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I Think He Likes It

By: RabidChipmunk

CW: M/M, fox/human, unwilling fatal vore, teasing, intense cruelty, sexual assault, foodplay, and graphic digestion.

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"Yo Ricky, what the fuck is this!"

The sounds of rollicking laughter flooded into the kitchen from the adjacent room where three morphs were currently doubled over in a fit of amusement. Each was a different species-a fox, a wolf, and a deer. These weren't species that necessarily associated with each other in the wild, but civilized society didn't really put up many species-based social barriers, at least among morphs. Humans, like Ricky, generally grouped among themselves. There was a storied past between humans and morphs, and while the two groups generally tolerated each other, it would be a stretch to imply they peacefully coexisted. There was a definite tension there. Still, society continued to get more and more progressive every year, and friendships between the two groups weren't unheard of.

Ricky had moved to the city only a few months ago, and the company he worked for had very few human employees. In fact, he was the only human in his department. It didn't bother him overly much except that he'd had trouble making new friends. So when Sam, the deer, had invited him over to hang out, he jumped at the chance. He hadn't spent much personal time with morphs in the past, but he considered himself open minded and wasn't about to let something like that hold him back, especially since he hadn't been doing much of anything the past few months.

Ricky finished opening his beer and walked back into the main room where everyone else was huddled together staring at something.

Sam watched him come in, his mouth held quivering in an impossibly wide grin, "Ricky, this is seriously fucked up dude! This isn't why you accepted my invitation, is it?"

Ricky instinctively patted his jean pockets and his stomach dropped to the floor. He could see now that the object the group was huddled around was a cell phone, and his own was missing. It must've fallen out while he was sitting on the couch and they'd apparently managed to get it unlocked. He knew immediately what they must be looking at. He sometimes browsed porn on his phone. Pretty much everyone did, but the porn he liked was... different. He liked the idea of being eaten alive, specifically by morphs. Even more specifically by morph boys. It was something he'd never shared with anyone, and he was deathly ashamed of it. He never saved anything to his phone itself, but he only wiped his browser history on occasion, and it'd been a little while since he last sat down and did so explicitly.

"I-I was just... I heard the term and wanted to know what it meant," Ricky sputtered.

"Pretty interesting profile you got here, buddy" grunted Brian, the wolf. "Not only is every picture you've got saved here of a dude, but quite a few of these guys are wolves. I guess I should be flattered."

Oh god. Not only had they found his history, but they'd used it to look up the account where he saved all his favorite pictures and videos. There was no coming back from this. He'd probably have to switch jobs, he couldn't possibly go back into work every day knowing that everyone had seen this side of him. This would probably spread quick, there wasn't any chance of these three keeping things to themselves, especially with the way they were acting about it now.

"Oh hold on, there's a ton of foxes here too" smirked Elliot, a fox himself. "And... huh, yep! Just look at all these handsome bucks. Hanging out with the three of us like this must be a dream come true for you, huh Ricky? You little pervert."

He had no idea how to respond to this, but just clamming up didn't seem like an option. He tried to sputter out a response but Sam cut him off.

"Ricky, if you wanted one of us to eat you all you had to do was ask nicely."

Brian stood up and started to walk towards him, eyes narrowing. "You know, I've never really thought about it before but I guess I am sort of curious." He smirked. "It's not like we don't still have some of our animal instincts kicking around."

Ricky started to back away, but the wolf moved quickly and draped one of his massive arms around Ricky's own shoulder. It looked almost friendly, but it also ensured the man couldn't get away. The human instinctively tried to struggle out of the wolf's grip, but the paw held him tightly. Brian was serious about keeping him in place.

"C-can I just get my phone back, please?"

Brian snorted and herded the human back over to the now empty space on the couch between the fox and the deer, who continued to eye him intently.

"What's a snack like you need a phone for?"

Hearing himself be referred to like that so casually made Ricky blush. He couldn't help himself. He was legitimately starting to get scared, but his desires weren't that easily overwritten. The peril was part of the fantasy, and that wasn't doing him any favors right now. Before he could speak up again, the wolf pushed him into the couch where he was quickly set upon by Elliot and Sam's probing paws. They held him down and started to work their way under his clothes. He squirmed and tried to break free, but it didn't amount to much. The two morphs were significantly larger and stronger than he was, and they wanted him to stay put.

"Besides, this is evidence now, isn't it?" Brian grunted, thumbing through the phone. "You've got a phone full of pretty fucked up murder fantasies. I guess most of these are just drawings, but I see a few photos here that look pretty convincing."

The wolf paused for a moment and then flipped the screen around so the trio on the couch could see. Staring back at them was a short video of a rather large doberman morph lounging on a beat-up couch with one paw resting on his engorged gut. It didn't look too immediately sinister but the video's title, "Still Kicking", implied otherwise. The group continued to watch, and sure enough the dog's belly began to shift. The animal was big and whoever was inside was definitely packed tight, so the effect was subtle, but it was obvious that something, or more likely someone, was alive and moving around in there. He let his stomach's occupant struggle for a little, rubbing over each ever-so-slight indentation as it appeared and occasionally pushing back. After about a minute of this, the dog let out a belch and his belly calmed back down again. He gave his stomach a few solid pats, and the video cut off.

Ricky wanted to die. Figuratively speaking, of course. Literal death was looking all too close for comfort right about now. He could've maybe explained away the drawings and animations, but the video was probably real. He should've deleted his history as soon as he'd stumbled onto it, but that dog's content had been among the best he'd ever come across and wasn't easy to find, so he'd been afraid to part with the link.

Sam was the first to speak up. "Well that was pretty awful, wasn't it? I'd heard about this sort of thing happening but I'd never actually seen it before. Holy shit."

"Y-you don't know whether or not it's real. Special effects are pretty good now and-" Ricky tried to defend himself but Brian cut him off.

