Pizza Boy and the Three Bears
Pizza Boy and the Three Bears
It was near enough to closing time that the incoming phone call was almost ignored. After too many rings to assume the caller might give up, Danny snatched the handset from its cradle and blurted, almost too fast to understand, "Pizza to Pray For! Are you placing an order?" Danny's co-worker Chris stood watching, stopping his 'we may get out early' cleaning to see if he'd need to mess up the kitchen for a last-minute order. Seeing Danny jotting information on the pad told him that his hope of getting home early was not to happen.
"Hey, Pete!" Chris called to their delivery guy who was in the back of the pizza shop, taking inventory. "Looks like you got two instead of one!" Chris had been finishing up an order of three veggie pizzas that Pete was waiting to take, figuring his shift would be done upon delivery.
Pete stuck his head around the door and gave Chris a good-natured 'dammit' expression, "This late? Where?" Being the youngest on the crew, Pete was hired in as a driver, which he didn't mind because recently turning 18 meant he could now take his blue Honda Civic out after the curfew that was in effect in the quiet college town.
"Danny's still getting the order." Chris replied. Pete came over and stood by Chris as they waited. At six feet, Chris was about eight inches taller than Pete, with long, blond hair which contrasted Pete's dark brown buzz-cut.
A moment later Danny hung up the phone and turned to his two expectant partners. "Gentlemen," he began, sounding cornily diplomatic, "I have bad news and good news!" He grasped his apron where coat lapels would be and sniffed his nose into the air. Laughing at his own posing, he dropped his act to continue. "We got an order for three Mega-Meat pizzas, which is the good news 'cause we have those three in the oven from that canceled order so we don't have to mess up the kitchen!"
"And the bad news?" Chris broke in.
"The bad news is that our intrepid little deliver boy, Pete, has our first-ever delivery to Anthro Alley!" Danny cocked his head at the younger man, "You okay with that, Petey?"
Pete knew about Anthro Alley by reputation only. When he had started at the college a few months ago, one of the things he learned was that there was an integration program going on where anthros were taking certain monitored classes so the college staff could observe how anthros and humans got along in the same environment. And obviously, the college received huge amounts of government grant money for participating. In the short time the program had been in effect, there were no instances of problems or trouble, mostly because each side seemed to keep to themselves. And since the anthro students had been given their own separate dormitory - nicknamed Anthro Alley - the potential of humans and anthros encountering each other was minimized.
The recent discovery of anthro populations had politicians and the public scrambling to decide the best way to deal with 'new' citizens without giving any appearance of prejudice, so integration programs had been set up in most areas where the anthro groups had come out of hiding - and most areas cooperated because of the generous grant money that went along with the program. As for the anthros, they were more than happy to be accepted into the mainstream population after so many years of feeling the need to hide themselves in forests and unpopulated areas.
On campus, Pete had seen a few anthros from a distance and was naturally curious about these animal creatures that walked and spoke like humans, but hadn't had an opportunity to actually meet any of them. So, the idea of delivering a few pizzas to someone in Anthro Alley piqued his interest. "Yeah, that's cool," he replied to Danny's question. "But that's the opposite direction from the other delivery by a few miles."
Danny glanced at Chris. "Tell ya what - since Anthro Alley is close to your dorm on campus, Pete, you take that order, and Chris can take the veggie order since it's kinda on his way home. Then you guys can just go home after that and I'll finish cleaning here."
"Alright, cool!" Pete responded, feeling a bit of nervousness creep in since it was now confirmed he was headed into unknown territory for him. "lemme grab my stuff outta the back and I'm outta here!"
"I'll get the order ready for ya!" Chris chimed in as Pete sprinted off to the back room.
Danny went back to the register to ring up the anthros' order, "That's three large Mega-Meats... blah blah blah.. with tax... " His fingers poked at the buttons and the machine beeped and spit out a delivery receipt. "Hey, ya think anthros are good tippers?"
Chris had finished putting the pizza boxes together and was about to pull the already made meat pizzas from the warming oven, but stopped to ponder Danny's question. "Maybe they don't do tips where they're from. Or maybe their idea of tips is different. Like, toe nail clippings or dung balls!"
The two were laughing as Pete jogged out of the back room, now wearing his jacket and cap. Danny, still giggling, held up the receipt for him and he snagged it out of his hand, giving a smiling quizzical look about what the two found so funny.
Chris was able to blurt, "Don't take any dung ball tips!" and he and Danny burst into fits of laughter again.
Pete realized that they must've been joking about the anthros, and simply smiled back as they laughed. "It's cash or nothing for me!" he said as he grabbed the three pizzas on the counter. He was out the back door and in his Civic and gone.
* * * * *
The empty beer can arced over the couch and landed perfectly in the trashcan, clinking against the other cans already filling it. "Yeah! Two points!" Donner yelled, thrusting his furry arms into the air. The big bear gave an exaggerated victory grin to his two roommates and then rubbed his pudgy belly eagerly, "More pizza for me, losers! Haw!"
"Best two outta three!" Russell countered, reaching for a cold beer in the small fridge and tossing it to Donner. "We're hungry, too, ya know!"
"Yeah!" Reed chimed in, rubbing his own large belly. "We ordered three pizzas, so why should you get more than one?"
"Geez! Whiners!" Donner laughed. "If you can't deal with losing, don't bet against my awesome skills! Besides, I'm bigger'n you guys so I need more food!" He stood up, lifting his belly with his paws and letting it flop back. "See? I'm skin and bone!" He belched and popped open the can that Russell had tossed to him.
