FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The stream started with a peaceful image of a front yard, from the perspective of the door. Flowerbeds rustled in the wind along the concrete path to the door, hidden behind the camera. Cars drove by now and then, as the timer in the corner slowly ticked down from ten minutes to zero. With about two minutes left, a taxi could be seen pulling up to the sidewalk. A canine stepped out the back, paid the driver, and nervously checked his phone. He walked up the slightly curved path slowly, not dawdling but not rushing, his body language more nervous than anything. He made it to the porch and looked around a bit before spotting the camera. He gave it a nervous smile and wave, then visibly swallowed. He took a breath, closed his eyes, and took a long, blind step forward, past the view of the camera.

A few seconds later, the view shifted. Another camera, this one facing the door, turned on as the doorbell was pressed. With it came sound, the ominous, deep tones of a pipe organ. The canine giggled nervously at the slightly cheesy, but wholly appropriate sound.

The door opened, and the familiar star of the show appeared. A massive alligator, tall and wide, his round, fat gut drooping over his pants. He wore no shirt, the better to put his enormity on display. The canine froze as he saw the alligator, staring at him almost perfectly still. Only his tail moved, wagging hard as he looked at his host. The gator, for his part, studied his guest silently, a slow smile spreading over his long jaws, his sharp teeth glinting slightly in the sunlight. After a few moments of this, he took a half step back, turning, and with an arm gestured the canine to come inside. His massive gut mostly blocked the door, and the canine had to press against it and squeeze past to enter the house. A faint whine could be heard as he did, and the gator licked his lips.

The camera jumped again once the door closed, and the pair could be seen walking into a room, the doorway in the background of a comfortable looking black leather couch. The furniture was sized to the alligator, which is to say it dwarfed the canine, who had to almost jump into it. The couch squeaked in protest as the gator sat down on it. He put an arm around the canine and pulled him in close. "Hello again everyone. Another month, another victim comes willingly into my home. Go on, introduce yourself to the audience."

The canine gulped nervously and gave a little wave to the camera again. "Hi. I'm Cerb, and um..."

"Tell them why you're here." The gator said after a pause. "We all want to hear you say it."

"I'm here to serve Mr. Nile for the month. To fulfill his every desire. To let you all watch it. And then when the month is up, to feed him with my body."

"And as you all know, I'm Nile, and I'm here to torture this cute little morsel for the next month for your viewing pleasure, to break his body and his mind, to reduce him into nothing but Meat, and then to treat him like Meat deserves. Sending him the same place that all my former guests have gone, and all my future guests will go." He patted his rotund gut. "And the first part of that is making a correction. Your name isn't 'Cerb'. Not anymore. You are Meat. And Meat doesn't get to wear clothes. Show us all what I get to play with for the next month." Cerb smiled and nodded, pulling off his shirt. He was fit beneath it, not skinny, and not overly muscled, with a light layer of fat that Nile immediately started to poke and prod, even as Cerb struggled to take off his pants.

"What's this?" Nile asked, squeezing at Cerb's freshly exposed cock. Well, mostly exposed. Nile tugged it forward, making sure the camera got a good view of the swollen balls and leaking shaft, clearly trying to grow but trapped within a black plastic mesh, held firmly in place by a tight ring nestled behind his sack. Cerb whined as his balls were roughly tugged forward. "I asked you a question Meat." Nile said, tugging them harder. "I expect you to answer."

"I- ah. It's a cock cage Sir." Cerb said as his balls were squeezed by the domineering gator. "I like wearing it! I can take it off if you want but..."

"But?" Nile asked, tickling along the canines sack with a sharp claw.

"I, um. It's safe to eat, if you want me to keep it on."

Nile looked at it, leaning his face down to examine the cage, his snout pressed up under the canine's balls. "Hmm. Where's the key?" He asked after a moment.

"My pants. Front pocket." Cerb said, looking disappointed. At least, until Nile fished out the key and, with barely any visible effort, snapped it in half.

"Can you cum with that on?" Nile asked as an afterthought.

"No." Cerb said, looking shocked at the broken halves of the key. "I haven't yet, at least."

