn’t quite right.

Hannibal stood up and walked over to a glass case on the opposite wall as the fireplace. He took out a wine glass and brought it back to the coffee table. “Do you like wine?”

“Oh, uh…it’s alright, I guess. I’m not big on it, but I do drink it on occasion.”

“Special occasions only, yes?” He watched the ram nod.

“I’m more of a beer guy.”

Hannibal smiled a bit more. “No, you drink it because it’s cheap. What you really like is something stronger. Rum or Vodka?”

“Rum.” Will watched the animal nod. He was perceptive, but he didn’t seem like an officer or agent. Maybe a lawyer? A doctor? No. Will thought the predator’s voice was deep, but calming. He spoke in a certain way, a specific cadence. Maybe a therapist? Will watched as the animal poured wine from a green bottle into a second glass. He put a coaster on Will’s side of the table and put the wine glass on top.

“Try it. It’s from the east. A small city where grapes grow plentifully. They are known for their wine. Go on, tell me what you think.” Hannibal sat back and watched as the ram lifted the glass to his nose, then took a sip. The animal’s eyebrows pulled together and his lips pursed. Maybe he couldn’t tell if he liked it or not.

The entire experience was erotic. Hannibal felt his cock swell at the sight of the defenseless sheep sitting on his couch, wearing clothes, and sipping at wine. So many things he thought he’d never see. So very wrong. Prey shouldn’t be leisurely sitting down on furniture like it was normal. And it was his couch. His cock twitched. It shouldn’t be wearing clothes either. But seeing his dinner dressed- the thought that the creature had self-awareness, was conscious of being naked, felt humility- it made him so hard. He wanted to see it wear more clothes, his clothes. He also wanted to rip those clothes off it. Degrade it. And lastly, the sheep was drinking his wine. The very wine he was taste-testing to see if it would be suitable to use to marinate said sheep. And it was drinking it willingly. Hannibal felt hungry. It was a different kind of hunger. His cock was drooling in a most uncouth way.

Will took another sip. He really didn’t care for wine, but this one wasn’t too bad. He put the glass back on the coaster and looked at the animal, still not quite making eye-contact. “Pretty good,” he said. “One of the best I’ve tasted, honestly.” It wasn’t a lie. “Um, by the way,” he just couldn’t stop himself any longer. “You’re a predator right? What species are you?”

Hannibal took another sip, then placed his glass back on the table. “I’m a snow leopard.”

“Ah, a snow leopard. Sorry, it’s just that we don’t really learn about the different predator species in Land of Prey, so it’s always a treat to meet a new species. I presume you like to live in cold climates?”

“I prefer them, yes.”

Will nodded. “I can live in cold climates too, though I prefer to live in milder climates.”

It’s a good thing you’re not living too long, then, Hannibal thought.

“Sorry I haven’t brought it up yet, but thank you.”

The snow leopard was confused. “Thank you? For what, exactly?”

“For saving me,” Will smiled. He forced himself to look in the leopard’s eyes. “I’m special agent Will Graham with the Prey FBI. I’m very grateful that you got me out of there. I can’t believe animals have been trafficked out of Land of Prey like this. Are you working with law enforcement somehow, or…I’m sorry, I didn’t ask your name.”

“Dr. Hannibal Lecter.” Ah, it all made sense now. The ram was too relaxed. He didn’t know his situation. “And I think you may be under some misconceptions. You see, I didn’t save you. I bought you. You, ‘special agent’ Will Graham, are going to make a very fine main course for my dinner table.”

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Will stood up in surprise and reflexively pulled out his gun and pointed it at the predator. “Don’t move!” Will commanded. The snow leopard did as he was asked, a small smirk creeping up his face. It was clear the other animal was amused, though he wouldn’t be for long. “What do you mean ‘main course’? I’m an animal too. I’m not just some…”

“Food? ‘I’m not just some food,’ right? But here you are. What do you think predator animals eat every day? Our bodies are different, you know. We can’t survive on grass like you can.”

“What? That’s a lie.”

“No, it isn’t. You are just uneducated.”

“I’m not-”

“Yes,” the snow leopard cut him off. “You just aren’t aware of what you don’t know. Prey animals in Land of Prey are not taught about the rest of the world. All the information you have on us is probably wildly inaccurate.”

Will was starting to understand that yes, it was inaccurate. Each new revelation about Land of Predator or these strange animals was cementing that fact more and more. Will knew he had to get out of this place and back to Land of Prey. He had to. This place was dangerous.

Will discretely looked around for a way to escape. He found three doors. One had been the door to the bedroom. That left two options. The one behind him or the one on the other wall.

Suddenly Will saw the predator move to get up. “I said don’t move!” That didn’t stop the animal from standing fully. Will’s heart was pounding. He could feel something well up inside him. Something he’d never felt before. The animal made to step around the coffee table. Will instantly pulled the trigger on his gun. Nothing happened. The predator must have removed the bullets. One more step from the predator and the feeling couldn’t be suppressed any longer.

RUN!

Will stopped thinking, dropped the gun, and bolted for the door behind him. He had to run. That’s what the feeling was telling him. He was feeling his prey instincts come alive for the first time in his life.

Will got to the door impossibly fast, turned the knob, and was suddenly in a hallway. The walls blurred past him as his mind kept repeating the simple word, ‘RUN!’

Will really only made it halfway down the hallway when he crashed to the carpeted floor. There was a heavy weight on his back. It took him a bit for his mind to keep up as his instincts went haywire.

RUN! BUCK! USE YOUR HORNS! FIGHT! RUN!

Will tried everything. He tried to get out from under whatever was pinning him to the carpet. He tried to buck the creature off him. He pulled his neck back to try to hurt it with his tiny scurs. Nothing worked and slowly Will’s mind was coming back to him. He still kept trying to get away, but now he realized that the snow leopard was on top of him. The animal had chased him, caught him, and pinned him to the ground. Will felt both his wrists pinned by the larger animal’s strong hands. He felt a heavy body on top of his.

Then he felt the other animal’s teeth lightly graze his neck. Will screamed. “Help! Someone, help me!”

“Sshhh. Be quiet, Will,” Dr. Lecter said in Will’s furry ear. “Nobody can hear you anyway. This entire floor belongs to me.”

Will felt the animal’s tongue lick up his neck, right where his teeth had been. It sent shivers down the ram’s spine.

“That was fantastic, Will. I never expected to feel something so wonderful in all my life. The way you ran from me…I just had to give chase. And when I pounced on you….oh yes, Will. I wanted to sink my teeth into your neck right then and there. Letting me unleash my instincts by letting me chase you was so very exciting, you have no idea.”

Will suddenly felt something long and hard pressed against the cleft of his ass. Will was repulsed. What on earth was wrong with this animal? Had he really gotten aroused from that? From this? Will was trying with all his might to flee, to stay alive, but this animal was getting off on it. What the fuck?

Will felt the snow leopard’s thick cock rubbing back and forth over his ass through his clothes as the animal continued to lick his neck.

“Stop!” Will begged. He could feel his own cock begin to harden as his empathy began to take over. This large predator animal had trapped his food underneath him. It was defenseless. The adrenalin from the chase was still present in his system. Is still present in Will’s. Dr. Lecter’s heart is still beating quickly. Will can practically feel it against his back. Will’s is beating quick too, out of fear.

Will’s hardening prick disgusted him. He couldn’t believe he pulled a boner right as he’s about to die.

He felt his wrists pulled up above his head. Then both his wrists were in one of the predator’s hands. How was this animal so much stronger than him? No matter how much he struggled, it was like he wasn’t doing anything at all to this creature. He remembered how the bear had thrown him easily back in the cage after he’d been kidnapped. Were all predator animals this strong?

Will felt the animal turn him so that he was on his back. Will turned his head to the side in embarrassment. He just knew the animal would mistake his arousal.

“Oh, what’s this?” Hannibal asked. He stroked the ram’s obviously hard cock through the material of his pants.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!”

“I see, so you enjoyed our little game of tag as well, did you?”

“No! It’s not like that!” He heard the other animal chuckle. “It’s empathy. I have the uncanny ability to over-empathize.” Will looked into the animal’s eyes, begging him to believe him.

