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Marcus's education By Strega

The Swamp is a strange and, some would say, horrible place. People wander in from many worlds, going for a walk in the woods there and ending up...here. They'd take one look at the goings-on in the meadow by the lagoon, where sex mixed equally with people kicking and squirming as they are swallowed whole or torn apart by merciless predators, turn right around and go home.

Or try to. That same path that led them here, though seemingly straight with barely a meander, bent back on itself and took them right back to the lagoon and meadow. Some do eventually find a path home. Most do not. Most, forced to venture near the lagoon to get to the cornucopia that are the only source of food for non-predators, become prey themselves.

And some in their turn decided to become predators. Marcus was one of those. Six feet four inches tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, Marcus the tiger was handsome from his long white whiskers to his pink-padded footpaws and knew it.

It is easy to take advantage of people in the Swamp, and not as soul-crushingly amoral as it would be elsewhere. Terrible things happened to people somehow the next day they'd come walking back into the meadow, often with little memory of what happened. The night before the last anyone saw of them was a kicking set of feet disappearing into a maw, yet here they were. No one knew why people came back. It was just The Swamp. But for those of predatory habits and yet not an utterly evil outlook it made things easier. Not only did they not run out of prey, but they didn't feel so bad about eating people. Some people who were eaten stayed gone, but no one knew if that meant they escaped the Swamp or had permanently died. It was enough of a gray area that predators who enjoyed eating people could rationalize that they weren't actually killing them.

Which brings us back to Marcus the tiger. He was handsome and knew it and by letting some innocent and pretty lady (or lad, if he were in that sort of mood) see him and by pretending to be merely good-natured and horny he lured one victim after another off to a private place.

A few days back a pretty catgirl followed him back to his little spot under a tree, climbed into his lap and bounced until they both snarled. Grinning, Marcus rolled over on top of her, and her brief, muffled scream was the last recognizable sound from the quiet little glade before the tigery belch a few minutes later. Marcus grinned smugly as the catgirl kicked her last in his stomach and settled down to digest his meal. It was, by his count, the twenty-sixth person to follow him to a private place and twenty-sixth to provoke a burp. Life was good.

Eventually he grew hungry again, for even a catgirl half his weight only lasts a powerful tiger so long, and he turned his eye toward the lagoon again. A massive shark had beached itself and was trying to talk a couple of people closer, which Marcus knew would end badly for the smaller folk. Something like a mythological Sphinx was snarling as she somehow sucked a big wolfman right into her sex. Marcus was sure that hole led to inevitable digestion just as surely as a mouth. Prey cowered or tried to ignore the goings-on while predators cast on eye on prospective meals.

Ah, there was one. Careful to stay away from the larger, probably hungry creatures, Marcus moved a bit closer to the lagoon. A young human woman with blue hair looked up from her book, saw his smile and smiled back.

Marcus liked humans. They weren't used to a spined tiger cock and were good for noisy, entertaining sex. Best of all, once you tore off their clothes they digested very nicely. No annoying hairball to cough back up or pass. He crooked a finger, smiling warmly, but she shook her head fearfully and stuck her nose back in her book.

Well, darn. He preferred a friendly approach, but if he must use force...

"She remembers," came a purring voice from behind him. "Not all of it, but enough to be afraid of you."

Well aware that he wasn't the only predator on the prowl Marcus put his back to a tree before turning around. There peeking out of the undergrowth was a chubby skunkette in a yellow sun dress with a cut-out to allow her paunch to bulge forth.

Marcus looked her over. From pink nosepad to doublestriped tail and padded footpaws she seemed harmless enough. A skunkette. Hmm. Had he ever had a skunkette in his lap or slipped his jaws over a skunkish face?

Marcus smiled pleasantly. If he hadn't, hopefully he soon would. "Hi," he growled. "I'm Marcus."

"Suzy," she purred. "Come along, let's talk."

Well, she was bold. That was fine. A brave skunkette might let him get close enough to grab her without impulsively spraying him, and once he got her tail pinned and his jaws around her head it would be all downhill for her. With any luck he could talk her into his lap and down his throat without even needing to use force. Well, not much force anyway. The lap portion usually proceeded more willingly than the throat part.