"Nah, that's real. There's no way someone would go through all the trouble of faking something like that and then frame it so badly. You've got literal snuff on your phone, dude. God, you're so incredibly fucked up."

"I dunno guys, is it really that big of a deal though?" Elliot smirked. "It's probably just another pervy little human like Ricky. If someone wants to get eaten that badly, what's there to feel sorry about?"

"It's still a crime though, right?" asked Sam.

"Well sure, but how exactly would you get caught?" Brian retorted. "I mean, as long as you didn't film it and put the evidence online like the dumbass in that video."

"Oh good point," said Elliot, sounding excited. "I guess eating someone is pretty much the ideal way to get rid of any evidence, huh?"

Ricky tried to protest, but Sam spoke up before he could get a word in edgewise.

"No one heard me ask him over here, I'm sure of it, and it's not exactly like we ever hang out at work either." The deer turned towards Ricky to address him directly. "You didn't tell anyone you were coming over, did you?"

"I-" Ricky started to make up a lie, but the words caught in his throat. In truth, he hadn't told a soul, but he didn't want them to know that. He still held out hope that they were just teasing him, but things had started getting a little too serious for his liking and he wanted to put a stop to them right away.

"I told the... boss on my way out. He asked me if I had any weekend plans and I told him you had invited me over to hang out today."

Brian stifled a chuckle.

"Bullshit. That guy fucking hates humans, there's no way he'd ask you something like that. You're just trying to weasel your way out of this. Anyways, you're not fooling anyone, Ricky. You've probably already jerked off to the idea of us eating you. You don't get to complain now that it might actually happen."

Elliot giggled and worked one of his paws under Ricky's shirt, rubbing his chest and making him blush. "Aw you're cute like this Ricky, playing hard to get. I guess you do look like you might taste okay. We'll have to get rid of all these clothes first, though. Blegh."

The fox slowly pushed his paws up Ricky's chest, bringing the man's shirt with them. Ricky squirmed and tried to protest, but the two morphs had a solid grip on him and didn't have any trouble maneuvering him how they wanted. He shivered as he felt the sandpaper grit of the fox's paws drag along his skin. It was so intimate. He felt so helpless and exposed. The shirt passed over his head and the fox gave it a quick twirl before tossing it aside.

"Speaking of, Ricky, I think it's time we address the elephant in the room." Said Sam. He brought his snout as close as it could get to Ricky's face without actually making contact and cocked his head. "I can't say I really understand this all, but you obviously think getting eaten is hot. So like, how hard would you cum if I swallowed you whole right now?"

Ricky felt his adrenaline spike. How could they continue to be so casual about everything? He expected them to be grossed out. Why were they continuing to ask him questions about something so uncomfortable? They must just be teasing him to rub his nose in it and teach him a lesson, right?

"Okay, you guys made your point. I'll leave."

He tried to pull free again, but his captors didn't budge. Even if he did manage to wriggle away from the two holding him down, Brian was right there towering over him and blocking his exit categorically.

"You didn't answer his question, Ricky," Brian growled. "You'd fucking love it wouldn't you? I bet it'd be a dream come true for you're perverted little ass to get to feed one of us."

"Hm, I bet you're right," Elliot smirked. "It wouldn't be such a big deal, honestly. Better things than you have slid down my throat, that's for sure."

The fox removed his paw from Ricky's chest and grabbed the human's face, turning it towards his own. He brought his snout in like he was going for a kiss, but instead of making contact he opened his muzzle as wide as it would go and huffed into the human's face.

Ricky wanted to look away, but not only was he physically unable to turn his head, he found that he couldn't actually make himself close his eyes. As terrified as he was, the sight before him was one he'd imagined a thousand times. The fox's dark pink maw glistened, slick with a generous coating of drool. The fleshy tongue stretched out to its fullest extent, welcoming him in before rolling lazily off into the hidden depths of the morph's tight throat. The tongue quivered as Elliot huffed a long breath of stale air into Ricky's face. The smell was obviously bad, the fox's stomach was currently packed with beer and half-digested pizza, but what really got to Ricky was how inhospitable it felt. This wasn't air made for breathing, it was already used up and expended. As the fox held him in place, Ricky felt a bit lightheaded. He was only being allowed to breathe what the fox's body had already processed and thrown away, and his own body wasn't built for that. The warm air clung to his skin and made him feel connected to the fox in a way he didn't expect. He didn't want to die, but he felt like that wasn't up to him any more. He was being shown his place. He was prey. Elliot's body was built to process things like him.

After what felt like an eternity, the fox shut his jaws with a loud clack and flash a practiced smirk. Ricky breathed a sigh of relieve and gulped down half a hurried breath of fresh air before his attention was forced towards Sam. The deer wasted no time taking control, but instead of opting to show Ricky his insides, Sam decided to use this situation as an opportunity to taste him. The deer extended his tongue and dragged it slowly up the middle of the human's face. Just as soon as that lick was finished, he went back for more; suckling and slobbering all over him without a single thought for Ricky's own comfort. Sam's tongue was a little thicker than Elliot's was, and wider too. A single drag of the tongue was all it took to cover more than half of Ricky's face in thick drool. The deer wasn't actively huffing over him like Elliot was, so bad breathe wasn't as much of a concern, but the drool still stank and it was humiliating to be treated this way.

Ricky was petrified. Elliot's little show was one thing, but being actively licked-no, tasted-was something else entirely. He felt the deer's enthusiasm. Even if they were just doing this to mess with him, things were going way too far to be comfortable. As the buck continued to work over his face, Ricky felt his pants begin to tent and he couldn't help but blush again. As horrified as he was, and as much as he wanted Elliot to stop, he couldn't stop his body from responding to something he'd been fantasizing about for years. He felt around for something, anything, he could use to cover his groin, but all he could feel was couch and animal. His eyes were shut tight to avoid getting saliva inside of them, and he was feeling disoriented. Unfortunately for him, Brian took notice of his sudden flailing limbs and let out a snort.

