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The tawny-coated coyote slinked his way into the bar on a Friday night, looking forward to kicking off his weekend in a fun way. He wasn't sure what all that would entail just yet, but he knew it would start with a few nice beers. The bar overall was moderately populated at this point, though the counter itself was fairly open, so that's where he sat down as he ordered his first pint.

Soon, though, he realized why not many people were sitting up at the bar itself. Three wolves a few chairs down from him, all maybe in their mid- to upper-twenties and clearly way too dedicated to their time in the gym (in contrast to his own slightly-portly form), were at least a few drinks in already and being quite… “Rambunctious" would be a generous word. They thankfully weren't intentionally interacting with anyone else, but the volume control was gone and no topic was off-limits. Whether it was one of the sports games currently on the bar TVs, who got laid in the past week, how shitty their jobs were, or what personal best they had just hit in the gym today – anyone anywhere close was uncontrollably aware of what was going on in these three wolves' lives.

As the coyote finished his first drink, his mindset shifted from mildly annoyed to mischievous. Wolves always felt like they ran the place, and these three clearly even moreso than normal… He could easily have fun with this, especially with some of the things he was hearing… The grey wolf having to juggle two girlfriends at once; the red wolf, having apparently eaten “only" a scrawny rabbit guy on a hunt yesterday; the black wolf having flirted with a Devon Rex twink the other day that unfortunately didn't go any further… Yes, he could have fun with this group.

He scooted one chair over while the three wolves were engrossed with some wrestling on TV – it looked like one of the wrestlers, presumably the face of this match judging by the outfits, practically threw the heel right out of the ring.

“Always love seeing his moves," the coyote commented after the wolves' whoops died down.

“Hell yeah!" the black wolf, closest to him agreed, “Johnny Gunz totally rocks the ring!"

“Cheers to that" the coyote responded, raising his pint glass, which was readily clinked with the wolf's bottle – and maybe did it a bit too strongly, too, as some of the coyote's drink sloshed out. He kept a friendly smile for the moment and continued “Y'all seem like a fun group; what's yer name? I'm Brejen."

“Brej!" the black wolf shouted as if already intimately familiar. “Nice ttt meecha! The name's Taboro, call me Tab! These here's Jerrrremy and Mitch." He then went to go take another swing of his bottle, but found it to be miniscule or simply empty and pouted a bit at that discovery.

“Charmed," Brejen answered, before finishing off the last of his pint and motioning to the bartender. “A full round of four, on me!" He smirked as the three wolves next to him whooped again, Tab going so far as to thump him on the shoulder. Even though they were taller and more muscular than him, he wagered he probably had similar or even slightly more mass than they each did, plus they were at least two or three rounds further in than he was… He was gonna drink at least one of them under the table and then have his fun.

Another patience-testing round or two later, and it was clear Tab was going to be the loud gym-bro wolf getting his comeuppance. The other two had actually started trailing off on their consumption already, but Tab was bound and determined to go drink-for-drink with Brejen. It certainly made him a bit unstable, and also brought out his flirty side – if you wanted to call some wholly non-subtle suggestions as “flirting". Another day, in other circumstances, he might've considered the admittedly muscular wolf – but he would've needed an entirely more amicable personality. At least he was lucky in which wolf was getting the most drunk, as the other two seemed to be entirely straight, while Tab here clearly seemed to brag about banging guys as much (or more?) than he did girls. Brejen played along at least, his hand soon rubbing the inside of Tab's thigh, but he had no plans for being Tab's next score once he got the wolf alone.

You don't drink on an empty stomach, after all.

When the black wolf leaned over to seductively nibble on his neck and nearly missed, he figured that was the sign to get things moving along. As Tab recovered, the coyote cooed “How about the two of us go somewhere a bit more private, stud?" emphasizing the last word solely to stroke the wolf's ego. It worked, with Tab nearly falling off his barstool to start walking away from his friends with a very poor attempt at a subtle wink in their direction.

The two canids made their way toward the bathrooms, but just before getting there, Brejen grabbed his companion's wrist and instead pulled him out of the bar's side door and into the alley. Before Tab could confusingly question what was going on, the coyote explained “less likely to get a random person coming by to interrupt us out here."

