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I don't know why I decided to go to a nightclub tonight. My friends have been telling me to get out of my house for weeks, try to get over my ex, but I've been away from this scene; the loud music in dark rooms, the frantic dancing and increasingly drunk morons are just boring me tonight. I guess I don't have a right to complain about the drunks, I'm on my fourth glass of cheap wine in two hours, sitting at the bar and watching the dance floor. The dancing is boring, but the people are cute at least. The Hunting Grounds is the only vore club in the city, so there's a lot of sexy predators here looking for a belly stuffer for the night. The prey is cute too, I guess, but not really my type. Well, not the type I'm looking for at least.

There's an orca on the floor that catches my eye. He's massive and not dancing, just scanning from the edge of the crowd with a smirk on his face. He's twice my height and fit, but his belly is big, round, and inviting. I try to make eye contact, but he apparently sees someone he knows, or wants to know, in the crowd and starts wading in. I sigh and finish off my wine in one big gulp. The bartender, a cute red fox who I'm going to need to give a big tip, comes over almost immediately. I wordlessly pass him a ten and he refills my glass and walks off. I guess I shouldn't expect anyone to come hit on me when I'm this obviously uncomfortable. Predators tend to go for the easy prey, and here that means the happy flirty dancing types. Why bother going for the mopey drunk squirrel when there's an otter worshiping your belly on the dance floor, or a skinny cat flirting with anyone who gets close enough. I guess I'll call tonight a dry run, dipping my toes back in and getting familiar with the local scene after two years away.

I turn back to the bar, thinking I should probably get some food in my stomach before I get really drunk. The cute fox is with some other customer, chatting while he makes some kind of complex shots. He laughs, then looks annoyed and points at a sign behind the bar.

THE BARTENDER IS NOT

ON THE MENU

The customer, a bear in every sense of the word, growls and downs two shots as the fox heads further away from me. I hear a deep voice behind me. "Only idiots and losers hit on the bartender. Especially when there's such a cute snack sitting all alone so close by."

I turn around and see a grinning black wolf, who slides onto the stool next to me. He's muscled, and about a head taller than me. He sounded confident, but as I turn to look at him his smile falters, looking nervous for a moment. "Yeah? Which do you think he is?"

"Probably an idiot. It's not late enough for him to be desperate, so he'd either be a standard idiot or a serious loser. Could go either way, come to think of it," He adds as we watch the bear get brushed off by a mouse.

I smile and introduce myself, "My name's Ethan, and please don't call me 'Eat him' it isn't clever. What brings you here?"

"Sam. And, I guess dinner brings me here." His smile slips again, he doesn't seem like the usual uber-dominant predator. "You?"

"Booze. So far at least. Wouldn't mind some company, if you'd like."

"Thanks." Yeah, definitely not an overly dominant type. It's kind of cute watching him try, and I order some bread-sticks while I size him up. I guess it's time to play the flirting game if I want anything to happen tonight.

He beats me to it. "So, did it hurt? Falling from heaven I mean."

"If I'd realized you like cheesy lines like that, I'd have ordered the mozzarella sticks." I wince internally. Do not insult the potential pick up. He doesn't seem to mind, luckily.

"Cheese stuffed squirrel? Haven't had that before, wonder how it tastes."

"About the same as regular squirrel if you eat it right. At least, that's what I've heard."

"Well, I think I'd like to try it myself, I don't trust rumors."

I let myself laugh, an honest one. It may not be that funny if I was sober, but my pleasantly buzzed mind thought it was pretty good, and more importantly it meant tonight might not be a dry run. "So should I order them then?"

The bartender comes back with the bread and the wolf, Sam, starts to order them himself. I stop him, "You know, unless you've had squirrel pretty recently, you won't have a good comparison. Plus, I'm not that hungry, and I think you could use a real meal." I start to eat my bread, waiting for him to talk again. He doesn't at first, he just stares hungrily at me. So hungrily that I start to feel a bit self-conscious, in fact. I like my body for the most part- a bit short and a bit chubby but I take good care of myself. It's been a while since anyone stared at me like a piece of meat, it was exciting and it made me just a bit nervous. I swallow, and break the silence myself. "So where are you from?"