"It sucks that we can't just eat some of the human students here. I liked it better when we lived in the forest and could snack on anyone who got lost!" Reed felt himself drool a bit at just the memory of his last human meal. "Damn, I miss that!"
Donner let his long, blue tongue hang out of his mouth in agreement. "Yeah, it's hard to be around all these tasty-looking humans and not get to eat any of them. But rules are rules, boys!" He tilted the can up and gulped the beer in one motion. "Hic! Whoo! I do like this part of 'civilization' though!" He held the now-empty can between two clawed fingers, squinting at the trashcan target.
Donner, Russell and Reed had been close friends long before "The Integration" started, growing up together in a nearby, yet hidden, forest. When the government offered them a chance to attend a human school, they eagerly accepted - each wanting to learn more about the world outside their foresty home. But they - as all anthros in the program - were warned about eating humans, and understood the penalties could be quite severe. They accepted, having had so few chances to actually encounter - or eat - a human before anyway. The government was fully aware of the anthro desire and ability to take an entire living creature - animal, human, or even another anthro - into themselves for sustenance, and conveniently downplayed this fact when proposing the Integration Program to the mass human population. The anthros had agreed to control their desire, and so far, the number of missing persons in any of the New Anthro areas wasn't significantly high enough for government officials to be overly concerned.
"Hey!" Russell blurted at Donner who was preparing for another can toss, "If you miss this shot, you lose the extra pizza, okay?" He guzzled his own beer and let out a loud belch. The three bears weren't old enough to be drinking, but much like any young college buddies on a Friday night, they managed to score four cases - their larger size requiring more alcohol to have any effect, and the effects were kicking in.
Donner laughed, causing him to lower the can and delay his toss. "Tell you guys what, " he said after repositioning his aim, "If I miss this shot, one of you can eat me and the other gets the pizza! But if I make it - and I'll make it, you losers! - then you guys can have all the pizza... and I get the pizza boy!" He gave a low chuckle, holding the can up, ready to throw. "Agree?"
Reed and Russell looked at each other, momentarily surprised at the outrageous offer. The idea of eating their friend wasn't unheard of, although somewhat rare, in the anthro world. But hearing Donner claim he'd eat the pizza boy excited both of them. "Which one of us gets to eat you?" Reed asked, already anticipating taking his large buddy into his belly.
"Fuck, man, I don't care! Flip a coin! But it doesn't matter 'cause I'm not gonna miss! Har har!" Donner readied his arm, steadying the can gently, closing one brown eye and focusing on the trashcan across the room.
"You really gonna eat the pizza boy, Donner?" Russell was excited at the thought of watching his buddy eat a human, but also concerned about the Integration penalties involved if he actually did. But the alcohol was making the situation sound better and the penalties less important.
Donner lowered his arm again and gave a quick glare at Russell. "Dude, you intentionally try to.. trying to mess up my shot? Bastard! Shut up and lemme shoot!" He belched and let his tongue hang out of his mouth, "And yeah, I'll eat the pizza boy! Unless he's ugly - then I'll just make him suck me off! Haw haw!" All three bears laughed loudly.
Donner prepared again, "No noise, you fucks, or I'll eat you both." He took aim, slowly drawing back the can to prepare it for the perfect arc. "Maybe if he's hot, I'll let him blow me before I eat him. Heh." With a flick of the wrist, the can left his paw, sailing near the dorm ceiling as all three bears watched in silence. It landed dead center in the trashcan. "Yes!" Donner jumped up, pumping his arms in the air. "Take that, you fucking losers! Ha! Pizza boy is mine!"
"Yeah, well, screw you 'cause we get all the pizza!" Russell threw his arm around Reed and grabbed his shoulder in his paw, pulling them together in a buddy-hug. He wasn't sure if Donner was serious about eating the pizza boy, but just thinking about watching his friend swallow a living creature made him drool. The next best thing to actually eating someone was watching someone you cared about doing it and sharing in the experience as they consume their prey and make it a part of them.
"Beers all around!" Reed declared as he stumbled over to the fridge. He tossed a fresh can to each of his furry roommates and they all raised their cans in a mock toast. "To dinner! Whatever it may be!"
As the three all guzzled the cold brews, there was a rapid knock at the door. They all stopped and looked at each other. Russell started giggling. "He's here!"
* * * * *
Pete had decided that Anthro Alley was close enough to his own dorm to park in his usual spot and walk over with the pizzas. It didn't make sense for him to hunt for a parking spot and then have to move his car again. He trotted over to the anthro dorm and slowed down to walk, noticing that a few lions were sitting on a bench watching him. Pete smiled and waved casually, not sure what protocol he should use, but they casually waved back so it seemed alright. The delivery was on the top level - 4th floor - and Pete found the stair doorway and quickly sprinted up the metal steps. He located the room easily and could hear voices inside, but couldn't tell what type animals. After a quick rap on the wooden door, the voices stopped, and a moment later it opened and Pete found himself looking up at a very large, black bear who was completely naked. All the anthros Peter had seen around campus wore, at the very least, shorts, so he was slightly startled by the furry sheath that presented itself below the bear's belly. Quickly pulling his eyes back up to the bears face, he meekly muttered, "um, pizza?"
Donner gave Pete a big grin. "We were just talking about you! C'mon in!" He turned his large body and extended his arm in a welcoming gesture.