"Holy shit, you really do love this don't you Ricky, you little fucking deviant."

Sam paused his licking and looked down at Ricky's crotch, then let out a laugh of his own.

"Oh my God, dude what the fuck!? You want us to eat you so bad! I didn't believe it!"

Ricky's arms flew to his crotch in an unsuccessful attempt to cover himself up, but the three morphs were already taking matters into their own hands. He groaned as he felt Elliot take him into a bear hug and hold him close. As the fox held him down, Sam and Brian began to pull off what remained of his clothes. Ricky flailed around as hard as he could but there wasn't much he could really do, and so he was forced to just sit there and watch, horrified, as what little decency he had left was quite literally stripped away.

The moment his underwear was ripped away and his dick sprung free, Elliot brought his snout directly next to Ricky's ear and whispered into it.

"I hope you keep this squirming up once I've got you inside of me."

Ricky tried to scream, but before he could make a sound, he felt a paw clamp down over his mouth. Brian looked down at him with contempt.

"Don't even think about it, meat. Besides, it's my turn now."

The wolf took his paw off Ricky's mouth, but before the human could get in another word he felt the hot sting of Brian's paw slap across his face. It hurt, but more than that it took him by surprise. The morphs had been teasing him for a while now, but this was the first time one of them had gotten violent. His mouth hung open in shock, and before he could recover his composure the wolf leaned in close and pressed his mouth against Ricky's own.

Ricky's first instinct was to gag and pull away, but with his back against the couch and an animal on either side of him, there was nowhere to pull away too. The wolf's tongue was thick and filled his entire mouth, making it hard to even breathe. To an outside observer it might've looked like the two were locked in a kiss, but the wolf's motivation was different. Brian was tasting him from the inside.

Ricky moaned as he felt the wolf's tongue explore him. It pressed against every nook and cranny and pushed way too deep for comfort, even entering the back of his throat. The taste was surprisingly neutral, but the experience itself was vile. He could feel the wolf's hot breath pushing directly into his lungs, and he had no choice but to accept it. It was either breathe what he was being allowed to breathe, or asphyxiate. After what felt like far too long, the morph made his retreat, strands of saliva still connecting the two mouths, leaving Ricky a quivering mess. Giving it a second thought, Brian gave the man's face one final parting lick before pulling away entirely. The canine's thick tongue pushed into him with surprising force. It felt as if it was trying to strip the very skin from his face. Brian leaned back and gave his chops a cartoonishly long lick.

"Oh come on, you're fine. Besides, you'd better get used to breathing our insides because getting eaten is gonna be way worse." Brian wiped the saliva from his snout and smirked at the shriveled up form beneath him. "Anyways, now that you've had your fun, why don't you go ahead and choose? Which of us gets you?"

Ricky shrank back into the couch and glanced between the three smiling faces starting back at him. He didn't want to be eaten by any of them, not really, and he couldn't believe that they actually wanted to eat him either. There was a stark difference between fantasy and reality, something that was becoming more and more clear with each passing moment. He was sure they were still just messing with him, but things had already gone too far and he didn't want to push them even further.

"P-please stop it! You guys have made your point, I don't want any of you to eat me, okay? I don't actually want this it was just a fucked up fantasy!"

"Your dick says otherwise, man." Sam giggled, "We're just trying to make this as nice as possible for you. Show some appreciation!"

Elliot gave Ricky's shoulder a slow lick. "Don't make us choose for you, Ricky. You might not like what happens if you let us do whatever we want with you."

The fox pushed his muzzle all the way into Ricky's arm and parted it just enough to draw in some of his skin. The man winced as he felt the animal's teeth dig into him. Elliot pulled back and giggled, giving his lips a coy slurp. He'd drawn blood. Not enough to cause any lasting damage, but enough for a few drops of red to pearl outwards. Ricky got the point.

Brian was obviously out; the wolf was the meanest of the bunch. That just left the fox and the buck. Ricky didn't really know either of them that well, so there didn't seem to be an obvious choice. The only thing separating the two was... well it was embarrassing. There was no way he was about to admit it, but Ricky had a bit of a thing for deer.

"Holy shit, he's fucking blushing!"

With that, Ricky snapped back to reality. He hadn't realized it but thinking about the details of the choice had broken down his emotional barriers a bit and he realized his face was flush. He groaned and tried to turn away, but Brian grabbed his head and kept it in place.

"You're fucking kidding me, right? God you really were made for this weren't you? You're shameless, dude."

Ricky stumbled over his words, "N-no, you don't understand. I d-don't... I-"

Brian interrupted him again, "Nah, we're not doing this. You've got to the count of 10 to choose one of us or I'm just going to split you down the middle."

"I can't!" Ricky screamed, "I can't choose something like this! You can't make me pick who gets to fucking kill me! This is so screwed up! What the hell is wrong with you!"

Brian slapped him again, causing Ricky to shrink away.

"Enough. Food doesn't talk back. You've been watching videos of other dudes getting eaten, so what makes you so different? Are you really going to claim the moral high ground here? Where was this outrage when you were jerking off to the poor fucker stewing in that doberman's gut? I'm assuming you didn't exactly go running to the police after that little escapade, now did you?"

"I-if you do this then that makes you just as bad as me, doesn't it?"

Brian smirked, "Never claimed I wasn't."

Ricky glanced around at the three morphs all staring back at him. None of them seemed the slightest bit hesitant.

"You guys?" Ricky squeaked, "Please?"

"Aw, buddy," Elliot placed a paw on Ricky's thigh and gave it a little squeeze. "Just looking at your cute little dick makes it pretty obvious you want this. You don't have to be embarrassed about it! It's not every day someone gets a chance to live out their biggest fantasy like this. We know what you want, even if you won't admit it. At least you've found a group that accepts you what you really are... dinner."

