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Ripper and Swift - bad neighbors By Strega

On the other side of Swift's property from Patty's house was Nathan's. And while Ripper and Patty were happily exchanging bodily fluids soon after they met, Nathan's relationship with the big wolverine was not so positive.

The trouble started the very day Swift moved in. On this side of her property, instead of a wooden fence with a section of chain link, a tall cinder block wall cut off all view of the next yard. As the tigress scoped out her new property, two and a half acres of mostly brown dirt ringing the little ranch house and its trees, the wall proved not quite high enough.

"What in the world is that thing," said a nasal voice from above her, and Swift turned to find a disapproving face looking down at her. The man was staring past her at Ripper, who was following lazily behind her after breakfast and some vigorous wakeup sex with his "owner".

Ripper sat back on his haunches and looked up at the man as well. One cup-shaped ear flicked as a frantic yapping started on the far side of the fence and did not stop.

"I'm Swift," the tigress said politely, "And this is Ripper." She scratched the wolverine behind the ears to show he was tame. He was of course anything but, but he was safe enough to be around if he happened to like you. If he didn't like you the meeting was likely to end in a burp.

"You have a pet bear? Is it safe?"

"Ripper," she said patiently, "Is a wolverine. Gulo Atrox, the Terrible Glutton. Newly discovered species, but quite friendly if raised right, as you see." Much of this was a lie of course, but Nathan needn't know that. Ripper for his part tolerated this discussion as he always did, pretending to be a dumb animal. Patty already knew otherwise from watching him but not Nathan.

The yapping from the far side of the wall showed no sign of slowing down. "What is that? Are you standing on a dog's tail?"

Nathan's expression softened for a moment. He climbed down out of sight, showing he was on a ladder or some such and not actually seven feet tall, and reappeared holding a cat-sized brown dog with bulging eyes and exposed fangs thanks to a continual snarl and growl. "This is Fezzik. Fezzik, say hello."

Fezzik kicked in Nathan's hands and Swift put a hand on Ripper's muzzle just in case the man dropped the dog. Ripper was glaring at Fezzik and if Nathan dropped it the yelping would end in one snap of the wolverine's jaws if she didn't tell him 'no'. Ripper relaxed. She did not own him, far from it, but in situations like this he often followed her wishes.

Fezzik growled and snapped at Swift as she extended her hand to sniff but she was ready for that and kept her hand clear. "He seems not to like me."

"He doesn't like your pet monster," Nathan said, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Ripper's ears go back a fraction. It wasn't the more or less accurate description that irked her lover, but the lack of respect. Swift considered that this was likely to end badly for someone, most likely Nathan. That was fine. She did not like him either.

"Well, we're neighbors now," she said brightly, though she foresaw they were not likely to be neighbors for long. "So nice to meet you."

"Whatever." Nathan climbed down out of sight with his yappy rat dog, whose snarling and barking followed her along the wall as she continued the tour of her new property. As far as Patty knew she'd bought it from Bob Marcus, and technically she had. She'd bought it at quite a discount and Bob would likely have called the cops on her for coercing him into doing so had he not embarked on a short trip through a tigress's digestive tract right after signing. It wasn't the first neighborhood they tried out on this strange world. It likely wouldn't be the last.

"Back home," she murmured to Ripper as they listened to the yapping on the other side of the wall, "That barking would already be muffled. Either by me or you."

Ripper grinned and licked his chops. And that nasal voice too, he implied by yawning far wider than would be needed to gulp down a mere chihuahua. Neither he nor his lover had much patience with disrespect. Rule of law so far protected Nathan, or else he would already be in someone's stomach.

Rule of law had its limits. Ripper habitually napped on a thick pad in Swift's patio area. The futon pad was big enough even for a four-hundred-pound wolverine and more than soft enough. That was shown by the spots and stains from various sexual adventures he and his lover undertook on the thing. It was winter in the desert, so the temperature was to his liking. Come summer he might complain about the heat but for now he could sleep anywhere he wanted. As the evening gloom descended, he wanted to sleep in the back corner of the property, right up against the cinder block wall.