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As Hannibal looked down at his prize, he noticed a smell in the air. Besides the tantalizing smell of a live sheep, he smelled another mouth-watering scent: the sheep’s arousal. Hannibal dove back to the neck of the ram and gave his prey another lick. He tasted sweat and smelled arousal mixed with fear. Another lick. The fear was strong, but so was the arousal. Hannibal humped the ram’s cock with his own. The sheep’s member got harder still.

“Maybe a part of it is empathy, as you say,” Hannibal said, then chuckled. This was just so amusing. He was actually having a conversation with his dinner. Not that he hadn’t had conversations with predator animals he found rude and ate, but a sheep? Hannibal let out a short laugh. He was enjoying talking to this meal and decided he wanted to keep going.

“But I don’t think that’s what’s mainly causing your arousal. Why did you decide to join the Prey FBI, Will? Sheep are usually timid creatures, aren’t they?” Hannibal smiled at the offended look on the ram’s face.

“That’s not true. We aren’t weak or timid. That’s just a stereotype.”

“A stereotype? But how would a predator animal know anything about the stereotypes in Land of Prey? It’s not a stereotype, Will. It’s a fact. Sheep are timid. Even fully grown rams with massive horns are timid. Maybe not so with other rams, but against a predator? A ram will always flee before it tries to fight. A ram’s horns are not nearly as deadly as a feline’s teeth or claws. A ram’s legs are not capable of running faster than a leopard. A ram is not physically strong enough to pin even another prey animal of the same weight down. Those are the limitations of your species. You are weak, Will. And if you just listened to your instincts you’d know that you are also one of the most timid species on this planet. They aren’t stereotypes, Will. They’re facts.”

Will shook his head.

“Now your arousal, I think that has a lot to do with your adrenalin and reclaiming your instincts. Please, let me explain,” he squeezed the sheep’s wrists in his fist. Not enough to break bones, but he wanted to drive home how very weak Will was. He wanted Will to know he could break his bones and with very little effort.

The man went on, “You haven’t been listening to your base instincts, Will. And now, for the first time, you did. You ran from me. It must have felt so good to give in to yourself. It was for me. Listening to your instincts arouses you. Your own fear of me arouses you. It makes you hard knowing that I could so easily snap your neck with my teeth. That you’re powerless against me. That you really are just a defenseless, weak, scared ram with scurs instead of horns. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, and you have been trying, haven’t you? You are aroused by the fact- yes fact that you are food that I can eat or do with you as I please. That’s why you’re hard.

Will shook his head again. Hannibal could see that he didn’t want to accept the predator’s words.

“Stop thinking, Will. Just follow your instincts. What are your instincts telling you to do right now?”

“Fight. Run. Get away,” Will admitted.

“Then go on. Fight. Try to get away. I’m a predator and I’m going to eat you. Listen to your instincts.” Hannibal smiled down at his prey hoping the ram would follow his advice. Much like Will, he too was aroused at giving in to his instincts.

At first it didn’t look like the sheep would give in, but then the snow leopard watched the ram’s eyes suddenly get crazed and his movements became erratic. He felt the thin wrists of his prey struggle in his grasp. Then he saw the ram’s leg come up and kick at his stomach. It didn’t hurt much, instead it made Hannibal’s cock leak. He couldn’t wholly give into his own instincts no matter how good it felt however. The ram would be dead in a matter of seconds if he did. And he really wanted to enjoy this.

Hannibal began unbuttoning his suit and shirt with one hand, then moved on to his pants. There was already a wet spot on the front of the expensive trousers. He was about to pull out his cock when he felt pain lace his lower arm a little below the elbow. It was the arm holding the prey’s wrists. The ram had actually managed, in its erratic struggle, to cut him with its tiny scurs.

An overwhelming well-up of instincts almost overtook the snow leopard and he had to just stop himself from ripping out the sheep’s throat. Instead he took a few deep breaths before standing up with the ram’s wrists still clutched tightly in his fist. He grabbed hold of the animal’s ankles in his other hand and lifted his prey up by its limbs. Hannibal carried the struggling animal back into his bedroom. He quickly handcuffed Will to the headboard, then took a step back. The animal struggled for a while more, then seemed to come out of its crazed state. It looked around before resting its eyes on Hannibal.

“Did you enjoy that?”

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Will calmed down. He was no longer in the hallway. He was handcuffed to the bed he’d woken up on not too long ago. He knew it was useless, but he unsuccessfully tried to get his wrists free of the cuffs. Hannibal just watched him, waiting for an answer. What was the question? Oh.

“Did I enjoy struggling for my life because I’d just been told another animal was going to eat me? Are you insane?”

The ram heard the leopard chuckle. “Oh? But you’re still so very hard. And you really can’t explain it, can you? And don’t give me your empathy excuse this time. We both know that isn’t it.”

Will didn’t know what to say. He was undeniably hard. Giving in to his instincts had amplified his arousal and he didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t understand it himself. This creature might be teasing him now, but he was going to eat him. Will was powerless against him and he would die. It didn’t matter how he struggled or how he tried to run or fight. He’d been caught, pinned to the ground, and now handcuffed with no way of escape to the predator’s bed. Why was just the thought making him leak precum? It’s not like Will wanted to die. He wanted to escape back to Land of Prey. What was wrong with him?

“Something’s wrong with me,” Will admitted.

Will watched the snow leopard climb up on the bed. His legs were on either side of Will’s hips. His hands on either side of Will’s head. The animal was staring down at him with intense eyes. “Nothing is wrong with you, Will. I can smell you.”

Will watched Hannibal Lecter lean down and press his nose to a vein in Will’s neck.

“Your scent is telling me that you have a very healthy amount of fear right now. Which is to be expected. And your arousal…that is simply an instinctual awakening. And it quite possibly might have something to do with having an animal bigger than yourself take control of you.” The ram watched the leopard smile sadistically. “Tell me Will, have you ever had sexual fantasies regarding masochism, or even further, bdsm?”

Will blushed, not wholly forgetting his fear, but almost. “No. And I’m straight.”

He heard the leopard chuckle again. “I very much doubt that.”

The animal suddenly stuck out a tongue and licked up a vein in Will’s neck. “I can both feel and hear your pulse, Will. It’s very erotic. You should know that I am bisexual and that I find you mouth-watering in more than one way.”

Will couldn’t understand the other animal. The ram was food to this creature and yet the snow leopard was sexually aroused by him? That couldn’t be. “What do you mean?” Will needed clarification.

“I thought it was obvious, but I guess not.” Will watched the animal reach a long arm over to his nightstand a pull out a pair of scissors from the drawer. Will’s heart beat faster; his fear was back. The animal unzipped Will’s jacket and took the scissors to his sweater, cutting it up the middle. Then the animal unbuttoned his collared shirt. Will’s bare chest heaved with quickening breaths.

“This is what I mean,” Hannibal said before licking one of Will’s perky nipples. Will’s eyes bulged when the animal tugged on the nipple with its teeth.

“No, don’t!” Will screamed.

The snow leopard took his teeth off the bud and kissed it instead. “Do not worry, ram. I won’t be tearing it off…yet. I wish to play with you first.”

Will began struggling again when the animal began unbuttoning Will’s pants and pulling down his trousers and boxers. The ram’s feeble strength didn’t do much and Hannibal was able to easily take them off him. Then the creature just looked down at Will’s naked body. Will blushed and turned his head away. Hannibal palmed Will’s hard prick and pumped it a few times.

“That was exciting, Will. Did you know that I’ve never seen a prey animal with clothes on before today? Seeing you wear clothes is exciting,” the animal pressed his thumb to the head of Will’s prick, getting the ram’s precome on his finger. “But taking them off you is even more so.”

Then the leopard did something that truly surprised him. The animal pressed his lips to Will’s and dove his commanding tongue inside Will’s mouth to explore. Will tried to shake his head to dislodge the beast, but Hannibal held Will’s jaw with a hand.

How could this predator want to do this with him? It made no sense. Will was food, wasn’t he? That’s what the predators kept telling him. It was hard to wrap his brain around, but if he was food, then why would the snow leopard want to do any of this with him? He was acting like Will was a sexual partner. It was like if Will decided to suddenly kiss a daisy pie that had just come out of the oven. That was just weird.

When the animal broke the kiss, Will spoke up. “Why did you just do that? Why are you doing any of this? I thought you wanted to eat me.”