Sam wiggled his way in closer and leaned his head against Ricky's shoulder.

"Besides, this might be the last real decision you ever get to make. Wouldn't you rather make it yourself than let that nasty-ass wolf over there choose for you?"

Ricky felt a sob forming in his throat. He couldn't reconcile the comforting tone of the animals' voices with the words they were actually saying. The entire situation was surreal and he didn't know how to respond. As he sat there, the fox and the deer continued to snuggle up to him. It felt nice, but at the same time he wanted desperately to break away. Their affection hid their true intent. They wanted him, body and soul, and if they decided to take him there was nothing he could do.

He didn't want to choose, but he knew he had to. If he continued to stay silent, the wolf would most likely escalate the situation and get even more violent. As much as he didn't want to die, he especially didn't want to die being torn to shreds. He looked down at the floor and gave his answer.

"I... I guess I choose Sam."

After those words left his mouth he expected to be pounced upon and taken right then and there, but instead there was nothing. No noise and no movement at all. Ricky raised his head again and looked around. Whatever the response he was expecting, it wasn't this. The three morphs were all staring at him with the biggest, dorkiest-looking grins he had ever seen. Seeing his confusion, they all broke out in simultaneous laughter.

"Oh my god, Sam, Ricky has a crush on you! He loves you so much he wants you to eat him up!"

"Holy shit, he really thought we were just gonna straight up and murder him!"

"Aw Ricky, I'm flattered that you'd choose a simple buck like me to carry out your gross-ass murder fantasy, but I'm a vegetarian, bud."

Ricky's face turned flush once again. He would've normally expected himself to be relieved, but instead he just felt betrayed. They'd made him think he was about to die and now they were mocking him for it. He tried to struggle free and stand up, but even now they weren't letting him go.

"Fuck you guys! You're worse than me by far, holy shit."

"Aw, lighten up Ricky," Sam giggled. "I'm sure you'll be able to jerk off to this later, anyways."

"Guys, I think he's just mad because he realized we aren't actually gonna eat him," said Brian. "Poor guy's just had his fantasy crushed."

"About that," Elliot offered up, "I'd never really thought about it before but after tasting him I'm actually sorta into the idea. I'm not sure I'd ever have a better opportunity than this, especially with someone I wouldn't have to feel guilty about packing away. So I was thinking that maybe I could... try to eat him? Would you guys be okay with that?"

The laughter stopped as the other two morphs considered Elliot's proposal. They'd all been joking up until now, but it was true that they'd taken things pretty far already, and they'd already established that no one knew where Ricky was. Eating him for real might not actually be that risky, all things considered.

Brian was the first to speak up.

"Hell, I don't fucking care. We've already molested him, so if anything it might actually be smart to take additional steps to ensure word never gets around."

"Yeah now that I think about it, we probably took things a bit too far, huh?" Sam pondered. "Most likely no one would believe him but this would definitely be safer. He wants it anyways, like you said."

Ricky felt the color drain from his face.

"Y-you guys know I'd never say anything about this, right? If this ever came out then I'd have to explain my fetish to everyone. Just let me go and I swear to god no one will ever know."

The group continued to talk things through, ignoring Ricky entirely.

"We've got Monday off, so if I had to take two days to fully digest him it wouldn't be an issue. I don't have any other plans and I live alone."

"I suppose we could just trash his clothes. He wasn't wearing anything super identifiable and no one's gonna be looking through our garbage anyways."

"You'll probably shit out his bones though, right? How'd you hide those?"

"Nah, raw bones are just fine for foxes. I can digest 'em easy. It's cooked bones that are the real issue, since they get hard and splinter. Ricky's bones'll be soft enough that it won't be a problem. My body can put pretty much all of him to good use. The hair might come back out but that's flushable."

"W-wait, you can't just-"

"Huh, I didn't know that." Brian looked reflective, "So no one knows he's here, we can pretty much guarantee there won't be any identifying evidence, we might get in trouble if we let him go, and to top it all off he actually wants us to do it so it's not like we have to feel bad about it. Honestly yeah, I'm warming up to this. Elliot, I'm cool with everything if you wanna just go for it."

"I mean, you basically have to now that we've talked about it in front of him," said Sam.

"You don't!" Ricky screamed. "You don't have to do anything! I don't want you to do this and I won't tell a fucking soul if you let me leave! I promise!"

"That might be true, but you also won't tell a soul if I swallow you," said Elliot matter-of-factly.

Ricky tried to respond but all that came out was a squeak.

Elliot continued. "Besides, I'm really getting into the idea to be honest. I kind of really do want to eat you, Ricky, and knowing that you want me to eat you too is gonna make this even better."

"But I don-" Ricky tried to protest again, but before he could finish his thought, Brian clamped a paw over his mouth.

"Go for it, man. Sam and I can hold him down. I'd start with his head so he shuts up."

Elliot looked the human up and down for a moment while he sat in considered thought before responding.

"I'd like to start with his feet, actually. And once I've got him halfway down you should let him talk. This might be the only time I get to do this, so I want to draw it out as long as possible. I want to hear what he's thinking while his fantasy comes true."

Ricky went wide-eyed in terror, but the wolf's thick paw muffled his voice to the point where it was entirely unintelligible.

"Now flip him over and hold him down."

The human felt himself being flipped over onto his stomach. Brian and Sam picked him up rather easily and sat back down on the couch, holding him firmly against their own laps. Brian's paw no longer clamped his mouth shut, but the wolf's crotch was now doing that job just as well. Ricky tried to scream, but the animal's lap muffled the sound. Before he could think too much about his new position, Ricky felt the unmistakable warmth of Elliot's tongue as it started to lap against the soles of his feet.

