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Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for ATypicalFox | April 2021 | 5502 Words

"Alright, you two!" a chipper coyote in a hunter green ranger's shirt yapped as he stepped through the door and into the private classroom. "That was the last safety video, and you both passed your wilderness exams. On behalf of the Boulder Lake Predation Preserve and Environmental Center, allow me to say, congratulations and happy honeymoon to you both!" Beaming and broad-grinned, a pair of starry-eyed lovers sat on the rustic lodge furnishings, under the warm glow of a paused VHS tape, pleased to have finished their beginner's safety courses. "Alright, Casimir? I have your license and predator's ear tag here."

"O- Oh, th- thanks, Ranger Twiggs," the brown furred hyena huffed, smiling a toothy little grin as he accepted the handful of materials, his cheeks turning flushed as his stocky badger husband gave him a playful elbow in the side.

"And for you, Ricky," the Ranger added, "your license and prey ear tag." The round-bellied beast chuffed softly at the comment, taking his badge and ID in paw without question. "Now you both know where you're headed to pitch your camp?"

"Yes, Sir," the badger nodded, his baritone voice resonant in his sturdy chest. "We're going to play it safe and head up towards Pine Bluff Falls. Spend a few days playing cat and mouse in the forested areas, and then head westwards towards the canyons."

"That sounds like a good plan. The Falls are generally quiet this time of year. Some of the more trafficked areas you might have to worry about a hunter poking around your tent at night. But don't worry, you're both tagged for Non-Fatal play, and with your big, strong hyena around, I'm sure he can fend off anyone looking to snag an easy 'kill.' " The pair could not help but give a shy little chuckle at the comment, nodding their agreement despite the obvious fluster on the spotted yeen's face. "Alright, well, you both have fun. And remember, if you need anything, there's a ranger station a few miles out from the Falls." As Ranger Twiggs turned about, a little smile on his face, the pair of sweet lovers glanced back at one another, their plastered-on grins quickly fading to a happy little giggle.

"Oh my god, I can't-" Cas giggled, trying to stifle a yeenish laugh. "I can't believe he spent all morning teaching us and didn't-"

"Figure us out?" The badger couldn't help but smirk, reaching a paw out to beckon his lover. "Here, bend over sweet meats, lemme get this for you." Reaching up, the badger smiled as he clipped the prey ear tag to his husband, before affixing his own predator's tag.

"How do I look?"

"Like you belong on my waistline, handsome," the badger growled, hugging his lover tight before playfully chomping down upon his shoulder. "C'mon, let's get our packs together. It's gonna be late by the time we get to the campsite."

Ranger Twiggs, however, did not hear them packing up to leave. The dusty-brown furred coyote sighed as he sauntered through the main resort, passing by triumphant predators and teasing prey-creatures alike. Biting his lip, he sighed as he spotted the man he was looking for sitting at the bar in the canteen; a towering grizzly bear pounding back a beer. Steeling himself, the canine grunted as he approached, settling his rump down on the empty bar seat next to the heavy-coated brute of a bruin.

"I can't believe you're about to do this, Arthur," the coyote growled, pursing his muzzle as he caught the bear's attention.

"Mmm..." the bruin grunted, swallowing his last swig before chuckling. "Oh, I'm dead serious about this, Rusty. It'll be just like old times, won't it? And you didn't seem too upset about the money I offered to make it happen. Now, did you get it or not?"

Passing a glossy map across the bar, the coyote pulled out a pen to X-mark a few spots. "Tonight, they'll be up at Pine Bluff Falls. Said they'd spend a day or two up there, and then head towards the canyons." Swallowing, the coyote could not help but ask, "Please tell me you're just going up to scare them?"

"In a sense," Arthur chuckled, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a wad of cash. Shoving the whole pile of crisp hundred bills, folded in thirds, into Ranger Twiggs' paws, the bruin just gave a knowing smirk back to the man.

"Arthur, I need you to understand the risks involved. They're tagged Non-Lethal. If you leave a scrap of evidence, there will be a full-scale investigation." The suggestion only brought a creeping grin to Arthur's face. "I- I'm serious. When a Non-Lethal goes missing it's a big deal. And hell, they're on their honeymoon!"