Marcus thought of himself as an experienced predator. He really wasn't. He didn't realize he was not the only one to skulk through the woods near the meadow, pretending a friendly manner to lure in prey. He'd been doing it for six months. Suzy had years of experience.

She led him through along a trail for perhaps ten minutes, then pushed through the undergrowth. She had a nice little spot picked out with a view down to the lagoon, a red and white picnic cloth and a basket full of food and drink. Suzy sat down cross-legged and motioned him to join her.

Marcus smiled, and going briefly on all fours like a stalking cat, tail swaying from side to side he padded up to her. That always excited the ladies.

Well, almost always. She pointed firmly at the far side of the picnic cloth with a clawed finger. Marcus shrugged and sat down there.

"You want to eat me," Suzy purred.

"Don't be ridiculous," Marcus growled. He accepted the bottle of beer she passed him, though. Each twisted off a cap and took a swig. Fat Weasel Ale, the bottle said. "Not everyone around here wants to eat people."

"That blue haired girl," Suzy purred. "I saw you with her before. You talked her close. She's lonely and afraid but you are very handsome. Soon enough your shorts were off and she was in your lap. And then, just as she cried out, you yawned, and it started. Sound familiar?"

Marcus's eyes narrowed. "You've been watching me."

"I watch everyone," Suzy purred, and her tail twitched as he eased a little closer.

"Careful," she purred. "Talk, and maybe you'll get a meal without getting all stinky."

Marcus rather sourly took another drink. "A meal?"

"You're a handsome cat," Suzy purred. "You wouldn't be the first handsome man I've fed. But you're new here. I thought we could talk first."

So, maybe a willing meal? It wouldn't be his first. "Fine," Marcus growled. "What did you want to talk about?"

"You know by now that people usually come back," she purred. "We don't know how, but they do. And they often don't remember. The blue haired girl, that catgirl, that skinny foxman who likes tiger cock. Each has been in your stomach and yet when you meet them again they don't run. Maybe they are wary, remembering just a little, but you talk them close anyway. Then comes the sex, maybe, and after that the long swallow and the burp."

Marcus shrugged. She didn't protest when he dug around in the picnic basket and found a container of grapes. He set it between them to see if he could lure her a bit closer and popped one in his mouth before replying. "A tiger has to eat. And they do come back."

"What I am getting at," Suzy purred as she stabbed a grape with a claw and ate it, "Is that they aren't the only ones who don't remember." She was close enough to grab now, but Marcus favored a gentle approach, and there was still that spray to worry about.

"I don't know what you mean," Marcus growled. But now that he talked to her she seemed oddly familiar. A blurry memory surfaced. A skunkette, an otter, a...leash?

"Let me spell it out for you then," Suzy purred. "Some people don't remember being eaten. Some are absolutely convinced they are always the predator, never the prey. Sometimes they are wrong."

A pink-padded hand reached under the picnic cloth, where he'd noticed a wrinkle but thought it simply rested on uneven grass, and pulled something out. A pair of white shorts with red trim. Marcus looked down at his own white shorts, with their red trim.

"You were very drunk," Suzy purred. One hand stroked her pudgy middle, heavy with fat. "So drunk you didn't realize what was happening. Even so, you are very big. It's taken me days to digest you. It'll take weeks to work off all this tiger-fat."

"Bullshit," Marcus growled. She saw his clawtips slide out and her tail bristled threateningly. He could easily overpower her if he weren't worried about her spray. "Drunk or not, there's no way you could swallow me. I'm twice your size."

"Well, Marcus," she purred, and set down her beer. "I'll make you a bet. Lean over toward me and if I can swallow your head, you'll admit I am right."

Marcus's eyes narrowed. "What if you're right. My head would be down your throat."

"You're twice my size. You could kick me away or just push me off. If you hadn't been so drunk you would have eaten me last time, instead of the other way around."

"You said a bet," Marcus growled.