The fox had both his paws clamped firmly around the man's ankles. He tried to struggle but it was an entirely useless effort. Between that and the other two animals holding him down, he might as well have been tied up. The licking tickled his feet and despite himself he giggled. The fox's thick tongue slipped between his toes and coated every inch of his skin in slick drool. He felt the warmth of Elliot's insides spill over him. Elliot closed his mouth over Ricky's feet and gnawed on them with his back teeth a bit more roughly than the human would've preferred before sliding them back out again and repeating the process. Each time the fox drew Ricky's feet back in he chewed them for a little longer than before, and pushed them just a little deeper. He was enjoying himself, but still felt he had to work up the nerve to actually go through with things. He was a first time predator, after all.

After a few minutes of this, Elliot's resolve hardened. He took Ricky's feet back into his mouth, gave them a final nibble, and without much more fanfare than that, swallowed for the first time.

Ricky's heartbeat spiked as he felt suction for the first time. Until this point the feeling at his feet was a mixture of the soft insides of the fox's mouth and the hard, pointy, teeth that lined it. Now all they felt was the slick pull of Elliot's esophagus as it grabbed them and tried to draw them deeper. It was starting. He'd fantasized about this moment for years, and now it was actually happening. He didn't have time to think about it too long, however, before the sensation of being swallowed was overshadowed by the sensation of Brian's dick pushing against his face.

The wolf, intently staring at the fox as he worked his way up Ricky's legs, was enjoying things more than he expected. Seeing Ricky slip inside of his friend and feeling the man's screams muffle themselves against his lap excited him. He grabbed Ricky's hair and momentarily pulled the man's head out of his crotch, locking eyes. Ricky was too shocked to say anything. The wolf flashed him a shit-eating grin before forcing him back down harder than before. Ricky could feel Brian's quickly growing member, and he began to thrash with renewed intensity as he felt the wolf start to hump against his face.

Sam, for his part, was enjoying things as well, though he was more content to just sit back and watch than try and join in. Feeling Ricky's squirming start to mount, he glanced over at Brian and noticed what the wolf was up to.

"You might as well just make him suck it, dude."

Brian paused his thrusting and glanced over at the buck, slightly embarrassed.

He snorted, "You'd like that, wouldn't you Bambi."

"Honestly, yeah. I would. And it seems like you would too."

"Fuck it... I'm going for it."

Brian's embarrassment all but evaporated as he turned his attention back to the man he had pressed up against his crotch.

"Open up, Ricky. Elliot's not the only one getting a big meal tonight."

The wolf peeled back his waistband and pulled out his dick. Palming Ricky's head in his spare hand, he turned the man's face towards his cock and pushed his mouth against it.

Ricky tried his best to keep his mouth shut, but the more he resisted, the stronger the wolf's grip on his skull got, and he was having a hard time holding out. Just as he thought the wolf might give up, he felt Elliot bite down around his calves and he gasped in surprise. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Brian pushed himself into Ricky's open mouth and put gripped the sides of his head with both paws.

"Thanks for the help," he grunted towards Elliot, who's lips widened slightly in response.

Now that it was entirely inside Ricky's mouth, the canine cock quickly inflated to it's full size. Ricky could barely breathe, his mouth completely full and his nose pushed firmly into the wolf's body. Before he could consider this new situation, he felt Brian start to thrust against him in a steady rhythm. The wolf was face-fucking him.

As awful as this was, he couldn't keep ignoring what was going on with his legs. The fox had gotten considerably farther than Ricky was comfortable with. He felt his knees slip over the back of the morph's tongue and he felt tears begin to well up in the corner of his eyes. Another swallow and he felt the pressure around his feet loosen. He was entering the stomach. The entire situation was so overwhelming that it was hard to differentiate all the things he was feeling, but another swallow pushed him further in and he felt his feet butt up against the stomach floor. Half-digested mush worked its way between his toes and he couldn't help but groan at the thought of that rancid slop against his skin.

Noticing Ricky's faraway look and not liking the man's attention slipping away, Brian started to thrust with renewed vigor. He was close and he was going to make sure that the human was focused on him as he came.

"Enjoying yourself?" Brian growled. "How's it feel to be both dinner and the show?"

He gave the human's mouth one final push and he felt himself explode. Ricky gagged as the wolf's seed filled his mouth. The morph held him in place for a few seconds while he unloaded, before letting him go entirely and sinking back into the couch in bliss.

"Holy shit. Ricky you're a natural," Brian panted, giving the human's head a quick ruffle. "Almost a shame that's the last dick you'll ever suck."

Brian sputtered and coughed. Sam still had his his hands held tight behind his back so he couldn't wipe away the wolf's jizz, but he did his best to spit out what he could. He was so shocked by the entire situation that it took him a minute to realize he'd regained a little bit of control. He could finally talk again.

"Please... stop," he gasped. "Please don't let him eat me."

The fox continued to work him down without a care, now almost up to his ass. By now enough of Ricky had entered the morph's stomach that the two could feel it start to stretch. Part of the human held out hope that the fox's stomach would reach its limits before accepting all of him, but he'd seen enough videos to know that likely wasn't going to be the case. It'd be a tight fit, maybe even uncomfortably so for a first-time predator, but it was definitely possible.

Sam giggled. "I think that ship has sailed, my friend. Even if Elliot decided to stop now, it seems like Brian's taken quite the liking to you as well."

"Heh... yeah I gotta say, that was pretty great," Brian smirked. "I definitely wouldn't mind keeping you around for myself if foxy over here gives up. Doesn't look like that's happening though."

Another swallow brought Ricky's ass into Elliot's now strained maw. The fox wasn't really trying too hard to savor his meal at this point, he was just trying to keep it moving, but that didn't stop him from giving a breathy chuckle around Ricky's body and gnawing on him a bit to tease him. Ricky groaned again. The fox's drool had started to pool around him and dribble down the parts of his body still outside the animal's maw. His chest hadn't been directly licked, but by this point it was soaked. He was starting to smell Elliot's breath as it huffed out around him, though it wasn't yet anywhere near as intense as it had been when the fox had been showing off his mouth earlier.