"Meat tastes sweetest when it's got a reason to fight for its life." Defeated, the coyote sighed as he passed over the map and a bright red Predator's ear tag, marked cleared for Lethal hunting. With a smirk, Arthur quickly took his prize, licking his chops before a sudden crash seemed to interrupt the pair's private talk.

"S- Sorry!" A stammering little voice yipped from over by the Pro Shop, "I... I wanted to see what it did!" Stadler the cross fox, Arthur's little preyboy lover, had somehow managed to knock over an entire display of prey scent attractant sprays, the little canisters skittering across the floor as the twitchy little fox tried to gather up what he could.

"I uh..." Arthur sighed, shaking his head. "Look, I'm sorry to put you in this position, Rusty, but that's exactly why I've been needing to get out some aggression." The bear chuckled, casually clipping the ear tag on, before calling out across the lodge, "Stadler, hun. You put those back where you found them." Lowering his voice, Arthur couldn't help but add, "Daddy's got some business to take care of."

"O- Okay, Arthur..." Stadler shouted after, furrowing his brow as he watched the bruin wander towards the back lodge door. Grumbling, the little cross fox picked up one more canister, only for the little scent bomb to pop in his paws, coating the hapless boy with a proprietary blend of pheromones and a pleasant bacon scent.

With the sun barely crested below the horizon, the fading twilight replaced by a gentle glow of firelight that warmed the hastily pitched camp on the outskirts of Pine Bluff Falls. Serenaded by the gentle sound of a rushing river to their west, and the crash of flowing water to the north, the large rock walls of a scenic cliff offered perfect protection from the elements. Soft sandstone caught shimmering firelight, creating dancing shadows and shapes as the stocky badger tossed a few extra logs upon the fire. Turning about to watch his shadow loom upon the streaky rock, Ricky could not help but smile as he breathed in the crisp evening air.

"Hey, huuuuun?" Cas called across the camp, the lanky hyena barely visible from the firelight as he stood over by the edge to the forest. "How high should I hang the food container?"

"Eh, eight to ten feet," the badger said, pausing before a wry smirk cracked across his muzzle. "High enough that you'll be the only meal the bears could get to, sweetie."

The blushy yeen huffed, his rounded little ears flattening as he nearly dropped the rope holding up the canister. "H- Hey! You wouldn't feed me to the bears... Would you?"

"Only if they were interested in sharing you, cutie," Ricky chuckled, sitting back on a stump as he watched his lover tie off the container. "Nah, don't you worry my little chocolate-chip snack, I wouldn't let them get you. You're too good to pass up for a camp meal." The flustered little hyena stomped his way back to the firelight, pausing to give his lover a kiss on the snout before feeling the badger's firm paws nudge him towards the cozy tent with its double sleeping bag.

"You know how much I love being at your mercy, hun," Cas chuckled, nuzzling in as he kicked off his shoes and stripped down to nothing but his marital collar and undies, before slipping into the sleeping bag paws-first.

"You know, cutie..." Ricky growled, playfully tossing one last log on the fire before kicking off his shoes and stepping inside the tent. "You've got a lot more to worry about tonight." Slowly zipping up the tent, the shortstack badger loomed over his cozy little yeen as he stripped down to his badger boxers. "You're stuck in here with me."

"Ooooh, please Mister Badger..." the lanky hyena huffed, feigning helplessness as he wiggled his paws at the end of the sleeping bag. "I... I don't want you to eat me... I'm just an innocent little yeen out camping in the woods. Isn't there... something I could do to make you- ooof!"

In a flash, the badger flopped down upon the inflatable camping pad, nearly sending his lover bouncing up into the air. It was enough to stop his silly begging, allowing the thickset brute to wrap his paws tightly around his lover. "Ohhh, no, there's no begging for your life, little one," Ricky crooned, laying atop the sleeping bag and wrapping his paws around Cas's squirmy form. "There's only one place you're gonna go, and that's down my gullet into my belly."

