“Wha… THE MOVIE! it starts in half an hour! I completely forgot!”

***

The pair reluctantly broke their embrace, and Jack bent over to gather up his clothes. Hunter giggled a bit, looking over at the two feline pawprints he’d put on the rabbit’s soft, supple butt cheeks. He was especially proud of that little touch. It had been a spur of the moment decision, but it seemed… appropriate somehow, and besides, it made the bun very attractive, in Hunter’s eyes. There wasn’t enough time to wipe it all off, so Jack would just have to put his clothes on over top and hope for the best.

“What’re you laughing at?” the bun said, looking back at Hunter.

“Oh, nothing,” Hunter replied, tying his loincloth back on, “I was just thinking about the movie.”

Jack shot the panther cub a suspicious look, as he finished getting dressed. They scurried down the sturdy ladder and back through the house. Hunter opened the front door, and—

“Hey there, boys. Going out?”

They both jumped nearly out of their fur.

“Oh, uh… hey Dad,” Hunter said, “We were just gonna go see a movie…”

The older panther glanced over at Jack’s painted fur and raised an eyebrow.

“And I see you got dressed up for it. Well, have fun, young warriors. Don’t fill up on popcorn, alright? You didn’t come in for dinner so I put it in the fridge. Heat it up when you get hungry, and don’t stay up too late.”

“We will, Dad.”

The older panther chuckled a bit as the cubs started walking out the door.

“Have fun boys, and stay safe.”

“Don’t worry sir, I’ve got Hunter with me,” Jack said with a smile, “I can’t think of anywhere safer than with him.

The older panther just chuckled and waved them off. If the boys made a habit of this, he’d need to put his foot down, but once in a while… well, you’re only a kid once. The pair padded past, unaware of the faint but lingering smell of their deeds. The older panther shook his head a little as he closed the door behind them. Kids these days…

Jack had a hard time keeping his paws off of Hunter as they walked through the darkening streets. The experiences of the day had awoken something in him that had lain dormant for longer than he’d realized. His deep and abiding crush on the bigger, stronger feline was finally realized. His heard hadn’t stopped thumping since they’d left the treehouse, and when they finally arrived at the theatre, he almost forgot what movie they were going to see. He wandered in a daze towards the poster for Zombie Eviscerator XI until Hunter grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back, and importantly, towards the concession stand.

The panther boy’s eyes were wide as he looked at the available options. The smell of popcorn overwhelmed his sensitive nose for a moment, and he had to wipe away a small amount of drool off his muzzle. His stomach growled loudly.

“We’ll have two—no, a Super Bladder Buster with two straws and a MegaBag of popcorn, please,” he said. 

He wanted, oh how he wanted to get one of each just for himself, but he knew somewhere deep down that it would be too much even for him to finish. His mother was always lecturing him on his eyes being too big for his stomach, after all. The Bladder Buster was called that for a reason, it was more pop than most people could handle. Most furs would try to drink it alone once… only once. It was most often shared between couples, who inevitably both had to make a quick dash out at the intermission. This particular theatre chain was known to run intermissions even for short movies for this exact reason, but still the people always came back for more.

Hunter carried the oversized snacks in his arms while Jack handled the tickets, showing the code on his phone to the teenager at the booth. He was about to walk right past when the ticket taker stuck out his arm, causing him to almost topple over.

“I’m terribly sorry kids, but you got here just a bit too late. There’s only one seat left. We can exchange your ticket for something else, or you could come back another day if you prefer, or—“

Hunter cut him off.

“No, it’s okay. It’s still showing previews, right? One seat is fine, Jack can sit on my lap. That’d be okay, right?”

“…I’m sure that will be fine. Enjoy the film. Oh, but if you’re in costume, I think you’re going to see the wrong one…”

“We’re not. Thanks,” Hunter said, winking at Jack as they hurried past. The bunny blushed and followed the little big cat into the dark theatre.

They sat down at the last remaining empty seat just as the final trailer was ending. Hunter wrapped his arm around Jack’s midsection as the rabbit sat down tentatively on top of him. Jack wiggled his soft rear a few times, trying to get comfortable, and gave a happy little shudder as the panther boy purred in his ear. Placing the overstuffed bag of popcorn between his own legs, he sighed and raised his eyes to the screen.