That was where he was when the yapping started. First there was a snuffling sound as Fezzik sniffed him out, then the yapping began. Ripper, curled up in a ball on the dusty ground and never actually asleep, lifted his head and listened. His hearing was much better than a man's and his sense of smell better than nearly all dogs. It took him only a few seconds to be sure that only Fezzik was over there, not Nathan as well. Maybe the man let the dog out to relieve itself and would be out in a moment.

A moment was all he needed. Ripper stood up, padding to the side until he was directly across from the chihuahua. Shaggy fur made Ripper seem bulky and slow but he showed now that this was illusory. With a smooth leap and reached the top of the wall, brushing it with his paws only enough to direct his flight before coming down on the far side.

Ten pounds of chihuahua, startled by the scrape of a claw on cinder block, looked up just in time to see the gaping maw descending. There was a sudden snap and gulp and by the time Fezzik thought to yap again he was sliding down a muscular gullet toward a very unfriendly belly. Meanwhile Ripper landed smoothly on all fours, noted approvingly that he'd come down on grass that would show no tracks, turned in place and leapt back over the wall. He was on Nathan's side for all of six seconds.

From the perspective of his owner Fezzik simply vanished. Even if he saw Ripper now the chihuahua was too small to make a visible bulge and the wolverine didn't even honor his meal with a burp. He just padded smugly back to his pad and curled up. By the time he lay down the muffled yelping from his belly had nearly stopped and the struggle, never enough to cause him any discomfort, was down to a frantic and hopeless wriggle. Trapped in a pocket of muscular flesh and surrounded by stomach acids the little chihuahua would be dissolved in little more than an hour. Only a half digested collar ring and name tag made their way through his bowels in recognizable condition, and those ended up flushed down the floor toilet in the house with the other detritus. Ripper and Swift knew all about keeping their meals secret.

By the time a knock came on the door the next morning there was no trace of chihuahua left in Ripper's body and he watched peacefully from his big basket in the living room as Nathan harangued Swift.

"That thing," Marcus almost-shouted, "Ate my dog." He pointed a finger past the tigress at Ripper.

"Don't be ridiculous," Swift purred. Of course she'd smelled dog on her lover's breath but she had no reason to admit that. "Ripper was inside almost all night. I've seen your gate, that little dog could slip through and you know what they say about coyotes around here." Which was, 'If your cat is out of your yard for five minutes it's not coming back'. A bit of an exaggeration, but only a bit.

"And if your dog somehow got into my yard and he did eat it, there'd be blood. Shall we walk out and look for some?"

And so they did. Ripper relocated to his pad outside the back door and mock-dozed as they looked and found no trace whatsoever of his actions. He'd brushed out the pawprints where he jumped and returned with a brush of his shaggy tail. Barring someone doing a genetic breakdown on wolverine poop already well into the city waste reclamation system there simply was nothing to connect him to the chihuahua's slimy digestive end.

"See," Swift purred. "Nothing."

Nathan swore and looked for a moment as though he might actually take a swing at the tigress. Ripper perked up, ready to lope over and help, not that Swift was likely to need any with a human hardly bigger than herself. Nathan thought better of it and stomped out of the yard.

"Well," Swift said when she returned to his side, "I think we need to make plans."

Ripper was as smart as a man, having once been one, and nodded agreeably. Nathan seemed unlikely to drop the subject and here, far from their usual haunts, they'd need to explain why their next door neighbor up and disappeared one day. Because if Nathan kept pushing it he was going down someone's throat. It was just a question of whose.

Swift smelled stressed from dealing with the man and Ripper rolled onto his back. A nuzzle or two was all it took to get her to straddle his belly and impale herself. Sex doesn't solve every problem but it's excellent for stress relief, and by the time Ripper snarled and spent himself in her she felt much better. Twenty minutes of bouncing on a wolverine's cock cureth a multitude of ills.

Two mornings later not one but two dogs started barking in Nathan's yard the second they caught Ripper's scent. Bigger dogs, strong guard dog types from the sound. When Swift drove to the store that morning she saw it was two sleek, muscular Dobermans who must weigh close to a hundred pounds each. Not the sort of dog one can get on the spur of the moment. This was confirmed later that day when Nathan once again frowned down at he two of them from his ladder behind the wall.