"Fun." Nile said, tossing the bits of metal onto the table in front of them, out of view of the camera that rested on the very same table. "Now, as my regular viewers will know, we make sure to keep things nice and legal on my stream. So you're going to have to sign a few things." He pulled out a stack of papers and pushed them towards Cerb. "Just a few things, signing away your right as a living person, removing all animal rights against horrible inhumane treatment, stripping those rights away until legally you're nothing but an object that I own. Basic stuff really." Cerb picked up a pen and started to sign and initial as required. Meanwhile, Nile stood up and left the room, winking at the camera before disappearing from sight.

He came back a few minutes later with a gleaming cleaver, walking slowly, creeping up behind Cerb as the canine diligently filled out the paperwork to remove his legal standing. Nile lowered his hand until the cleaver was out of view, hidden by the couch, and waited for Cerb to finish.

"All done?" He asked when Cerb put down the stack of paper. The dog jumped at the sound, turning his head. He nodded.

"Speak when spoken to, Meat." Nile said, not cruelly but like chastising a favorite pet. "Are you done? Are you all mine now?"

Cerb gulped and nodded, already wincing. It was clear he knew what was coming, if not specifically then in general. Not a surprise, most of Nile's guests came from his audience, well aware of the alligator's habits and tricks. It wasn't a problem. If anything, the fear of what they knew would come made the audience even more desperate to see the promise of pain fulfilled. "Yes Sir." He said after another moment.

"Good." Nile said, wrapping a hand around Cerb's throat. "My toy then. Let's play, shall we?" He picked the canine up by his neck and held him up as he walked around the couch. His pants had disappeared somewhere off-screen, and his uncut cock was standing to attention and glistening with lubricant as he choked his newest plaything. Cerb was dripping in his grip even as he struggled to breath. Nile sat down on the couch, legs spread wide, his heavy balls resting against the black leather as he lowered Cerb onto his belly. Nile's cock jutted up, showing both Cerb and the audience just how big it was compared to the canine's caged shaft. It jutted up almost to Cerb's belly button, as thick around as his wrist, and Cerb's eyes widened as he got his first view of his new master's cock.

"Get it inside you." Nile said, releasing Cerb to gasp on his chest. His other hand rested on the arm of the couch, cleaver held at the ready.

Cerb looked around for a second, perhaps expecting, or at least hoping, to find some way to prepare himself. When none became apparent, and Nile cleared his throat, Cerb lifted himself up and placed his pucker against the gator's tip. His face twisted slightly in pain as he let his weight fall and Nile's shaft slowly started to enter him. A slight whimper escaped as the head of Nile's cock disappeared inside him. Then a scream when Nile pushed down and forced his entire length into the canine's ass.

"You were taking too long." Nile said, his hand on Cerb's head as he pushed him down, grinding his hips up. "Mmm. Tight little thing. Not for long though." He stage whispered into Cerb's ear. "Whether I have to stretch you out or rip you open." He lifted Cerb's body easily, then pushed it down again. The canine whined as he was forced back down onto the shaft, but his cock was dripping inside it's cage as he did. He reached a hand out to the arm of the couch to stabilize himself, and touched the flat of the cleaver. His head turned and he looked at the butchery tool held so casually by the man who he had just given legal right to use it on him, and gulped. He glanced at the camera and back to the cleaver as Nile used his body like a fleshlight. Cerb still grunted with pain, and tears formed in his eyes, but he wiped them away with one hand to keep staring at the blade.

He was the guest of this month, both he and the audience knew. Nile wouldn't kill him just yet, almost certainly. He usually kept his toys alive until the last day of the month, unless they were bad. Bad on camera, badly behaved, bad at sex. The audience could almost see Cerb remembering that last capital crime, as he tore his eyes away from the blade and took over, letting Nile rest as the canine began to ride his cock. "That's good Meat. Show me what you can do." Nile said, patting him on the head and laying back. The penetration was clearly still painful for the poor dog, but he powered through it, his hips lifting up and falling back down at a steady pace. When the tears of pain filled his eyes again, he squeezed them shut instead of wiping them away. His moans and whimpers remained pained, but as he rode his master's massive cock they slowly started to mix with sounds that may have indicated pleasure. Then with sounds that almost certainly did, and Cerb's breathing grew faster as he moaned and grunted his way along.