The lights dimmed and the sound came up as a crash of thunder boomed over the loudspeakers. The screen flashed white, and then resolved into a slightly out of focus silhouette of a gothic castle on a hill. Lightning flashed in the background, and the title “ATTACK of the VAMPIRIC ZOMBOIDS from DIMENSION Y!” faded in as a big brass band began to belt out the bombastic title music. Ruining the tone a little, the title started shifting through all the colours of the rainbow as it flew up to the top of the screen to make room for the credits.

Hunter reached for the bag of popcorn between Jack’s legs. His eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him, so he didn’t notice that he wasn’t quite reaching far enough, and his grabbing, grasping paw landed not in the bag, but directly on the rabbit’s crotch. His paw closed around it before he could realize his mistake, resulting in the other boy gasping and jumping. This didn’t help the situation any, as the bunny boy’s soft ass jumped back right onto Hunter’s crotch, grinding his leather loincloth against his sheath.

“Sorry,” he whispered in Jack’s ear, “guess I missed…”

He gave jack’s crotch another squeeze, feeling a little naughty. All the motion against his loincloth was definitely contributing to that. The panther boy was could feel himself firming up down there, and he felt Jack do the same. He glanced up at the screen. In truth, the movie didn’t look like it was going to be all that interesting anyway. They could go see it again another day, surely. He purred in Jack’s ear again.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

In response, Jack wiggled a little more, lifting himself up enough for Hunter to pull his pants down. He took a quick look around. It was very dark, and the audience was focused on the screen. The coast was clear. Hunter lifted the rabbit up and pulled his loincloth aside, revealing his rapidly hardening barbed boycock. The silver ring at the tip glinted slightly in the dim light. Jack sat down. Somehow, to him, it seemed like the right thing to do. The piercing was the first thing that the bun felt, a slight metallic coldness as his cheeks began to part, followed by a great warmth. The panther boy was hard as a rock, and his cock seemed to fit perfectly between the bun’s… buns.

Jack gasped. The theatre gasped with him. Fortunately for the boys, it was because of what was happening on-screen. One of the main zomboids had bitten a few of the locals from the village around the castle, and they were beginning to turn, tearing through the village and leaving gratuitous amounts of obviously fake gore everywhere. It wasn’t very realistic, but Hunter found himself oddly transfixed by the gory scene. Nobody could have seen it, but something predatory passed through his golden eyes, even as his lapine boyfriend’s soft ass engulfed his little cock.

Following some deep instinct, he thrust up once, and then again, and again. This was even better than the blowjob had been. He moaned and nibbled on Jack’s ear gently. Atop him, the bunny was shaking from the new sensations, his back arching automatically. Hunter kissed the back of his head, and was about to start really going at it, when Jack reached back and placed a gentle paw on his chest.

“Wait,” he said, and lifted himself up, off of Hunter’s cock.

With the throbbing appendage now open to the air, Hunter whined softly in newly awakened need. He glanced down at his lover in confusion, but all soon became clear as Jack twisted himself around so he was facing the panther. It was more comfortable that way, although Jack would have a hard time seeing the movie, as if that mattered anymore. Jack once again impaled himself on Hunter’s dick, the sudden feeling of fullness making him hungry for even more. Hunter wrapped his arms around him, and they lost themselves in bliss, humping like rabbits. Fitting, as one of them was one.

Lost in pleasure as he was, Hunter still occasionally glanced up at the screen. While he wasn’t too interested in the movie at the moment, a small, self-preserving part of his mind knew that he should remember at least some of the plot, in case inquiring parents asked about it later. He happened to look up at an even gorier part. It should have disgusted him, or made him laugh with how cheesy the effect was. It should have, but it didn’t. Rather it.. excited him. His cock throbbed when he looked. He started to thrust into Jack harder than before, his mouth hung slightly open, fangs clearly visible. He started to drool. He even started growling a little bit, before a light tug on one of his earrings from Jack snapped him out of it enough to remember that they had to keep quiet.

That sensation, too, was bliss.

“More…” he moaned in Jack’s ear.