"There are three ways it could go," Suzy purred. "One, let's say I can't swallow you. Then I'll climb into your lap, quite willingly, and eventually it will all end in a belch. Two, I swallow your head and you pull back out. Then I just want to talk a bit more, but you'll still get your sex and meal. Three, I turn out to be stronger than you think and I end up being the one who belches. As I see it, that's two out of three outcomes that favor you. A pretty good bet."

Marcus looked her over. If it weren't for her stink she'd already be on her way to his stomach. Yes, there were creatures here who could swallow prey larger than themselves. Maybe she was one of them, but he was bigger and stronger. If nothing else she'd have to come within reach.

"Fine," he growled, and one again went on hands and knees facing her. "Show me."

And she did. With a wink and a smile she too dropped to all fours, gave his nose a lick, and then Marcus's eyes widened as her jaws gaped unnaturally. With no difficulty at all she slid her maw over his head and bit down. The inward-hooking fangs he glimpsed on the way in dug into his tough hide and she at once began to twist her muzzle from side to side, digging in the fangs in one side and pushing the fangs in the other side forward. When they reached their limit she sank them in and pushed the other ones forward instead.

It was a mechanism for holding prey still as it was swallowed whole and she engulfed his head and neck with surprising speed. Slick gullet slid around Marcus on all sides, a thick layer of lubricating slime matting down his fur for easier ingestion. Already she was beginning to work her jaws over his shoulders and he was now convinced she could do it. If he let her continue this little skunkette would swallow him alive.

Time to put a stop to it. Marcus grabbed her upper arms to stop her advance and tugged his head back out...or tried to. Dozens of those little fangs latched into his pelt, their points all hooking back toward her gullet. Trying to pull out only made them dig in harder. She couldn't advance but he couldn't pull put either.

"All right," Marcus mumbled. "You made your point." He tugged harder, with an equal lack of success. He was suddenly aware that though she was somehow still breathing, there was no air for him down here. If she just held on for one more minute, until he ran out of air and weakened....

Marcus kicked at her but she skillfully fended his footpaw away with her own, and he didn't have the leverage to push her away with his hands. As his vision began to dim from suffocation Marcus struggled harder. He didn't want to end up in a skunkette's stomach but if he didn't get loose in the next few seconds that was just what was going to happen. Desperate, he unsheathed his claws, hoping he could get in a few good kicks before he weakened enough for her to swallow him whole.

Miraculously, just as he accustomed himself to the idea of ending up as skunkette food, her jaws unlatched from around his shoulders. With a long slithery slide she disgorged his head, and he blinked gummy eyes at the sudden light as he sucked in a wonderful lungful of air.

"Now," she purred as she wriggled free from his grip. "Let's talk."

"All right," he growled a moment later, as he rubbed his slicked-down neckfur. "I believe you could swallow me. But I don't believe you did."

Suzy sighed. "All right. I didn't want to drag this out, but here you go." She reached into the bushes and brought back a smaller basket. This one didn't contain food, but rather a head-sized mass of orange, black and cream fur. Even from here he could smell the hint of bile from what was unmistakably a tiger-fur hairball.

As Marcus stared in horror she went on. "You were very drunk. I was in a preyish mood and thought to spend the night in your stomach, so I ate an otter you'd caught to get your attention. But you were so drunk you tried to climb down my throat to get him. It worked. You got your otter. But I got you." She smiled and licked her chops.

"And now I'm all fat," she purred, "Because of you.". She dug her padded fingers into the wobbling fur around her waist.

"I can fix that," Marcus growled, for the first time getting angry. "And I will." He stood, stepping out of his shorts. "You said I'd get a meal out of this. Well, I want it now."

"I'm not done talking yet," she purred, and as he stepped forward she turned her back and flipped her tail up. "Careful...!"

But Marcus_was_ done talking and even as she readied herself to spray him his powerful padded hands reached out and gripped her hips. Her tail twitched as she did whatever skunks do to get ready to spray and she snarled at him over her shoulder but Marcus had a plan. Even as she tensed to spray he pulled her rump up against his groin and her snarl turned into a startled yawp as he corked her threatening spray-hole with his cock.