Hannibal chuckled again. “Are you eager for me to eat you, Will? Don’t worry, we’ll get to that, but right now I really want something a little different. And I think you want this too. You’re still hard.”

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Hannibal wanted to drag this whole thing out, but he was also growing impatient. A prey animal was handcuffed to his bed and struggling to get free, all the while hard as a rock. Hannibal was hard too. His arousal was an aching need to conquer and claim the ram as his own. He wanted to thrust his cock inside the ram’s tight virgin hole. He wanted to come inside him…and he also, oddly enough, wanted to piss on the animal. That he was far too dignified to do. Though he supposed if he gave into his instinct more, he’d have the ram’s whole body drenched in his piss, and of course, his scent.

Hannibal reached over to his night stand again and this time pulled out a small jar of lube. He saw the ram’s eyes widen at the object and Hannibal suppressed another chuckle. The leopard finally freed his cock from his trousers. He felt his ego inflate a bit when he saw his prey’s eyes widen even further at the size and girth of his organ. It was big even for a predator.

“I will be hurting you, Will, but be good and try to relax. This part doesn’t have to hurt too much. I want you to enjoy it at least a tenth as much as I will,” the leopard said. “Now, don’t make me have to do this the hard way. Don’t make me hurt you, Will. Be cooperative and spread your legs for me.”

The leopard watched the sheep shake its head. “Please no. You can’t do this. This is rape. You’re about to commit a serious crime. You can’t-”

“Will, you’re forgetting that you’re food again.” The leopard sighed. “This isn’t rape. You are food without rights. What crime am I committing?” In truth Hannibal was committing many crimes. Very serious crimes, like the ram had said. But fucking a prey animal wasn’t one of them, or at least fucking a corpse from the grocery store wasn’t, not that anyone did. That was a bit much. But Hannibal had purchased a live prey animal on the black market and was keeping it in his home. That was illegal, yes. But what he was about to do would still not be considered rape. He was just playing with his food. If the court found out about all of this, rape would not be on the list of charges. It was almost funny.

Hannibal pressed his now lubed cockhead at the ram’s twitching virgin pucker. “Is it true that you’ve never been penetrated?”

“Please don’t!”

“Answer the question, Will.”

The ram looked frightened, though its prick was still hard. After a while it said, “It’s true. I’m a virgin, so please-”

Hannibal thrust the tip of his head past the ram’s tight sphincter. The leopard felt bliss as he heard Will scream. The sheep clearly hadn’t been able to relax enough and his hole had torn just the tiniest bit. Hannibal smelled blood. He licked his lips before thrusting all the way inside the constricting inner walls of his prey.

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Pain. It was pain. The snow leopard’s cock was huge. It forced its way inside Will’s tight virgin hole with no mercy. Will screamed and pulled at the handcuffs. Will knew that he wouldn’t be able to break them, but he continued to struggle. He felt his wrists chafe as he twisted and pulled, trying to free himself. He kicked his feet at the leopard. Nothing stopped the large cock from thrusting in and out of his ass.

Hannibal’s cock was like a solid gun, uncompromising and heavy. It felt no remorse as it hurt him. Will’s rectum was delicate like thin paper. It stood no chance as it was forced to open up and tear apart. Will knew he must be bleeding down there.

He felt the animal lick up his neck. Will tried to kick at him harder. He couldn’t tell if any of his kicks landed. He was frenzied. He needed to escape somehow. It hurt so much. In. Out. In. Out. The thrusts kept coming. They stretched the walls of his ass further than they could go. It was brutal.

After a while, Hannibal maneuvered him so that Will was on his stomach. The leopard forced his ass up and plunged downward into his tight hole from a new angle. The pain continued. And Will continued to fight, to flee. Will didn’t know how long he was in any of the positions the leopard put him in, but eventually he was on his back again.

Will couldn’t possibly know how long his rape lasted. It felt like an eternity. His wrists were bleeding from trying so desperately to free himself from the cuffs. His legs were tired from kicking. Will was utterly exhausted and just lay on the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks. He felt a tongue on his cheek, licking his tears. Will turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. He was exhausted. He felt the leopard lick his neck.

Eventually Will felt something warm dribble out of his abused hole. The liquid cooled on his ass as it made its way down his crack. He hadn’t felt the animal’s cock leave him.

So it was over. The snow leopard had come inside him.

“Will, are you unconscious?”

He didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t want to watch as the animal devoured him. There was no fight left in Will’s small ram body and he was completely defenseless.

He felt a hand in his wool. Will opened his eyes, but saw nothing.

“Ah, you are awake. Good.”

For a moment, nothing happened. Then Will felt something press against his abused pucker. Hannibal’s cock slowly thrust back into him until Will could feel the animal’s large balls touch his ass. The cock stretched him out again, but it didn’t hurt as much as last time. Then the leopard began a brutal pace once more. Will had no energy left. He closed his eyes again and waited for his life to end.

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But it didn’t end. When Hannibal was done with him the second time, the man left the room and came back a while later.

He must have fallen asleep, because he was awoken by the snow leopard calling him.

“Will? Wake up, Will.”

The ram opened his eyes. The leopard was now fully dressed and was sitting on the edge of the bed. Will saw the animal’s hand petting the wool on his head again.

Will began to cry silently. “Please, kill me,” he begged. “Eat me. Just make it end.”

“There’s something nice about you begging me to make you into a meal, Will. No doubt about that,” The animal said, caressing Will’s cheek now. “Honestly, hearing those words…are you trying to arouse me again?” The leopard smiled and looked over Will’s naked body. He lightly felt down will’s chest and stomach. He wrapped a hand around Will’s flaccid cock. Pumped once, then let go.

“Taking your virginity in that way…it wasn’t exactly what I wanted, what I had planned, but you must understand, I couldn’t help myself. Like devouring an exquisite dish, I couldn’t stop myself from brutalizing you.” Hannibal sighed. “I had planned to slide into you sweetly. I would make you beg me to fuck you. You wouldn’t be able to get enough. I would make you cum…but that isn’t what happened. You didn’t enjoy yourself at all, did you?”

Will stared at the nightstand and didn’t reply.

“No, you didn’t. You even hurt yourself in your useless effort to flee.” Hannibal took out a key from his suit pocket and freed Will’s wrists. Hannibal stared at the dried blood and sighed again.

Will watched Hannibal leave the room. Now was his chance. He wasn’t restrained to the bed anymore. He could escape, he could…

He couldn’t. He was too tired to move. He continued to lay on the bed until the animal came back.

“This should ease your pain,” he heard the leopard say as the animal gently spread ointment onto the cuts in his wrists. The relief was instantaneous. He watched as Hannibal got between his legs and coated two of his fingers in the ointment. The leopard slowly and carefully inserted them inside Will, spreading the healing lotion onto his rectal walls.

Will sighed in relief. Then he locked eyes with his rapist. “Why?”

“I do not have everything I need to cook you just yet. And it would be rude to keep you in pain.” The snow leopard stood up. “I am not cruel, Will. I simply wish to partake in everything you have to offer.”

“I’m not offering anything.”

“As a prey animal, you are offering everything.”

Will didn’t respond.

“Rest Will, I want to eat a healthy ram,” Hannibal said before leaving the room. Will closed his eyes and slept.

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Will woke up to a dark room. The ram felt something soft around his right wrist. He tugged at his wrist, but he was stuck. He waited for his eyes to adjust. He looked up to find his wrist in the grasp of a furry pink handcuff. The other cuff was around a wooden pole of the bed’s headboard. His other wrist was free.

Suddenly Will heard a light snore by his left side. He turned his head to see the snow leopard sleeping inches from him.

Will tested the strength of the handcuffs. They were made cheaply. Clearly just a sex toy. Now was his chance to escape. All he had to do was tug hard, break the handcuffs, and run. But what if it was a trap? Was the snow leopard really sleeping, or just waiting for Will to flee so the leopard could hunt him down and pounce on him again? Maybe this was all just a game to the other animal.

Will lay awake listening for over an hour to see if the predator was actually asleep, but Will must have fallen asleep again. He woke to the feel of a hand playing with his stubby tail. Will was now on his front.

The ram opened an eye. The room was bright, but not overly so. Was it morning?