"Um, we're not supposed to go into..." Peter began, but was abruptly cut off by Donner.
"Pshht! Heh heh, no one cares! Come on in, pizza dude!" His smile and friendly manner caused Peter to pause a moment before deciding that it might be fun to meet a few anthros. Besides, once he delivered these pizzas, he was off duty and could do what he wanted.
"Yeah, okay, I guess," He slowly replied as he carefully stepped past his big bear host into the dorm room. Russell and Reed were standing back by the couch and both smiled at the human, so Pete smiled back. "How you guys doing?" he asked, holding the three pizzas out to whoever wanted to take them from him.
"We're partyin', Pizza Boy!" Donner said as he closed - and locked - the door. "It's Friday and we got beer! Reed! Toss our guest a brew!" Donner took the pizzas from Peter just as a can flew at him.
Catching it, he looked at it and then up at Donner. "I'm not old enough to drink."
Donner laughed loudly, "Neither are we, but that ain't stoppin' us!" The two other bears joined in the laughter. "It's cool, Pizza Boy! Go ahead!" He motioned with his paws for Peter to open the beer, and the young human did, cautiously taking a sip. Satisfied, Donner dropped the pizza boxes on the kitchen counter and flopped himself onto the couch, indicating that his guest should also sit. Pete sat at the other end, taking another sip of the cold beer. He had tasted beer only a few times before and found it intriguing yet odd-tasting.
Donner stretched his arm out and placed it on Peter's far shoulder. "What's your name, Pizza Boy? And why the fuck do you humans always wear so much clothes?" He laughed lightly as his paw investigated the cotton of Pete's t-shirt.
"Um, I'm Peter," he replied, glancing quickly at the large paw, "but I don't know why we wear ..." He was cut off again by Donner, who nearly spit beer on his guest.
"Peter the Pizza Boy??" He laughed loudly, "You're shittin' me! HAHAH!" In his mirth, the paw he had around the boy pulled him over into a good-natured hug, forcing Peter's face firmly against the big bear's chest. Somehow Peter was able to not spill his beer as his arm got caught between him and Donner, and his other hand ended up flat against the bear's belly for balance. Russell and Reed were laughing, too, initially from the joke, and then from the position Peter ended up in. Donner held him there, as his body jiggled from laughter, and Peter had to keep his hand pressed into the fat belly to counter Donner pulling him further into his chest. Calming himself down to a rumbling giggle, Donner was quickly aware of the position he inadvertently had his intended meal in. "Soft belly, huh? Feel good, Peter the Pizza Boy?"
Still pinned by Donner's arm, Peter blushed and moved his hand away, which resulted in his face burying deeper into the bear's furry chest as Donner continued his one-armed hug. Not feeling comfortable with his face pushed into his host, he had to replace his hand on the soft stomach to counter the pressure of the hug - and to breath. Donner chuckled a moment, then moved his arm to let Peter up, but the boy only raised his head, not sure if the hug was really over yet or not. He glanced up at Donner who was grinning widely at him. Peter's fingers curled a bit into the soft belly fur as he pushed himself back upright, taking his time to retract his hand from where it was. Donner noticed the subtlety of the human's delay, and gave him a friendly smile.
Feeling embarrassed and unsure of the situation, Pete quickly took a few more sips of his beer as Donner watched, grinning widely. "Finish it, Peter the Pizza Boy," he said, motioning with his paw. "We got lots more and we're way ahead of you!" Nervously, the young human tipped the can up to his mouth and guzzled the rest of it. "Atta boy!" Donner was laughing again. "Ain't a party if ya ain't full of beer, right?"
Russell and Reed were chuckling as they watched, knowing that their buddy was working on getting the human prepared for his fate. Noticing that another round was needed, Reed stumbled off to the fridge while Russell went to the kitchen counter to get into the pizza.
As Peter was feeling a slight buzz from taking a whole beer into his inexperienced body, Donner began tugging at the shoulder of his t-shirt again. "Ya know, Peter the Pizza Boy, it don't seem right that you're all dressed while we're here in our natural nakedness. Take off your shirt, at least, and be a.. be a bear!" He giggled, nearly yanking the t-shirt off the young man before he had time to react.
Not wanting to offend his hosts, and being somewhat overwhelmed by the whole situation of being in a room with anthro bears, Peter raised his arms to allow Donner's actions to slip the shirt off. Donner's eyes went immediately to the shiny spot on the young man's stomach. "Well, what have we here? Peter the Pizza Boy's got a navel ring!" The big bear leaned forward, his wet nose nearly touching Pete's belly. "I've heard about these," Donner muttered to himself. Then, his big, blue tongue shot out to taste the navel ring and much of Peter's belly! The human flinched back unconsciously to protect his ticklish torso, but Donner didn't feel like having his investigation interrupted and his paws quickly grabbed Peter's arms, holding him in place as he lapped at the human's tight stomach. Forming a seal with his mouth, he began to suck, which drew most of Peter's belly outward and into the bear's suctioning maw.
"Hey! What the fuck is this shit?!" Russell was holding a pizza box open and glaring. "There's no meat on these!"
Donner stopped licking and looked up, and Pete suddenly felt a sense of impending doom. His mind quickly shot back to the pizza shop where he now realized he must've grabbed the vegetarian order by mistake! Donner looked back at Peter and cocked an eyebrow him, smirking, "Looks like you're in a bit of trouble, Peter the Pizza Boy."