Sam finally let go of Ricky's hands. He'd expected that the three friends would continue to restrain him until the end, but now that he was halfway inside of one of them, they must not have thought it was necessary any longer. He started to think about using this opportunity to fight back, but one look from Brian let him know this was a bad idea. He might have control over his upper body again, but he was far from back in control of the situation.

Ricky's bigger concern at this point was that his dick was now entirely inside the fox's mouth. The tongue pushing up against it combined with the scenario he was in had him rock hard. He was terrified, and this wasn't making him feel any better. He knew Elliot could feel his body's excitement, but he hoped the fox would ignore it and gulp him down further without giving him any extra attention. That concern was short lived, however. He shuddered as he felt the fox's tongue do something it hadn't really done up until this point. It started to slide back and forth. Elliot was teasing him.

"Stop! God just swallow me already, don't do... this."

Sam chuckled. "You hear that Elliot? He really does wanna fill out that stomach of yours."

"No! That's not what I meant!"

"Oh hush. Besides, your dick gave it away a long time ago. You've been hard since before we even took your clothes."

Elliot continued to slide his tongue along Ricky's member. The human desperately wanted to be let go, but he absolutely didn't want to give the group any more ammunition to accuse him of enjoying things. Warm air from the fox's throat wafted along Ricky's body. Despite everything, he couldn't deny that feeling himself sink into the larger animal was comforting and, honestly, in line with his fantasies. It was so soft. He knew it would get bad once his head was inside, and he knew digestion would be horrific, but right now he had the luxury of enjoying his situation a little. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to orgasm. He might never have one again. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to-

Elliot swallowed again and Ricky felt his dick slip over the back of the thick tongue and enter the throat. He was up to his armpits now and his situation was looking more and more grim by the second. That last swallow had come before he did. He was still hard but no longer being actively teased. Mixed blessings. The fox's breath was now impossible to ignore. It was just as stale as it had ever been, but now came with it the knowledge that things were only going to get gradually worse. He wanted to get away from it, but there was nowhere to turn. If he staggered his breaths so that he only inhaled when the fox did, things were a little better, but that would only work for so long. He was sinking deeper by the second.

Ricky risked a glance downwards and felt his stomach drop. He could see Elliot's engorged belly. He could see himself engorging Elliot's belly. It wasn't massive, but it was definitely noticeable, and it would only get more-so. There weren't any explicit bulges visible, the fox's skin, muscle, bones, and organs were in the way, but it was clear that something, in this case him, was taking up a lot of room inside.

He was running out of time. The fox was struggling with his shoulders, but he'd started to make progress, and Ricky's arms were slowly being forced upwards to frame his head. His entire body was sweating by this point, and his head was getting dangerously close to the open mouth. If he was going to make a last ditch appeal to this group's humanity, now would be the time.

"I have a family," he croaked.

Brian was unfased. "Yeah, so? Be weirder if you didn't."

"I... someone will come looking for me!"

"We've already been over this, buddy. I don't think that's going to be a problem."

Ricky was growing more and more frantic by the second. He tried once more.

"I have money!"

"Please. You're working the same job as the rest of us, and you've been working it for less time. We're barely scraping by as it is so there's definitely no way you're rolling in cash. Besides, we've got your wallet. We can just go rack up some credit card debt for you if we really need to."

"But I-"

Ricky's plea was cut off by Elliot's tongue. The man's head had finally been drawn into the fox's mouth in full, and Elliot was taking full advantage of the situation. The thick muscle pushed into Ricky's face with unexpected vigor. It'd been working hard the past 15 or so minutes, but now that there was little chance of his meal escaping or getting stuck, Elliot wanted to make sure he savored what he could.

Ricky's view of the outside world was now framed by two rows of teeth. Along with the expected smells, the sounds of being swallowed were more intense now as well. His ears were near the back of the throat, and they could hear every gulp, suck, squirk, and schlick in excruciating detail. What really got to him, however, was the sounds Elliot was making purposefully. He hadn't been doing it before, but the fox was now vocally expressing his enjoyment. With every suck came a corresponding moan of pleasure. To hear him, you'd think that Ricky was the tastiest thing Elliot had ever had the pleasure of sucking on. The fox couldn't speak, but it was exceedingly clear that he was loving every second. To Ricky it was a strange sensation. Hearing someone's voice from the inside like this wasn't something he was used to. The fox's voice flowed around him like it was alive. It had become a multi-sensory experience. With each frantic pleasured groan came also the feeling of warm, wet air, the gag-inducing stench of stale breath, the uncanny rippling of the animal's throat, and the tingly vibration propagated by his vocal cords. This fox was now Ricky's entire world.

Elliot's tongue paused for a moment, giving Ricky an unobstructed view from his predator's jaws. What he saw was Sam and Brian staring directly back at him, smiling with some of the widest, most genuine smiles he had ever seen. They were loving this.

Before he could say anything else, there came from around him the unmistakable sound and feel of Elliot's voice trying to get in a word around him.

"Ay oo eye!"

The wolf and the deer each raised their paws to give Ricky one final, patronizing, wave, and then Elliot's tongue curled over Ricky's face and pushed him back into the depths of the fox's body. Ricky felt that thick organ push expertly against his face and coax him deeper. The tongue's rough texture gradually smoothed out the farther back it went until it melded seamlessly with the throat's slick embrace, and Ricky's world turned black.

GLCK

With his head now entirely inside the fox's throat, Ricky was momentarily spared the animal's horrendous breath. He was spared the act of breathing entirely, in fact, and fear quickly turned to panic. He tried with all his might to thrash around, but there was hardly any room to move. The fox's throat muscles were strong, and they weren't giving him an inch. From the outside world came the faint sounds of laughter, but Ricky could hardly process that. His only concern now was to stop his imminent asphyxiation.