The hand on his tail gave a playful tug. Will grunted.

“Good morning, Will. Did you sleep well? I hope you don’t still hurt,” he heard the snow leopard say.

The ram turned his head to look at the naked chest of the snow leopard. The predator was propped up on an elbow. His other hand still played with Will’s dark, fluffy tail.

“Stop, don’t touch me,” Will said, unhappily.

“I can do whatever I wish to my property,” came the animal’s reply.

“My tail is not your property.”

“Not all of it, no.” The leopard fell silent for a minute, then asked a question. “What happened to the rest of your tail? Did you lose it in an accident?”

Will blinked and sat up. He looked at the stubby tail behind him. It didn’t look any different than it had always looked. At least, Will couldn’t remember what his tail had looked like before the age of three when his tail had been long.

“What do you mean? My tail is fine.”

Hannibal raised an eyebrow. “It’s been docked.”

What on earth was the predator getting at? “Of course it has.”

“Why? Had you hurt it?”

“No.”

“Then why has it been cut off?”

Will smiled. Was this the first sign that Land of Prey was the more civilized? “Do they not dock lamb tails here?”

“They do,” Hannibal said simply. “They dock the tails of the lambs in the farms, but why would Land of Prey do that?”

“Health reasons.”

Now it was time for Hannibal to smile. “Elaborate.”

“It’s more sanitary to have short tails, at least for lambs anyway. Lambs get their tails docked at the age of three.”

The snow leopard’s smile grew. “Is that what you’ve been taught? If so, I think I understand now.” Hannibal pulled at Will’s stubby tail again. “What do they tell you happens after a tail is docked?”

“What do you mean?” Will had no idea why the animal was so fascinated with docking. The ram looked at the leopard’s rather long and muscular white, spotted tail. It flicked in amusement.

“What happens to the rest of the tail, Will?”

Will blinked. He didn’t know, but did it matter? “It’s probably thrown out. Probably cremated, or something.”

“No, I don’t think so. Did you know that in a Land of Predator grocery store, the tail is the cheapest part of the lamb? It’s always the most abundantly stocked part as well.” The beast looked Will in the eyes. “It all makes sense now. They must ship most of them from Land of Prey.”

“What?”

“No doubt the citizens, or even the government in Land of Prey, for that matter, don’t have any idea that this is going on. It must all be run by Land of Predator. Land of Predator has set up almost everything in Land of Prey. The government, the school system, the jobs, everything. Land of Predator controls everything. Population control, knowledge control, even sometimes the ‘natural’ disasters.

Will just looked that the predator like the animal was insane. “That doesn’t make sense. How would that even be possible? Just because you think lambs get docked for Land of Predator’s benefit…it’s too grand scale. That sort of system would be impossible.”

“Predators are taught about how Land of Prey works from an early age. I just didn’t know about the docking. Will, listen, Land of Prey is not what you think it is. It isn’t a nation separated from Land of Predator. It is a large cage within the world that is controlled by Predators. There isn’t actually a Land of Predator at all. It’s all one. One big world.”

“The wall…”

“Is to keep you in and us out. It’s a deterrent for us Predators to not just steal what we want without paying for it. Prey is food, a commodity that is worth money. The government has set a price for it. Farmers breed and raise prey in farms and then butcher them and sell them to grocery stores.”

“But if you have your own farms and aren’t allowed to steal from Land of Prey then what is even the purpose of Land of Prey to begin with? Wouldn’t it make more sense for it to be a farm too?” Will couldn’t wrap his mind around it all. Land of Prey was just some big cage?

“Simple. Insurance.” The leopard watched the smaller animal turn on its side and fully face him. The ram was so slender and the morning sun had its pale, nude frame, shining in its glow. Hannibal suppressed licking his lips. He placed his hand on the ram’s hip. The ram visibly tensed.

“What do you think happens when the farms have a bad season? Low birth rates? Widespread disease of our livestock?” Hannibal squeezed the animal’s hip. He heard Will make the tiniest of grunts. “The government sets about recouping losses by using Land of Prey. Our citizens need to eat and our economy needs to flourish, you see.”

“But if people were being taken from Land of Prey en mass, wouldn’t we hear about it?” Will asked.

“I told you this already. Land of Predator can control Land of Prey to an extent. Some of your natural disasters are not, in fact, natural at all. Sometimes they don’t even exist. Three years ago there was a virus that spread to all the farms in five towns in Land of Predator. We lost so much livestock. Prices in stores skyrocketed. The government had to step in and come up with a plan. They decided to use a large town in Land of Prey to restock our grocery store shelves.

“In the middle of the night the LOPCF—the Land of Prey Control Force—flew helicopters over the town and released a sleeping agent into the air. Once it was confirmed that the town was fully drugged, the prey animals were shipped out to Land of Predator to be butchered and sold. When the entire town was fully evacuated, the LOPCF set fire to the area. The mission was a success and prices in grocery stores went back down.”

“No,” Will said tonelessly. “You don’t mean the catastrophe in Daisyfield, do you?”

“Daisyfield? I never found out the name of the place. We Predators don’t concern ourselves with useless information from Land of Prey.

“There was a huge fire. It was insane. The entire town was destroyed. It even branched off into the next town. By that time they were able to put out the flames, every single citizen from Daisyfield had perished. The only ones that made it out alive were citizens from the neighboring town. It was a very big deal. It was on the news for weeks even though the town was on the other side of the country.”

The snow leopard nodded. ‘That’s probably the one then.”

“It was all Land of Predator’s doing?”

Will only received a nod in response.

“So that’s it? It’s just one big cage that’s being completely controlled? We have no free will?”

Hannibal sniffed Will’s delicious-smelling neck. He couldn’t help taking a lick. He felt the ram stiffen in his grasp. “Oh, you had free will. To an extent. Within the confines of the cage.”

“It sounds like we didn’t.”

Hannibal trailed his tongue up the ram’s throat. He could feel Will’s rapid pulse through his tongue. “You chose to be in the Prey FBI, didn’t you? You choose to go against your instincts.”

Hannibal let his tongue trace the ram’s delicate jaw. He could feel the animal try to move away from him, but the snow leopard held the ram against his chest. Hannibal licked close to Will’s lips, only teasing. The predator didn’t actually care for a kiss. Will’s reaction was priceless. The defenseless ram put a hand over the leopard’s mouth in an effort to stop the assault. A small “no,” came from the creature.

Hannibal could feel the ram’s slender fingers against his lips. He took the opportunity to lick a digit and suck it into his mouth. Will gasped. The leopard wanted to bite down, sever the finger, and enjoy a bit of what was to come later, but Hannibal knew he couldn’t. He’d need to bandage the wound. And the ram would be in shock. He didn’t want or have time for that. He needed to get to work soon.

“Please,” Will begged in a small voice. He could feel his finger incased in a wet warmth. The beast was licking and sucking at the digit. Will knew that the creature would bite down any second. Will would be screaming soon. He begged again, “Please don’t.”

Hannibal hummed in appreciation. Will’s pleas were divine. Better than the opera. He gave one last lick to the underside of the ram’s index finger and let it go.

“You had freedom, Will. You had a choice no matter what situation you were in. You chose your clothes, your friends, your path in life—everything. You were in a cage, yes, but you were free in that cage.”

“Confinement isn’t freedom. My choices were limited by the cage,” Will countered in a shaky voice. He wiped his hand on the bedspread.

Hannibal sighed. “Yes, technically you were not free, but you were safe. Now you are free, but in danger. And this new freedom of yours makes you more confined than ever.”

Hannibal got up and began changing for work. “I believe if we look at it with a different perspective, you’re lucky Will.” The snow leopard couldn’t take his eyes off the ram that was spread out on his bed as he buttoned his shirt. “You are outside the cage. You know the truth. You aren’t just some mindless sheep anymore. But you also have to brace yourself for life outside. In the cage you were safe, comfortable. You had a chance to live your life to its fullest in ignorance. You would have most likely married, had kids, grown old and passed on without ever knowing your very existence amounted to being a piece of meat in an overstocked, spare storage unit.

"Now you are free from the storage unit, have accessibility to knowledge, but will most definitely be eaten. You are in the real world, and for a prey animal, that is a very scary place for you to be."