"I can't eat this! Dammit, I wanted MEAT pizza!! These have pineapple!!" Russell's outburst was probably more beer-induced than actual anger, considering he'd usually eat pretty much anything thrown in front of him, but for the moment, he was pissed.
"Calm down, man." Donner said, placing on a paw on Peter's stomach where he had just licked, preventing Peter from getting up. "So, there's no meat - big deal. It's just pizza. Eat it and shut up." He smiled at Peter to let him know the situation was under control as he noticed the human feeling uneasy with the yelling.
"Easy for you to say, Donner!" Russell continued, "You're not the one eating this shit!"
"I'll eat YOU if you don't quiet down! Reed, go slap him or something."
Reed had been quietly watching as he held 4 fresh beers, one of which he now held out to the fuming Russell. "It's not so bad, man. Here, have a brew."
Peter wasn't sure if he should try to break free of Donner's paw and run or what, but he gave the bear a quizzical look when Russell said that Donner wasn't getting any pizza. "One of those isn't for you?"
Donner smiled slyly, "Nah. We had a wager going. My dinner plans changed."
"Hey! Pizza boy!" Russell turned his attention to Peter, "You better fix this, man! Go back and get my meat pizzas!"
Peter stammered as he felt the brunt force of the bear's anger at him. "I-I can't. They're closed now."
Donner glared at his angry roommate, still keeping Peter in place with his paw. "He's not going anywhere, Russell!" he yelled. "Just eat your fucking pizza!"
Russell was surprised at his buddy's raised voice and looked at the open pizza box, slowly taking a slice out and holding it in his paw. Shoving the whole piece into his mouth, he mumbled, "It's not fair. I wanted meat." Reed finished handing out the beers, and Peter quickly opened his, hoping for something to change the tenseness of the room.
Walking to the counter, Reed grabbed a slice for himself and gulped it down. "Not bad," he commented, grabbing two more.
"Yeah, but it's not meat! I want meat!" Russell was nearly whining now, but also helped himself to another slice.
"Boys, boys," Donner had taken his paw off Peter's stomach and twisted on the couch to face his two roommates, "All is not lost! If all you want is to taste meat, well, we got Peter right here!" He laughed and glanced at the young human, whose eyes had grown much wider.
"What? Wait! No!" he stammered, looking for a safe place to set his beer so he could leave. Donner chuckled and held up his paw to stop him.
"It's okay, Peter the Pizza Boy. I won't let them hurt you." His smile seemed sincere but Peter looked at him untrustingly. Sensing his guest's distress, he gave an empathetic sigh. "C'mere, Pete," he said, gently taking the man's arm in his paw and guiding him to stand in front of where the bear was seated on the couch. Leaning forward, he then took Peter's other arm, holding them both in his paws like he was a father about to give his son advice. He looked the human in the eyes and then let his tongue extend out to lap at his navel ring and stomach. Peter stiffened from the initial contact, but tried not to giggle as the tongue unintentionally tickled him. After a few solid licks, Donner leaned back, dropping Peter's arms. He smiled widely and chuckled a moment. "So, Peter the Pizza boy, was that a bad thing there?" he asked softly, sipping his beer.
Blushing deeply, partly from embarrassment and partly from enjoying the feel of the large tongue on him, he murmured, "No, but I don't get what that has to do with anything."
"It means you can make everything right, Peter the Pizza Boy," Donner grinned. "My two partners here want to taste meat while they eat their pineapple pizza. And you are meat. So, let them lick you like I just did. They get to taste meat, and you don't have to worry about fucking up the order. Everyone's happy!" Before the young human could form a response, the big bear yelled to Reed, "Barkeep! More beers for everyone!"
Reed and Russell had been grinning at their roommate's solution, knowing that this was part of his plan to work up to getting the human prepared for later. And they both liked the idea of getting to taste the cute, little human too. Russell stood drooling as Reed grabbed more beers.
Peter was still standing in front of Donner, suddenly feeling more exposed than his shirtless body appeared. "Wait, so they're gonna just lick me? That's it?" He focused his question at Donner, whom he had decided was the leader of the three.
"Yeah. Lick... suck on... whatever, ya know? That's cool though, right?" Donner took two beers from Reed and handed one to Pete. He looked serious as he continued. "And, Peter, I give you my word of honor that neither of them will harm you in any way. Right, guys?" The two other bears nodded enthusiastically. "It's up to you now, Peter the Pizza Boy. You wanna make this right?" He smiled, feeling amused with himself.
Peter considered his situation. True, the wrong pizzas were probably his fault, and he would prefer to make things right here as opposed to trying to run away. Only one of the bears sort of scared him, and that was because Russell was drunk and pissed about the wrong pizzas - again, Peter's fault. All he had to do was let the two bears lick him and he could consider the matter closed. And Donner's tongue felt pretty good, so that really wasn't too bad of 'punishment' when he thought about it. And Donner promised they wouldn't hurt him. He took a breath and a quick sip of beer. "Yeah, I wanna make it right with you guys."
Donner chuckled as Russell and Reed hooted. "I knew you were a good kid, Peter the Pizza Boy!" He motioned for the human to sit again. "Boys, let's get this party back on track!"
Russell brought the pizzas over to the coffee table and plopped them down, pulling up a chair. Reed grabbed more beers, even though no one was ready, and set them next to the pizza boxes. Donner guzzled his beer and tossed the can across the room, hitting the trashcan dead center. The other bears whistled at his shot as Donner reclined into the couch. "How you boys gonna work this?" he asked.