Jack obliged, gently sliding his finger into one piercing after the other, and giving each a gentle tug. He didn’t really understand, he thought it must hurt somehow, but every time he did it, Hunter’s cock throbbed even harder. Every time he did it, Hunter gave another thrust. They could feel each other’s heartbeats, so fast now. Jack’s tight ass and Hunter’s cock, pulsing in time as if they had been made for each other. Perhaps they had, in a way.

In a crude parody of the film, Hunter leaned in and kissed Jack’s neck. He gently sucked at it, and then, following some ancient instinct, he bit it. Before he even realized what he was doing, his sharp little fangs had sunk into his lover’s neck, not deep, but just barely enough to draw two little pinpricks of blood.

He came the moment they touched his lips. Judging from the way Jack clenched, he had too. As before, it wasn’t a large amount, but it didn’t have to be, it left them both shuddering. Hunter wrapped his arms around the bun and kissed him again, properly this time as he started to soften down below. This was heaven, truly.

Even so, he couldn’t help but wonder, as the fog of afterglow began to lift, what exactly was wrong with him. Some of the thoughts that went through his head could not have been normal. And why, exactly, was he feeling so hungry, even though they’d both been picking at the giant tub of popcorn even during their… activities.

The rest of the film passed without much incident. Once they could both pay attention again, it was hard not to laugh at the cheesy plot and atrocious effects. Jack actually did laugh at one point, when the hero and heroine had a quiet moment together in the depths of the castle, and he started giving her the ‘I’m not like other guys’ speech. They both guessed where it was going, but when he revealed himself to be a Zomboid through a series of quick cutaways, showing him with increasingly ragged fur, cheap costume fangs, and even cheaper costume antennae, he couldn’t stop himself. The man on the screen was sprouting a bad accent with every new word, and when he said “I vant to suck…. your BRAINS!” Jack almost fell off Hunter’s lap in fits of giggles. They had almost been caught with their pants down then, but the rest of the theatre was in uproar, some even screamed. 

They were still giggling about twenty minutes later when they left the theatre. Aside from their slightly matted fur and a faint whiff about them, there was no evidence of their activities, they were just two boys who went out to see a scary movie, and ended up thinking it was funny instead. 

“I vant,” Hunter said, sticking his arms out on front of him and baring his fangs, “to suck… your BRAINS!”

He advanced on Jack slowly and jerkily, without bending his knees. The rabbit burst into howls of laughter. Hunter pounced on him playfully and pulled him into a bear hug, nibbling on his long floppy ear. Jack pulled his ear free and gently stroked the kitten’s face. The rabbit boy smiled, tweaking Hunter’s nose ring just a bit and kissing him on the lips.

Hunter blushed deeply under his dark fur. It would be a long time before they got past the blushy phase. They stayed like that for a while, stopped on the street, kissing, until the sound of Jack’s phone beeping made them both jump.

“Oh shoot, we’ve been out too long! H-hunter, you k-kept distracting me…”

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your paws to yourself!”

“It is! You’re too cute. No, cute isn’t the right word… Hot?”

Hunter blushed again.

“Anyways,” the bun went on, “we’ve gotta get back to your place before your dad calls my mom and we get in real trouble.”

Jack fiddled with his phone, opening the GPS app.

“I think I know a shortcut that’ll take us right to your street, follow me!”

And with that, Jack took off into the dark. Hunter followed easily, there was no chance of losing his boyfriend’s trail. Hunter had very sharp senses, after all. The neighbourhood they were passing through was a little on the sketchy side, however. There were a lot more dead streetlights than either of them were used to seeing, but they carried on regardless. Hunter rounded a corner just in time to see Jack turn down an alley. He was starting to get the feeling this hadn’t been such a good idea.

His feelings were proven correct when his ears pricked up a few seconds later. He was hearing a voice, a man’s voice, at the other end of the alley.

“Well well well, what do we have here?”

No, it wasn’t quite a man’s voice. A teenager’s, then. Something poked at Hunter’s memory. He knew that voice from somewhere.

“If it isn’t my old pal Jacko…”

“Oh… H-hi Randy.”