It took a moment for that sentence to register in the black wolf's mind, but the acknowledgement did finally cross his face. While he clearly thought of answering in kind, all that came out was a grunt of affirmation as he began to flailingly try to pull his tight t-shirt off. Brejen calmly took his vest off, then his shirt, then slid his vest back on – the shirt was the main encumbrance for what was about to go down. He also undid the front of his pants, but no more, as Tab finally managed to get un-tangled from his shirt and drop-toss it haphazardly to the side. He them began fumbling with the front of his pants as the coyote closed the distance between them. Those jeans made it down to his knees, showing off some fire-patterned compression shorts underneath, but in his drunken state he began wobbling again, swaying and hopping a little bit as he couldn't seem to figure out how to get his pants all the way down.

Brejen smiled wide and opened his mouth just as one of those wobbles sent the wolf's face dipping forward, planting the normally-taller wolf's chin right onto the coyote's tongue with a soft “plap", with the continuing forward motion sending his nose sliding straight to the back of Brejen's maw while he struggled with his own balance. As the coyote felt that wet nose touch the back of his throat, he swallowed, welcoming that black muzzle into his gullet, his teeth already spreading over the widest part of Tab's head.

For his part, it seemed like Tab was so far gone that he didn't realize he was starting to slide down someone else's throat – that, or he was so consumed with the idea of getting laid that his hazy brain couldn't get his priorities straight. Either way, he apparently remained completely focused on trying to get his shins out from his skinny jeans and made no effort at all to counteract the swallowing of the hungry coyote.

Brejen gripped Tab's upper arms mostly just to keep the wolf stable enough to swallow – he didn't really need to restrain the wolf or add any extra force in swallowing him. It was convenient that the wolf, already leaning forward while fussing with his pants and with his internal balance totally shot from all the drinking, could only continue “falling" right down into the coyote's undulating throat. His head bulged out Brejen's neck, and as wide as his shoulders were, the experience coyote was soon gulping those down as well, with the imprint of the wolf's head forever disappearing down into the tawny canid's bulk.

Brejen shifted his grip from the wolf's arms to the side of his torso as he lifted his meal up into the air. Tab finally managed to kick his jeans off as his feet left the ground, though those pants were partially impeded by the wolf's boots. His flailing legs somewhat unbalanced the coyote a bit, but unlike most of the people Brejen had eaten, it was solely from a very sloppy attempt at undressing instead of an actual struggle to free themselves from before coyote fat. Indeed, now that Tab's pants were off, he started focusing on peeling off his compression shorts instead of giving any inkling of fighting to free himself from the advancing grip of that gullet. It was as if he was still thinking he was going to fuck the smaller canid once they were done with this silly little thing Brejen was putting him through…

Brejen just kept gulping down his bar snack, getting a fresh taste of jock musk as the wolf's crotch entered his mouth, making Tab start humping against his tongue as he pulled the wolf's boots and compression shorts fully off. He could feel the wolf's head press down on the floor of his gut as that chamber gurgled loudly in anticipation while it slowly but surely filled with wolf meat. He was pudgy enough already that the big, muscular wolf wasn't yet making a noticeable bulge in his belly, and as he started slurping down Tab's thighs, he wondered how obvious, if at all, it would be that he had eaten someone today.

He would find out soon enough. After another minute or two of swallowing down those black-furred legs, the tips of Tab's toes sank in just far enough that Brejen was able to clack his teeth closed cleanly around them, sealing the absolutely sloshed wolf away from the outside world for good. He held off his final swallow, taking a few moments to suckle on those meaty paw pads. Tab must've had at least a little bit of a foot fetish himself, as Brejen's teasing suddenly made the legs trapped in his gullet stiffen up, and he could feel those hips attempt to hump the inside of that tight passage for a bit until he heard a significantly-muffled howl comes from the depths of his wobbling, overfilled belly. The toes in his mouth curled tightly for a few seconds, then relaxed as the wolf's legs did as well. He swallowed one last time, easily sending the last of the now-limp wolf down his throat and emptying into that cauldron of a coyote gut.

