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"I cannot believe you ate my son!" Shouted the over-fluffed cheetah across the desk. The larger lion's expression didn't change from his ever-present scowl as the father of this morning's unexpected breakfast shouted at him.

"In front of everyone in the hallways, destroying his dignity as you swallowed him like some common scholarship student! My family donates hundreds of thousands to this school, and you repay us like *this*?"

Among all of the insults, accusations, and demeaning comments the cheetah had slung over the past hour, *that* comment was the one that got to Mr. Everstone more than anything else. While Mr. Everstone didn't much care for the wellbeing of students, especially those he designated as food, he did care for the reputation and continued function of the Academy. He silently promised that when he discovers whoever had told Mr. Reese of this incident, they were going to find themselves being called to his office over the speakers very quickly.

"Mr. Reese, I am regretful that I had to consume your son. But he was violating several academy laws, and no level of misbehaviour is tolerable in my campus." Mr. Everstone said in a calm, level voice. He could see Mr. Reese recoil instinctively from the deep, growling baritone despite the lion making no efforts to add any extra intimidation to it. It was just the effect he had on people. "It would be highly unprofessional of me to show favouritism simply because his family paid for it. We are an establishment of prestige, not institution of frat-boy pranks and drunken sorority parties."

"Oh! Oh, that's *rich*! Gulp my boy down in front of everyone and then lecture me on his *unprofessional behaviour*. Tell me, was digesting him a purely professional act, or did he ‘misbehave' and make you belch as well?"

Mr. Everstone resisted the urge to tell him how unlikely that was, considering the younger cheetah was currently sloshing in his nuts. It would have been delightful to see the look on Mr. Reese's face, but he was attempting to scavenge this relationship for the funding.

"It's in the student agreement everyone signs when they enroll here, punishment is dolled out by faculty at their discretion. Punishments include-"

"Yes, ingestion, digestion, and permanent additions to faculty." Mr. Reese rudely interrupted. That rubbed the Dean's fur the wrong way. "I was *hoping* that a few hundred-thousand dollars would at *least* give us a warning if our *heirs* were in danger of being lunch!"

Mr. Everstone clicked his pen and made a note. He tried to ignore the rising warmth in his pants, as he revelled in the feeling of his balls housing such an important member of society. "A future warning. I will keep that in mind, given my faculty or myself recognize your future progeny before they're punished. Discipline is typically given on the spot with little notice."

"Hah!" The cheetah snarked. "Future progeny? None of my other kids will ever be attending this clown-show if this is how you're going to treat us! At least *some* colleges give their donors some security and protection."

*That* got on Mr. Everstone's nerves. The idea that the cheetah would dare insinuate another college would be better in any degree. His lips rolled up in a slight snarl.

"I cannot *stop* you from doing that, of course. Mr. Reese. However, I think you'll find educations at such institutions are usually in expanding one's waistline rather than their minds." He said with a slight growl. Mr. Reese rolled his eyes.

"Oh come off it, as if half the faculty here aren't fat off the students who ‘fail' these ridiculous requirements. Your own rump is stretching those overpriced pants to their limit. It's a wonder you wear a belt as it can't be holding anything up. Maybe it's holding your *gut in*."

Already ticked off, Mr. Everstone's mind wandered to a satisfying way to end this conversation, should it go the way he was expecting. With one hand he kept writing. The other he slipped beneath the desk and stealthily undid his belt buckle and pants. His balls were already aching to no longer be sealed within the tight fabric. Their occupant, long ago turned to nut-sludge, was making them much larger than normal. The lion held back a sigh of relief and looked Mr. Reese directly in the eyes.

"As I said, we deeply apologize for devouring your son. Unfortunately, his punishment has already been processed, and his expulsion is irreversible. There's nothing we can do at this stage to change this. Is there any compensation we can offer that will help ease the loss?"

Mr. Reese crossed his arms. His tail flicked with annoyance. Mr. Everstone tried not to drool as he imagined slurping that long appendage like a noodle.

"You have yet to say *exactly* what my son did to deserve such punishment. I suppose I'll need to know that before I can really say what his *murder* is worth. So, what was it? A cheating ring for the exams? Grand Plagarism? Was he selling drugs?"

Try as he might to force down his smile, Mr. Everstone couldn't keep all of the glee out of his voice as he admitted his recent cock-meal's crimes to his own father.

"Running in the halls."

The silence that sat between them was delicious. Mr. Reese froze stock still as his brain processed the revelation.

"You *ate him* for *running in the halls*? I'm sorry, are we in *kindergarten*? What the hell sort of punishment system is this! What rediculously, ludicrous, asinine-" The cheetah was sputtering as he reached for the adequate words to describe his sheer anger at this.

