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A loud screech broke the calming silence of the early morning as an older, beat-up car pulled into the empty parking lot of the big cat sanctuary. The car pulled into one of the parking spots with a sign reading 'Staff only.' The engine turned off, and silence returned to the parking lot. The door opened, and a slim, male fox exited the car, standing up with a stretch. He looked at his watch. He yawned, then closed the door and locked it. He then walked past the main entrance to the small door marked 'Staff entrance.' Once inside, he went to the changing room to get changed into his work clothes. The changing room was empty besides him. His name is Mark; he is a slim, five-and-a-half-foot-tall male fox. Mark started working at the sanctuary three years ago. Part of his job was to prepare food for the big cats, which is why he arrived before anyone else did. Mark pulled out his uniform from his locker and got changed.

Once Mark finished getting changed, he headed to the meal prep area to begin working. An hour later, Mark finished preparing the meals for the big cats, by now, more workers were trickling into work, he grabbed a cart and loaded a larger bin of meat onto it, he then pushed the cart through the doors leading to the enclosures, his mood now lifted, it was time for the second part of his job, which was what he always looked forward to, he pushed the cart of meat down the gravel path leading towards one of the enclosures, as he got closer to the fence he could start smelling the rich earthy musk of Tiberius, Mark entered the enclosure, pushing the cart of meat, he suddenly had the feeling that he was being watched, he turned looked around, not seeing Tiberius, Mark reached into the bin and pulled out a large chunk of meat, he then heard a threatening growl, it's deep base vibrating through him, he heard the crack of a stick snapping, the next thing he knew he was laying on the ground, pinned beneath Tiberius, sharp teeth pressed against his neck. Mark looked at him and said, “Ok, ok, you win, you big oaf, now get off me!" Tiberius then let go of Mark and bit into the large chunk of meat Mark brought for him. Mark stood up and dusted himself off.

Tiberius is a feral male liger. His fur is tan with faint tiger stripes covering his body; he weighs eleven hundred pounds and is twelve feet long, which would be intimidating to anyone but Mark. he raised Tiberius from birth. Even when they wrestled, Mark knew that Tiberius would never intentionally hurt him.

Mark pulled out a smaller chunk of meat to hand feed to him, Tiberius sniffed the meat and with one quick movement, Tiberius swallowed it, Mark looked down with surprise, Tiberius's mouth was closed around his arm, hot and slimy muscles squeezed around his hand and forearm, he was up to his elbow in Tiberius's throat, his hand was a visible lump on the felines neck, he let go of the meat, feeling it slip out of his hand and down the throat, Tiberius noticed something was wrong and let his arm go, Mark pulled his hand out of his throat, he looked his arm over for any injuries, all he found was his fur matted down with thick drool, Mark looked past his arm at the guilty looking feline, Mark shook his head and knelt down to reassure Tiberius, the giant feline rubbed his large head against Marks leg, nearly knocking him over, “Don't worry big guy, I'm ok," Mark said, Tiberius chuffed happily in response.

After cleaning the enclosure, Mark left the big feline and headed toward the changing room, once inside, he stood in front of his locker and thought back to the accident earlier, he looked at his arm, his fur was slightly crusty from the drool that dried, Mark glanced around making sure he was alone, then raised his hand to his nose and smelled it, it smelled like Tiberius's breath, he closed his eyes. He thought about how it felt having his hand inside Tiberius's throat, how it constricted and pulled at his arm, trying to pull it further inside, trying to eat him. Mark opened his eyes, hearing another worker enter the changing room.

After he finished changing out of his work clothes, Mark left the sanctuary and got in his car. During the drive, he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened; the thought of Tiberius swallowing his hand made him painfully hard. After a twenty-minute drive, Mark pulled into the gravel driveway in front of his home. he quickly entered his house. Mark entered his bathroom, struggling with his belt before yanking his pants down letting his hard cock spring free of the tight confines of his pants, the smell of his musk filled the room as he wrapped his hand around the throbbing length, feeling his knot slip free of his sheath, he began stroking his cock as he thought about the liger, and how it felt having his hand inside his throat, he then imagined the liger swallowing him whole. He groaned as his cock pulsed, sending ropes of cum spraying into a tissue. He sat on the toilet to regain his composure. As he sat there, he started to wonder about why the thought of being eaten alive excited him. Rationally, he knew that if he fed himself to Tiberius, he wouldn't survive, but that didn't stop him from wanting to go through with it. He pulled out his phone and began searching the internet to find some answers.