Brejen patted the dome of his stomach with a highly satisfied smile on his face as it bounced a little with the last of Tab dropping down and curling up inside. If you knew how much of a gut the coyote typically had, you could tell it was bigger than it was supposed to be; however, if you didn't already know, the layers of pudge already there smoothed over any otherwise-telltale wolf-shaped bulges and just looked like incredibly well-fed midsection as it hung out from the tawny canid's open vest and pants.

“mmm that's a gooood pup," he cooed teasingly, licking his lips, “time to let you stew in my pot – belly, heh."

With a satisfied sigh, the coyote leaned his back against the outside wall of the pub and eased his way down to sit on the ground next to his neatly-folded t-shirt. In contrast, the wolf's discarded clothes and accessories were strewn about quite haphazardly as their doomed owner was likely still confused as to exactly what was going on. His form was idly wiggling around underneath a few layers of fur, skin, and pudge – a few layers that he was about to join over the next day.

"I bet you're still too drunk to know you just got ate, huh, you horny bastard?" the coyote asked with a smirk. "I wonder how many of those girls and twinks you bragged about you've actually fucked. I'd bet not many, heh."

After a few minutes of enjoying the gurgling and groaning noises coming from his gut, Brejen heard a buzzing sound come from the wolf's jeans a few feet away. Out of curiosity, he leaned over and was juuuust able to snag the hem of the pants' ankles to pull them over to him and extract the wolf's phone. The preview seemed to be of a text from one of his two friends asking how long he was going to take, but he couldn't read the entire text from the wolf's lock screen. Instead of seeing a PIN or pattern entry, it seemed like the wolf's phone was locked with a proper password.

With how bro-jock-ish the wolf was, Brejen tried the “overdone" passwords, but went through four of the allowed five attempts with no luck. He stared down at his churning gut for a little bit, and one last idea hit him. He typed in “alpha" – and the phone unlocked.

“Of course you would," he mumbled to himself as he then belched up the last of the wolf's air and went to go read the text in full.

>>Hey man, yu doin okay? How much longer you gonna take out ther bonin? Gonns come back to us 2nit?

The coyote smirked, thinking of what he could pretend to say as Tab… Then decided he'd have even more fun responding as himself.

<<Hay, thisis Brejn here. Tab is totaly waisted, nearly fellovr a bit ago, so I'm taking him home w me insted

He left a few typos into the message intentionally, as he loved the opportunity to get away with the wasted/waisted “typo" – and it seemed like it went right over the other wolf's head as a “thumbs-up" reaction popped up on his text.

>>haha okay mr coyote! FYI he luvs gtting belly rubs and complaments on his 6pack

<<good to no

Brejen chuckled as he grabbed what he assumed was one of Tab's knees and actively wobbled his wolf-filled gut. There was some minimal movement inside among all the sloshing, but he guessed his snack was starting to be not-quite-solid at this point already and about to finally pass out.

“Well, your six-pack is a few hours away from being part of mine now, Mr. Alpha Wolf! Heh… Well, I guess I have more of a keg these days than a six-pack… Oh!" He willingly bonked the top of his head against the wall behind him in sudden frustration as a realization hit: he shouldn't have told the friends he had already taken Tab home! The black wolf was the fourth of a potential “six pack of wolves" around his middle over the past two months that he could've completed if he might've hoodwinked Tab's two friends out to him…

"I guess I've grown a habit of wolf-ing down easy meals, huh?" he asked his gut, teasingly poking at one of the bulges there.

It squished easily beneath his finger. His gut gurgled around the meal it was currently working on and he shrugged to himself at the missed opportunity to add the "last two" wolves of the pack; it had been quite a while since he had eaten multiple people in one night, after all, and the mass of the muscular wolf was plenty enough for him to break down for now. He belched again, this time tasting beer, wolf, and raw meat, making him smirk as his gut did what loud, obnoxious, self-important jocks all deserved. He pulled Tab's wallet from his pants but otherwise left all of the former wolf's things strewn about as he got to his feet and started walking home, looking forward to waking up the next morning with no evidence remaining of the wolf's existence except an extra inch or so around his waist.

>>hey, who's payin for all you two drank?

<<Tell 'em t put it n my Tab