Bar Crawl
A little gift story for my friend Popyoyo90 of the two of us being quite predatious. And with two whole endings!
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Zdar nuzzled his taller companion, Pop, as the two cuddled nude on the old, sagging couch. The pair were illuminated by the soft light of the television playing the latest hot series from some streaming site. Despite the height difference Zdar, a striped hyena, and Pop, a spotted one, were both equally fat. Zdar, though, had a much softer and flabbier build whereas Pop's fat was clearly supported by a good layer of muscle. The taller hyena wrapped a thick arm around his friend and held him close. The pair made a perfectly adorable image like you might see in some cheesy commercial.
Or, at least, they would have were their apartment not littered with scattered scraps of bone and half-digested clothing.
The hard muscle wrapped in soft fat which currently held Zdar close was fed by countless prey. Likewise the many layers of soft fat pressing against Pop were fed by just as many lives, if not more. Zdar had originally met Pop intending to eat him, and oddly enough the other hyena had seemed almost eager to have it happen. But Zdar saw something in the other hyena that stopped him, something that told him that Pop had serious predatory potential. So rather than eat him then, Zdar instead convinced the other hyena to pull out his phone and call up a couple of his friends. Once they were churned to oblivion, Pop was hooked. Over the next few years the pair would devour hundreds, collecting trophies and new layers of fat along the way.
Zdar's paws gently kneaded his companion's gut, feeling the extra softness Pop had gained from the jogger he'd eaten this morning for breakfast. The pair regularly ate two or three people a day each at this point, their predatory appetites often synergizing and causing the pair to eat more than they ever would separately. As if on cue, a deep, hungry growl emanated from Pop's gut.
"Sounds like someone's ready for dinner," Zdar teased, giving Pop's gut a pat. As the larger hyena blushed, Zdar added "I'm getting pretty hungry myself. How about you and I head to the bar, have a couple drinks, and eat a few patrons?"
Pop gave Zdar a smooch on his nose. "You always have the best dinner plans."
The pair got up from the couch, pulled on some clothes (too small, of course; it's hard to find clothes that fit for long with their diet), and set off down the street to the closest bar. It was only a ten minute journey, but the chilly night air meant they walked pressed up close to one another for warmth, their breath creating short lived clouds in front of their muzzles.
Soon enough the two yeens arrived at their hunting ground. The owner and bartender, Chris, noticed them as they walked in. The shiba inu was both taller and wider than either hyena, his black apron barely covering his gut. Though neither knew for certain, seeing Chris' gut they suspected that they weren't the only ones who were prone to snack on the occasional barfly. Chris gave them a quick nod and poured them both a pint of their usual beers before his attention moved to some glassware that needed polishing. Zdar and Pop collected their drinks and settled into their usual booth, tucked away in a shady corner where they could get a good view of the whole bar. The perfect vantage point from which to scope out a meal.
"Look at that one," Zdar said a few minutes later, gesturing with his already half-empty drink toward a chubby mouse who had clearly had a bit more than he could handle. The group that the mouse had been hanging with was too invested in the story that one of them -- a brawny lion -- was telling to uproarious laughter to notice that the mouse had started to wander his way towards the back of the bar. "Dibs," the shorter hyena whispered as he slipped out of the booth and started stalking toward the doomed rodent. Before anyone could notice anything, Zdar covered the mouse's mouth with his paw and pulled him into a small hallway that led to the bathrooms, out of sight of the mouse's friends.
The mouse, his reaction time dulled by the amount of alcohol he'd drunk, took a moment to figure out what had happened and start trying to squirm out of Zdar's grip. That small delay was all Zdar needed, though. Before he could escape or call out for help, the heavyset mouse found his world going dark and wet as the maw of the experienced predator descended upon him. Soon he felt gravity reverse as the hyena swallowed down enough of him to be able to pull the rest into the air and let gravity help. In under two minutes, the mouse went from enjoying a night out with friends to being curled up in a bath of digestive juices, never to be seen again.
After he had swallowed down the last of the mouse's tail, Zdar waddled quickly back to the booth, avoiding the notice of the mouse's friends. As he hid his squirming gut under the table, Zdar smiled knowing that by the time they even noticed that their friend was missing, it'd be too late. As far as they'd ever know, he simply disappeared one night and was never found. Zdar's smile faded when he noticed that while he was gone Pop had not only finished his own drink, but Zdar's as well. Pop snickered and rubbed Zdar's gut with one hand while signalling to Chris that they wanted another round.
As the massive bartender set the fresh pints on the table, Zdar and Pop continued chatting casually, the music and general din of the bar drowning out any cries from the mouse in Zdar's gut. They sipped at their drinks and scanned the bar surreptitiously. Pop's paws continued to rub over Zdar's bulging belly under the table, feeling his prey start to squirm slower and slower as time went on. The mouse had already gone still for a few minutes by the time that anyone in the group noticed that they hadn't seen him for a while. After a brief search of the bathrooms, the group assumed that he'd slipped out and already made his way home. Shortly after that, they left, leaving the only people in the building as Zdar, Pop, Chris, and a jaguar sitting at the bar. He looked to be in his early 20s, with a coat of glossy black fur that almost looked like ink. Pop and Zdar finished their drinks and signaled for another round.