After a few minutes Nile's free hand began to wander, rubbing at the canine's chest, fingers plucking painfully at his nipples. Then working lower, squeezing around his sides and hips, then down to his ass. "You've got some good hams on you." He stage whispered again, slurping messily at the canine's cheek. "And you taste lovely. I'm going to enjoy destroying you." He exhaled into Cerb's face, and the canine's sensitive nose wrinkled at the odor. "Oh, can you smell my last toy? Cutest little meerkat. He squirmed so much as he churned away. Hopefully you'll feel just as good." Cerb just whimpered in response, as another glob of pre-cum dripped from his straining, soaking cock and slid down the cage. Nile caught it as he reached around and began to fondle his toy's balls, smearing the slick fluid along Cerb's sack and squeezing them tight.

"Let's pick up the pace a bit." He said, his other hand leaving the cleaver and hugging around Cerb. He gripped the canine tight and twisted, shoving his toy beneath him and showing off his own ass and balls to the camera. Cerb's legs were also visible, barely, as he struggled and quickly failed to hold up the gator's weight. He was forced flat onto the couch, and the gator swiftly began fucking him into the soft leather. The couch squeaked and groaned in protest, loud enough to drown out any similar sounds from the canine, but Nile was even louder. "God you feel good Meat. Gonna fill you up soon." He thrust roughly down a few more times before his balls tightened, a loud, low moan filling the room as he unleashed into his toy. "Hurrr. Needed that. Haven't cum since I ate that meerkat. Two days might not sound like much to you folks but I usually feel pent up in a few hours." He remained lodged in Cerb's ass for a few moments, some gentle post orgasm thrusts completing his satisfaction before his drained cock went soft enough to slip from the now much looser canine anus.

With a minor grunt he pushed himself off the dog, who's freed tail started wagging excitedly. "You're a pretty good lay, Meat." Nile said, rubbing the dog's ears affectionately. "First and last ones are always the best mind. First because you're still so tight. Last because by then I've fixed any little issues. This, for instance." He put a hand around the base of Cerb's tail. "Not that it ruined the experience, but I can't help but be annoyed feeling this thing trying to wag like mad against my belly while I'm fucking you Meat. It'll have to go." With no more ado he grabbed the clever and shoved it under Cerb's tail, against his cheeks. The dog whimpered at the feel of steel against his bare fur, but his tail kept wagging until Nile grabbed it and held it still for him. The knife was sharp, and Nile was strong. He pulled the tail down and the blade up, and with a spurt of blood and a scream, it came off.

"And now I guess I'll bring up one of my sponsors." Nile said as he tossed the severed tail onto the table, out of the camera's view. He pulled a jar out from the same table and showed the label to the camera. "Citadel medic-gel. This stuff is really useful if you need to keep someone from bleeding out, or just to stop them from bleeding all over you're nice furniture." He screwed open the jar and scooped out a green goop with his fingers. "Of course all my furniture is protected, but that's a different sponsor. Medic-gel comes in a few varieties, some with painkillers or even aphrodisiacs to turn the pain into pleasure, but I prefer Spicy." He smeared the green goop onto Cerb's tail stump, and the canine howled with pain as it touched him. Nile half-yelled to be heard over the screams. "Adds some flavor to the meat, I find. Though it does make them annoyingly noisy. Maybe I should cut that tongue out too, or slash the vocal chords." He held up the clever again and Cerb's howls quieted down to a whimper. Nile put down the clever with a grin and picked up the camera, putting it close to his playthings ass. The closeup showed both his well-used, cream filled hole, still slightly gaped, and the stump, which had stopped bleeding entirely and could be seen twitching as it tried to wag. "Fast acting to save blood and time on cleanup, which I'm sure the Meat will appreciate, since he'll be cleaning up his mess. After he de-furs, debones, and fries up that tail for my post-fuck snack." He slapped Cerb's stump, hard, and the dog let out another howl of pain before clamping his mouth shut. "Any day now Meat." Cerb hurriedly stood and turned, facing his Master and the camera he held.

"Yes sir. Right away!" The camera shifted slightly as Nile focused it on the puddle of clear fluid resting where Cerb had been forced belly down onto the couch.

"Did you cum Meat?"

"No! No sir!"

"That's all pre?"

"Yes sir!"

"Heh. Productive little snack aren't you?"

"Only when I'm enjoying myself sir." The canine looked proud as he spoke, a broad smile across his face.

"Fair enough. Now go make me that snack."