"That obvious huh? I just moved here from a Podunk little town in Missouri."

"Ah. Nice there?"

We make basic small talk for a bit while I munch on my bread. I learn more about him from what he doesn't say than what he does, and get the impression that his family would be more horrified to see him hitting on a guy than in a vore club. When he forgets that he's trying to impress me with his dominance, it's actually a pretty nice conversation. I'm surprised at how easily I'm talking about random, unimportant things, and how effective it is at taking my mind off of Danny. We're both watching the bread-sticks dwindle, and I get to the last one. The moment of truth is coming, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna let him take me home. I wait for a pause before asking "So where are you staying?"

I give him a wink, and he smiles back. "A long walk or a short cab ride away. You?"

"Well my apartment is about a 30 minute cab drive, but tonight I was hoping on staying right here." I drop the bread I'm holding on the floor, and reach over and run my hand over his stomach. He had great abs under his clothes, and I can't help but groan softly as I imagine those muscles squeezing against me. "So, I'm thinking a short cab ride." I leave my hand still for a moment, then lower it, running down his thigh and over his cloth covered cock. He pushes it gently away, then starts to apologize. I just smile, and say, "We should probably go somewhere a bit more private before I can take care of that, huh?"

He lets my hand go and stands up, his pants bulging. We head outside and he hails a cab, and types in his address. Once we're in the cab, thankfully a driverless one, he wraps his arm around me. I lean in and he nuzzles the top of my head, and takes a long sniff. "You smell delicious." He doesn't say it like a compliment; more like it's a fact. I slip my hand under his shirt, feeling his soft belly fur against my paws. It's short, and I dig my claws into it and gently brush them against his skin.

A thought crosses my mind after a few seconds, and I pull back. He lets me go reluctantly, and I pull out my phone. I open up the camera app, and point it at him. "What are you doing?" he asks, looking nervous.

"Safe-Vore app. I hope you don't mind, but I'm not getting eaten without some insurance."

"I haven't heard of that."

"Really? I thought it was pretty common. Basically if I don't log in and take down a picture within 30 hours of it being taken, it sends the picture to the cops. Just a precaution, ya know?"

"O...ok. Makes sense I guess."

I'm a little worried, SV has been ubiquitous since before me and Danny started dating. "You did take the antacids, right. I mean..."

He gives me a look and pulls out a pill bottle. "I'm not an idiot." I check the label, vore strength antacids. The seal is broken, so that's a good sign.

"Sorry, just wanted to make sure. Smile?" I snap a picture and check it, then upload it and turn off my phone. I snuggle back up to the wolf, and he puts an arm around me. I slip my hand back under his shirt, but the cab stops before I can really start exploring his body. I get out and check the fare, then pull out some cash as Sam swipes his credit card. I offer him my half of the fare, but he turns it down. I guess his dominance thing is kicking in again- not that I'm complaining.

The building is nice, and the wolf leads me to the second floor. Outside of the privacy of the cab, he shies away from me a bit, so I just walk a bit behind him. He opens the door and leads me in. It's fairly clean, not exactly fastidiously though. I'm glad - apartments that are too clean just seem off somehow - serial killery. "I'm gunna use the head real fast. Feel free to look around." He heads through one door, and I open a second. Turns out that it's a closet, so I head through the kitchen and see another door. This one is the bedroom, and I flip on the light switch. Queen bed, clean looking sheets, well lit. The room is small, it's pretty much taken up by the bed and a single nightstand. I think about making a joke about that when he joins me, but decide it's a bit too silly. Besides, I don't know for sure this will be a one night stand, at least the part of me that doesn't want to feel like a total slut doesn't. I must have grown that part pretty recently, but I tell it to shut up as I strip off my clothes, pushing them under the bed for now. I lie down on the bed, experimenting with a few poses before decide to lie on my side across the bed, facing the door, with my tail draped over the edge of the bed. I rub my finger against my cock, wondering if I should get myself hard first or wait for Sam. Then I realize I don't have much of a choice, I'm getting hard pretty easy with the knowledge that my dry spell is ending so soon.