Marcus was a strong, virile tiger and like all males he was proud of his skill as a lover. He used very little of that skill this time but just grabbed her hips in a crushing grip and humped, rasping out her unready tailhole with his barbed tiger cock.

For a moment she was rigid with pain and surprise, but that passed in a moment and a purring chuckle bubbled up out of her. "That's the spirit," she purred, and despite his grip she twisted herself around until they were belly to belly. Her legs went around his waist and his balls rubbed her fluffy tail, for Marcus was into his rhythm and wasn't about to stop now.

"Harder," she purred, and Marcus had about had enough. He had her pinned to the ground and was raping her, or it was supposed to be a rape anyway, and she was just grinning at him. At most he made her let out a little chirp each time he pulled his barbed shaft back to thrust. "Put your back into it, kitty."

"Don't you ever shut up," Marcus growled, in theory in complete control of the situation and yet faced with a skunkette who just didn't seem to care.

"Make me," she purred, and he did. She was still smiling as his slid his jaws around her muzzle, got his tongue up under her chin and swallowed.

Marcus didn't have her inward-hooking fangs but he didn't need them. He was bigger and stronger and even if she'd started fighting right then it wouldn't have saved her. But she didn't. She pushed back against his thrusts even as he worked his jaws over her shoulders. When he was halfway over her breasts he arched, lifting his body and curling around himself to keep eating her even as they fucked.

Marcus could, he knew from experience, curl down and suck his own cock. His wide-open jaws slid over her until his maw was stretched over her hips, with his own shaft down his throat inside her. Only now did she begin to struggle. Or perhaps she was nearing her passion. It did not matter either way. With her tailhole corked by tiger penis and swallowed all the way to her sex the sudden spasmodic grip of her legs around his waist and frantic twitch of her tail just made him smile. She shuddered at almost the same moment he did, and as the last of his semen spurted into her Marcus tensed.

With a sudden jerk of his muzzle he pulled her off his cock, and before she could recover and try to spray he lunged, swallowing her hips and the root of her tail. He rose on all fours, jerking his muzzle upward again and again, and the skunkette's fat middle bulged out his neckfur for a moment until his swallowing muscles got a good grip. With one mighty gulp he sent her down his throat to the knees, paused to gather himself, and swallowed again.

Pink-padded footpaws and a doublestriped fluffy tail - she was going to make one hell of a hairball - slipped into his jaws, and long black and white fur poked for a moment past his fangs as his maw closed around her toes. Marcus swallowed, stretched, and groaned as the fat skunkette slid heavily down his throat, his furry belly bulging heavily as its meal arrived. Though he was a foot taller than his meal it was still a tight, heavy bulge - part of which, if he was to believe her, was all the fat she carried from digesting him.

Marcus licked his chops, then worked his jaws to pop them back into place. There was a vague movement from within his belly as he slowly pulled his shorts back on, but that was nothing to worry about. She was far from the most dangerous thing to try to escape from there and they only got out when his body was good and done with them.

"Eat me. Right," Marcus growled. "Never gonna happen." Already it had started. He was hungry and his belly went right to work consuming a hundred and eighty pounds of plump skunkette. A lot of air went down trapped in her fur and Marcus let out a long belch as his belly squeezed tight around its prize. There was a last twitch from inside him and with that his conversation with the skunkette was over, unless you count the churning, gurgling sounds only now getting going.

Somewhere, far distant, a claw touched a control and the master smiled as her latest puppet expired in the stomach of a hungry tiger. That was all right. He was a handsome tiger, and there were always more Suzies.

Marcus settled down on the skunkette's picnic cloth, idly picking through the basket but too full to do more than nibble. He'd have another look later, when she was digested and his hunger rose once more.

That just left the smaller basket full of tiger-fur and the damp white shorts. Had she been telling the truth? Had he really taken a trip through her, just as she was taking a trip through him? He didn't like the idea of being digested and shat out by a skunkette but the people he ate didn't like the idea either, and yet it still happened to them. He did remember, vaguely, finding a basket of beer and then meeting...someone. She had seemed so familiar.