While Chris placed the drinks on the table, Pop leaned over to him and said in hushed tones "I know you normally want us to be discrete, but no one else is here right now, so do you care if I..." The taller hyena gestured slightly toward the jaguar.
The shiba inu looked around a bit before sighing. "Okay, but just this time. I don't need people thinking this is that kind of bar." Chris walked over to the table by the door where the group that just left had been sitting and started wiping it down, keeping an eye on the entrance just in case anyone came in while Pop was hunting.
Pop pushed himself up from the booth and stalked up behind the jaguar, wobbling a bit from the beer. The cat, however, was too absorbed in his third mojito to notice the hyena until the predator was right behind him. He spilled some of his drink as Pop's gut bumped into his back. "Hey, what's the--" the jaguar said, turning around before being cut off by the descending hyena maw that quickly engulfed his head. In his momentary confusion from the sudden darkness, the jaguar failed to react soon enough to pull himself out of Pop's maw before the hyena swallowed him down to his shoulders, sealing the jaguar's fate. Nothing could escape a swift descent into his stomach once Pop got it into his throat.
The jaguar was struggling ineffectually to escape his continuing descent down Pop's throat when a burst of cold air announced the unwelcome arrival of a group of three twenty-something ferrets coming in for a drink. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as the newcomers stopped just inside the door, their eyes fixed on Pop with a half-swallowed jaguar in his mouth. Likewise, Chris, Zdar, and Pop all froze in place staring in surprise at the group.
Chris was the first to move after a second that seemed to go on for an hour. With surprising agility he wrapped his tree-trunk-sized arms around the ferrets, his own maw quickly descending on one of them. He started swallowing down the ferret as quick as he could, only pausing to give a quick jerk of the head to Zdar, communicating a clear "Get over here and eat one of them." The shorter hyena pushed himself out of the booth, thrown off-kilter for a moment by the booze and his gut, which was now starting to get a bit sloshy as the mouse continued to break down within. He crossed the bar quickly and grabbed hold of one of the panicking ferrets, joining the bartender in seeing just how quickly he could shove him down his throat.
Pop, meanwhile, let out a loud burp as the last of the jaguar slid past his lips and down his throat. He'd been hoping to savor the meal a bit more, but necessity dictated that he eat his dinner quickly tonight seeing as the second course arrived early. He waddled over to the last ferret not currently halfway down a throat and pulled him out of Chris' grip. He held the doomed ferret against his squirming gut for just long enough to make sure his balance was good enough to handle another live meal on top of the booze before swallowing the final ferret's head.
For about a minute, the only sounds in the bar were the music playing quietly in the background and three sets of loud swallowing. Chris was, understandably, the first to finish swallowing his ferret, punctuating his midnight snack with a belch. With the shiba's heft, an observer would have trouble making out that there was someone in his gut at all if it weren't for the movement inside causing it to wobble. Zdar finished his second, his gut swollen massively, followed quickly by Pop, looking equally round.
Zdar let out a sigh that was equal parts contentment and slight discomfort from being so stuffed. He turned to Chris and gave a wry smile. "I thought you didn't want to be that kind of bar," he panted, eyeing the bartender's gut.
Chris blushed slightly, but otherwise retained his gruff exterior. "I said I didn't want people thinking it was that kind of bar," he grumbled. "Ain't no one going to be thinking that if we clean up the only witnesses. This means we're gonna be closing early tonight, though, so you two finish your drinks and clear out."
The two nodded and went back to their booth, Pop diverting to quickly finish off the last of the jaguar's abandoned mojito. They quickly chugged the last of their beers and waddled their way out into the night as Chris turned off the lights and started locking up the bar. Their pace slowed by the extra weight (plus not feeling like they needed to be in any kind of hurry), by the end of their stroll home both hyenas' guts were perfectly still.
ENDING 1
Zdar unlocked the door to their apartment and the pair stumbled inside. Pop gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and waddled his way into the bedroom. Even from the hall, Zdar could hear the bed creak loudly as Pop flopped onto it, a familiar complaint from the furniture of the heavy hyenas. Zdar decided to get a glass of water before he followed Pop, and by the time he made his way into the bedroom his roommate was already starting to snore lightly.
He stopped in the doorway, finding himself gazing at the sleeping Pop the way he had seen him those years ago when they first met: as a massive pile of meat. Sure it wouldn't have been the first time since they met that Zdar had wanted to finally eat his roommate, but tonight was the strongest that craving was stronger than ever. Seeing him there, stuffed, helpless, Zdar was almost drooling his mouth was watering so much.
He crept up to the foot of the bed. Pop was just lying there, sprawled out on top of the covers. Even with Pop's current size, Zdar was sure that he could get him at least halfway down before he even woke up. Gently, he grabbed Pop's legs and guided them into his mouth before starting to swallow.
Glrk. Glrk. Inch by inch the larger yeen started to disappear down the smaller's throat, the way he was always meant to. Pop tasted so good, Zdar was almost kicking himself for not doing this sooner. How could he have waited this long to eat such a perfect prey?