The bun’s voice was a little shaky, and Hunter wasn’t surprised. Randy, a large hyena, had done nothing but make their lives hell for three years. He’d been a classmate of theirs, held back for two years, but for some reason he’d stopped coming to school the previous year and nobody had ever known why. Randy had terrorized them all to a point, but Jack had been a special target of his. One of Hunter’s proudest moments had been when he’d intervened and scratched the hell out of the bully’s face. He’d had detention for about a month afterwards, but it had been worth it. Randy had left them alone after that, but it wasn’t long afterwards that he’d disappeared.

Hunter slipped into the alley, hugging the wall. In the darkness, his black fur made him almost invisible except for his eyes, which seemed to glow in the darkness. As he approached, the boy assessed the situation. Jack was backed into a corner, and Randy was slowly advancing on him, his back to the panther.

The teenage hyena was alone, with no lackeys around. He appeared to be wearing a leather jacket and shorts, with no shirt on. He wore a silver chain around his neck and a pair of spiky leather bracelets on his wrists. 

As quietly as he could, Hunter climbed up on top of a dumpster. He didn’t want their former bully to notice him just yet. He crouched, ready to pounce, his teeth fangs bared and his claws extended.

“All alone, I see, Jacko. Don’t have that painted freak around to protect you today,” the hyena said, cackling. “Got you all to myself. Time for a little payback, don’t you think?”

Jack shook his head, backing up against the wall.

“N-no! I’m not alone, Hunter was right behind me!”

Randy cackled again. His paw slid into his pocket, and he drew out a knife.

“Oh yeah? Where’s the freak then? It looks like we’re all alone out here. You made a real big mistake coming down here alone, Jacko.”

The hyena took another step forward, brandishing the knife in one paw while pulling down his shorts with the other.

“Get on your knees, and I won’t have to—“

Something snapped inside Hunter at that point. He’d been waiting to pounce, yes, and he’d intended to fight the hyena, yes, but in that moment, when he saw the boy he loved being threatened, the feeling that welled up inside him, even more than his rage, was one of intense and enduring… hunger.

He let out a low growl, much akin to the ones his ancestors would make when they were hunting. He has ceased to be a sweet kitten. Now he was a primal beast, and the hyena was his prey.

“Hunter, now!” Jack shouted.

That was his cue. With those two simple words from his boyfriend, the last of the shackles holding back the beast broke. The panther pounced. He leapt off the lid of the dumpster and knocked Randy to the ground, hard. The knife went flying out of Randy’s paw, skidding out into the empty street. Hunter pinned the hyena down with surprising strength.

Randy looked into the kitten’s glowing yellow eyes. He didn’t recognize the young boy he used to bully, he saw a heavily pierced and tattooed beast with sharp fangs in its maw and around its neck, looming, holding him down, and drooling heavily. He tried to pull free, but the beast’s grip was too strong.

“What… What the fuck?” was all he was able to say.

Hunter sniffed. The scent of the hyena this close washed over him. He opened his maw, yawning wide. His fangs shone and dripped with drool. The yawn didn’t stop though, his jaws parted even further, more than a boy his age should have been able to. Randy cringed and whined, a wet spot forming in his shorts. 

Hunter huffed, the beast within growing excited. He stuck out his rough feline tongue and licked the hyena’s face. He pulled back a little, glaring down and running his tongue up and down his very sharp fangs, and began sniffing up and down his prey’s body. Feral cats enjoy playing with their food, and the panther kitten was really no different. His tail flicked playfully behind him.

Finally, he grabbed Randy’s ankles and held them together, his maw open again in that terrible yawn. He shoved the former bully’s footpaws in and swallowed. It shouldn’t have been possible, but Randy’s legs slid right in. The kitten had surprisingly powerful throat muscles, and seemed to have surprisingly little problem getting the bigger boy down. His throat bulged out visibly with the other boy’s struggling movements, his futile attempts to free himself. All the struggling just made the hungry cat seem to enjoy it more. He swallowed again and, amazingly, the bully continued to slide in and down.

Hunter reached forward and wrapped his arms around his prey, pushing him further in. Every horrible wet gulping sound was music to the panther’s ears. Something had awakened in his soul, and it cried out for more. The cub could do nothing but oblige. 