After searching the internet, he found out that the fetish he stumbled into was called “Vore." And with how much he found online, it appears that many people also enjoyed it. Once he was satisfied with the answers he got, he stood up from the toilet and cleaned up whatever mess he had made and went to bed. In the morning, he got up and began his daily routine to prepare for work. Once he got to work, he headed inside the changing room and got into his uniform. Once again, he was the only one there. He then headed to the prep room and rushed through the meal prep. he finished in record time, eager to see Tiberius again. He grabbed the cart of food and headed toward Tiberius's enclosure. Once he arrived, he pushed the cart through the door, and a happy-sounding chuff greeted him as Tiberius rubbed up against his leg. Mark rubbed his hand down the side of the giant feline.

Mark kneeled in front of Tiberius, earning a slimy tongue swipe on his face, he wiped the drool off his face and scratched the liger's chin, he moved his hand away as Tiberius's jaws parted in a big yawn, Mark couldn't believe his eyes, his mouth was huge, easily bigger than his head, he focused on the inside of his mouth, admiring the slick pink flesh, the sharp fangs, and the bottomless pit of his throat. Mark could feel his heart pounding as he reached forward and placed his hand on the rough surface of the feline's tongue. He felt the hot drool soak his hand, and the barbs scrape against his fingers as he rubbed the muscle. He felt the warm breath blow through his fur. Mark rubbed his hand along the hard pallet, feeling the barbed ridges scrape against his skin, he then rubbed under the tongue, feeling the heavy tongue and heavy amounts of drool, he then gently placed he head inside the mouth, his muzzle almost against the opening of his throat, he felt the felines hot breath wash over his face as strands of drool dripped onto his head, he pulled his head out then moved his hand along the tongue towards the opening of the throat, he felt the roughness of the tongue turn into the slick internal flesh of the ligers throat, he looked inside the mouth and watched his hand disappear into the waiting throat as Tiberius swallowed, he felt the hot drool sink into his fur as the muscles pulled his hand deeper, Mark was in heaven, the feeling of the throat squeezing his hand made him want more, so he moved his other hand and placed it into the mouth and slid it inside next to his other hand, surprisingly it fit inside without causing discomfort to the feline, Tiberius then swallowed, Mark looked forward, his vision was filled with the slimy pink flesh of his gullet, plunging his muzzle into the throat, in a moment of panic, Mark pulled himself free, Tiberius just watched him intently, Mark stood up and looked at Tiberius and rubbed his chin to reassure him, He then stood up and gave Tiberius his food.

After work, Mark drove home. He kept thinking about almost getting himself eaten and how dangerous it was to try it. Still, he also couldn't stop thinking about doing it again, maybe even going further and allowing himself to get eaten. Once he got home, he searched the internet for information on how to survive being eaten alive. Unfortunately, the search yielded very few results, which didn't inspire confidence. Still, instead of giving up, he decided that he would feed himself to Tiberius, even if it killed him.

The next day, Mark headed to work, a feeling of dread weighing on him. The thought of failing to escape in time and being digested filled his thoughts. He also shuddered with excitement at the idea of being eaten. Once he arrived at work, he got changed, pulled a sealed bag out of his jacket and looked at it. He had set up a bag with items to hopefully allow him to enjoy the experience, and most of all, survive. Included in the bag were a waterproof flashlight, his cellphone, antacids, and a water bottle. He brought the bag into the prep room and began working, once he finished prepping the meals, he grabbed the cart with the bin of meat and headed towards Tiberius's enclosure, adrenaline was pumping through his body, he knew that this was a bad idea, and if things went wrong, he could get stuck inside the stomach.

He arrived at the enclosure a short time later, he pushed the cart inside and locked the door behind himself, he reached into the bin and pulled out the bag, his hands shaking with his nervousness, he heard Tiberius walk up behind him, he kneeled down and wrapped his arms around the liger's neck in a hug, Tiberius yawned, Mark placed his hand on the tongue rubbing it gently, with his other hand, he brought the bag up to the open mouth, he put the bag in Tiberius's mouth. He slid it to the back of his throat. He watched as it disappeared down his throat with an audible gulp. He watched as the lump slid down Tiberius's neck before vanishing in his chest.

Mark stood up and got undressed, folding his clothes neatly and putting them into a bag and placing it next to the cart, he then climbed up onto one of the perches that were set up for Tiberius to sunbathe on, Mark sat down at the edge, dangling his legs over the side, standing beneath him was Tiberius, the feline watched out of curiosity before he stood up on his hind legs and placed his front paws on the platform on either side of Mark, His jaws were now level with the platform Mark was sitting on.