Will didn’t watch Hannibal leave the room when he eventually left for work. He just stared, unblinking, at the ceiling. No matter what Hannibal said, Will understood now. He got that his life was, and had always been, meaningless. And that’s true for all prey animals. They were the losers of the world and they didn’t even know it. The citizens in Land of Prey actually thought of themselves as winners. They were civilized unlike those in Land of Predator. Will knew that was the byproduct of the information control. How genius it all was. There they were, prisoners in a cage, the lowest form of life, and they thought they were big shit.

Fuck.

Chapter Text

Hannibal made breakfast and drove to the office. While in his customized Bentley, he once more thought about how he was going to cook the ram. He decided to go to the store after work and pick up another few bottles of wine to try.

He arrived at the building half an hour before his first client was scheduled. He gave a polite greeting to his receptionist, Suzan. Suzan was a fox who’d been working with him at another company before Hannibal had established his own practice. Apparently she enjoyed working for him far more and Hannibal was not blind to the reason. Suzan had been coerced into servicing her previous boss sexually for over a year before she eventually quit. At the time, she made appointments with Hannibal, who’d just started his practice. He was surprised to see the acquaintance, but apparently Suzan felt as though she couldn’t see any of the physiatrists at her, then, place of work. She thought Hannibal would be easier to talk to as he had worked there not too long ago.

Hannibal listened to her problems and eventually asked her if she’d like to come work for him. She was hesitant about leaving her job, so Hannibal gave her the push she needed. He killed her previous boss and invited her to dine on him. He never told her what he’d done for her or that the pork roast was actually her boss. After the incident she came over to his company.

Suzan had been working the front desk for a little over five years now.

“Good morning, Suzan.” Hannibal had started calling her by her first name after they began sleeping together.

“Good morning, Dr. Lecter,” Suzan said with a coy smile. “Your first appointment of the day is with Mr. James Barson in exactly half an hour. Also, I rescheduled Mrs. Kelly Trem to Tuesday at 4:30.

“Thank you, Suzan. Did Mrs. Trem say why?”

“She said her child is sick again.” Suzan gave a skeptical look.

“Ah, her husband must be out of town then.”

The fox giggled. It wasn’t the norm for Hannibal to gossip about his clients to his receptionist, but Suzan had once been friends with Kelly Trem. She told Hannibal all about their school days as he’d thrusted into her dripping cunt.

Once in his office, Hannibal looked over James Barson’s file. There wasn’t much. Today would be their first session. The snow leopard scanned the one document with mild interest. Mr. Barson was a thirty-three year old stoat. He was gay and currently living with his partner in their downtown apartment. He was on the short side, as most small predators are and had an allergy to treenuts. The appointment had been made because Mr. Barson wanted to discuss a problem in his relationship.

Hannibal sighed and put down the file. Mr. Barson didn’t interest him in the slightest. He instead used his remaining moments to think about how his little lamb back home would try and escape. No doubt Will would be frantically looking for a way out, not that Hannibal would have left the handcuff key. He’d switched the ram’s handcuffs to softer ones so the animal’s wrists could heal, though Will would still be struggling to get out.

Poor Will, he still hadn’t fully comprehended the dangers that would await him if he was ever unlucky enough to get out. Hannibal’s apartment was currently the safest place for the ram, even if it would be a short stay.

Suddenly the phone on Hannibal’s desk rang. The leopard picked it up.

“Dr. Lecter,” Suzan said. “Mr. James Barson is here to see you.”

Hannibal looked at his watch. Five minutes late. “Send him up please. Thank you, Suzan.” Hannibal hung up.

A moment later Hannibal heard three soft less-than-confidant knocks on the wooden door. Hannibal went over and let the man in with a polite greeting. He ushered Mr. Barson to the couch while he sat on a large wingback armchair.

“Please, Mr. Barson, tell me why you are here with me today. I see in your file you wish to discuss some relationship problems?” He phrased it as if it were a question.

“Y-yes.” The stoat paused. Hannibal assessed his appearance. Mr. Barson was a short, skinny man with beady eyes. He wore frayed pants and his jacket looked like it was at least ten years old. Clearly the super expensive downtown apartment belonged to the boyfriend.

“My partner and I, well, my boyfriend, he…” Mr. Barson paused again. The stoat looked around the room as if he were trying to find hidden cameras.

“Mr. Barson, anything you discuss with me is completely confidential. Please be at ease. Would you like some tea?”

“Oh, no, thank you. It’s just hard to talk about.” Hannibal nodded encouragingly. “Dr. Lecter, right?” Hannibal nodded again. “Dr. Lecter, have you ever…now I don’t know if this is a large carnivore thing, but…well…do you ever have, uh, sex with smaller predators and, uh…”

“Go on, Mr. Barson. I’m sure whatever fetish you and your partner are into is completely natural.”

“No, well yes. It is a…fetish. For him. Not for me. I just go along with it because it makes him happy.” Hannibal waited for the weasel to continue. “You see, during winter my coat turns white.” Hannibal was well aware. “And well, my partner Eli. Eli is a wolf. Anyway, it started with a nickname. Eli calls me his snow bunny when my coat is all white like this. He says I look cute like a white rabbit.”

Hannibal made a short note in Mr. Barson’s file about Eli the wolf.

“Anyway, that’s how it started. But recently Eli’s been wanting to get kinkier in the bedroom. He wants to roleplay.”

“What are some of your roleplays?” the snow leopard asked when the stoat stopped talking.

“Well it’s really only one roleplay. Eli likes to pretend that I really am a bunny. When we have sex he pins me to the bed and…” the man blushed before continuing. “He likes to call me his prey and says I look delicious. He likes to chase me around the apartment. I always run on top of the bed and then we…uh, yeah.” The stoat paused for a long time. “I guess I’m just asking if that’s normal for large predator animals. You for instance. Do you ever pretend that your partner is a prey animal during sex?”

The stoat had no idea how common his partner’s fantasies were. Hannibal had many a client who’d come in for this exact thing. Because of a predator’s innate hunting instincts, and the fact that predators were unable to find an outlet for such instincts, they tended to mix their hunting instincts with their sex drive. That and the fact that predators like to feel dominant.

Though Hannibal had never before mixed lust with the urge to hunt…not until he’d purchased a live prey animal. Hannibal never imagined his sexual partners to be prey. He’d never imagined prey to trigger his sexual instincts either…until Will. Will was just so alluring in every possible way. His scent, his body, his mind. Hannibal wanted it all, was aroused by it all, and hungered for it all. He needed to be inside Will. He needed Will to be inside his stomach. And there was something else there too. Will interested him in a wholly other way. Will’s mind interested him. He wanted to learn more about the ram. He wanted to know what made him tick, what his problems were (the ones that weren’t obvious), and what truly aroused him.

Hannibal had never seen another sexual partner, another predator, the same way. He didn’t pretend they were his prey. He would never sleep with someone he deemed food. The rude were food and nothing more. They were disgusting. He wouldn’t touch them in that way. He wouldn’t let them touch him in that way.

That’s another reason why Will was so remarkable. Will Graham was not rude, but he was prey. He wasn’t a predator, but he was a sexual partner, willing or otherwise.

Hannibal suddenly wondered about Will’s sexual exploits. He knew the ram had been a virgin, but surly he’d had some sexual or flirtatious contact. And Will must have viewed pornography from time to time. What did he watch?

“Do you, Dr. Lecter?”

Hannibal was pulled from his thoughts. The stoat wanted to know what was normal. The psychiatrist decided to mess with the stoat a bit. “No Mr. Barson, I haven’t. In fact, I worry for your partner. I’ve never heard of such fantasies and it has me worried that he may not be eating a well-balanced, meat-filled diet. Please watch what he eats from now on. You wouldn’t want roleplay in the bedroom to lead to you being on a plate in the kitchen.”

The stoat gasped. “You think he might lose his mind and try to actually eat me? It always seemed so sex-fueled though.”

“Tell me Mr. Barson, is rabbit Eli’s favorite food?”

“Well, I don’t think it’s his favorite exactly, but he does seem to like it every time I cook it for dinner. Maybe it is his favorite. Maybe he does actually want to eat me. You think I should get him help?”

Hannibal hid his smile. Weasels were so jumpy; they were far too easy to mess with. There was no doubt in the leopard’s mind that the wolf just wanted some kinky predator-on-prey roleplay in the bedroom.