Another swallow brought his prey in up to his chest, and it was only then that the panther realized he should probably get a taste before it was all gone. His tongue whirled around, licking up and down the bully’s furry torso, and he was overwhelmed by the flavour. His golden eyes half closed in pleasure. On the whole, it might have been one of the best things he’d ever experienced. The whole process, the flavour and the feeling of something large and alive sliding, squirming down his gullet, it was heaven.

The prey was starting to fill his belly now. It continued struggling, kicking his stomach walls, but even that felt good to him. The marvellous full feeling, it was like sex. It might actually have been better than sex, and he’d only just found out about that. How wonderful, he thought, to discover two of life’s greatest pleasures in one day.

One more swallow was all it took. One final gulp, and his meal was finished. His belly, now grotesquely bulging, squirmed with the hyena’s fruitless efforts to free himself, and his muffled cries of panic. With the deed done and his internal beast purring in pleasure, the panther pulled himself to his feet.

He turned his gaze on Jack. I’m too full to have another snack, he thought, before his conscious brain reasserted itself. He was immediately flooded with guilt for even having that thought, although, oddly, none for the act he had just committed.

“Jack, I…” he said, holding his paws in the air placatingly. Now that his meal was finished, he felt like himself again, and he didn’t want his boyfriend to be afraid of him, if that was even still possible.

“Hunter, you…”

“I know. I didn’t mean to—“

“Hunter, you saved me,” Jack said, “I really think he would have killed me.”

“He cannot hurt you now. He won’t hurt anyone ever again. Just.. please don’t be scared of me…”

Hunter took a step towards Jack and held out a paw. There was a flicker of fear in Jack’s eyes, just for an instant, but it was gone before the panther really noticed it. Jack took his paw and smiled.

“Let’s get you home. We’ll have to sneak in the back. Do you think you can climb into the treehouse?”

Hunter nodded and they headed off down the other end of the alley. As it turned out, they weren’t too far from Hunter’s home after all, and luckily for them it was late enough that they didn’t meet anyone else. There’d be no way to explain the panther boy’s squirming belly.

Getting up the ladder into the treehouse was a little problematic. Several times, the struggling hyena threw off his balance, almost making him fall, but eventually, huffing and panting, the temporarily fat kitten managed to make it into the safety of the treehouse.

The pair sat in the darkness, silently, for a long while. Hunter’s stomach growled loudly as his meal squirmed away, and he occasionally let out a small burp or a soft moan, but mostly he sat in silence, turned away from his mate. Finally, the bunny spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hunter? Do you want to talk about it?”

Silence. And then..

“Jack, I ate someone…”

“You were protecting me.”

“I still ate someone.”

Shaking his head, the rabbit got up and walked over to the feline, placing a paw on his shoulder.

“Hunter…”

More silence.

“I liked it.”

“What?”

“Jack, I ate someone, and I liked it. It felt good, do you understand?”

“I…”

“I have been hungry since the day I was born. Starving. Ravenous. And I didn’t realize it until just now, because for the first time in my life, I am full. I am satisfied. I felt alive when I was eating him. It was the second best feeling I’ve ever felt.”

Hunter rubbed his belly as he spoke, stroking it gently, almost lovingly. It was a little rounder now, a little more still.

“The first best was when I… you know, with you. And now I can’t even look at you.”

Jack took Hunter’s chin in his paw and pointed it up, forcing the panther to look into his eyes. He smiled.

“Look at me. I still love you. I always will. We’ll deal with… this, but it doesn’t change that fact… my chief. My big, strong protector. Don’t forget, you saved me today.”

The rabbit pulled Hunter into a kiss. He rubbed the panther’s belly, too, which made Hunter purr and moan amorously. Taking charge for once, he gently but firmly eased the panther down into a lying position, putting a pillow under the kitten’s head. Hunter’s eyes began to close almost immediately.

Jack kissed him again on the cheek, and then right on his big, still squirming belly.

“I love all parts of you, even this. Goodnight, my chief.”

After he was sure Hunter was asleep, Jack looked at his lover’s stomach one last time, and undid his pants…