"I dunno, "Russell replied as he stuffed a slice of pizza into his mouth. "I say we lick him after each piece! Heh!" He swallowed without chewing, taking the slice intact down his throat, licked his lips, and cocked his head at Peter. "C'mere, Meat!" He laughed as he barked his command.
"Hey!" Donner interjected, "A bit of respect for our guest, please!"
Russell rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, okay." He smiled snidely at Peter, "Please come over here to me, Meat!" All three bears burst into laughter and Peter was beginning to think this might not go as easy as he hoped.
Donner, still laughing, looked at the nervous boy, "It's okay. Go ahead, Pete." Peter stood slowly and walked around the coffee table, stopping a few feet from Russell's chair.
Russell was grinning now, and he gave the human a quick up-and-down look-over. "Closer," he said bluntly, then glancing at Donner, added, "Please." Peter stepped up to the bear who drunkenly reached out with his paw to take the man's hand. Lifting it to his mouth, he quickly sniffed it before his tongue extended out to lap at the fingers. The bear's eyes immediately brightened at the taste and he worked his tongue over more of Peter's hand and up the wrist.
Reed didn't want to be left out but was sitting on the far side of Russell. "Hey, can ya move between us, man?" he asked. Peter obediently stepped over Russell's footpaws, turning his body around so his hand stayed with the bear's tongue as his other arm was now in the grip of Reed. Now facing Donner on the couch as both his hands were being licked, he saw the lone bear's amused expression and began to giggle. That caused Donner to chuckle and the two of them laughed together as the other two bears continued lapping at the boy's hands.
After a few minutes, Russell and Reed stopped and let Peter have his hands back. "Don't go anywhere, Pizza Boy," Russell said. "There's still a lot of pizza and you're here until it's gone. Heh heh." Both bears grabbed fresh slices and Peter watched as they swallowed without chewing. He reached over for his beer and guzzled the rest of it.
"Break time's over!" Reed said, good-naturedly, taking the human's hand in his paw again and working his tongue up the wrist and forearm.
Peter glanced at Russell to see if he was going to follow suit, but Russell was watching and appeared lost in thought. Since Peter was facing the couch, he nearly had his back to Russell. Russell decided the man's hand was only an appetizer and leaned a bit forward in his chair to place his paws on Peter's sides and ran his thick tongue slowly up the human's back. Gasping, Peter flinched forward, but Russell held him in place, now lapping sloppily down his spine. Beginning to get lost in the human's taste, one of Russell's paws slid to Peter's chest and massaged the muscular flesh while he began sucking below his shoulder blades. After the initial surprise of it, Peter was enjoying the feel of the bear's tongue, mouth and paws on him. Seeing this, Reed figured he could move things along too, and took Peter's hand fully into his mouth, wrapping it in his wet tongue and sucking on it.
Donner watched with drunken amusement. "How's that feel, Peter the Pizza Boy?"
Blushing again because he felt embarrassed to admit he liked it, Peter smiled at the big bear. "It feels okay." In response, Russell's tongue pressed flat against his back as he took a long, slow lap of the human's back and neck.
Tilting his head lazily to the side while watching his roommates lick and suck on the young human, Donner said softly, "Relax your hand, Pete. Completely relax it." He gave a friendly smile to Peter and then caught Reed's eyes.
Reed, with the man's hand still in his mouth, smiled quietly back at Donner. Feeling that Peter had already relaxed, he placed his paws on the man's arms and, gently pulling forward, began to move his fingers to his throat. Pete felt the bear's tongue lapping at his hand as it slid further into Reed's mouth and noticed the thicker saliva as his fingers entered the tight throat. It was warm and slick, and as Reed swallowed, Peter could feel the throat muscles pulling at his hand. The bear's lips were quickly up to Peter's elbow, his tongue lapping at every inch of his engulfed arm. Russell had moved himself so both his paws were now wrapped around Peter, lightly massaging his chest and abs, as he continued licking and sucking on his back and neck. Peter's eyes widened as he looked towards Donner while feeling his arm being swallowed into Reed's throat. Russell was lost in licking passion and hugged the small human body closer to his hungry mouth, wrapping his paws tighter around the young man. Reed's eyes were closed as his lips worked up to Peter's shoulder - the arm now totally in his maw and throat. He continued to suck and swallow, his lips almost stretching to Peter's neck. Russell's massive tongue ran up the man's back again and he gave his bear roommate a solid lick on his muzzle as it was now in such close proximity.
Excited by the sensation of his arm deep in Reed's ever-swallowing throat, even as the side of his head was being blasted by hot air from the bear's nose, Peter kept eye contact with Donner, still lazily observing from the couch. Donner finished off the beer he had been sipping and made another 2-point shot into the trashcan. "Ya know, Peter the Pizza Boy," he began, "If your arm was a little longer, your hand would be in Reed's stomach right now. Wild, huh? Heh heh heh." He grinned at the young man.
The inner workings of bears hadn't occurred to Peter, and he turned to see Reed's large bear head right next to his, almost rubbing noses, his arm completely lost in the deep mouth and throat. Reed was still swallowing, causing his throat muscles to continually massage Peter's arm. "Wow," was all he could manage to say. His other arm was semi-resting on Russell now, who had him in a light hug as he licked the human's flesh. Content that he had lapped Peter's back long enough, Russell tilted his head to begin working on Peter's side, towards his stomach.