Elliot continued to swallow, but he still wanted to take his time. By now only Ricky's hands were left. He worked his tongue around each of the fingers in turn and made sure to suck off every last drop of sweat that had accumulated over the course of the meal. Ricky could feel this happening, but couldn't properly react to it. It was only when the fox ventured a sharp nibble that the human's attention would shift back to what was happening inside the maw. Inside the throat, his face was coated in a thick layer of mucous from the esophageal lining. Even if there'd been air where he was, it would've been hard to breathe through the slime that wrapped itself around him. He was sinking ever deeper towards the stomach itself, but that was little comfort. He needed air now. He needed to breathe, he needed...

GLRK

Elliot tilted back his head and given one last swallow. His mouth was finally empty again. He'd done it. He'd made Ricky his. He'd eaten someone.

Now that he was entirely at the mercy of Elliot's automated bodily processes, the rest of the trip was quick. Ricky gradually spilled out into the fox's stomach, stretching it to its absolute limit. Once he was inside, he desperately clawed at his face to try and wipe away the slime and take a breath of air. He managed to gulp some down, but it was far from fresh. It felt wet and thick and entirely unsuitable for life. He could taste it, and it tasted like bile and chewed up pizza. He was thankful his nose was so blocked up with fluids, because as bad as the smell was, he knew the unobstructed smell would have been even worse.

He was forced into the fetal position. There was no way around it. It took all his strength to re-orient himself so that he was upright and not resting all his weight on his neck. The stomach desperately wanted to compress him further, but for now there was no way for that to happen. With time he'd soften up. Bones would bend like green twigs and eventually snap. Acid would eat away at his skin and melt him down until he was indistinguishable from the rest of the stomach's already digested slop. For now, however, he was still alive and relatively unharmed.

He started to sob. It had finally happened. He'd been eaten. He was inside another creature's stomach and that creature was fully committed to keeping him there. Even if Elliot had wanted to cough him back up, Ricky wasn't sure that would've been possible. He barely fit down the fox's throat to begin with, and now that he was curled up the way he was, he doubted the throat could possibly accept him back up. This was it.

Elliot flopped onto his back and Ricky felt his own stomach turn as his world shifted. He felt strangely weightless. He wanted to flail around and re-orient himself, but there was nothing to grip and no way to move. He tried to struggle but the stomach had him compacted too tight. He could barely breathe in this position, and he prayed he could keep his head out of the rest of the stomach's muck for as long as possible.

He felt a pressure against his head. At first he thought it was the stomach starting in on him, but then he heard a muffled voice.

"You feel good in there, Ricky."

He choked. Elliot was rubbing him. No... not just Elliot, they were all rubbing him. He could feel their hands. Three sets of paws slid around the fox's now significantly engorged stomach. There was an occasional push or squeeze, but mostly the group was just feeling him in shared fascination. They'd never done anything like this before.

"How's it feel in there, bud?"

Ricky couldn't tell who was speaking, but it didn't matter. They were just fishing for a reaction. They were still teasing him, even now. He wanted desperately to cry out to them. To tell them how painful his position was. To tell them how awful it smelled, how gross it felt, how scared he was. He wanted to tell them how he didn't want to die. He wanted to tell them how this was so much worse than he'd ever imagined it would be.

Instead, all that came out was a groan. His chest was so compressed that he couldn't form any clean words. It was all he could do to breath.

From outside came only laughter.

"Sounds like he's really enjoying himself, huh?"

"All he can do is moan. Pretty selfless of you to make the guy's fantasy come true, Elliot."

"Urp- yeah it was the least I could do. Glad you're having a good time, but just wait until digestion really starts to kick into high gear. If you're still moving around by then, you're gonna have the time of your life, I can pretty much guarantee!"

Oh god, digestion. He'd been so preoccupied with breathing that he'd forgotten what he was heading towards. If he managed to stay alive for long enough, he'd have the displeasure of feeling himself digest. He'd watched enough videos to know how that usually goes. The predator's belly always started to thrash once digestion started. Even the weakest of prey would put up a good fight once they started to feel their skin melt away, that was just biology.

Ricky tried again to cry out. His voice was weak but the word was so simple that the three morphs could recognize it.

From deep inside Elliot's stomach came a muffled "Noooooooo!"

The three laughed again.

"Well that got his attention, didn't it."

"Oh god, I really can't wait to feel it once you start wriggling around in there for real."

At this point the party started to break up. It was getting late and Elliot knew he had a long night ahead of him. As much as he liked the idea of getting the three of them to worship his gut while Ricky digested, he also liked the idea of getting some alone time. It was his prey after all, why shouldn't he get to have him all to himself for a while?

The three morphs said their goodbyes, and Brian promised he'd dispose of all Ricky's clothes and other belongings. The human didn't own a car, so that was no problem. As far as anyone else would be able to tell, he'd appear to have simply vanished. It would be at least 2 days before anyone noticed he was gone, and probably a good chunk of time longer before anyone seriously started to worry. The guy didn't have many people in his life. They really had picked the perfect target.

Elliot was able to drive himself home, though he had to push the driver's seat as far back as it would go to make room for his inflated gut. It was hard to concentrate on the road, but it was late and there weren't too many other drivers around. The entire ride back he'd give his belly an occasional rub or a pat whenever he could. Ricky responded in kind with the odd kick or wriggle, but he was clearly running out of energy, and since he hadn't started to digest yet there wasn't any primal instinct to spike his adrenaline and really drive him wild. The fox clammed up for the drive. He didn't have much to say and he wasn't even sure if Ricky was conscious, though he had plans to change that once he got home.