“That is a possibility,” he said.

When he was done for the day, Hannibal left his office, gave Suzan a short goodbye, and headed to the store. He decided to not only get the wine, but pick up a little something for Will as well.

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Will had spent most of the day figuring out what he should do. He eventually decided it would be best to pretend that the handcuffs could hold him. He didn’t want to just break free and run out of the apartment without a plan in place. Land of Predator was dangerous.

So he stayed where he was, handcuffed to the bedpost, all day. He knew today wasn’t the day to run. He needed to prepare a few items first. He needed a hooded sweatshirt, something that could cover his ears. He needed sunglasses. Basically he just didn’t want to go strolling down the street looking like the prey animal he was. It was like holding up a sign that read: EAT ME!

After he got his disguise, he’d need some type of weapon. The leopard had taken his bullets so he couldn’t use his gun. That meant he needed something else, hopefully he’d be able to steal away a knife from the kitchen.

After that he could leave. This was both the hardest and easiest part of the operation. Hard because someone might recognize him as a prey animal. Will didn’t want to know what would happen to him if some random predator came across him. It was the easiest part because Will already had a destination in mind: the police. Will would go to the nearest police station and he’d tell them everything. He’d start by showing his Prey FBI ID, then tell them about the kidnappings in Land of Prey. He’d explain how prey animals were being illegally auctioned in Land of Predator, then end with how he was kidnapped and auctioned while investigating. They’d take his statement and drive him to the boarder.

Once in Land of Prey, he’d contact Jack Crawford and regale his tale to him as well. Land of Prey would finally learn the truth about the world and they would put a stop to this whole cage business…somehow.

Hopefully Will wouldn’t have to wait too long before he could put his plan into action. He didn’t even know how much time he had before the snow leopard decided to eat him. Would it be tonight?

And what if it was? What could Will do about that? How could he convince the leopard not to eat him? Knowing what he did about Hannibal, there was an obvious answer, but Will wasn’t ready to go through the traumatic experience of being ra—

Will stopped the thought in its tracks. He hadn’t thought about what had happened to him all day and he wasn’t going to start now. No, he wasn’t going to let the beast use him like that again.

After hours of doing nothing, part of Will hoped the leopard would be home soon. Hannibal Lecter scared him, but the ram really needed to use the bathroom, that and he hadn’t eaten anything all day.

After a while, Will fell asleep.

He was awoken sometime later to the sound of the apartment door opening. Will sat up in bed and waited. He heard the leopard walk around for a bit. Then heard the sound of pots and pans. It was a while later when Hannibal came to check on him.

“Good Afternoon, Will” Hannibal said after opening the door.

Will didn’t say anything. He watched as the leopard walked up to the bed. The sun had already gone down and Hannibal turned on the light. The leopard inspected Will’s cuffed wrist.

At the lack of no new injuries or bruising the Snow leopard commented, “It doesn’t appear you tried too hard to escape today.”

“My wrist still hurts,” was Will’s reply.

He watched Hannibal nod. Then the leopard rested a hand on Will’s neck and trailed it all the way down, stopping at his hip, then proceeding to his calf. Will couldn’t help shuddering under the larger animal’s touch and gaze.

Hannibal pulled out a small set of keys from his pocket and freed the handcuff from the bedpost. Will still had the other cuff locked around his wrist. Hannibal lightly pulled the handcuff and Will got off the bed.

“You must be hungry Will,” the snow leopard said.

The ram wanted to give a sarcastic reply, but decided against it. Antagonizing his captor would not keep him alive. He simply nodded. Hannibal was about to walk them to the dining room, until Will stopped. Hannibal turned back around, waiting for Will to speak.

“I need to use the bathroom first,” Will admitted.

“Ah, of course. Let me show you the way.” It was less of Hannibal showing Will and more of Hannibal leading the ram. The handcuffs acted like a leash.

The leopard opened the bathroom door and allowed Will to enter. When Will turned to close the door, Hannibal was still there, waiting against the doorframe.

Will sighed. “You can at least let go of the handcuff. There is nowhere for me to run in this bathroom.”

“Will, you wouldn’t be able to outrun me even if there were a way to escape. You already know that.” But the leopard did let go of the cuff.

Will turned to face the toilet and pretended Hannibal wasn’t behind him. It was a pretty spacious bathroom for an apartment. The tub was large and the sink was made of marble. It looked modern, but also had a certain antique class. The tub was a white clawfoot. The mirror had a gold frame with leaves and roses intertwining around the oval mirror. The floor was a black marble tile to match the sink.

When he was done, the snow leopard led him to the dining room. This room was done in blues with a rectangular mahogany table in the center a vase of sunflowers sat in the middle as the centerpiece. Will was so hungry he could have eaten a few petals.

Once he was seated, Hannibal removed the handcuff from his wrist and cuffed his ankle to the chair leg instead. It was weird to sit on a chair naked and it made Will self-conscious.

Then the leopard left the room and came back with their meals. He rested a large bowl of salad in front of Will and a plate with something Will didn’t recognize for himself.

“I hope you like the dressing Will, it’s homemade,” the leopard said before raising a fork and knife and cutting a sliver of whatever it was he was eating. Will took a bite of his salad. It was good. Filled with radicchio lettuce, fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, crutons, and the best dressing Will had ever had. He took another bite. Then he looked back at Hannibal.

“The dressing is good. What are you eating?”

“Steak,” the predator said simply.

“What’s steak?”

Hannibal looked at him and smiled. “Cow.”

Cow. Will was having a hard time processing the information. Hannibal was eating a cow, or part of a cow. A cow. Will had known a cow. In kindergarten. The girl Will used to play with at recess was a cow. Molly. Her name was Molly.

The monster in front of him was eating a cow.

Will lost his appetite.

Hannibal noticed this. “Will, it’s rude if you don’t finish your meal. Here, try some wine. The animal got out of its seat and poured Will a glass with the hand he used to hold his knife. The knife that cut through a cow. Will held back his vomit.

“Will, I would be very unhappy if you were to be sick in my dining room.”

Will watched the leopard sit back down and take another bite. Will looked away. Will focused on the glass of wine. He brought the cup to his lips and poured the liquid into his mouth. It didn’t taste very good. He looked down at his salad. He forced himself to keep eating even though he could hear Hannibal eating not too far away.

They didn’t converse much through diner, but Hannibal did ask Will what he thought of the wine. Will just shook his head.

“Yes, you’re right,” the leopard said. “It’s not quite right, is it?”

After dinner, Hannibal led Will back to the bedroom and handcuffed him to the bedpost again. Will didn’t complain until Hannibal began undressing.

“Hush, Will,” Hannibal said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m sure you are going to enjoy yourself this time.”

Chapter Text

“No! Stop! Get away!”

Hannibal continued taking off his clothes. When he was fully nude, he got on top of the bed. On top of Will.

The ram continued to protest as Hannibal licked at his right nipple and thumbed the left. Hannibal made sure to use gentle touches. He was curious to see what the prey animal looked like in ecstasy.

Will turned his head and looked away. He knew that any second now he would feel sharp, stabbing pain in his rectum. Will wanted to struggle. He knew he could break the handcuffs, but that would put an end to his plans of escape.

The ram felt tears roll down his cheeks. He had to endure this torture if he ever wanted to escape. He mentally prepared himself for the pain.

But none came. At least not yet. Will felt the predator’s hands on him, playing with him. He felt fingers curl around his member, coaxing it to harden. He felt a tongue lick his pucker. He felt a wet finger breach his entrance. It still hadn’t hurt yet. The finger moved this way and that, in and out. The finger was removed and replaced with two. Two very slippery fingers toyed with his small pink hole before dipping inside. They moved gently inside him. They stretched him. They didn’t hurt. Not yet.

The hand that was pumping his cock was working leisurely, as if the beast was just teasing him. It worked to get him hard. Will hated it. He hated that the leopard was better at playing with his body than Will, himself was. He was mad that he couldn’t wholly say it didn’t feel good.

But the predator still hadn’t put his tool inside him. That, Will knew, was sure to hurt.

Will felt Hannibal remove his fingers, then felt a blunt object against his hole. Will knew this feeling. It was a warning. This was it. The pain was about to come. Will pursed his lips and kept telling himself not to fight, to not break the handcuffs. He tensed.