"O- Oh huff... Please, I- I..." A warm flush filled Cas's cheeks as he felt his lover plant a heavy paw on his head, slowly pushing him down into the sleeping bag while tugging up the edges about his little cookie ears. A quick flick of his paw, and Ricky had managed to zip the sleeping bag tight up over his lover's head, trapping him down inside the confines of a warm, soft 'gut.'

"Mmm... what's wrong, little yeen? Too cramped down there in my stomach?" growling, the badger planted both his paws down upon the sleeping bag, squishing and ruffling the fluffy, warm fabric in a simulation of a churning gut. "Getting a bit too hot for you, hun? You always said you'd look good on my waistline..."

"Mnnpfh! H- Hey... Please! Please, S- Sir... D- Don't make me your meal... I- I don't want to die!" Cas whined, fidgeting under his love's grip, gasping now and then as the badger groped his growing, eager arousal through the squishy simulated stomach.

"Oh, you don't get a choice, little one, Ricky snarled, licking his chops as he planted his weight down upon his lover, the badger's firm paws balling him up a little as he rumbled softly in his lover's ear. "I'm gonna churn you up good and slow. Make you beg for hours... and hours..."

"Mnnnn..." The hyena bit his lip, whining as he turned up his head, his face pouching out a roughly hyena shaped bulge in the sleeping bag, "Please, dear... I- I don't... I can't..."

"You will." Ricky playfully planted a paw upon his lover's face, smooshing the outline back down until it became just a uniform blob inside the sleeping bag. The predatory badger could not help but shudder, his own arousal tenting out his boxers as he crooned, "I'm going to love feeling this body melt down to nothing but gooey soup. And when you're all done and gone, and MINE forever?" Leaning in, the predatory mustelid ground himself off against the bulge his lover made in the sleeping bag. "You'll know that your final resting place is gonna be a few extra pounds on this gut of mine."

The flustered little hyena gave a full body shudder, unable to help his lust as his lover hit all the right buttons. The perfect moment, however, was shattered with a sudden crash outside the tent, the loud bang causing the twitchy little yeen to yelp. "Wh- What was that?!" Casimir whimpered, bringing the playful simulated digestion to a screeching halt. Shifting around quickly, Ricky unzipped the sleeping bag to give his husband a fresh gulp of air, before quickly rummaging around for his ear tag and a flashlight.

"Shhh, relax. I'll go look, hun," the badger sighed, deciding against pulling on his pants. "If it's a hunter, I'll tell them to go get lost." Noticing the nervous little whine coming from his snack, Ricky added, "They'll have to get through me to eat you, sweetheart." Unzipping the tent, Ricky furrowed his brow as he cast the flashlight about into the darkness, peering past the dimming firelight. Nothing seemed to be amiss as the black-and-white striped critter stepped past the tent's threshold, wandering the circumference of the fire pit. That is, until he saw an absolute mess strewn about on the ground just off by the tree line. "Goddamnit, it looks like the food fell."

"What?" Cas huffed, the spotty yeen grumping as he crawled up to the tent flap. "There's no way, I tied that off with a triple knot."

"I believe you," Ricky said over his shoulder, his voice distant as he walked off into the darkness to investigate. "Ugh, I dunno what to say, it's everywhere. We're gonna have to go back to the lodge for breakfast tomorrow." The ground around the case looked more akin to a war zone than an accident; the food container seemingly exploded on impact. Pounds of sausage lay scattered on the dirt amidst cracked eggs and leaking mason jars. Shaking his head, the badger popped his flashlight into his mouth, before bending over to begin rescue operations. Lifting an intact foil packet of potato wedges off the ground, the critter realized the prepped meal had landed right atop the anchor rope, still attached to a sturdy stake buried deep in the dirt. Blinking, Ricky cocked an eyebrow as he realized the end of the rope was not simply frayed. It looked deliberately cut.

