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Seventh Vore of Christmas

Wolf

Author note: This story contains Hard Vore, Death and Gay sexual acts. This story will be published on SF/FA on 19th December.

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This wolf thought he was the best hunter in the entire world, there was nothing that could beat the wolf at all when it came to hunting down other prey, including other predators. Steve was arrogant, rude, and always managed to put others on the wrong foot. The other thing about this male wolf was that he hunted alone and saw being in a pack as a sign of weakness. As the sound of the plane landed, the wolf had already got up and started to pull out his bags as the female gazelle yelled at him. "Will you sit the fuck down!" She said as the wolf looked towards her and then ignored as the plane came to a stop and then started to taxi towards one of the gates as he walked past her with his teeth bared. "You're lucky I'm not hunting weaklings today." The bag was slung over his shoulder as he looked at the female. "Best get out of my way once that door opens, I got things to do."

When the plane did come to a stop and the door was opened, the wolf had left, leaving behind a fuming attendant as well as several other passengers but the wolf didn't care, he had things to go to, things to do and all of those behind him with their hurt feelings meant nothing to him, there was far more important things to do this day than cater to others. And so, this is how Sam lived, the wolf had always been like this even as a pup. He was the first to get the milk from the mother, he was the first to be taken notice, he was the first to get everything and anyone, even his siblings were just far too weak to be considered. Eventually as he grew up, this arrogance from the male continued to grow and fester to every part of his being. Until the day came when he saw the alpha in the family, his mother and father to be far too weak as the rest of the pack and he just upped and left, not without beating up several of the members beforehand and killing three of them.

It was the usual thing for him, get through the airport as quickly as he could possibly go, the wolf wasn't exactly small in nature as he moved through the crowd and got to the where the luggage was as he stood there waiting in between two hippos. Steve looked from one to the other and shrugged as he looked to where his bags were coming down the line and once, they were within reach, he grabbed them and headed straight for security. The wolf stood in line as he tapped his foot paw, before he came up to a lioness who looked at him. "Passport and reason of visit." Steve just smiled, this is the sort he liked, right to the point, no messing about, side tracking as he held his passport and documentation. "Hunting trip, here's the permit, hotel booking and will be here for two weeks. Oh, and this is my recent bank statement and available funds to support myself." The wolf stood there as he watched the female lioness look over the stuff, then stamped the passport as she handed back the documentation. "Enjoy your stay." Steve nodded, got himself ready and walked through into another country as he made his way towards the exit.

The hot air hit him in the face as he walked out from the air-conditioned airport and the wolf made his way over to where the nearest taxi was and pushed past some of the holiday makers as he placed his bags into the boot as the family of wallabies glared at him. Steve ignored them and climbed into the back seat of the car; the wolf growled at the driver. "Hotel De'Grav'o." Then he watched as the taxi drove off and left the fuming group that he had pushed past on the pavement to wait for the next taxi to arrive. The male closed his eyes as he rolled down the window slightly to allow some fresh aair to come across his face and as the taxi headed out of town, the wolf opened his eyes to look out at the tundra with a grin, the yellow eyes of his stared at the hunting grounds and he couldn't wait to get out there." Steve pulled out his black leather book and flicked through the pages as he looked at all the species that he had hunted in the past, there was just one left and that was of the wild lion tribe, especially the alpha male left to go and then he would be known as the best hunter in the entire world.

The taxi eventually came up to the hotel as the wolf got out, grabbed his bags and then headed to where the tree was, it was a large tree as various levels of floors, all made out of wood were built onto the tree. Steve nodded to a monkey who stood inside the lift, and he ventured into it as the primate pulled on the rope and the whole structure went up towards the first floor of the hotel. Steve ventured out as he saw two gazelles look at him from across the reception desk and he paced over to it as the bags were placed down onto the wooden planks. Steve pulled out his reservation and handed it over without saying anything. The gazelle on the left looked at the papers and nodded his head. "Ah, so you're here to challenge the King then. He is expecting you in the tearoom, we can take your bags to your room as you do that." The female gazelle handed over a key. "It's the third room on the second floor to your right, have a pleasant stay."