"How's it feel, being all inside a big ol' bear like that, Peter the Pizza Boy?" Donner's eyes narrowed a bit as he grinned at the man. Before giving Peter a chance to respond, he continued, "Feels pretty nice in there, doesn't it?" He placed his paws on the sides of his pudgy belly and jiggled it. "Ah, a nice, big ol' bear's belly.. I bet that would feel good, huh?"
Russell had positioned himself in front of Peter now, his tongue pushing into the man's belly button, shoving the navel ring around. Like Donner had done earlier, he opened his mouth and sucked on the man's whole belly. Between the talents of the two bears, Peter couldn't deny that he liked how it felt, but Donner's question didn't really make sense to him. Not sure how to respond, he simply agreed, "Um, yeah, it feels good, man."
Donner grinned widely and reached for an unopened beer from the coffee table that was separating him from the other three, tossing it to Peter who caught it with his free hand. As he attempted to open it with only one hand, Russell kept bumping his arm as his tongue traveled up to Peter's chest. His paws were wrapped around the human's body and dropped a bit to his pants. With skill belaying the size of his paws, he slid Peter's pants down so the man was now standing in his boxers, with two large, black bears firmly attached to him. Feeling a bit embarrassed by his sudden near-nudity, Peter couldn't do anything except stand there with an unopened beer in his hand. Donner rolled himself off the couch and walked to the trio, squeezing himself in close enough to use a claw to pop the tab as Peter held the can.
Reed was moving his head so that Peter's arm was slowly sliding in and out of his throat, not letting it leave his mouth, and Peter kept his hand relaxed for him. Russell was applying full-mouth suction to the left side of his chest, lapping at the tasty skin and nipple. Donner was absent-mindedly rubbing his own fat belly with one paw as he encouraged Peter to down the beer. Peter couldn't guzzle it like the bears could, but gulped and finished it pretty quick. Donner cocked his head to indicate the trashcan across the room, "2 points?" Pete took aim, tossed the can and missed. Donner smiled at him, "Aww, heh heh."
"I'm kinda distracted," Pete proclaimed, waving his hand at the two bears still busily slurping on him.
"Yeah, you are, aren't ya?" Donner chuckled. "Let's add to your distractions, Peter the Pizza Boy!" He quickly took Peter's free hand in his paw and placed it flat on his pudgy belly, holding it there. "Feel that?"
"Feel.. what? I feel your stomach."
"Yeah. My big bear belly. Heh heh. Feel good?"
Peter moved his hand around over the fur covering Donner's gut as much as the bear's restricting paw would allow. "Yeah, I guess," he said. "It's soft."
"Soft, yeah." Donner pressed Peter's hand deep into the belly fat. "Nice and soft, huh."
Peter wasn't sure what Donner was doing, but he did like how the big bear's belly felt, and his hand began exploring without Donner's help, which Donner seemed to enjoy. "Ah, yeah, there ya go, Peter the Pizza Boy." He moved a little closer, forming a tight grouping of the three bears surrounding the much smaller human, but it gave Peter a better angle to rub his belly. "Heh heh, I'm glad ya like it."
Pete just smiled back, not knowing how to respond to his enjoyment of rubbing a bear's belly. Standing this close to Donner, he felt very short, his head barely coming to the large bear's chest, and he could hear a low rumbling purr from deep within. Donner smiled casually, and subtly tapped Russell on the shoulder. Still sucking on Peter's chest, Russell stopped and shifted himself to Peter's side opposite Reed, as Donner then moved the young human's hand off his belly, giving it to Russell. Russell immediately took the hand into his mouth and slid it down his throat just like Reed had done, leaving Peter standing there with both arms completely engulfed up to his shoulders by the two bears.
"How ya feelin' now, Peter the Pizza Boy?" Donner cocked his head and appeared to be smirking.
"Um, good, I guess." The muscles in the two bears' throats were attempting to draw his arms deeper, but were stopped by the bears' mouths pressing against his upper torso, but he enjoyed the warm, wet, tightness of it.
"Well, good, but my belly still needs attention." He moved his large paw behind Peter's head and pulled him face first into his plump gut, using both paws to rub his face deep into the soft fat. With his arms immobilized, Peter could do nothing except try to breath through the fur. After a few moments, Donner loosened his hold enough for Peter to lift his face about an inch above the pudgy belly. "Nice and soft, huh, Pete? Ya like my belly?" He didn't wait for an answer. "My belly likes you." He chuckled and pressured the man's face back into his gut.
Peter began to panic when he realized that Donner was pushing his face into his belly fat so deep that he couldn't breath. He tried to yank his arms free, but Russell and Reed had increased the pressure of their mouths to hold him tight, while also gripping his legs in their paws to keep him from kicking. Feeling like he was suffocating, he began to get lightheaded and his struggling got weak. Donner then released his head and Peter lifted his face from the bear's belly, gasping for breath.
"Sorry about that, Peter the Pizza Boy, but I didn't think you were going to go without struggling." Donner seemed genuinely apologetic.
Still gasping, Peter could barely ask, "Go where?"
"In my belly, Pete. I'm going to eat you."
"What? What?!" If ever the man had been in a 'what the fuck?' moment, this was it.
"We made a bet, Pete. I won and you're the prize." Donner was smiling again which confused Peter because he always figured that evil, man-eating creatures would look much more sinister when they discussed their vile plans.
"A bet? What bet??"
"Beer can. They said I couldn't make the shot."