"Anything salvageable, hun?" Cas shouted out into the darkness, causing Ricky to turn his head about. With the flashlight still jammed in his muzz, the stocky badger cast his light over the tent, illuminating his lover's concerned face. But the bright flash also cast a dark and looming shadow upon the sandstone rockface behind them. Thick and broad shouldered, the beastly visage towered tens of feet over the little camp, heavy paws rampant overhead. Ricky did not get a good look at the creature that created the shadow, the horrified mustelid's maw gaping in a loud gasp, his flashlight falling to the ground and casting the camp back into darkness.

"Cas!" he cried, far too late as a guttural roar bellowed through the night, followed by the sound of ripping nylon fabric. In an instant, the tent collapsed around Cas's body, two heavy paws laying into his flesh as the beastly creature struggled to claw through the slick fabric. The lithe and lanky yeen's manicured claws were no match for the towering beast, a hard strike to the face disorienting the preyboy. With his tighty-whitey briefs ripped and tattered from the repeated clawings, Cas barely managed to flip over and crawl out from under the heap of ruined cloth, nearly stumbling into the campfire as he climbed to his feet and raced towards his lover's voice.

Stumbling off into the woods, the pair ran for their lives, the sounds of snarling and gnashing close behind as the unknown creature tore off behind them in hot pursuit. The beast did not need to outpace them, simply to outlast the urbane honeymooners. It would be an easy task. Disoriented in the darkness, Ricky tried his best to call off the predator, shouting and pleading that the pair were tagged Non-Lethal. Rushed off into the dense forest, the stocky badger quickly found himself out of breath, his husband forced to grab him by the wrist to keep from falling behind. It would do no good; the newlyweds had rushed off towards the forested river in their panic, the creature's careful path herding the couple downstream towards the falls. In the dark of the night, they only realized they had rushed the wrong direction when they reached the river's edge, hemmed in by a rocky outcrop to their right and the dangerous waterfall to the left.

Cheeks puffing, Ricky pushed his lover back behind him, baring his claws as he wheezed out a last command for the creature to stay back. Out of the darkness, a dark brown flash bowled straight through the badger, plowing him down to the ground in one swift movement. Casimir yelped, only able to hear the tussle in the darkness. The little hyena stumbled over onto the dusty ground and shrinking back into the night, only to freeze at a barked demand.

"Get your tasty ass over here, or I'll snap his fucking neck," a cold, if fairly out of breath, voice snarled, underscored by just enough choking noises to convince the skittish yeen he was serious.

"P- Please... We- We're not..." Sheepishly crawling towards the mass of flesh, the hyena's dark vision adjusted just enough to make out the shape and form of a massive grizzly bear, the beast squishing his shortstack badger against the ground. "He's my predator! He's... he's already caught me."

"Oh, my mistake." the bear chuckled, clearly making no move to let go. "Would you like me to save you his ear tag as a keepsake?"

"Y- You can't do this! Th- This is against the law!"

"I love when they fucking beg," Arthur growled, squeezing the badger's throat just a little harder. "Go on, beg some more. There's nobody for miles, and you don't look like the kinda preyboy who can overpower me."

"Wha- doooo you waaant?" Ricky rasped, eyes bulging as he struggle to wheeze out a plea. Surprisingly, that seemed to work. Arthur slowly released his grip, a deep gulp of air rushing into the trapped badger's lungs.

"I want to taste something very unique..." Arthur growled down at the badger while curling his paw at the hyena, beckoning him to come closer. "It's hard to taste it out in the wild. It takes a lot of effort and puts a lot of suspicion on me. I'm hungry for heartbreak." Pausing to let that comment settle, the pair's hush seemed to show how naïve the lovers truly were to his plan. "I want to taste your anguish. I'm going to murder one of you, here, now, tonight." Silence, sheer dumbfounded silence, punctuated only by the gentle ribbing of crickets off in the underbrush. "You've got one minute to decide," Arthur added, shooting a scowl at the hyena. "If I were you, meat, I'd volunteer if you want your badger to live. Your husband's got a thick gut, he'd sate my hunger at least till morning."

What followed was a desperate whirlwind of pleas; jabbering panic as the pair begged for their lives. "Please! Please no, you- You can't do this!" Ricky cried, tears welling in his eyes as he fruitlessly struggled under Arthur's grip.