"As I said, we run a very strict campus here. No rule breaking is tolerated."

"That's it! I've had it! This school is rotten to it's overweight core. You and your *ilk* won't be getting another goddamned cent from me or my estate! In fact, you'll be hearing from my lawyers!"

Mr. Reese kept squeaking insults and threats, but the lion didn't really hear anything past *You're not getting another cent*. Since the relationship with this sponsor was lost, there was nothing holding him back from doing what he wanted. Mr. Everstone stood up. As he did, he hooked a thumb into his pants and slid out of them effortlessly. His boxers, too, came off. Leaving him in his button up shirt, suit jacket, tie, long, plaid socks, and dress shoes. His sheath and massive balls swayed with their weight as he stood. Mr. Reese didn't seem to notice the lion was pantsless, as he was already on the phone trying to get in touch with some authority. Lawyers, perhaps. Mr. Everstone was hardly scared.

"Get Jason on the phone! I want all payments to the university stopped immediately, and funds need to be sent to our Lawyers on retainer! We're going scorched earth on-" Mr. Reese stopped mid-sentence as the massive, hung lion walked around the desk and closed the short distance between them. His eyes went wide, anger and fear warring between each other in his mind, freezing him in place. Mr. Everstone gently took the phone from Mr. Reese's hand and hung up.

The Cheetah's view was soon eclipsed by the giant feline, who had just turned around to show him the twin cheeks of the massive, tawnny-furred moon. Crass as his comments were, Mr. Reese wasn't wrong about the size of Mr. Everstone's ass.

"What the fuck are you-"

Any further complaints were quickly muffled by the fat lion rump now sitting on Mr. Reese's face. Even as he raised the volume of his voice, those plump, soft, satin mounds dampened all of it to the quietest of sounds.

Knowing the fate of this annoyance was sealed, Mr. Everstone allowed himself to relax and enjoy the sensation. His soft and stretchy pucker relaxed with him as it slid over Mr. Reese's face and introduced him to the darkness of lion guts.

Finally, all of that shouting was going towards something *productive.* The vibration of the sound against his prostate was making the lion's thick sheath expand and reveal the softened cock within. His anal ring sank onto Mr. Reese's shoulders, sealing the cheetah's remarks within Mr. Everstone's bowels, where he wouldn't need to consider them any further.

The Lion allowed himself a deep purr like rumbling thunder. They grew louder as he felt his anus stretch then sink on each shoulder, each stretch giving him the pure pleasure of dominance. He shifted his hips, slipping each one into his ass.

From there, gravity took hold. Mr. Everstone let his weight pull him down further on the struggling form of his prey, tucking Mr. Reese further and further between those cheeks, disappearing into the darkness forever. While he let nature take its course, Mr. Everstone grabbed the cheetah's discarded cell-phone and began digging to see if he could find the student who had tipped Mr. Reese off to his son's gurgled grade.

By the time Mr. Everstone found the incriminating texts, his bare cheeks were sitting fully on the chair. Mr. Reese's legs and feet were all that were left to be tucked into his bowels. They had lost some of their fight, but the cheetah was still kicking and squirming, trying to wiggle his way back out. The lion had a full on erection, which he was ignoring.

"Got you, you little snitch," Mr. Everstone growled to himself with a wide, toothy smile. The school may have lost a significant amount of funding, but his waistline was about to gain some significant sponsorship.

He stood up. Mr. Reese's legs dangled in the air. The cheetah kicked harder, hoping to dislodge himself, but a tight clench from Mr. Everstone simply tucked him further up in those guts. With the phone in hand, he stepped back behind his desk and sat into his proper chair. The cheetah's feet met with the seat of the chair first, and then as Mr. Everstone sat down, they disappeared between his fat, furry ass-cheeks. Gone from the world with a clench of that asshole. Mr. Everstone growled and rubbed his squirming gut. He allowed himself some brief moments of pleasure as his guts squeezed and worked over the poor, lesser feline. They were eager to churn him down and absorb him into nutrients; all in due time.

Mr. Everstone leaned over his desk and hit a button on his phone, which called his secretary.

"Dana, could you please summon Mr. Julian Cooke to my office? I need to have a word with him."

There was a pause for a moment, then the speaker came to life with some static.

"Will we be needing another set of EA-10 forms, sir?" She asked.

"Yes, please have him fill those out before entering my office. It would be most convenient."

Dana confirmed the request and Mr Everstone leaned back into his chair. One hand rubbed over his stomach, his claws coming out just enough to scritch beneath the fur at the squirming bulges Mr. Reese was making beneath the layers of fat. His other claw reached down to fondle his oversized, student-stuffed balls.

Today was a good day after all.