Cerb smiled as he watched the stream, his ass clenching at the memory of the first time Nile had taken him. He was enjoying himself now too, if the slippery fluid lubricating his still-caged cock was any indication. Nile had instructed him to tag various segments of the stream before crawling back into his crate to sleep every night, and tonight he had decided to reward himself with a trip down memory lane. After he had made Nile his snack, Cerb had been forced to clean up the couch and floor from his various fluids with his tongue. He had tried to do a good job, but Nile was a strict master, and Cerb had lost an ear and a finger before completing the job to his satisfaction. Nile had eaten those raw, while Cerb cleaned up the fresh blood as well as what he had missed, but when he had finished Nile rewarded him generously. Cerb could still taste the gator's cock, and his belly felt warm as he remembered the hot load gushing down his throat as he desperately tried to swallow every drop. Not that the ones he missed had long to wait before joining the rest.

He debated watching the rest of that day, or at least fast forwarding to the parts he had enjoyed the most, but a glance at the clock made him reconsider. Tomorrow was a big day. Nile always did something special to send off his guests, and while he wasn't quite sure what the sadistic gator had in store for him, he knew he should be well rested so he could properly enjoy it.

He grabbed his crutch from where it was resting on the desk and, with it and his one remaining foot, shuffled his way to his master's room. The door was open luckily, and he managed to remain quiet as he went around the bed, taking a last look at Nile's sleeping form and smiling longingly at him. He glanced up to the camera in the corner of the room, still recording for any fans who felt like watching Nile sleep, as Cerb had for years before being invited to watch in person. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to be here, he worried it was all just a dream and that tomorrow he would wake up back at his old home, whole and still desperate for a master. The thought almost made him shudder and fall as he put his crutch at the side of his crate and slowly lowered himself down to a crawl, muffling his grunts of pain as his sore, abused body complained. The crate's bottom was soft, and he made a quick nest out of the blankets and pillows Nile had left for him as a reward for being good today before curling up. He glanced up at his personal sleep camera, red light blinking on when it detected his weight in the crate, and smiled to any fans that might be watching. "I'm going to die tomorrow." he whispered to it, his smile growing wider. "Nile's going to eat me, and I couldn't be happier." He felt his cock pulse again as another thin spurt of pre leaked out, and he whined softly.

The doorbell rang, and Cerb hurried over to answer it, having just enough time to hope it wasn't a door to door salesman or something before he opened the door, struggling to both hold his crutch and open the door with his one good arm. The puma who opened it was dressed professionally, but the smile he had while looking over Cerb's nude body was anything but. "Hello Meat." He said, a soft purr in his voice that sent a tingle down the canine's spine. "Don't you look just delicious."

"Thank you sir!" Cerb replied, his blush visible now that his fur had all been removed. He shifted to the side, and the feline entered, hand reaching out to grope the canine's swollen balls as he passed.

"You haven't cum in the whole month, have you?" Cerb shook his head. "I bet these are so nice and juicy. Shame Nile kept these off limits. Maybe I can convince him to change his mind. Would you like that, Meat?" The purr in his voice had turned to a growl by the end.

"I... if master gives his permission I will be happy to do whatever you want, sir." Cerb said, his blush deepening as his cock strained against his cage. The puma smiled, showing off his sharp teeth, and Cerb couldn't help but imagining them sinking into his flesh, his sack, biting down on him. He felt his smile grow out of nervousness and desire.

"I can be very persuasive." The puma said, still fondling Cerb's sack. "We'll see I suppose."

Cerb nodded and led the puma into the living room, where he had been tasked with decorating and preparing for his own farewell party. He knew none of the guests. When Nile had had visitors he had been locked in his crate, with a blanket tossed over it to keep him out of sight while the gator entertained. Today though, he was the guest of honor, and Nile had informed him that everyone who came would want to meet him, and to eat him. Nile had also told him that he was expected to fulfill their desires as much as possible, so long as he remained whole enough to serve as Nile's dinner at the end of the day.

The room was decorated in macabre fashion. Nile had shown him his trophies, the cleaned skulls of his past guests, dozens of them, along with minor talismans taken from those who had them. Those skulls now rested on tables, on bookshelves, on the mantle, everywhere there was a flat surface that wasn't needed for sitting or placing food. The theme spread to the dining room, and he and Nile had been hard at work preparing Cerb into a meal to satisfy all of the guests who were coming. Now, while Nile finished getting everything but the canine into the oven, Cerb's job was to answer the door and entertain the guests. While the puma appreciated the decor, the doorbell rang again, and Cerb shuffled over to answer it.

