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Max checked his phone hurriedly, already shedding his clothes as he walked through the front door. The blue scrubs were quickly tossed into a bin, followed by his boxers. His phone had one voice message on it. Only one person left him voicemail. The mouse checked it hurriedly.

"I have a surprise for you. You will come for dinner tonight." The command was brief and simple, but it still made the mouse's cock twitch and swell slightly. Or rather, try to. It quickly pressed against it's cage, the only thing the mouse was wearing. He reached down and caressed the hard resin, as if he could feel anything through it. Maybe the surprise was that Abbadon would let him out tonight. He'd been nervous, asking his friend to be his keyholder, but the serpent had taken to it with relish. He was deliciously ruthless when it came to his "pet's" release, and while the mouse didn't regret his decision in the slightest, the month and a half since his last climax had him feeling desperate.

Of course, the other possible surprise made him even more excited. He hadn't missed the possible double meaning of the message. Abbadon was probably just teasing him, probably. He trusted that the snake would never eat him without permission. He also knew that he'd give that permission in a heartbeat, if the snake asked. Abbadon probably knew it too. The mouse hadn't told him, of course. That would itself be granting permission, practically begging to be eaten. And he didn't want to do that. Not when he had been so honest about exactly what he wanted his predator to be to him. The snake didn't feel the same way, he knew. If he did, he would have said something. Not that Max had said anything. It almost didn't matter, though. He hadn't lowered his standards so much as updated them. He needed to love his predator, that much was still true. But being loved in return? That seemed less and less important to the mouse. Becoming one with those lovely coils, helping add a little extra shine to those beautiful blue scales, that would be enough. But he knew that if he started bringing this up, Abbadon would feel obliged to be honest. To say that he didn't love Max the way that Max loved him, and the mouse couldn't bear to hear him say that. Especially not right before what should be the happiest, and final, moments of his life.

Still, the dim possibility that tonight he had been invited as dinner, rather than invited to dinner, sent shivers of anticipation running down his spine. He went to the closet and pulled out a bottle of special shampoo. Minty, not just in scent but in flavor, and totally organic and safe for consumption. The mouse stepped into the shower and turned it on, still thinking. Surely, if tonight was the night, Abbadon would let him out of his cage first. Ravage his body with pleasure, let him cum again and again until he was spent. The thought cheered him slightly, until another struck him. Abbadon had taken his responsibilities as keyholder very seriously. What if he didn't let him out. The cage was resin, biodegradable, and while the lock was metal, the mouse had no doubt it was small enough not to bother the snake as it passed through him. He could imagine it, being stuck inside Abbadon, fulfilling his purpose, but still locked up. His cock would be straining, desperate to break free, knowing it was his last chance to feel that release, knowing that chance was being denied to him by the same person who was ending him, who would no doubt be masturbating to the thought and the sensations of the mouse squirming and struggling to cum inside him. He wondered if his cock would be trying even harder to grow inside Abbadon then it was trying right now. He didn't think that was possible, but for a few moments, he wanted nothing more than to find out that it was.

He shuddered, and turned the water down until it was unpleasantly cold. He washed, making sure that every inch of his body was gently flavored as Abbadon liked. He even squeezed a bit of the shampoo into the cage, and moved it around with his hand to try and coat his cock with the minty flavor before rinsing it out with water as cold as he could bear it. The mouse was shivering by the time he stepped out of the shower, his cock flaccid inside it's cage. But his arousal hadn't been dimmed in the slightest. The drying unit didn't help, his mind drifting towards images of a blue snake's hot breath washing over him, filling him with the warmth that would envelop him. Once he was dry, he spread a bit of mint flavored lube along the edges of his cage.

Max got dressed quickly, not really caring about his clothes. From experience, they wouldn't matter much. The snake wore no clothes, and didn't particularly care if his guests did or not. Except Max's cage, of course.

Abbadon didn't live too far away, and the trip was uneventful. He rang the doorbell, and the door opened. The mouse peeked in and saw the entrance empty. It had freaked him out, the first time, but Abbadon had shown him the buttons around the house that let him open the door without having to actually reach the door. He closed the door behind him and stripped out of his clothes, tossing them into a hamper near the door that Abbadon had bought after getting fed up with Max leaving his clothes on the floor.

Max sniffed at the air, surprised to smell cooking meat. A quick glance into the seldom-used kitchen confirmed that the oven was on. It smelled lovely.

"I do hope it's to your liking." Abbadon said, startling the mouse for a second. Someone that big shouldn't be able to move that quietly, damn it. The mouse startled again when he saw the other person watching him, a large, hunky bull. Max's hands moved to cover his crotch before he realized the bull was also nude, and hung.