I hear a flush, and a few seconds later the bedroom door opens. "Not quite a silver platter, but close enough I hope," I say, smiling at him. The wolf just stares at me, not hungrily like before. More like shock as he stares at my erection. "What, you've never seen a cock before?" He doesn't respond, and several things click into place all at once. He seemed nervous, he just moved here from the south, his parents were anti-gay. "Oh god. You're a virgin aren't you?" Then another thing clicks. "And you're starting with vore? Ambitious. I like it."

Now, I'm not one of those guys who obsesses over virgins either way. I figure everyone has to start somewhere, and hey it may not be the best sex I've ever had but it's got to be better than heading home and jacking off before going to bed alone. Still, I prefer knowing what I'm getting into so I'm a bit annoyed at Sam. More so since he's not moving, just staring at me looking more and more awkward. I sigh and sit up, patting the bed next to me. He still doesn't move. "Are you coming? Cause if you don't want to screw and eat someone, you really shouldn't be picking up guys in a vore club." Still nothing. "Come on, I won't bite. That's your job."

Finally, he seems to snap out of it. "Sorry. I mean, I want this, but-"

"No buts. I want it, you want it. We're consenting adults, Sam." He takes a breath and comes over to the bed. Part of me wants him to just grab me and go to town, but that's obviously not happening tonight. I slide off the bed and kneel in front of him. "Tell me if you want me to stop." I reach up and unbutton his pants. "Please don't want me to stop." I unzip them and slide them down, and smile as his cock bounces merrily once it's no longer held back by the fabric. I look up, and see that he's looking right back at me as I start to mouth at the base of his cock. I'm holding it still with one hand, while I reach up and start to gently play with his balls with the other. I wasn't planning on blowing him tonight, but I figure if he's a virgin either his cock is on a hair trigger or he's too nervous to cum.

I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and start to suck, licking at the tip slightly. I start slowly bobbing my head, going a bit further down his shaft every time. Still playing with his balls, I feel them tighten as Sam gasps "Oh god." It's enough warning that I manage not to choke as his cock twitches and shoots its load into my mouth. I keep suckling until I'm sure he's done, then pull back and off him with a pop. I look him in the eye and lick my lips. He smiles at me, still breathing heavily. "Sorry, I know that was-"

"A decent round one." I climb back onto the bed while he reaches down to his pants. He starts to pull them up, then pauses and pushes them back down, kicking them off. I lie down, and he turns to me.

"So, shall I, um, return the favor?"

"If you'd like. Make sure to watch your teeth though." He leans down over me, propping his head up over my cock, and takes a deep breath. I think he's trying to inhale my scent, but then I realize it's more like he's preparing to jump in a cold pool. "You don't ha- Ohh" I moan as he pushes his head down, taking my whole cock into his warm muzzle. Canines- no suction but they can always fit the whole thing inside. His tongue slides across the bottom, sickening it. I breathe in slowly, then jerk as he starts to pull his head back. "Teeth! Watch the teeth!"

"Shit. You ok?" He opens his mouth and pulls of my cock, leaving it wet and cold. He didn't pierce the skin, thank god.

"I'm fine. You're gonna want to work on that though- pull your lips over the teeth when your blowing someone. For now let's just move on." He's still propped up above me, so I reach up and pull him down and forward. He lets me, and his body weight feels good pushing me into the bed. "We need to get me ready and you hard again if you want to really fuck me. Where's your lube?"

Sam looks ashamed, but reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a small bottle and a box of condoms. Neither has been opened, and he struggles to get the plastic off the lube. I let him work on it- he's still lying on me and I'm gently grinding my cock into his belly as he works. Eventually he manages to get it open. He hands it to me, but I grab his paw. His claws are trimmed well. "You're gunna need to know how to lube guys up someday. No time like the present." He nods, and I glob some lube onto his paw. I push him slightly, and he rolls off me. I climb up and straddle his belly, then lie down and nuzzle his chest. His hand comes up behind me, brushing my tail out of the way. The lube gets stuck all over my fur, by the time he brushes his fingers against my pucker there isn't much left. I close my eyes as he rubs around my entrance. "Get a bit more lube there, you can't use too much." His hand pulls away, and comes back a bit later. I shiver as the cold lube really starts to hit my bare skin, then again as he pushes his finger in, quickly joined by a second. "There we go."