Steve nodded and headed towards the room where he was pointed at, while his baggage was taken away to his room, the wolf pushed open the door as he looked inside and grinned at the thin lion who sat there in ceremonial uniform and padded over before he sat down at the other end of the small table. "So, you're the king then?" Steve asked as he reached for a sandwich and took a bit of the beef inside of it, chewing slowly. The lion nodded his head. "And you're the one that's going to dethrone me with my death? So many have come and fai-" The lion didn't have time to finish as the wolf interrupted him. "No, not fail, actually dethrone you and take your place as the best hunter in the world. I don't give a shit about this country, just that I can say that I'm the King of all Predators." Steve threw the half-eaten sandwich at the lion. "As for you, I don't see any challenge at all, so tomorrow before sunrise, let's get this done." The wolf got up and he headed out of the room as the male lion picked up the half-eaten sandwich and placed it into a napkin. A larger form came up alongside him. "So, has he turned up yet?" The smaller lion nodded his head. "Yeah, turned up, bragged and left. Thought I was you for a moment, wants to meet before sunrise tomorrow morning." The larger form nodded. "Then I best get ready, come you can help me do that."

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The next morning, Steve stood outside in the long grass field, the savannah was cool as the moon was low in the sky, the wolf had dressed accordingly as in he wore nothing but his loincloth, the rest of his body was naked as he stretched, the male wolf felt good this day. All his planning, all those murders were to come to the end of the journey. He was prepared, senses primed, and he gave another stretch, cracking a few joints here and there. All he had to do was wait until the lion got here and he could take down the weakling. Steve was surprised such a male even got to be king of anything, this would be so easy. There was a sound from behind as the wolf started to turn but was then flailing his arms as he was falling down face first into the long grass, the pain of sharp claws around his sides, the thud as his head smacked into the damp wet ground and then the loud growl that came from above him. "So, you did turn up." Steve watched as a very large hand paw came down onto the ground just in front of him as the wolf blinked at the sight. It was much bigger than the one he had seen the day before and he coughed. "Think you got the wrong person; I'm waiting for the king to show up."

The huge head of the lion looked down; the thick mane covered the top of the wolf's head as he spoke. "I am the King; you met my security guard. You think I would meet someone like you without seeing what you say and do in person?" The weight of another paw pressed down between the male wolf's shoulder blades and kept the wolf pinned to the ground, the wolf blinked as he felt the lion mount him and then he squirmed when he felt the tip of the huge cock press under his tail. Before Steve was about to say anything, the lion pushed in as the thick cock slipped into the tight back passage of the wolf and then the fuzzy fur around the groin pressed against his backside. "I'm in charge here, prey. You really thought you had a chance?" The Lion spoke as the paw came up and then the thick fingers wrapped about the snout of the wolf, then held tightly as Steve felt the bigger male start to slip out and then back in again as he was mated.

The huge heavy balls slapped against his own as the lion fucked into the wolf hard and fast, the strong musky male scent of the feline was all over the canine now, Steve gagged to the smell as he tried to push upwards, but the weight of the bigger male kept him on all fours, then he felt the other hand reach down around him as the sharp claws dragged over his belly, then he felt the claws slice open his innards as Steve felt the weight down there just vanish, the lion started to lick the top of his head as the large male King growled. "You're my breakfast, wolf. Just like the others." The barbs on the tongue were slowly making the head of the wolf bare, the hairs were stripped down to the skin as the lion licked the juicy skin on top of the scalp as his cock jerked before it spurted the thick musky lion cum deep within the wolf bowels.

Steve gasped around the large hand paw, unable to move as the same paw moved up to where his throat was and then the male wolf gasped as he felt his neck being sliced open, then the large lion pulled out, flipped the wolf onto his back as he laid there gasping for air and the big male started to eat the wolf alive, the sounds of the bones crunched under the powerful jaws as Steve laid there in a pool of blood while the mighty predator king of all predators ate a very hearty meal of canine flesh and bone, all while the day's hot sun was slowly rising up from the horizon. After a while, the big large male lion got up as he looked down at his bloodied body and smiled at the remains of the wolf, dipped his head and then turned to walk away, the King leaving the dead wolf to be scavenged by the local avian life who came down to pick away at the remains. Using his claw, the King cleaned out the meat that was trapped between his teeth. "Canines, pfft."