"My sister's dogs," he proclaimed. "She had to find a home for them since she has a grandchild on the way and they are nervous around strangers."

"They should guard you well," Swift said agreeably from where she was brushing Ripper's shaggy fur. The wolverine pretended not to notice Nathan but naughtily began to lick the tigress's breast where it swelled out of her top. "Much as Ripper guards me."

"And does other things," Nathan said snidely, for from his property he could sometimes hear the goings-on out on Swift's patio, or even see them if he was inquisitive enough to climb his ladder. Ripper grinned, his nose toward Swift so the man could not see, and shifted a hindpaw so the pointed black tip of his penis was in view as it partly unsheathed.

"Be good, dear," Swift murmured, and the wolverine grunted amicably and lay down. The damage was done, though.

"Freaks," Nathan swore under his breath, but still easily loud enough for two sets of keen furry ears to catch, and that showed that negotiation was not likely to be in the offing. The result of this was Ripper, who by now had a powerful dislike for the man, escalating the situation further.

It was simple enough to do. After just a few days of living there Nathan's schedule was predictable and Ripper knew the man left every night. What sort of job he worked they did not know but he was consistent. The wolverine simply waited until Nathan drove off and padded over to the cinder block wall. The moment his scent reached the two dobermans they exploded in a frenzy of barking. They were doing their job, defending their master's property. Their problem was Ripper did not like their master, and by extension did not like them, and was much smarter than a dog. He didn't even need to growl to catch their attention. They heard his steps and caught his scent and the menacing barking grew louder as they followed him along the wall.

Right to the spot where Nathan stood on his ladder. He'd reasoned out that it was one from the sound when their neighbor climbed it, and now it was just a question of whether the dogs would realize it was a way to reach the top of the fence. Back and forth he paced across from the ladder until he heard the scrabble of claws on metal rungs and a yelp as the dog fell off. A moment later his patience was rewarded. There was another scrabble of claws as a dog too smart for its own good ran right up the ladder and leapt snarling over the wall.

And found Ripper waiting below, jaws wide open. The dog had just enough time to see the flash of fangs and a dim sense of slick gullet waiting beyond before it disappeared to the haunches with a wet thump. The momentum of its jump drove it right down down the wolverine's throat and with a toss of his muzzle Ripper got his jaws around the doberman's haunches. By the time it realized something horrible was happening he was already swallowing and it slid helplessly down his throat, propelled by a great contraction of his swallowing muscles and sent forepaws first into his stomach.

This time his meal made a bulge. A hundred pounds of very unhappy dog suddenly swelled out his belly and Ripper grinned as it kicked. A thick layer of inward pressing muscle and fur constricted the dog into near immobility but it struggled with all its might, unsure what had happened but aware that this slimy space sloshing with acid was not somewhere it wanted to be.

Ripper grunted and stretched, not moving from his spot in case the other dog jumped over too, and sure enough he heard the familiar scrape of claws on metal steps...and then a thump as the ladder fell over. He waited a moment longer, then shrugged in a feral way and vented the air swallowed with his meal in a long belch. The dog was kicking, but it wouldn't get out of his stomach the way it got in.

The doberman was still wiggling as he pulled down the handle of the back door with a forepaw and ambled in. Swift looked up from her book with a smile as he let out another burp saved for just this occasion.

"One or both?" She rubbed his belly as he came close, felt the twitching shape. "Couldn't get the other one to jump over the wall?"

Ripper shrugged and let out a last belch, most likely the air from the doberman's lungs. Already a gurgle was building up as his stomach acids flowed in to start work on this larger meal. Ten pounds of chihuahua dissolved in an hour. A hundred pounds of dobie would take all night and even a bit longer as the largest bones gradually broke down and were passed. A dog this size was a whole week's food for Ripper and even with his rapid metabolism he'd put on some fat.

"Oh well," Swift purred, and stroked her hand from Ripper's ears down his neck. "Better get some rest and sleep the dog off. I expect we'll have an exciting morning."