Mark rubbed Tiberius's head and watched as he yawned, the pink slimy flesh glistening with the enclosures lights, strings of drool attached to his teeth snapped as he opened his mouth wide, he saw the tongue stick out exposing his gullet, Mark then placed his feet inside Tiberius's mouth, he felt the drool seep into his fur as he pushed his feet into his waiting throat, the muscles squeezed around his feet as he swallowed, he felt his feet sink further inside as more of him entered the tight confines of his throat, Mark moved closer to the edge and felt his butt rest on the felines tongue, he then let go of the platform, Mark felt his butt slip into his throat and his feet slip through a tight ring of muscles and press against wrinkly flesh and the plastic bag he fed to Tiberius earlier, he slid inside like he was on a waterslide, he bent his knees to fit better inside the stomach, As more of Mark entered the stomach he began to have second thoughts about feeding himself to Tiberius, another gulp brought his head inside the gullet, his vision was framed by the liger's teeth, his head was surrounded by the entrance to the throat, he began to panic, “Hey, I...I changed my mind, please let me go," Mark said, knowing that Tiberius could not understand him, then, with a final gulp, Mark's head disappeared into the liger's throat.

Everything went dark, the tight gripping muscles of the liger's throat squeezed his head as he slid towards the stomach, all Mark could do was focus on the sounds surrounding him, the felines heart pounding next to his head like a drum, the whooshing sound of air entering and leaving Tiberius's lungs, then, after a moment, the rest of Mark entered the stomach, the entrance to the throat squeezed shut sealing him inside the gastric sack.

The acidic air inside the stomach made cough, breathing through his nose helped the burning sensation, but made him gag from the smell of vomit, Mark felt around the slimy soup around him for the plastic bag, he felt the slippery walls of the stomach covered with bits of un-digested food before finally, he felt the bag, he picked it up and fished out the flashlight and turned it on, illuminating the stomach walls, it was pink and slimy, a small pool of vomit sat at the bottom surrounding his butt, the wrinkly walls secreted a greenish yellow liquid which started to tingle when it sunk into his fur, which reminded Mark to use the antacids he packed, he took a few out of the bag and dropped them into the pool of vomit, they started to fizz, then the acid stopped burning and gave the air a minty smell, Mark laid back and relaxed, the shape of the stomach made it feel like he was laying inside a fleshy hammock, he started swaying as Tiberius began walking around, then everything shifted as the feline laid down, the hard ground was softened by the layers of fat and muscle that separated him from the outside world, as Mark laid in the stomach, he rubbed the walls, feeling the slimy wrinkles move between his fingers, Mark started to enjoy his new surroundings, the stomach wall constantly rubbed and squeezed around him, the immense heat made it feel like he was in a warm bath, and the organic sounds surrounding him made him feel relaxed, as he admired his surroundings, he noticed his cock stiffening.

Mark idly rubbed his cock, using the stomach juices as lube, then stopped as an idea popped into his head. Mark then rolled over and placed his stiff cock between the stomach folds, the feeling of the slimy walls made him groan, he then began humping the stomach walls, after a few thrusts he orgasmed. Mark sighed with contentment, he picked up the bag and took his phone out, after taking a lot of pictures and some videos, he then pulled out the water bottle and drank the contents, after another hour, he began to feel the sting of acid again, not wanting to find out what being turned into liger poop feels like, he started trying to push himself through the opening into the throat, it wouldn't open, he was only able to insert his hand through the opening, but the throat pushed it back inside the stomach, he tried again more forcefully, but failed again, his ears flattened against his head as he began to panic, it seemed like he only had two options, he either let Tiberius digest him, or he takes the long way out, the way nature intended for anything to leave his body, either way, he was going to be smelling like liger poop for a week.

Mark turned around to face the entrance to the small intestines, dreading what he was about to do, he pushed the bag with both hands through the opening, he could feel the ribbed walls of the small intestine, the tube of muscles grabbed hold of his arms and pulled, causing him to slide further into the small intestine, he pushed his way through the opening, feeling the tight ring of muscles squeeze around him as he left the stomach, once he was entirely out of the stomach, he stopped moving, the passage was too narrow for him to move his arms effectively, he sighed with defeat and let the intestines move him along.