“Look at me,” Will heard the predator say.

He kept his eyes shut tight.

The leopard licked up his neck. Then up his temple. “Will,” the beast said softly. It was a whisper in his ear. Will felt the predator’s warm breath on his cheek. His cock barely touching his pucker. It rubbed circles around the small hole. Then it was gone. It had left him.

Will felt the predator shift on top of him. Then the fingers at his cock pulled down his foreskin. Lips suddenly kissed his cockhead. Then the beast’s tongue was licking him. Will could feel the predator’s lips, his tongue, his breath. They tickled his cock. Will felt a bead of precome leave his piss slit. The tongue lapped it up.

Will opened one of his eyes a crack. He made eye contact with the leopard right before the other animal sucked him down to the root.

The ram couldn’t hold back his moan.

Shit, why did it have to feel good? Why was the beast toying with him? Will just wanted the other animal to hurry up and rape him so it could all be over.

“Nooo,” Will moaned. He heard the beast chuckle. The tongue slid over his member as the mouth sucked at the base of his cock. The pressure was incredible. He felt the mouth begin to pull off him. Will couldn’t control his body. He bucked upward trying to get more of his cock in the predator’s mouth.

Then there were hands on his thighs, holding him down. The mouth left him.

“You are so desperate for release,” Hannibal said. “I like seeing you this way.”

Will didn’t know what to say. He hated that his own body was betraying him. Hannibal Lecter was a scary predator that was going to eat him. The leopard was currently raping him. Where was his fear? He looked into the eyes of the beast above him. The intensity of those maroon eyes gave him goose bumps. He watched as the other animal licked up the underside of his cock. Hannibal’s eyes never leaving his.

“Tell me, Will,” he said, a smile creeping onto his face. “Has anyone ever sucked you off like I am doing now? Be truthful.”

Will blushed and finally managed to look away. He stared up at the ceiling. It was plain white and Will wished it had some kind of design he could focus on.

“Will, I don’t like repeating myself.” He felt the tip of the man’s tongue tease his piss slit. When he still didn’t respond a hand came up to cup his testicles. A thumb massaged his ballsack gently before he felt the predator add pressure. It was a warning.

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I’ve never…no one’s ever…”

“You’ve never received a blowjob?”

Will stared hard at the ceiling. “No.”

Will just heard the predator make a humming sound before his cock was fully incased in the beast’s mouth once more. The hand on his balls went back to massaging him gently.

There were a few times during the blowjob that Will thought he was on the brink of having an orgasm, but whenever he got close, Hannibal pulled away. It was torture and Will hated himself for wanting to come.

The third time this happened will felt tears leave his eyes. “Stop,” he pleaded.

“Stop?”

“Stop teasing me.”

Will looked at the predator who was now licking his cockhead leisurely while he gently fingered Will’s hole. The beast had gone back to stretching him while he gave Will pleasure and after a while the fingers in his ass started to feel really good. They rubbed his inner walls. A place Will never thought would bring him pleasure. He couldn’t help the sounds that came from his own mouth.

“Please,” he gave in. He didn’t want to beg the predator. He knew the beast saw him as a sex toy. He was just playing with his food. Will’s life meant nothing to him. How dare he get pleasure from such a person. How dare he beg his captor to give him more pleasure. But he wanted to come. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was so close. He’d hate himself later. That was fine. Right now he needed release.

“Please, I need…I need...” He couldn’t say it. “Please.”

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Hannibal looked down at the sultry image the ram made, stretched out on his bed. His chest heaved, sweat dripped down his body, his ragged breaths, his slightly open mouth. His perky nipples, cock hard in Hannibal’s grasp…the leopard took it all in. He bathed in the view. It was so erotic, so tantalizing…he could imagine a large, oval silver platter underneath the skinny ram with greens surrounding his prize.

Hannibal wanted to take him now. In every sense of the word. He wanted to fuck him hard. He wanted to bring the ram’s thigh to his mouth and kiss it before ripping out a chunk of fresh meat. He understood why the grizzly bear ate his food so boorishly.

Hannibal moved up his prey while keeping a hand on the ram’s cock. He stared hungrily down at Will.

“I know what you need. Don’t worry, it would be rude of me to deny your release when you are so very willing. But first you need to use your manners and tell me exactly what you want.”

Will tried to look away again, but Hannibal grabbed his jaw. “Do me this courtesy Will, and I promise you’ll be rewarded.”

He saw the anguish in the ram’s eyes. He didn’t want to give into his basic needs. He didn’t want Hannibal—a predator—to give him this release. He would be betraying himself, his kind.

It was lovely to watch.

“I…” Will began. “Please. I need to…” The ram swallowed hard. “I need to come.”

“Yes,” Hannibal said, satisfied. “That’s right. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.” He smiled down at the ram, who closed his eyes out of embarrassment. “I’ll let you come now,” he whispered in the ram’s furry ear. He pumped Will’s cock harder, faster. He looked down at Will’s open lips. The ram was breathing heavy. He was right on the edge. His lips looked so good. Pink and inviting. Hannibal imagined what they would taste like. Hannibal licked his own lips. He could sink his teeth in. He could take a bite.

Hannibal brought his lips to Will’s but he didn’t take that bite. He found himself kissing the ram instead. His tongue found Will’s and he dove deeper. It was good. So good. He pumped the ram’s cock even faster. Then the ram bucked up. He shook. Hannibal kept stroking Will’s cock as he orgasmed. Then the ram stilled on the bed. Hannibal took his mouth off Will’s. He looked down at the milky seed that had splashed the ram’s stomach. Hannibal moved down and licked it up. It was the first time he’d tasted his partner’s cum. It was bitter, but not bad.

Hannibal looked down at the still ram on the bed. Will’s eyes were closed. His breathing was still ragged, but beginning to calm. The ram was as relaxed as he was ever going to get. Now was the time. Hannibal was still rock hard as he positioned himself right at Will’s pucker. He gave the ram no warning before slowly inserting his cock inside.

He watched as Will’s eyes opened and looked down at what was happening.

“It’s alright, Will. That didn’t hurt you, did it?”

The ram didn’t speak. Hannibal continued to push himself inside Will’s tight heat. He’d loosened the passage and relaxed Will enough for Hannibal to be sure that Will only felt pressure. Not pain. Not this time.

The leopard went balls-deep inside his ram.

“Ooohhh!” Will moaned loudly.

“You like that? You like when I thrust inside you?”

“I…”

Hannibal knew Will wanted to protest. He was too stubborn to say he enjoyed being fucked. That was okay…for now. “Don’t worry. You are going to love this.” Hannibal thrust inside the ram slowly and rubbed up against Will’s prostate. The ram arched his back off the bed and moaned. “Yes, your hole will become addicted to this feeling.”

The ram looked at him with hate-filled eyes. Hannibal just thrust himself a little quicker, poking the ram’s prostate aggressively. Will’s eyes rolled back and he moaned again.

“It’s okay to let yourself enjoy this,” Hannibal said as he picked up the pace. And Will was enjoying this. His cock was standing at attention again. Waiting for release. But Hannibal wasn’t going to touch it this time. He wanted Will to come from his ass alone. A proper prostate milking. He wanted Will to understand that Hannibal’s presence could bring him both pain and pleasure. Would bring both.

And so Hannibal continued to fuck Will good and hard. He changed their position. He had his ram on his front with his ass in the air. Doggy style. He loved seeing Will’s cock sway back and forth with each of Hannibal’s thrusts.

The leopard placed a finger at the top of Will’s back, between his shoulder blades and traced that finger down Will’s spine. So fragile; so easily broken. Hannibal had to suppress the urge to hurt the ram as he fucked him. It was all instinct. He wanted to rip and tear and maim. He wanted to pull Will’s slightly curly hair and bite into his neck. He wanted to hear Will scream and beg and fight.

But he couldn’t. Hannibal also wanted to fuck Will sensually. This time he wanted to see the ram in pleasure. To see him give in to Hannibal. He wanted to claim Will. Every part of him. He wanted to claim Will’s body. He wanted Will’s body to submit to him. To a predator. He wanted Will’s mind. He wanted to take up every thought the ram had. And he wanted Will’s spirit. He wanted the ram’s pain and pleasure. Hannibal had always been selfish and greedy. He knew that about himself. He wanted Will. Wanted everything Will had, everything having Will meant. Will was his prey.