"A beer can? You're gonna eat me over a beer can?"
"Yup. But don't worry; it won't hurt."
"Wait, no! This isn't fair! I wasn't even here for the bet!" Peter had regained his breath and was struggling again against the insurmountable force of the two bears still holding him by the arms in their respective throats.
Donner cocked his head in thought. "Ya know, Peter the Pizza Boy, you're right. So, here's what we'll do - I'll toss another can, and if I miss, you can leave. Fair enough?" He grabbed the last beer off the coffee table and popped it open, guzzling it in one gulp.
Peter didn't respond but just watched in near-shock as he realized his fate was in the hands of a drunken bear with a beer can.
"And here we go, sports fans!" Donner raised the can and took aim, grinning widely. With a snap of his thick wrist, the can sailed through the air, arcing perfectly towards the trashcan target. Peter held his breath as Russell and Reed both turned their heads as best they could to watch. Like slow motion, the can skimmed downward and hit against the edge of the trashcan, spinning wildly upwards, to finally drop in - dead center.
Peter gasped. Donner turned back to him, smiling, and simply said, "Yum." Russell and Reed gave very muffled hoots of approval.
Walking up to Peter, Donner gently used his paw to lift the man's head up meet his eyes. Moving close so they were face to face, the bear smiled, "I like you, Peter. And I'll always remember you."
Peter almost felt like crying, "You aren't really gonna..." But Donner cut him off.
"Yeah, I am." And his huge tongue covered Peter's face, keeping him from talking as the bear's mouth quickly opened wide enough to engulf the man's head. Closing his lips loosely around his neck, Donner signaled to his two roommates to begin sliding back off Peter's arms.
Peter struggled wildly, although still held firmly by the bears. He twisted his head around, trying to get away from Donner's tongue and the thick odor of beer, but it was everywhere, lapping furiously to taste the young human trapped in his mouth. He tried to yell but when he opened his mouth, the bear's tongue simply considered that a new taste to explore. Thick saliva now covered every inch of Peter's head as Donner savored his prize. Nearly gagging on froth, it occurred to Pete that the bear's large teeth had made no contact with his skin, and that almost calmed him a degree. He considered that maybe the bears were just playing a perverse game, and after this insane initiation he would be released to kick back and enjoy another beer as they all laughed over it. "It's just a game!" he thought to himself.
Feeling Peter's struggling diminish a bit, Donner used the opportunity to stretch his lips over the human's shoulders. His paws were holding Peter by the waist, which allowed him to easily push the man's body upward into his open maw. As Peter's face was pushed deep into the base of the bear's tongue, he felt the top of his head being shoved into the tight opening of the throat. It was like a spasming, saliva-filled suction that slowly began to draw his head into the gulping, fleshy tube. Again unable to breathe, Peter renewed his panic and attempted to twist his body from the grip of the three bears. But his efforts were useless against their greater strength - and he was now, literally, in the throats of all three of them. As Donner took in the man's shoulders, Russell and Reed had slid down Peter's arms to just above the elbows, their mouths clamped firm to keep him from pulling free.
With the huge tongue now slobbering over his neck and upper chest, Peter felt more of his head squeezing into the fleshy opening of Donner's throat, which gulped furiously as it tried to pull faster than the bear was allowing. Donner had no intention of rushing his enjoyment of tasting every inch of his human meal, and his eyes had rolled back and closed as he sucked and licked. A momentary gap between the fleshy, hot tongue where it met the throat allowed Peter to catch a quick gasp of air - foul, beer-stench air, but it momentarily quelled his panic of suffocating. He felt the tight throat expanding around his head as he was slowly maneuvered into it. He was fully aware that Donner's lips had moved onto his shoulders, holding them firmly as his tongue slurped against his upper chest. His hands were now the only part of him remaining in Russell and Reed, and the two bears seemed to be trying to suck every last bit of human taste from them. With Donner's huge tongue no longer smothering his face, Peter continued to catch quick, beer-stenched breaths as air passed through with each heavy swallow.
The initial shock of his situation was changing to thoughts about what happens next, and Peter still tried to consider that the bears were only playing, but with his head now completely engulfed in Donner's throat, he also considered that the big bear really was going to eat him alive. As his mind shot back to the events leading up to his current predicament, he recalled Donner saying it wouldn't hurt, and after a quick mental inventory of his body, he realized that the bear had not yet harmed him. Having enjoyed the feel of his arms being swallowed into the throats of Russell and Reed, he considered that he might even like the sensations of this predicament, if not for the fear that it was a one-way trip.
Donner had worked Peter's shoulders towards the back of his mouth and was preparing himself for the expansion his throat would require to take in that part of the young human, knowing that once the shoulders were in, the rest of the body would slide easily. Taking his right paw off Peter's waist, he gently tapped Reed under the chin, indicating that Reed could now release the human's hand from the grip of his mouth. With almost choreographed precision, Donner's paw slid over Peter's arm as it was freed from the other bear's mouth and then resumed his grasp of the human's waist, now pinning the arm against it. He repeated this with Russell and the result was that Donner now had Peter held at the waist, giving him greater control of how quickly he would maneuver the man's body into his wide maw.