"Aw, I've never seen you be shy before." Abbadon said, looking over his mouse. "It's cute."

"Thanks." Max said. "Um, hi. I'm Max."

"Eddie." The bull said, stepping forward to grasp Max's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Max couldn't help but glance down at the bull's ample manhood for a second. The bull didn't seem to mind. After a few moments the mouse turned his gaze to Abbadon, pleading silently for help.

"Eddie here is my dinner for the evening." Abbadon said. Max felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly overtaken by excitement.

"You mean I get to watch!" He blurted out. Abbadon's grin widened, and Eddie chuckled.

"If you like." Eddie said. "But your master suggested you might do more than watch, if you like."

Max's heart was beating faster than he'd ever felt it before. He glanced over to Abbadon, his eyes filled with hope.

"Eddie here is a top, and as you know I don't particularly enjoy being on bottom. Rather than pass up on such a delicious meal, I asked if he would settle for my pet mouse being his final fuck."

Max's heart broke a little, learning his intended role for the evening. He tried to keep it from his face, but Abbadon frowned.

"I thought you'd be more excited pet. And I know I would enjoy watching this hunk of beef have his way with you." The snake's voice was smooth, seductive.

"It sounds fun." Max said honestly. "Really."

"Oh good." Abbadon said, grinning. "And here I was thinking I might have to sweeten the pot, let you out of your cage tonight."

Max brightened at that. "Oh! Um, if that's still an option..."

"No no, you said you'd do it. Such a good pet."

"And if I refuse?" The mouse's eyes shone.

Abbadon chuckled. "I told you he could be a bit of a brat." He said to Eddie.

"That's alright. Brats are fun."

"Well pet, if you can honestly say you don't want this nice bull to fuck you senseless unless I let your pathetic little cock out of it's cage first, I suppose you'll just have to sit back and watch as I eat him. And see his disappointed face as he's devoured, knowing you could have given him what he wants."

The bull smirked, and his cock twitched and started to grow. He reached down and stroked it, unashamed to bring himself to full hardness in front of a complete stranger.

Max tried not to drool as he stared at the massive cock. This bull was bigger than Abbadon, he thought. I need that inside me. Besides, he could never let Abbadon down.

"Fine." He said, rolling his eyes. "If you're gonna try to make me feel all guilty about it."

"Not fooling anyone pet." Abbadon said, smirking at the mouse. His eyes deliberately moved downward, and Max followed them to see a small puddle at his feet, a long strand of pre leaking from the front of his cage. As he watched it fell, adding to the puddle, only to be replaced by another as his cock expressed it's excitement the only way it could. "Besides." the snake said. "Maybe he'll make you cum, cage or not."

Max tensed his cock instinctively at the thought, another stream of cum leaking from him as he did.

A timer dinged behind Max, and the bull moved quickly to the oven, turning the heat off. He didn't remove whatever was inside though, instead stepping behind the mouse and gently caressing his neck. "We should hurry, unless you want your food to get cold." Eddie said softly into the mouses ear. Max moaned softly as he felt the bull's cock poking into his ass.

"Let's get me ready then."

The bull practically dragged him into the living room, where a bottle of kiwi lube had thoughtfully been left out. He actually pushed the mouse onto the floor, grabbing the bottle and spreading his cheeks with one hand, gripping the bottle with the other. He squeezed some out onto Max's pink hole, then smeared some of the slick substance on his fingers. After the rough treatment to get him here, Max had expected to be roughly stretched until the bull deemed him ready. So he was surprised when he felt gentle fingers massaging around his entrance, pressing gently until he was loose enough for them to slide in with barely any resistance. He sighed happily and squeezed around the bull's fingers, feeling them gently but steadily stretching him.

It only took a few minutes for the bull to deem him ready, and as he stood up to slather his own cock with the lube, Max looked around. As expected, Abbadon was curled up around them, his coils forming a wall around the pair. Eddie could probably step over the snakes coils if he wanted, Max would have to climb a bit if he wanted to escape the loose embrace. Not that either of them wanted to escape.

Eddie pulled Max up onto his knees, getting behind the mouse and slowly pushing inside him. Max winced with pain as the massive shaft spread him far wider than he'd been stretched, but he forced himself to relax, focused on his breathing, and after just a few gentle, slow thrusts the pain had gone and only wonderful pleasure was left in it's wake.