It wasn't a large party, only five people including Cerb and Nile. A few of Nile's friends, all large predators who Cerb would have willingly thrown himself at had he not already been claimed. Nile came out of the kitchen as the last guest, a musclebound wolf, arrived, and the four of them sat around chatting amicably, laughing as old friends did, while Cerb was placed on Nile's lap and treated more like a pet than anything. At least until the hawk asked when Nile was going to stop hogging the meat, and Cerb was gently pushed out of his lap and ushered towards the avian, who smiled broadly as he approached.

"I love it when the meat knows it's place." The bird said, stopping Cerb a few inches away. "Do you know your place, Meat?"

"In Nile's gut." Cerb said proudly, which caused the hawk, and other guests, to laugh.

"Oh, later maybe. Right now though, I think you belong right here." The hawk said, pointing to his beak. "At least, part of you does. Which part, I wonder." He looked up and down Cerb's body. "The best part is off limits I'm afraid, or I'd give you a lovely blowjob as a proper goodbye to your cock." He grabbed Cerb, his arms a blur as he pulled the canine in close and exhaled into his face. The canine's sensitive nose wrinkled at the acrid smell, a hint of old meat almost entirely subsumed by acid within the hawk's gut. He coughed as the scent filled his lungs, but the hawk ignored it. "I could peck out your eyes, those are always nice and juicy. Maybe I will, later. Right now, though, I want something even more than I want your meat. I want you to know your place. Feed yourself to me." The hawk said, opening his beak wide. He released Cerb, who stared down the pulsing throat for a few moments, resisting the urge to shove his head into that gaping abyss. Nile, he reminded himself. You belong to Nile. A quick glance back to the gator helped secure that thought in his head, and Nile smiled at him, then gestured for him to continue. Cerb turned and was almost drawn into the void again, but he managed not to simply dive in. He reached out with a hand to touch it instead, rubbing his bare flesh along the hawk's thin pink tongue.

The avian kindly let him explore it for a few moments, it's texture, it's surprising dryness, before the beak clamped down with surprising force. Cerb couldn't help but scream, both in shock and in pain as the bones of his wrist were shattered. He instinctively recoiled from the pain, but the hawk held him tight. A few moments later the endorphins hit him, and Cerb stopped trying to escape as the hawk grabbed his arm and chomped down again. Another shock of pain, another whining scream as his blood spurted hot into the predator's mouth. He felt flesh tear as the bird pulled back, ripping his hand free from his arm with a horrible wrenching motion. Blood spilled onto the floor from his wrist as the bird crunched again, but Cerb hardly noticed, entranced by the sight of his own hand being destroyed, and then, as the bird tilted his head back, swallowed almost whole. He watched the bulge travel down the hawks long, thin neck and disappear into his chest.

"Meat." He heard faintly, the sound of blood rushing in his ears almost drowning it out. He ignored it. "Meat!" More forceful this time, and he managed to turn to see his master, Nile, staring at him. "You're making a mess, Meat, and you wont be around to clean it up this time. At least keep it from getting any bigger." Meat frowned, not understanding, until Nile sighed and came over, quickly slathering his arm stump with the medic-gel. Meat screamed, and he fell to his knee with the pain as the healing balm burned him.

Through a haze of pain he heard the others arguing, not a particularly heated argument it seemed. Nile seemed mad that the hawk had let him lose that much blood, the hawk said he had only expected a finger or two, not the whole hand. Nile didn't seem satisfied, until the hawk offered to clean it up. He felt something under his armpits, and then he was hoisted up and carried to the dining room, placed gently face up on the table. Someone put something in his mouth and told him to suck. Clean, cool water traveled up through the straw in his mouth and he drank greedily, his mind clearing as he did. He groaned as the ragged flesh where his hand had been throbbed and he tried to sit up, only to feel a firm hand pushing him back down. "I think it's time for appetizers," the puma said, holding a sharp looking knife out. "Anyone mind if I do the carving?"

"You kill him, you replace him." Nile said, running a hand along Meat's stomach.

"Yeah yeah. Hey Jimmy, what are you feeling?"

"I'll take that drumstick if nobody else wants it."