After cautiously making his way back to his apartment, Elliot went straight for the fridge. He rummaged around for a moment before emerging with a massive slice of chocolate cake and a carton of milk. He was full almost to bursting, but he couldn't give up the opportunity to introduce his meal to even more food and feel him react as they got to know each other.

He knew he wouldn't be moving much after this was over, so Elliot brought everything to his bed and set things down on his nightstand.

"Well Ricky, I gotta say, you've been probably the best meal I've ever had," said Elliot as he gave his stomach a hearty slap. "But you know there's always room for dessert."

With that, he started to eat his way through the cake, taking great care to thoroughly chew and savor every bite. As good as Ricky had tasted, the man had been extremely salty and the sweetness of the cake was the perfect way to cut through what lingered on his tongue. Paired with the milk, of which he drank the entire carton, it was the perfect end to a perfect meal.

After finishing, the fox let out a massive belch and laid flat on his back. He wasn't moving anywhere until morning. He slowly rubbed his paws over his gut, massaging its contents and enjoying the idea that Ricky was feeling every bit of it.

Ricky had briefly lost consciousness on the drive over, but once the fox started in on his dessert, the man had woken back up to the sensation of gross mouthfuls of warm, drool-soaked slop squishing down into him from above and sealing in what little gaps of space there were inside the already impossibly cramped chamber. The cake and the milk soon coated him entirely. The smell they brought with them was initially better than what was already there, but before too long the sickly sweet scents of the stomach's new contents started to merge with the acidic stink already inside and somehow the result was worse than it had ever been.

Ricky couldn't believe how dehumanizing it felt to be covered in another creature's chewed up food like this. He'd thought he wanted it, but it turned out he didn't. It was indescribably gross. It was so much more vile than he could've imagined. He was coated in fox puke and he would literally never be clean again. No, that wasn't quite right. He wasn't just coated in fox puke, he actually was fox puke now. He was just as gross as the rest of the stomach's contents. If anyone else could see him now, they'd be just as disgusted by him as they would be the chewed up cake. He was just another piece of mushed up food.

Before he could follow that logical thread any further, Ricky got distracted by a new sensation. He noticed his body had started to itch. Before he could put two and two together, he started to try and scratch what little flesh he could reach with his hands, but the moment he did, the itching in those areas was replaced with an incredible stinging pain. Before too much longer, his entire body started to burn. It was gradual at first but it made him squirm, and the harder he squirmed the worse the burning got. He screamed. He couldn't stop himself from screaming and wriggling, but every motion he made only caused the pain to mount. This was digestion, he realized. He was being digested.

He'd read countless pieces of fiction about being eaten alive. He'd watched hundreds of videos of real predators digesting their prey and he'd jerked off to this exact scenario a thousand times before. This was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He was dying and his body was programmed at the genetic level to reject that with all its might. He knew that struggling made the pain worse. He knew that opening his mouth to scream brought in acid that would start to eat him away from the inside out. He knew that nothing he could do would make the fox who ate him give him back to the world alive. He knew all these things, but none of that knowledge could help him now, and so he thrashed with every ounce of strength he had left, he screamed until his voice cracked, and he tried desperately to plead for his predator's empathy.

Elliot, meanwhile, was in ecstasy. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He knew his meal must be having a bad time, but he didn't care. He was full, happy, and currently on the receiving end of an incredible massage. The human's struggles felt odd at first, but the longer they went on, the more he grew to like them. Knowing that he was experiencing something's final moments gave him a feeling like he'd never had in his life. He was so utterly in control of another creature. Another sentient creature. He'd reduced a human being to nothing but fox slop, and soon that same human would be a mountain of shit and a whole lot of calories. He was directly taking someone's life and using it to extend his own. What could be more natural than that?

Elliot gave his belly another pat and spoke to it again. "Oh god, Ricky. Please keep that up as long as possible, buddy."

He turned over on his side and closed his eyes.

"I've gotta go to sleep now, but I'll be right here with you the entire time, I promise. You're doing so good in there, dude. It's almost over, okay?"

Ricky continued to thrash, but his strength was beginning to fade. He heard Elliot's voice but could barely process the words.

"Glad I could-" Elliot let out a massive yawn before continuing. "Glad I could make your dreams come true, buddy. Sleep tight in there and I'll see you in the morning."

As the fox drifted off to sleep, Ricky too slowly drifted away. Even as his strength faded, however, the pain did not. He wanted to keep struggling, but his body lacked the means. After a while, his mind gave out, and not a moment too soon, because quickly after that his body began to break down in earnest. As the acid ate away at his flesh and the stomach continued its compressions, Ricky's bones began to bend and snap. His skin sloughed away, and he began to dissolve, like so many meals before him. By the time the fox awoke the next day, there was nothing left of the man that anyone would recognize as such.

It took another day before Elliot's stomach returned to its normal size, but eventually it did. True to his word, the fox digested everything but Ricky's hair. It made for a few weird concerning bowel movements, but the pipes accepted it all just fine and within a day or two every last trace of the man was gone.

Ricky's absence at work was noted by noon the first day back in the office, but no one thought to look for him in earnest until a full week had passed. Until that point they'd just docked his pay and made a note in his file. By the time the police got involved, there was nothing left to find. It was just like the group had said, as far as anyone could tell, the human had simply disappeared.

The trio remained close friends and continued to hang out like normal, but they never ventured back into the world of casual predation. They'd developed a taste for it, but all agreed it was too risky to ever try again for real. They'd gotten lucky with Ricky. He really was the perfect meal and they were unlikely to ever stumble onto another like him. That didn't stop them from continuing to indulge in the fantasy, however. Each, in his own way, continued to explore that newfound side of themselves. They watched videos, read smut, and Elliot even wrote up an anonymous account of his experience to share online. It got a few comments but was mostly ignored. He wasn't the greatest writer. Regardless, in terms of reality, Ricky had sated each of their hungers. Besides, in some ways the fantasy was better.