Peter could feel the activity but didn't know what it was about until he felt Donner's grasp of him tighten slightly and suddenly shove so that Peter's shoulders were forced quickly past the tight opening of the bear's throat. This also moved the human's head deeper into the fleshy tube, which continued to want to pull him downward. Donner's tongue was now delighting in the exploration of the new portion of the tasty pizza boy that had entered his mouth, but to Peter it seemed as though his chest and stomach were being intentionally tickled. He wiggled involuntarily in Donner's grip, and the big bear responded with pushing the tip of his tongue deep into Peter's navel. Amid the fear of his situation, Peter gave a mental "Ooh, yeah!" to the attention his belly button was receiving.
No longer active participants in the slow consumption of the pizza boy, Reed and Russell stayed close to Donner to vicariously share in his experience, made more special to them since they each knew exactly what their roommate was tasting. Russell gently placed his paw on Donner's chest, just below the neck, in anticipation of feeling the visible bulge formed by Peter's head move there. As Donner swallowed again, Russell's paw was raised by the moving mass inside and he smiled at his friend excitedly, feeling from outside what Donner was feeling within. Reed saw that Peter's boxers were starting to get drawn into the stretched, gulping maw and slid them down the human's legs, letting them drop to the floor. He then removed the shoes and socks, leaving nothing but naked flesh for Donner to swallow.
Breathing was becoming difficult for Peter, with his head deep in Donner's tight esophagus, but he managed to get short, quick breaths as the downward pull of muscles continually shifted past his mouth. His arms now pinned to his sides by the constriction of the tight throat, he could feel the bear's hot, wet tongue exploring his manhood and he again wondered if all this might be a game. His expectations of being eaten had been formed from movies and TV where the victim is usually extremely dead and in lots of pieces, not gently sliding down a nice-feeling throat while being tickled and aroused. If this was all just a joke the bears were playing, Peter hoped that it would end soon because, between the lack of air and smell of beer, he was getting very light-headed.
Breathing was not a problem for Donner, who was taking in long, deep breaths through his nose to enhance his enjoyment of the sensations his mouth and tongue were experiencing. He murred loudly as Peter's half-stiff cock slid into the opening of his throat. He knew his stomach would soon open up to accept Peter's head, and from that point the rest of the body would follow quickly. He leaned back in the couch and raised Peter's legs up a bit to allow gravity to aid in the process. In anticipation, both Reed and Russell placed their paws on Donner's plump belly in order to share in their friend's meal reaching its destination.
Nearly nodding off, Peter dizzily became aware of the movements of the huge body engulfing him. Too tired to care, and very buzzed from inhaling beer fumes, he simply wondered how much longer he would be stuck in the warm, tight, slimy tube. As if on cue, the esophagus opened and Peter's head was pushed into the upper end of Donner's beer-filled belly. The fumes were a shock and Peter was suddenly very awake again, realizing immediately where he now was. His downward movement was halted as he felt two paws grasp his ankles, holding him in place. Apparently Donner didn't want things ending just yet. Or maybe this is where the joke ends, and Peter gets pulled back out! "Please let this game be over," he thought to himself.
Having felt Peter's head enter his stomach, Donner did indeed want to slow down what would otherwise be a quick swallowing of the rest of him by grabbing Pete's ankles just before they were pulled into his mouth. Reed and Russell both let out "ooh"s as they felt their roommate's belly slightly expand. Russell looked up at Donner and smiled. "Go for it, bro!" he said, stretching out his paws and pressing slightly into Donner's belly to prepare for the expected sudden bloating.
Donner released his grip and swallowed hard. Peter's feet quickly disappeared into his maw and down his throat. The sudden downward movement pushed Peter's head into a mixture of beer and stomach juices, and, as his body followed, the curvature of the stomach walls forced his head towards his chest making him curl into a ball. Reed and Russell hooted in awe when Donner's pudgy belly suddenly expanded massively as Peter's entire body slid into it. The space was too tight for Peter to move as the walls of the bear's belly pressed against his naked flesh, any gaps filled with warm, foul-smelling liquid. He weakly gasped for a breath as he felt himself drifting into unconsciousness. "Game over, man. It's game over."
Donner let out a quiet gasp, his body acknowledging the finality within. He placed a paw on each of his roommates' shoulders and softly spoke, "A moment of respect for Peter, please." The three bowed their heads solemnly in silent appreciation of the unwilling human who now nourishes one of their own.
After a short time, Donner looked up and smiled at his two roommates. "We got any beer left?"
Reed, who had been the impromptu bartender earlier, jumped up. "Yeah, we got a lot!" he said as he headed for the fridge.
Russell plopped himself on the couch next to reclining Donner. "He was damn tasty, huh!"
"Sure was!" Donner rubbed his huge, stuffed belly. "Too bad he wasn't more into it, but he's part of me now forever, regardless. He grinned widely at his friend.
"Man, you're lucky. I wish I could eat one of the humans." Russell reached for the beer that Reed was holding out for him.
"Hey, let's order some Chinese food!" Reed suggested, handing another beer to Donner.
Popping his can open and taking a large sip, Donner belched, "Heh heh. Kinda late for that tonight. We should probably lay low anyway. Somebody might notice if too many delivery boys disappear."
"Yeah, but how else can we get some humans up here?" Russell licked his lips. "It's not like they're gonna knock on the door!"
There was a knock at the door. The three bears, startled, looked at each other. Reed, who was still standing, walked over and opened it. There stood Chris and Danny, holding three pizza boxes.
"Um, Hi." Danny said. "Our delivery guy grabbed the wrong order for you guys so we brought the right one by for ya!"
Reed glanced back at Donner and Russell, then turned back to the two men and grinned. "Come in, boys! Come in."
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