Ripper grunted and curled up in his sleeping basket. He was up several times that night to use the Japanese-style floor toilet she'd had installed, stomping on the flush pedal each time after relieving himself. What checks in has to check out and swallowing a quarter your weight in one gulp made it impossible to process the meal as efficiently as a smaller one. The result was a lot of wasted calories but the wizard who modified Ripper to eat people wasn't concerned with efficiency, just his ability to swallow people whole. The primary function of a body disposal is to dispose of bodies, not get bigger with each one they eat.

By morning most of the doberman had left his body, leaving the larger bits of skeleton and a still noticeable but much smaller bulge in his middle. That too would soon be gone as the bones broke down into powder and turned his droppings white. About the only thing he couldn't digest was the hair, but there was more than enough other material mixed with it to allow him to pass it with the rest. Doberman in, nothing recognizable as a dog out.

Swift was wide awake and waiting when Nathan came to the door, predictably seething with rage. He had the other doberman on a leash. She watched through the blinds as he checked something in his pocket before rapping on the door.

"Where is my dog," he snarled as the tigress opened the door a crack.

"How should I know," Swift purred innocently. A bit too innocently even to Ripper's ears, which was the point. Already incandescent with rage and in no mood to negotiate Nathan stepped forward to kick the door open. Swift, expecting this, still barely managed to avoid the door as the man tugged a small gun from his jacket.

He'd given it as much planning as his anger allowed but by practically leaping into the doorway he blocked the entrance of his snarling dog and for just a second he was one against two. Swift's hand snapped out with inhuman speed to slap the little derringer out of his hand as a heavy wolverine paw came out of the shadows next to the door and smashed into his groin. Nathan doubled over in agony, falling face-first right into Swift's suddenly-open jaws. The excited doberman snarled and leapt but Ripper met her in midair with another swipe of his paw. As the dog struggled back to its feet the wolverine's maw closed around her head and a powerful gulp took in the whole front third of her body.

A few feet away a struggle occurred as Swift, much stronger than she looked and significantly stronger than Nathan, worked her jaws over the man's shoulders. Both her hands were occupied restraining his own and Ripper, half of a kicking dog hanging from his muzzle, reached out a clawed forepaw and ripped the jacket off of Nathan's back. He was careful to keep his claws under control but oozing red scratches still appeared, only to vanish an inch at a time as the tigress swallowed the man alive.

This was a much larger meal proportionately than Ripper's and as her lover paused with a twitching hindpaw protruding from each side of his mouth she was only to Nathan's waist. Ripper arched his neck and swallowed down a bulge of dog before reaching out once more and hooking his claws in the man's belt. Shreds of undershirt, a set of tighty whitey underwear and socks were all Nathan took with him into the tigress's throat.

Nathan put up a tremendous struggle once he realized what was happening but Swift was more than a match for her meal even without Ripper's help. The wolverine put out a paw and shoved Nathan's rump into her maw, but carefully, knowing that a meal larger than herself was a strain and he could injure her if he forced her meal in too fast. The tigress sucked in a rasping breath through her nostrils, barely able to breathe around her meal, and with one great gulp sent the man's hips down her throat. Ripper stood ready to bite into a leg and pull her prey back out if it got stuck but bit by bit Swift gulped the man down, taking his thighs, then knees, and with a slow slurp most of his calves. A continuing undulation of her throat muscles sucked him in as her gullet tried to resume its usual shape by expelling the bulky morsel into the most convenient space, that being her stomach.

Deprived of air and already burned by the acids in the tigress's unnaturally swollen belly, Nathan's feet twitched only feebly as Swift's jaws closed around them. She took a moment to pull his socks off - two less indigestible things to pass - before clamping her jaws shut and swallowing. A great bulge followed the rest of him through the striped white fur of her and Swift groaned as the shape of a whole curled-up man stood out of her thinly stretched belly fur.