"I... I don't want to die..." Cas whimpered, his voice catching in his throat as he crawled closer to his trapped lover, accidentally bumping into his badger's outstretched paws in the darkness. Gripping them tight, he cried, "Y- You can't kill him though!"

"Oh, you both are so cute," Arthur mused, his free paw reaching down, fondling over his growing arousal. "Trust me, meatslut, you won't like it if I have to choose."

"B- But, I don't want to die!!"

"You sounded so cute roleplaying it. Why don't you want to do it for real? Or maybe you'd REALLY prefer to watch someone else die? Your predator's nice and meaty."

"Nnngh! I'm not-" Ricky grunted, his squirms growing more frantic at the insinuation, "I'm not on the menu, you fucking creep!"

"Mmmm..." Arthur growled, lowering his jaws to loom over the badger's head, drool dripping off his jowls as he added, "Yeahhh, that's gotta be it. Your yeen doesn't love you, he wants to feel you fucking melt, tough guy."

Sniffles quickly turned to sobbing as Casimir lost control, the lithe hyena jabbering as his desperate pleas for his lover's life turned to incoherent blubbers. Yet, crucially, never once did he offer himself in tribute, the preyboy petrified of the cost. Nose-to-nose with Ricky, the hyena whimpered as he tried to comfort his lover, only to feel the badger shift suddenly and forcefully, ripping the married couple's paws apart. In one swift motion, Arthur sat himself up onto his haunches, dragging Ricky upwards while simultaneously shoving his jaws down hard around the pudgy badger's head in one firm thrust. He had barely enough time to squeak, the little badger kicking madly as he disappeared up to his shoulders into the grizzly's fetid throat.

Eyes wide, horrified at what little he could see in the darkness, the shaking hyena crawled closer in a desperate attempt to grab or free his lover. This was quickly overpowered by a firm kick across the spotty boy's face. This was followed by a hefty, ursine mitt grabbing the boy about his marital collar, the grizzly yanking Cas tight to his gut as the struggling badger disappeared down his gullet with each powerful and audible swallow. Cas whined, closing his eyes as Ricky pummeled him with fluttering kicks, desperation quickly running out as the lack of air inside Arthur's throat caused him to settle down as stars popped and fizzed across his dark field of view. With one paw firmly clenched on his little gut slut's collar, Arthur used his free hand to force the squat badger into his gullet, squishing the predator's ass and groin as he jammed the critter in like a snack cake.

Tears flowing freely, wetting down the bear's belly, Cas sobbed as the first panicked flutters entered the bruin's gut; first the badger's head, emboldened by a sudden gulp of fetid, acid-tinged air, followed by his arms and the rest of his body, each freed from the bear's esophagus as the stripey mustelid curled up in Arthur's belly. One last swallow and Ricky's curled toes cleared the bruin's maw, a huffing sigh escaping his mouth followed by a loud and resonant belch that had the fortunate effect of exchanging some foul air. It did nothing, however, for the thick, inch-deep pool of slimy acid that coated the badger's body from head to toe.

"R- Ricky!" Cas whimpered, suddenly gaining the courage to pound upon the bear's bulging gut.

"Cas!" The badger cried, his voice muffled and wet. "Cas I- Oh fuck! Oh god it- it hurts!" Arthur's deadly gut seemed perfectly tuned to ruin a living creature, the fleshy sack churning all about the helpless mustelid as soon as he hit the bottom. Coated in thick chyme and digestive juices, the badger's whole body began to tingle, the fluids getting everywhere and immediately attacking the more sensitive spots on his body. His eyes erupted in horrific burning, useless as they were in the depth of Arthur's guts, quickly followed by his lips, ears and ass. Worse yet, he had been swallowed down with his badger boxers still about his hips, the rough cotton suddenly causing physical damage to his dissolving cock and balls as they slowly melted and hissed in the soup of fluids.

"Ricky! I... I'm sorry!!" Cas pleaded, shaking his head as he hugged Arthur's gut, the bear growling as he planted a heavy paw against the yeen's speckled back and tugged him tight to the writhing mass in his belly. "I'm... I'm so so so so sorry..."