Several hours and a nap later, Mark felt himself pass through another tight ring and enter the large intestines, the air inside became a lot less pleasant, smelling stale and sour, to make matters worse, the ribbed walls now were rubbing a foul-smelling brown sludge into his fur, he gaged as he thought about how he was now cleaning the bowels of the feline with his fur. A while later he saw a buildup of poop ahead of him disappearing through a sphincter and into the rectum, he sighed with relief, he was finally near the end, but the relief was short lived as his nose pierced through the ring and pressed into the liger's previous meal. He felt his world shift as Tiberius crouched down to expel his waste, he heard the slimy wet sound of the poop leaving his body, he felt the muscles around him push him forward, his head entered the rectum as the last of the poop left the feline and the anus squeezed shut, allowing a brief breath of outside air, the muscles around him relaxed as Tiberius prepared to expel Mark from his body, Marks view was unpleasant, he was staring at the inside of Tiberius's anus the air inside the tight space smelled sour and earthy, then, with an audible grunt from Tiberius, Mark was pushed forward, his nose pressed against the anus, he felt it spread open over his nose and muzzle, feeling like a slimy rubber band being stretched over his muzzle, he gasped in a breath of fresh air, the cool air felt amazing to him as his body had gotten used to the increased temperature inside the feline, Tiberius then pushed again, this time Marks head popped out, he looked around, realizing how ridiculous he must look with his head sticking out if the felines butt, with the next push, his shoulders slid out, now with the widest part of him outside the feline, he slid the rest of the way out rather quickly, he laid there on the ground, panting the fresh air, and stretched out fully for the first time in what felt like a year, he looked at Tiberius, the large feline was watching him, “Don't worry big guy, I am alright," Mark said, more to reassure himself than Tiberius, Mark looked around and didn't see the bag, so he crawled over to Tiberius and lifted his tail, the puckered hole was winking at him, “Sorry big guy, I just have to get my bag from inside you," Mark said, he then brought his hand towards the wrinkled flesh, he rubbed his finger on the pulsating flesh, then he pushed it in, feeling the familiar heat surround his finger, he rubbed around the slimy walls before adding a second finger, then a third, and a fourth, he felt Tiberius press against his hand and chuff, Mark added his thumb inside, then the feline shifted backwards, pushing his hand inside up to his forearm, Mark rubbed around the walls, feeling for the bag, once he felt the bag he pulled his arm out.

Mark was about to get up when he heard a whine come from Tiberius, he looked at the feline and saw that he was still standing next to him with his tail raised, and a confused look on his face, “Fine, I guess this is the least I could do for you after today," Mark said, Mark carefully slid his arm back inside the feline, once his hand was back inside, he balled his hand into a fist and began thrusting his arm slowly, pulling his arm until the anus clenched around his wrist, then pushing forward until his elbow entered the feline, he continued thrusting his arm, earning pleased growls from Tiberius, he looked down and saw Tiberius's erection, it was about five inches long and tapered to the tip which had tiny barbs on it, the potent musk tickled his nose, it smelled like old leather and urine. Mark closed his eyes and took the cock into his mouth, it tasted salty and slightly bitter from the urine, the bitter taste of urine disappeared quickly witch left it tasting like clean flesh, he licked around the tip, feeling the barbs with his tongue, the cock pulsed and sprayed salty pre-cum across his tongue, he noticed whenever his balled up fist went over Tiberius's prostate another spray of pre-cum entered his mouth, not long after he started, he felt the barbs flex on the cock as Tiberius gave a shallow thrust. It erupted in his mouth, slimy liger cum started pumping into his mouth as the liger's rectum pulsated around his arm, Mark swallowed the cum, it was salty and slightly sweet, as Tiberius finished Mark let his cock go and licked his lips, Mark then pulled his arm out of the felines rectum, leaving his anus gaped slightly, and stood up, Mark looked himself over, and gaged, his once pristine orange fur was now mostly a yellowish-brown, he bent down and picked up the bag, he wiped some of the poop off the bag to expose his phone, which said the time was three in the morning, he had spent the whole day inside the feline, Mark shivered, the poop coating his fur was now cooling off.

Mark picked up his clothes and headed back to the changing room, once he got there, he showered until the smell was mostly gone, he dried off and went to his locker, he opened it and saw a note fall out, confused, he picked it up and read it, “Hey Mark, next time you decide to feed yourself to Tiberius, make sure you clock out first, don't worry, I clocked you out at the normal time you get out of work so you still get paid for today, and no, you won't be fired. While we don't mind when our staff get adventurous with the felines, we don't want to pay someone overtime for it, thanks. Management."