"The whole thing?" The wolf nodded, licking his lips. The puma glanced at Nile before shrugging. "Sure. Where's your saw?" He walked away, and a few moments later Meat heard a whirring noise as a power saw was switched on. He let out a soft whine as the sound grew louder and louder, until he saw it spinning dangerously close to him. The puma turned it off and let it spin down before placing it just above his knee. The sharp blades scratched Meat's skin, but didn't quite pierce. "Here?"

"More."

He raised it halfway up his thigh. "Here?"

"Come on man, I said the whole thing."

"Here then?" He placed the saw against the very top of Meat's leg.

"There you go."

"He's already lost enough blood, I think that'd kill him." Nile said, speaking up. "If you want to take his place that's fine, but..."

No_Meat thought. _Don't kill me. Not like that. He twisted his head to look at Nile' the gator's gut hanging out from beneath his too-small shirt. I want to die there. I need to die there.

He felt something else on his thigh, and looked down. The puma was tying a rubber hose around his leg. He had a wooden spoon and used that to twist it tighter and tighter, until Meat started to feel tingling numbness below it. Then tighter still, until he groaned out in pain as his blood-flow was completely cut off. At the puma's instruction, Jimmy the wolf grabbed the spoon and held it while the Puma picked up the saw, held it just below the makeshift tourniquet, and turned it on.

The numbness probably helped, but it wasn't enough to make the process bearable to poor Meat, who screamed and started to arch his back as the saw tore through his flesh. Nile caught him before he could squirm too violently, holding him down against the sturdy oak table as his leg was destroyed by sharp metal teeth. He could feel the change in vibrations as the saw first hit bone, tearing through it only slightly slower than it had his soft muscle. The pain overwhelmed everything else, with only one exception.

Meat's cock, straining hard against the cage he wore, was hypersensitive as it tried desperately to grow, to show his excitement and joy despite the agony that he was experiencing. He could feel wet chunks and sharp bone fragments flying into the cage, slapping against or piercing into his cock and getting stuck inside the tight plastic prison, or against his soft, vulnerable balls. He could feel his cock pulse and add more wetness to the interior of his cage, dripping down his shaft and pooling on the top of his balls before a particularly violent wrenching of his body caused him to shift enough to dump the collected puddle of blood and pre-cum onto the table below him. All the while he was screaming, but it hardly mattered as his throat grew raw. His eyes happened to catch the glinting red light of one of the many cameras around this room, broadcasting his torture live to hundreds, thousands of viewers. He wondered how many were cumming to his pain, and he knew that if he still had a tail, it would be wagging at the thought.

He felt a weight drop from his waist, and a few seconds later the whirring stopped. He managed to take a breath before screaming out again as the medic-gel was applied to the ragged wound where once he had had a leg. His eyes rolled back into his head at the pain, and his body shook as it rebelled against his chosen fate. Nile held him down through it all, forceful and gentle at the same time, telling him to relax, that his torment was almost over.

"No," Meat said, forcing himself to stop screaming for a few moments. His entire body was damp with sweat as he panted. "No. It's just starting Master. Don't let it stop so soon." He grinned, and Nile chuckled down at him.

"Such a good hunk of meat you are." Nile said, rubbing him gently on the head. Meat pushed up into his master's hand and smiled, the pain in his body all but forgotten at the warm touch. Until it ended, and Meat's focus could return to his own sorry state.

Jimmy the wolf was busy tearing chunks out of his raw dog drumstick, greedily gulping down the meat. The hawk was eating chips and drinking a beer on the far side of the room, watching with gleaming eyes as the puma stood over the Meat with a knife, fondling Meat's nipples. "I'm more of a breast man, myself." He said, roughly grabbing at Meat's bare skin. He grabbed a handful of it and pulled up, slipping the knife below his hands and tugging it through. Nile kept his knives sharp, and Meat barely felt anything until the chunk of flesh came away from him and the cold air hit the bare muscle and exposed nerves beneath it. He screamed again, louder as more medic-gel was slathered onto him. The process repeated on his other breast, but Meat hardly felt it. A body can only experience so much pain, he decided as, from behind a haze, he watched himself be butchered.