"You're fucking not, and you know it, meat," Arthur rumbled, his voice booming all about Ricky inside the cramped death chamber. "You could have sacrificed yourself." The bruin chuckled, yanking the little yeen up onto his belly as he laid back on the cold ground like a wild animal, grinding his hips upwards into the preyboy's body, his beer can thick cock jostling against Ricky's own shy little hardon. "But you didn't. You fucking wanted to feel your husband die. Pathetic little slut." Slapping a paw hard against the yeen's cheek, Arthur snarled right into the boy's face. "Say it!" Tears flowed down Ricky's face, three soft claw marks slashed across his muzzle as the yeen whimpered something unintelligible, prompting another open-paw slap. "Say it, meat!"

"I- I... I wanted this..." Cas whined, feeling his captor throb underneath him, the bruin huffing as he bucked his hips upwards, using the hyena's body to grind off against.

"You're hard as a rock feeling your husband suffering and melting in my gut." Grabbing Cas's ass firmly, Arthur forced him to rub his hips downwards, squishing his stiffy against the bruin's gut, the badger squealing in agony as the increased agitation now came with the horror of knowing his torturous death was a source of pleasure for his husband.

"PLEASE!" Ricky screeched, clawing back uselessly at the squishing bulge where Cas's cock violated his gut-space and knocked him off-balance into the pooling fluids. "A- AHHHH It hurts!! CAS!! CAS L- Let me out! I can't... I can't! I LOVE YOU, MAKE IT STOP!"

"I- I love you!" The words faltered on Cas's tongue, forced to hug and rub off on his dying husband's body, "I LOVE YOU, RICKY," he cried louder, the preyboy hyena finally gathering the courage to lift his head and stare Arthur in the face "P- Please... Please s-stop..."

"What's that, meat?" Arthur huffed, still playfully rubbing himself off against the hyena's squirmy legs, "You want me to let him go? He's already half-digested. You want to see that don't you?" Pushing the yeen's head firmly into his gut, forcing his face hard enough to create an imprint in his belly. "You hear that, badger? Your lover wants to see you? He wants to see your acid-singed fur... Your flesh scorched and sloughing off... Your eyes all swollen and viscous... Mmm... maybe he wants to suck you off while you scream and twitch? Think I should let him out now, so you can do that, meat?"

A shudder seemed to rock the hyena's body, the lithe little critter spasming as a warmth spattered against the bruin's gut. With the last coherent cries from Ricky turning to unintelligible, animalistic shrieks as his flesh slopped away into the gooey soup of digestive juices, Casimir made the worst embarrassment of his life, hitting orgasm just as his lover lost consciousness. Sobbing and tear-streaked, the hyena embraced Arthur's gut with both arms as he whimpered... "I... I'm sorry... G- Goodbye R- Ri..." He could not even finish the sentence, before terror overtook him, ugly bellows echoing into the night as he held his struggling lover till the final twitches ceased in the early morning hours.

Exhaustion is a hell of a drug. Cas had no recollection of falling asleep, his mind gripping hard onto every fleeting moment, trying to discern whether to little churn or groan came from Ricky or the bruin's death chamber of a gut. With one paw still laced through the yeen's marital collar, there was no chance the preyboy would run, and it was quickly apparent that the spotted hyena would stay on his own initiative. Like a dog sitting by its owner's grave, Casimir cried himself to sleep on the churning waterbed of Arthur's gut.

Perhaps he hoped that he would wake to the end of a bad dream, that he would be cuddled up to his husband in their tent, ready to start their honeymoon. Instead, the softest tingle caused the hyena to twitch, then stir, Cas's nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath of fetid, stinging air. Eyes fluttering open in pitch black, the lanky yeen was halfway through wrapping his arms around what he could only assume was his husband, only to scream as he felt thin, membranous flesh disintegrate with his touch, rib bones scattering as he hugged the gooey, amorphous remains that once was Ricky.