I give his fingers a squeeze, and start rocking my hips. "Mmm. That's probably enough for now." I'm worried I may not last long. I open my eyes again, and look back. I see a long pole standing straight up behind me. Sam pulls his finger out, and I grab a condom and open it with my teeth. I shimmy down onto his legs, his cock pressing up against me as I push my way over it. I look at his face, watching me intently. I put the condom in my mouth and bend down over him. I taste the unflavored latex and lube, nasty but whatever. I pull the condom the rest of the way down, and grab the discarded lube bottle. I squirt some onto my paw, and start slowly jacking Sam off. I spread the lube around until my paw slides over with barely any friction.

"You about done down there?" Sam asks. "Not that I'm complaining, but I think it's plenty slick."

I laugh and clamber over his legs. I lie down on my belly, lifting my tail up against my back. I raise my butt up. "What are you waiting for stud?" I feel his weight against my back- cushioned by my tail. Guide yourself in- slowly." I feel his cock pushing into my pucker. I wince and relax as much as I can; he may be new to this, but I know what I'm doing, and after a short initial pain it feels just great. He started slow, but he started to speed up as he pushed deeper in. It feels longer than it looked. He's not the biggest I've taken but definitely bigger than Dan. Sadly he does stop pushing eventually, and just stays there, filling me up wonderfully. "You know- normally there's some thrusting at-," I stop as he pulls back, then thrusts in smoothly. God yes. He settles into a rhythm, and I shift slightly so that he hits my prostate head on. I claw at the sheets, barely able to hold back. He bites down on my collar bone, then stops.

"Sorry- I shouldn't"

"You SHOULD. Do not stop."

He starts thrusting again, and after a second his jaws clamp back on. Gentler this time, but it still feels great. I think he tightens his grip after a bit, but I'm not sure. I squeeze his cock occasionally, but mostly I let him take control. Time seems to stop; I can't think, I can't move, I can only feel and everything feels good. He grabs me and rolls over so I'm on top, lying on my back with him thrusting up into me. I can't hold back any more, and my cock spurts as I cum all over my belly.

I feel his cock start twitching and I open my eyes again- just in time to see his jaws wrap around my head. He pulls my ass off his cock and flips me before sitting up and pushing me into his throat. His tongue bathes my face as I slide to the back of his maw. His muscles tighten around me, and start pulling me in as he swallows me down. I reach down and push, trying to help, but he starts to have some trouble with my shoulders so I focus on slimming them down. Once those are in Sam's warm pulsing throat I can't move my arms much, so I let him take me at his own pace. After my shoulders, that pace turns out to be pretty fast as he gulps and pushes me down. His teeth are running across my skin, pushing through my fur and lightly scratching me, and his tongue is greedily slurping at my cum-splattered chest and belly. I can hear his heartbeat all around me, fast and strong and steady. My cock gets pulled into the warmth and his tongue wraps around it. He must have opened wider because his teeth don't touch my dick, but they close back around my legs as my hips slide between his jaws. I hear him moaning around me as I curl up, trying to squeeze into the tight space his stomach offers. Eventually, and all too soon, my feet slip into the stomach, followed by the end of my soaking tail. I squirm around to get comfortable, then again as Sam lies down, shifting the gravity.

"So that's what squirrel tastes like. Not bad." His voice is muffled but comprehensible, and he starts to rub his belly. I rub back, smiling. I really needed this. Everything starts shaking slightly, and I hear Sam again. "Hope you don't mind but damn this feels good." Well, it seems unfair to let him cum twice more than me, so I squirm until I can grab my still-hard cock and start jacking off. It doesn't take much before I add a little more sticky liquid to my bed for the night. The heartbeat surrounding me starts to slow after the shaking gets jerkier, then stops. The steady rhythm, the warm soft tight stomach, and the satisfaction of the night are making me drowsy. Part of me wants to stay awake, to enjoy my time here. That part loses as I settle into what I expect will be the best sleep I've had in weeks.