The room spun around him, and it took a minute for Meat to realize it wasn't in his head. He had been spun around so that his feet, or at least where his feet should have been, was now towards Nile, who pulled him close to the edge of the table. The gator's pants had been pulled down, and his massive cock was half hard as he stroked it to fullness, already glistening with lubricant. Nile looked at it greedily as he waited for his final fuck, only to have his head forced back. He caught a quick glance of the hawks smiling face before his eyes were forced along his bare feathered chest, then his hard avian cock and between his legs. Meat opened his mouth gladly, and his tongue caressed the hawk's length as it pushed into his mouth. At the same time, he felt Nile pushing into his ass, and he moaned around the hawks cock as it forced itself into his throat. Before this month, he would have struggled against the surprise deep-throating, but Nile had trained him well. His purpose was to please, and he relaxed his ass and his throat easily to let them in, before gripping both cocks with gentle squeezes, swallowing and clenching in rhythm with their thrusts. The hawk clearly wasn't used to such skilled cocksucking, and he blew his load down Meat's throat quickly before being pulled from his place and replaced. Meat saw the wolf, now gnawing on his severed femur as he pushed his swollen cock into Meat's soft, willing throat.

Meat was proud to show off his skills to Nile's friends, and he wanted to make his master proud, but it was hard to focus on them when he still had his master to please. Not that there was much he could do, his ability to wrap his legs around his master's thrusting hips having been thoroughly removed, all that was left to him was squeezing around the massive cock as it plowed into him and trying not to embarrass his master by choking on his friends as they used him. Spit ran down his mouth as the wolf's cock used his throat, swiftly joined by the wolf's semen as he pulled out to finish, spraying his seed along Meat's throat from the outside. He was swiftly replaced by the barbed cock of the Puma, which roughly scratched Meat's already raw throat and almost made him cough and choke. He wasn't long enough to really tear up Meat's throat, but Meat still coughed and tasted blood as the feline pulled his spent cock from his throat. All the while, Master was thrusting away at his ass, preparing to give him his final reward. Nile fondled at Meat's balls as he did, and Meat closed his eyes to enjoy the building pleasure within him.

That pleasure had almost reached a crescendo, and Meat was panting and whining with the need to cum, when he felt his master tighten, swell, and burst inside him with a satisfied groan. He pulled himself out of his fuck toy and squeezed his balls again.

"Still haven't cum Meat?"

Meat tried to speak but all that came out was a desperate whine.

"Hmm. Are you close?"

Meat nodded, trying to beg but he couldn't make the words come out. Nile rubbed his stomach and looked thoughtfully over his toy.

"Well, as much as I'd love to make you pop, I'm hungry. Everyone else has eaten, I think it's my turn, don't you?"

Cerb nodded again, despite himself. He wanted to come, he _needed_to feed his master.

"Maybe this will help you enjoy yourself as you digest." Nile said, pulling something out from under the table. "I ordered it a while ago as a reward for one of my favorite fuck toys of the show. Did you know that this has been my most popular month ever?" Nile said softly. "More people have been tuning in to watch me destroy you than any other pet I've ever had. Record breaking numbers today especially. Say hi to your fans." He shoved something inside Meat as he spoke, then picked up a remote and flicked it on.

The vibrator he had stuck inside Meat turned on, straight to it's highest setting. Meat's hips thrust automatically into the air as pleasure overwhelmed him, overwhelmed even the pain of his dismemberment and mutilation. His whining increased in volume as he lost what little control he had left over his body, but still couldn't cum. The pressure inside him built up more and more, a delicious, painful warmth starting in his prostate and spreading to the rest of his body, growing hotter and more painful as it grew. The room spun again, and he felt his Masters stinking breath in his face as he looked over his meal one last time. Then he was lifted up, and the last thing Meat properly saw was the top of his Master's mouth before he was plunged into the darkness of his throat.

Meat could deep-throat three cocks with hardly a complaint, but he gagged on the chemical scent from his master's throat. It only grew stronger as he descended deeper, and for a few moments it pushed back the rising tide of pleasure as he tried not to vomit from the scent of digestive acids working on chips and beer from earlier in the party. Nile's large, soft tongue working on his balls and taint made up for lost time, the tide of pleasure growing faster than ever before until Meat could almost feel his balls tighten as his body tried to cum, but the acrid stench fought back again and stopped his orgasm before it could begin. His body slid further down, and he felt a different type of wetness than just saliva, and with it a slight stinging sensation against his bare flesh. The sensation grew stronger as it hit his chest, washing away the sticky medic-gel and digging directly into his body.