The fucking bear had swallowed him when he was asleep! And now, the hyena screeched in terror and disgust as his realized he was coated head to toe with a thick broth of his husband's melted body, slick with digestive enzymes that went to work burning and dissolving the fresh 'breakfast' Arthur had just eaten. "Mmmm... You awake in there, gut slut?" Arthur's voice boomed all around him. In addition to the natural churn of the grizzly's belly, Cas found himself knocked off balance by the rhythmic bounce of Arthur's paw slapping against his fat pad. The goddamn beast was jerking off to this too! Struggling up to his paws, Cas fell face first as Arthur used his free paw to jostle his gut, the sloppy fall forcing the desperate hyena to swallow a mouthful of his lover's fleshy soup. The fetid, yet strangely meaty, fluid choked the boy's lungs, quickly turning his tongue and throat to fire. Hoarse from a night of sobbing, the hyena coughed and sputtered as his body began to dissolve, just as his lover had hours before. "Yeahhhh, you're awake. You fucking loved your husband's death. It'd be a shame if you didn't join him on my waistline."

Resting back against the sandstone rock wall, Arthur sighed as he let the lithe little preyboy struggle in the painful first throes of digestion, one paw on his cock as he watched daybreak crest over the horizon. Like so many others, he would kick, he would scream, he would beg, and he would die. But unlike most who fell into Arthur's grip, this one had a taste that was unsurpassed. The badger may have died whimpering, a predator made impotent as he churned in the gooey confines of Arthur's gut. But Cas had a slightly different flavor; the hyena's naturally preyish tasted tinted with fear, embarrassment, and most of all, regret. As the sun rose higher and higher, Arthur grunted through his long-nursed orgasm, spattering his hot load between his thighs as the hyena's panicked pleas turned incoherent. His frantic struggles faded slowly, from punching and kicking to frenetic flutters, signaling that his higher functions had finally given up the fight. It was, for the bruin, a perfect time to take a little nap.

With his broad-brimmed hat resting on the bar, Ranger Twiggs sighed as he took a long swig from a cold draught beer. Off duty after a long overnight shift, the park ranger sighed as he savored a little down time before going to bed. He would only take a few sips of his well-deserved beer before a little tap on his shoulder caused the dusty coyote to nearly jump out of his skin.

With a flush gut, still sagging down from the massive weight, Arthur sat down at the open bar stool next to his old friend, unable to help but let out a thick belch that stank of dead meat. Catching the bartender's eye, the overfed bruin grunted, "Lemme get a Moist Sheepdog Lager." Without missing a beat, the bruin asked, "You want another, Rusty? My treat."

"N- No, I'm fine for now, buddy," the grizzled ranger growled, licking a little spilled beer off his paws as he eyed over the beastly bear's quiet and sagging belly. "So, how was your hike?"

"Oh, fine," Arthur smirked, licking his chops, "Took a nice lazy walk down by the river. Found a quiet spot out under the stars over by The Falls. Some assholes kept shouting and crying all night long, but I shut them up." Leaning over, the bruin playfully ribbed Rusty with an elbow before adding, "You know, just like old times, eh, Ranger?"

Swallowing, the coyote nodded, a soft blush as he tried not to implicate himself over his past. "Heh, sounds like it was a good night out to me." The coyote huffed, eyes darting back down to, and up from, the grizzly's gut, hoping that Arthur would not say anything actionable.

"Pretty nice trip. You know how much I love to get out into nature." Lifting his beer to his muzzle, the grizzly paused before looking about the lodge. "Say, have you seen my meatslave?"

"That little cross fox?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

Ranger Twiggs smirked as he pointed across the lodge to a quiet little table over by the drink machines. Apparently, that scent attractant worked a little too well, the fidgety cross fox whimpering as he tried his best to fend off a mid-50s cougar, the lanky puma growling sweet nothings into his ear about coming back up to her room or taking a walk out to the reserve. "He's uh, he's been stuck like that for a few hours now."

"Oh, for the love of-" Arthur growled, setting his beer down on the bar before calling across the hunting lodge, "Stadler, hun! Don't touch that pussy, you don't know where she's been." Rolling his eyes, the bruin chuckled as he turned to his old friend, "Hey, watch my beer for a sec, I gotta make sure my meatboy doesn't become a meal he'll regret."

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