Hannibal’s thoughts sent him over the edge. He thrust brutally into the ram; pulverized his prey’s prostate with each thrust. The ram yelped as his pleasure spot was hit over and over, mercilessly until Will had no choice but to come violently on the bed. Practically convulsing from overstimulation.

Hannibal released his seed deep inside the ram’s trembling rectum.

Hannibal laid on top of Will until they both calmed down. The leopard removed himself from the ram’s hole. He saw no blood on his member this time, only his own cum. He laid next to Will. The ram had his face buried in the pillows. Hannibal knew it was from embarrassment.

“You’re going to suffocate in there,” Hannibal chuckled.

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Will would not look at the predator. He’d rather die. How could he have come from being raped? The leopard’s cock had been inside him. It had thrust without caring. It had hur—but it hadn’t hurt. Not at all. Will had definitely felt discomfort at times. That was to be expected. Hannibal’s cock was huge so of course it wouldn’t just slide right in, but it didn’t hurt him. It could have. It had destroyed him the last time. But this time it had felt so goo—could he admit to himself that it had felt good? More than good?

How? How could it have felt that way? Nothing had ever felt that way. The things that cock did inside him, the places it touched, rubbed—it had felt better than the blowjob the beast had given him. It had felt immeasurably better than all those handjobs he’d given himself in the comfort of his own home over the years.

This predator, this snow leopard, was going to eat him. He was going to rip Will limb from limb and devour him. So how could he have made Will feel so good?

And beyond that, Will wasn’t gay. He wasn’t. He never watched gay porn. He may have snuck a peak at some gay giraffe on ram porn back when he was in high school, but that was because he had been confused. Ram’s being homosexuals was just a stereotype. A dangerous stereotype. Rams were still suffering the consequences of that stereotype back in Land of Prey. Rams were hardly ever hired for ‘manly’ jobs and it was sometimes hard for Will to be taken seriously.

And Will had definitely suffered the consequences when his dad had found the gay porn on Will’s computer. Will’s dad was one of the manliest rams Will knew. His horns were huge and curled. He had a nice beard and well-maintained muscles. Will’s dad looked like a cool lumberjack. He was so disappointed when his only son’s horns never grew past scurs. Though he was more disappointed when he found the gay porn.

Will’s dad beat him with a belt for half an hour that night. He yelled at Will and told him he was going to ruin rams’ reputation even further. He told him that no ram of his was going to perpetuate such a disgusting stereotype. Rams were tough and they were built to fight with their horns. They were strong and smart. They were not effeminate like everyone thought. They were not pussies.

“I know you aren’t a fucking pussy, right Will?” His dad had yelled at him.

“No! I’m sorry!” Will screamed as he was getting beat.

“No son of mine will take it up the ass like some god-damn bitch!”

“I’m sorry! I’m not gay! I’m sorry!”

“You better fucking believe you’re not!”

The beating went on like that until Will’s dad got tired. Then he sat Will down and told him that he had to be a man and show everyone that rams weren’t effeminate. They weren’t gay. He told Will that if he ever caught him looking at such filth again he’d disown him. “I’ll have no faggots living in my home, understand?” Was what his dad had said. Will promised he wouldn’t. Will wasn’t gay. He wasn’t a faggot. He would be a manly ram like his dad.

A month later his dad had enrolled him in military school. Will had hated it, but that’s where he had found his passion: the Prey FBI. When he graduated military school he actively began studying toward being an agent. His dad was proud.

Now Will had just had gay sex. His ass had felt a man. And it had felt good. Will knew he wasn’t gay. Truly he wasn’t. If he allowed himself to think about his sexuality, then deep down—really deep down—Will knew he was attracted to men, yes, but he was also attracted to women.

Ever since that day with his dad Will never looked at gay porn again. And that was okay. Women were beautiful. He wanted to have sex with them. It was fine that he changed the channel when he saw that the porno he was watching featured two guys. He didn’t need to watch that. And he wasn’t gay. He wasn’t a faggot.

Will looked toward the nightstand.

How could Will convince himself that it hadn’t felt good?

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Hannibal watched as Will fell asleep next to him. When the ram was finally lightly snoring, Hannibal got up. He looked at the ram’s hole. His cum was seeping out. It made the leopard smile.

Then the man went to the kitchen and got out another bottle of wine to try. He uncorked it, smelled it, and poured a small amount into a wine glass. He took a sip. Still not right.

He needed to find the right wine and quick. Hannibal was growing addicted to fucking the ram. Will was just so delicious in bed. He wanted to keep having sex with the prey animal and that just wouldn’t do. The longer he kept the ram the more danger he was in. The chance of being caught went up. He needed to eat his prize soon.

Then his phone rang.

Hannibal looked at the time. Who would be rude enough to call this late? He didn’t recognize the number. He picked up the phone anyway.

“Hello?”

“Is this Dr. Hannibal Lecter?”

“Yes.” Hannibal paused. “May I ask who’s calling so late at night?”

“Sorry,” the man said briskly as if the late hour wasn’t a thing he should be concerned about. “This is Paul Grooger. You know Senator Paul Grooger.”

“Hello Senator,” Hannibal said politely. Paul Grooger was the grizzly bear that had been in Will’s auction. Also, a former client. “What can I help you with?”

“Nothing much, just wanted to chat. It’s been a while since I went to your office and I thought I’d make an appointment.”

“Appointments are made with my secretary between nine and five. I don’t make appointments from home.”

“Yes, well, it’s a bit urgent. I thought you might pencil me in tomorrow around two?”

“Unfortunately I already have another client at that time.”

“I told you it’s urgent.” Hannibal heard the man sigh on the other end of the phone. “Fine. I guess we could always meet after hours.”

Was this man serious? Did he really expect such special treatment just because he was a senator? “Unfortunately we are closed after hours.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know that. I’m saying I need to talk to you anyway. If you don’t want to meet in your office I know of this nice little Italian place. It’ll be my treat. They know me there. We’ll get a private booth. Do you know the place on Winter Street?” The bear didn’t allow Hannibal to answer. “I’ll meet you there at, oh, we’ll say around seven pm.” Then the bear hung up.

Hannibal was pissed. He had already planned to go wine tasting. Now he was stuck babysitting the senator. And Hannibal already knew what the bear wanted to talk about. This had nothing at all to do with therapy. The grizzly bear wanted his lamb.

Hannibal wasn’t about to give Will up for anything.

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Okay, I don’t even know where to start.

The internet is about to get really bad really soon.

I don’t know how long I’ll be able to continue posting on fanfiction websites like AO3. AO3 will require ID verification. My content is extremely misunderstood and I may need to delete my account soon. Please download all my fics for your personal use.

I still have my website for now, but it’s hosted by Wordpress. Wordpress may also require ID in the future. I honestly don’t know. I really don’t ever want to stop writing. I’ll continue to write and publish my originals (I hope) and make a new site to tell you guys about them if I get booted off of Wordpress.

I can’t even explain to you how much this hurts me to say. I don’t want to say goodbye. I refuse. I’ll say thank you instead.

Thank you so much for reading my fanfiction.

Thank you so, so much for all the kind comments over the years. The kudos, the suggestions, the amazing words that gave me the courage to keep writing, to improve my writing.
Thank you so so so much for reading my originals. I never even imagined that I would one day write erotic gay short stories and have people actually like them.

I’m a nobody with a useless degree that I don’t use and my life is getting worse by the day. I have nothing to look forward to and this whole shitty situation is one of the worst things that could happen, not only to me, but all of you. Don’t EVER give your ID to these fucking sites. This is not about protecting children. This is CENSORSHIP. This is CONTROL. Control of INFORMATION. Control of YOU. Nothing good can come from it.

But I digress. I’ve had anxiety and depression most of my life and seeing those kind comments…you have no idea what you’ve done for me. You really don’t. All of you. Thank you.

I’m so sorry.

Thank you.

My site (for now at least) is https://finniansiog.home.blog/

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For now I’ll post like normal. I don’t know when all the ID verification will truly begin for AO3 and Wordpress, but until shit gets bad, I’m still writing.

~ Finnian Siog