He tried to breath and got some of the thick fluid in his mouth, making him cough and sputter around the chunky, disgusting muck. Peristalsis was still working on his hips, but before long they fell into the stomach along with the rest of him, forcing his body into an awkward position inside his new home. His tomb. Again he felt his pleasure grow, rising to a peak, and he tried to succumb to it, to let himself feel the release that had been denied him for so long. Again he found himself forced to take a breath, and the horrible stink of his master's gut infected his lungs and interrupted his pleasure. With a whine of frustration he tried to squirm, his hips still bucking automatically and making it difficult to control what was left of his body. He could feel his cock squeeze out another few drops of pre as the pleasure started to build yet again, his entire body painfully sensitive. The world moved as his Master stood, or walked, or sat, or did something to cause his entire belly to shake. Meat felt himself forced onto his back, then his belly, tossed and turned by the churning stomach like a limbless rag-doll. All the while he could feel the stomach dripping, adding more acid to the chyme that was slowly rising. He ended up with his head submerged as the movement finally stopped, and flailed in a panic to get it above the caustic liquid. He managed it, somehow, rising above the fluid and taking a deep breath that burned his lungs but filled him with energy. He hadn't even realized how dizzy and foggy he had been getting from lack of air, and the sudden influx brought everything back into stark relief, both pleasure and pain. The ecstatic agony he was feeling was delicious, and he reveled in it even as he realized his cock was now submerged in the stinging fluid. And his cage! For a desperate moment he hoped it would dissolve before his cock, that he could stroke himself to pleasure before the stomach finished him off. Then he remembered that this cage was special, designed to be eaten and passed without taking any damage. That's why he had worn it, to give Master a trophy to remember him by, if he chose to keep it. With a slight laugh he remembered the other reason that hope was in vain- he had no hands left to stroke himself off. The only pleasure he would ever feel again was coming from the insistent vibrations against his prostate. The pleasure Master had given him, because he wanted him to feel it, to enjoy his last hours.

He focused on that pleasure, and let it build again, felt his hips start to twitch without his will again. He took constant short breaths, growing used to the stinging and the reeking air of his Master's gut and not allowing them to overwhelm him all at once again. It built, and built, and built, until he could feel it become overwhelming, until his body surrendered to the pleasure and...

The world shook again as his Master's stomach contracted, and he heard a familiar groan as, outside, his Master came again. A blowjob, probably, given how little he had been moving before. Master's friends were no doubt pleasuring him, and each other, enjoying his writhing stomach and the moans that they could no doubt hear faintly though the gator's fat. The shaking had caused him to stumble again, and his head had been submerged just as he was trying to draw another breath. He inhaled the thin, slippery acid and felt it burning his raw throat down to his lungs. He tried to scream, but that just let more of the blistering fluid into his mouth and down his throat. He forced himself to focus, to squirm and writhe in a way that brought his head above the surface just before he lost consciousness, breathing in more of the rancid air instead of the damned acid. He could feel himself burning in it, the pain adding flavor to the pleasure that was building again now that he wasn't drowning. He had gotten so close. He knew that he could, he could feel that release before the stomach acid destroyed him, made him into nothing but the meat he so desperately wanted to be. He could cum again, if only he had enough time, but as he could feel himself digesting, from the inside now as well as the out, he knew that time was in very limited supply. He tried to relax, to let the pleasure grow as he suffered from the pain, from the stink, from the destruction of his skin and his lungs, to let them season the pleasure without taking away from that central core of joy. He could make it, he knew. He just had to surrender to what his body wanted. He relaxed as much as he could, his hips thrusting, dragging his cage against the soft stomach walls that his cock would never get to feel, and felt the pleasure from his ass start to grow again.

The stream started with a peaceful image of a front yard, from the perspective of the door. Flowerbeds rustled in the wind along the concrete path to the door, hidden behind the camera. Cars drove by now and then, as the timer in the corner slowly ticked down from ten minutes to zero. With about five minutes left, a taxi could be seen pulling up to the sidewalk. A mouse stepped out the back, paid the driver, and nervously checked his phone. He walked up the slightly curved path quickly rushing, his body language excited as he half sprinted to the door. He made it to the porch and turned to look for the camera. He gave it a broad grin, took a breath, and took took a few quick steps forward, past the view of the camera.