"Ooooh." Swift groaned and leaned back against the sofa, one hand restraining the last few futile kicks disturbing her stretched belly. Already a warm gurgle was starting as acids flowed in to replace swallowed air and the tigress let out a mighty belch. Ripper, having purposefully held back his own, uttered his own large burp almost in unison. Swift's free hand reached out to feel the swelling in his middle, where a briefly still living dog struggled against slimy stomach walls in an effort to remain a dog instead of wolverine food. It was crowded in with much of the softening skeleton of Nathan's other doberman and they would share fates, each digested and shat out by a larger and hungrier predator. Both dogs had implanted ID chips but it did not matter. Microcircuitry deals poorly with digestive juices strong enough to dissolve an entire doberman.

"Too bad about the dogs," Swift purred. "They didn't do anything wrong."

Ripper let out a skeptical belch and rolled his eyes. "Well, except the rat dog," Swift said with a smile. Near her were the pants her lover pulled off Nathan as he was swallowed and she found the man was not even carrying a cell phone. He did have a wallet from which she extracted a few bills before waddling uncomfortably on hands and knees over to the little Franklin stove. The simplest way to move was to drag the great bulge of man along the carpet. Standing would be awkward and unpleasant for hours yet.

Her shirt split down the middle as she swallowed her prey and even her shorts finally gave up the ghost, seams giving way as the bulge of Nathan sank down against her hips. It wasn't the first time that sort of thing happened and Swift just shook her head as she threw the contents of the wallet into the fire one card and slip of paper at a time. Ripper, less burdened by his meal, pushed the scraps of clothing and intact pants into a pile for later. They'd drop it off in some Dumpster since clothes didn't burn much better than they digested. Swift flicked Nathan's leather wallet into the air and with a snap of Ripper's jaws and a gulp it was gone.

"Oh well." Swift reached out to hug Ripper's thick neck, and the powerful wolverine allowed himself to be pulled close. "We made friends with half of our neighbors this time. That's better than our average." Neither of them had any intention of eating Patty, after all. She and Ripper had a good thing going and willing lovers were scarce enough here that the wolverine was not about to waste one for the sake of a single meal.

"Now, what to do about Nathan." Besides digest him, that is. Her swollen belly churned and gurgled as energetically as Ripper's but her meal was much larger. She'd need at least a full day to digest her neighbor, longer for the biggest bones. She'd have to stay out of sight until most of him was dispatched into the city's cloaca.

She'd already made a few calls. Call a cleaner, make sure he didn't have any evidence she didn't know about, then figure a way to make it look like he took his dogs and drove away. People disappear all the time, after all. In the absence of a body, it's quite tough for police to track down the people responsible. And in a day, two at most, there simply would be no bodies to find. A trip through the digestive tract of a tigress would very thoroughly remove Nathan from the world as far as everything but the city's sewage treatment plant was concerned. Two dobermans and a chihuahua likewise disappeared down Ripper's gullet and would very soon not be dogs in any sense, just fertilizer. About the only hard to dispose of item was the derringer, and there were ways to get rid of even that. Bury it, throw it in the aqueduct, or just arrange for it to change hands a few times, even assuming it was registered.

Worst case, they could move on. They'd done it before when impulse or circumstance led them to eat too many of their new neighbors.

Swift grinned and grabbed the loop of leash hanging from Ripper's jaws, giving it a firm tug. Down his gullet that leash led to the harness and the rapidly dissolving dog who wore it. Another few bits of metal from the harness would follow other indigestibles out of his body, just as Nathan's underwear would leave her body soon enough, rather browner than when it went in. She flipped the lead into his jaws to be swallowed. He'd left it there this long just to show it off.

"You are a horrible creature," she purred, and Ripper smugly licked her belly where the fur was stretched thin. A touch of her fingerpads directed his nose downward and he tore away her already ruined shorts before tasting her with his long and well practiced tongue. An inquisitive growl was met by a purr and the wolverine rose to all fours, stepping over her nose to tail so their mutual belly bulges interlocked like yin and yang. It took only another brush of her hand to get him to unsheathe into her mouth.

Ripper licked, Swift sucked. He was well hung, better than any human she'd met, but to a tigress able to swallow a man whole even a foot-long wolverine cock as thick as her ankle was not much of a challenge. His semen would end up in her belly along with their neighbor, which had to count as a final humiliation were Nathan not already too far into the hot wet gurgle of digestion to care.