He glanced up and saw Abbadon's face just in front of him. "Don't feel like you need to hold back." The snake smiled, speaking to the bull but looking at Max. "Like I said, he likes it rough."

The bull hesitated for a moment, as if waiting for Max to correct his master. When he didn't, the bull started to pick up speed. He kept picking up speed until he was slamming into Max, the bull's heavy balls slapping hard into Max's swollen, caged sack. The mouse's moans raised in pitch, until he was no longer moaning but squeaking happily with each thrust splitting him open; squeezing around the bull as much as he could.

"Isn't he just the tightest little ass?" Abbadon said, looking over Max to the bull inside him. Eddie grunted a response, directing all his energy and focus on fucking what just might be the best ass he'd ever had. At least, that's what Max imagined, pushing back against Eddie, eyes slowly loosing focus.

The bull started groaning, and his thrusting slowed to a crawl, pulling slowly out of Max until just the tip of his cock was pressed against the mouse's ass, then pushing in with a strong, measured push, then back again, until the final thrust, faster as he tried to bury himself deep inside the mouse before he exploded, groaning and falling on top of Max, knocking them both to the floor as he pumped every drop of his cum into Max's eager body.

"Well. You seemed to enjoy that." Abbadon said after a while. Eddie groaned and rolled off the mouse, who took a deep breath as the bull's weight was taken off him. "Was he everything I promised? Everything you wanted."

The bull nodded slowly, still dazed.

"Good. I'm starving. Stand up." Eddie pushed himself up, standing on shaky legs. "Thank Max for his help."

"Thank you." The bull said, unable to take his eyes off Abbadon. The snake's head bobbed slightly as he rose, until he was taller than the bull. Much taller. He seemed to dwarf him, curling his neck to look straight down at Eddie.

"Now say goodbye."

"Goodb-"

The bull's last word was cut off as Abbadon struck, swallowing half the bull as he plunged his head down. Max, who knew Abbadon well enough to expect something like this, still jumped back in surprise at the snake's speed. Max stumbled into the snakes coils, still wrapped around the pair, tighter than before watching as Abbadon squeezed around his prey, carefully lifting him up to let gravity assist him in pulling the bull towards his doom. The snake gulped, the process looking more awkward than the mouse had assumed, his skin stretching around his prey slowly as more and more of the wriggling bull disappeared from the world. The last thing to go were his hooves, and Abbadon lowered his head before swallowing those, giving Max a good look at his throat as it sucked the final piece of the bull into the dark flesh beyond.

Max stared into the passage before him with an almost reverent air. He reached out and touched the snake's tongue, which wrapped around his hand loosely before Abbadon pulled it back, yawning his jaw back into place. He looked down at Max.

"Oh, how rude of me. I've finished my meal and I haven't even served my guest yet."

Max continued staring at the snake, until a gentle bump from his tail jolted him out of it. "I think it would be easier for you to get the food from the oven, if you don't mind." Max nodded, and Abbadon's coils shifted and swirled until they grew shallow enough for the mouse to step out of the snake's embrace. He came out about a minute later, having found a plate waiting for him on the counter.

"Um, is this it?" Max asked, a loaf of bread on his plate. "Not that I don't like bread, but..."

"Cut into it." Abbadon suggested, having stretched himself out on the couch. The lump that had been Eddie was still prominent near his head, twitching slightly as the bull moved. Max obeyed. "Eddie was a professional chef, back before he was my dinner. I asked him to make a meal for you, and he suggested that we both have some beef tonight."

"Beef Wellington!" Max said, eagerly taking a bite. Abbadon chuckled.

"I do hope it isn't overdone, what with the delay."

"It's perfect!" Max said through a mouthful of food, hopping onto the couch and snuggling against the bulge in Abbadon's belly. "Tonight's been perfect! And you haven't even cum yet!"

"Desert can wait until after dinner." Abbadon said, smiling. "So you enjoyed the show?"

Max nodded eagerly. "I hope I get to see the next performance."

"Well." Abbadon said, sounding strange. "You know, I do take most of my meals at home. You'd be much more likely to catch it if you spent more time here."

Max frowned, and then felt a flutter in his chest.

"And it would certainly be nice to have a snack around full time, in case I get peckish."

Max swallowed. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"

"What a marvelous idea." Abbadon said. "What do you think?"

Yes, yes, yessssssssss! The mouse screamed internally.

"Maybe." He said, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Maybe?"

"Well, that's a big decision. I should make it with a clear head, you know. Not one that's so clouded by lust that I'd do anything to get closer to you." He reached down and smeared some of his pre against his cage.

Abbadon's eyes narrowed, but he grinned.