As he made his way halfway-over the massive, just-starting-to-slosh mound of a belly on Pop, he heard the snoring fade followed a couple seconds later by a mumbled, half-asleep "hng?" Zdar kept swallowing, fully getting over Pop's stuffed gut by the time his prey's eyes opened. They made eye contact, and for a moment Pop seemed confused. Then Zdar swallowed again.
"H-hey, what are you...?" Pop trailed off, squirming slightly but not really doing much to escape even though his arms were still free. He began to blush slightly as the old eager prey-yeen started to surface from beneath the years of predation. Zdar responded by grabbing Pop's arms and guiding them into his mouth and swallowing further. "Z-Zdar..." Pop mumbled, blushing harder. Soon the larger yeen was up to his neck in the smaller, only his head remaining in the outside world. Below him, he could feel his legs in the stomach chamber pressing up against the rest of its contents. And after a minute, all the light vanished as even his head disappeared.
Zdar swallowed one last time, sending his roommate into his massively overstuffed gut. With some effort he managed to turn onto his back, reveling in the weight of five people in his stomach, and feeling especially satisfied knowing that the struggles of the only living one were coming from his now-former roommate. He burped up most of the air in his stomach as he rubbed his gut, passing out at about the same time Pop did, one from a food coma and the other from asphyxiation.
In the morning, Zdar awoke when the sun hit his face. He rolled away from the light reflexively, causing his stomach to jiggle and slosh much more than he was used to. He opened his eyes and marvelled at how much his gut had grown. He massaged it slightly as last night's events came back to him. He pushed himself out of bed and walked over to the full-length mirror by the closet. He was massive! He stood there for a while, marvelling over the several inches he'd gained on his already considerable gut -- let alone his hips, ass, and moobs! He must have gained at least a hundred pounds overnight, if not more!
Suddenly a burst of gas from his stomach surprised him, the belch carrying up with the first of what would certainly be several bunches of bones and scraps of cloth over the course of the day. In this one, a couple skulls along with some bits of Pop's outfit from last night sailed out. Zdar picked up one of them, not really having any way to know if it was really Pop's at all, and gave it a smile equal parts fond and evil. "I suppose I'll have to look for another roommate, then..."
ENDING 2
Zdar unlocked the door to their apartment and the pair stumbled inside. Pop, since he was the second one in, found himself transfixed by his roommate's flabby frame. Sure, he knew his roommate was an experienced predator who had eaten plenty of folks as big as Pop and bigger, but the predatory high from eating two people in rapid succession combined with the confidence from the alcohol gave Pop an impulsive craving that he had no chance to resist.
As he closed the door behind him, he shoved his belly into Zdar's back hard, sending the smaller yeen sprawling on the floor. "What was that ab--" Zdar started before being interrupted by Pop sitting on him. His prey thoroughly trapped, Pop began to maneuver Zdar carefully into a position where he'd be helpless to avoid the initial swallow -- and not even an experienced predator like Zdar could escape that throat once he began his descent.
"W-wait, Pop, don--" Zdar pleaded pointlessly before getting muffled by Pop's descending maw. Glrk. Goner.
Zdar, despite knowing exactly how well it would work, nevertheless instinctively flailed about trying to free himself. Pop merely swallowed again, pulling Zdar down further. Even Zdar's massively stuffed middle proved little challenge for the hungry hyena. In little more than a couple minutes, Pop was slurping down Zdar's tail and giving his incredibly swollen gut a gentle pat. He pulled himself up, nearly losing his balance again as Zdar gave a particularly strong thrash, and waddled his way to the bedroom, leaning on the wall for stability as he nearly had to drag his gut along.
Soon he was in the bedroom. He hefted his gut -- still violently thrashing, though starting to weaken -- onto the bed and pulled himself up after it. The frame creaked louder than it ever had before as at least a thousand pounds of weight descended on it all at once. Pop burped and sighed contentedly, the squirms inside his stomach feeling like a massage as he drifted off to sleep. Inside his stomach, however, Zdar was having a much less peaceful night. With the various flops and struggles, he had managed to maneuver himself into a bad position, his neck pressed against the bottom of the stomach with his body above him, upside down and barely able to move from being pressed up against the rest of the contents of Pop's stomach. He was helpless as the acids continued to rise. Eventually his pocket of air ran out, and soon the sleeping Pop's stomach was completely still.
In the morning, Pop woke up as the garbage truck drove loudly by. His head throbbed dully, reminding him of the bar crawl from the night before. But, he only ate two people at the bar, didn't he? He felt too heavy for that. Where did--?
It came back to him in a flash. He opened his eyes and looked at his gut, bigger than it had ever been before. He kneaded his paws in the soft fat, whining happily at how amazing it felt squishing beneath them. He felt his arms as well, and while there was certainly a good bit of new fat on them, Pop could feel a good amount of new muscle underneath as well. Admiring his predatory gains, he couldn't believe he'd ever wanted to be prey. He looked around him on the bed at the scraps of bone and clothing he'd burped up in the night, including a skull that for some reason he was nearly certain was Zdar's. He picked it up and rested it on his gut. Staring into the empty eye sockets, he smirked.