Marcus shrugged, yawned, and stretched out full-bellied on the picnic cloth. Whatever happened last time, this time he'd won.

But it nagged at him even as he dozed. She could have fought harder. She left herself open to being buggered, stopping up her only weapon, almost as though she'd planned it. And if she'd kept her grip around his head for ten more seconds she would have been the one to burp in the end. It made him wonder.

And so even after he hacked up a mass of black and white fur and passed the last of his skunkette meal he kept an eye out for her. As other lovers let themselves be tricked close, willingly (mostly) being spitted on his cock and then unwillingly (mostly) sliding down his throat, he watched for her. A catgirl, two humans, a very willing and very vocal foxman and something that was perhaps a wererat all made their way through a tigery digestive tract before he saw her again.

It was just a glimpse of black and white fur, but there weren't many skunks in the Swamp and at once he set out to stalk this one and see if it was her.

It was. He crept close enough to see her setting up her picnic again. She wore the same yellow sun dress, or one just like the one he'd coughed up minus its owner and morbidly saved. She was slender, not plump like last time. Maybe she reformed thin and gained weight as she ate people. She set the picnic up with the methodical movements of long practice and he saw now that her harmless appearance was a lure. She was hunting, just as he was. She simply preferred to let her meals come to her.

Inwardly he debated what to do. Talk to her again? Pounce, rape and eat? Not that it would be rape, most likely. He doubted there was anything he could do her that she wouldn't enjoy. And that was the thing, wasn't it? She didn't take any of this seriously. She wasn't worried about dying so kicking her last in a tiger's stomach was just fun to her.

Maybe the Swamp brought her back. Maybe she had her own means. But she wasn't afraid to die.

Marcus smiled and loosened his jaws as he crept out of hiding. So, like the other reforming prey here, he didn't need to feel guilty for eating her.

But he'd underestimated her. Again. She knew he was there and there was no hesitation this time. Her tail flipped up, she was wearing no panties as per usual and he pounced facefirst into her spray. She scrambled clear as he landed, momentarily blinded and disoriented.

The good news was her spray wasn't the awful rancid stuff he'd expected. It smelled more like perfume. The bad was that it soaked through his fur and into his exposed nose and lips almost instantly and must contain some sort of weakening agent. He landed, rose to hands and knees, and promptly fell right over.

"Hello again, dear," she purred as she laboriously rolled him onto his back. "Have you thought about what I said?"

She was pulling his shorts off. Weakly Marcus tried to push her away, failed. He could only watch as she rubbed his sheath until his traitorous cock sprang forth. In a moment she straddled him and impaled herself. In her pussy this time, not that it mattered. Her asshole had already done its damage.

"I believe you could eat me," Marcus grunted. He just couldn't muster the strength to throw her off him and she grinned down at him as she bounced. "But I don't believe you did. I'd remember."

For a couple of minutes the only sounds were the rustle of her tail as she bounced, her little chirps as his barbs dragged through her pussy and Marcus's frustrated growls. But sex is sex and just as she'd climaxed when he buggered her since she genuinely enjoyed it, Marcus just couldn't watch a skunkette bouncing on his cock and not grow excited himself. When her sex clutched down in orgasm he shuddered and matched her purr with a growl of his own.

"I like you, Marcus," she purred when she got her breath back. "You're not as nasty as a lot hereabouts." She ran her padded fingers through his chestfur. He barely had the strength to touch her hand as she did it.

"I have a lover I hunt with sometimes," she purred. She leaned down and gave his nose a lick. "Big wolverine. Doesn't talk, but he's very nice. I wouldn't mind having a hunting-partner I could talk to as well."

"You do seem very experienced," the drugged tiger growled. "I could learn from you."

She nodded. "But if I were the one lying there drugged and you were on top, you know what you would do now."

"I know," Marcus said. He watched her loosen her jaws and he knew exactly what was about to happen. Maybe at least he'd remember this time.

"See you next time, Marcus," the skunkette purred as her jaws unhinged around his face. And over the next few minutes, and as much as he'd doubted her at first, Marcus established to his satisfaction that yes, she could swallow a tiger twice her size whole.