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Jack's stomach growled. He sighed and patted it gently, his clawed hand sinking into the soft, painfully empty mass. "I know, I know. Stupid boss keeping me late. Shoulda just ate him." He grumbled to himself. He would have eaten his boss if the slick ferret had bothered to show up in person to tell him he had to stay late because bullshit deadlines moved, but Jack's reputation must have preceded him. Instead of showing up in the delicious, succulent flesh, his boss had called him from inside his car just before the large, fat crocodile was supposed to leave. He hadn't eaten since lunch, and that had been hours ago, long hours of working hard when he was hungry to start. Now he was famished, and had to force himself not to look at the bus driver as he got onboard, lest he ruin his only chance of getting to sleep in his own bed tonight. He had been hopeful for some tasty passengers to snack on, but it was late and the bus was empty except for him. "Just another few minutes." he muttered, still patting his round gut as it complained to the empty bus about his hunger. He checked his phone and groaned along with his unhappy stomach. "Just another fifteen fucking minutes."

He closed his eyes and started day dreaming about what was waiting for him at home. Leftovers, he didn't have the patience to cook anything new, but he could toss last nights stew onto the stove. A nice big bowl of hot, thick, meaty stew running down his throat, giving his gut something to churn on. Some bread, a little stale now for sure but in his mind it was fresh and warm and perfect for soaking up any juices left in his bowl after his second or third helping. Or fourth. Or fifth. He might have to order a pizza too.

He let his mind wander enough that when he felt the bus slowing to a halt, he wondered if he had made it to his stop already. He became frustrated when he realized he hadn't, the bus was just picking someone up. He glared at them as they boarded, angry at them for keeping him from his dinner.

The new passenger just shot him a quick smile and sat down across from him. He was a raccoon, gray and white fur helping him blend in with the shadows of the dimly lit bus. His dark jacket helped too, but it didn't quite let him fade into the shadows as Jack kept glaring daggers his way. The raccoon, for his part, seemed oblivious, staring at his phone, his face brightly lit as the bus started moving again.

Jack caught a whiff of the raccoons musk as it slowly filled the bus. Normally it would be drowned out by others nearby, or just beneath his notice, but Jacks hunger was making him hyper aware, and his eyes widened as he breathed deep the scent. His annoyance vanished as he remembered his earlier plan, achievable now that there was some meat on board who wasn't driving.

He glanced up and down the bus, making sure nobody was looking who might try to stop him. A pointless effort, if there had been other passengers he would have already eaten them, and the drivers eyes were on the road. He breathed deep again, his mouth drooling at the scent, and his stomach growled loudly.

Jack swore in his mind as the raccoon glanced up and saw him. The croc quickly swallowed, trying to keep his drool from dripping out and giving the raccoon too much warning, but his stomach growled again and the raccoons eyes went wide. Catch em unawares, that was the best way, otherwise there would be screaming and running and fighting. Jack was confident he would win, after all, where could the poor mammal run to in the small, cramped bus? Who would be able to help him? The differences in their size made him supremely confident he could win a fight and gulp the squirming prey thing down, but it would be so much easier if he was caught by surprise, and after the day he had, Jack just wanted an easy meal.

It looked like he would have to work for his supper tonight though, Jack thought as the coon boy stood up from his seat hurriedly. Go on he thought. Run to the front of the back. Neither will help you escape, you delicious morsel. He licked his lips, might as well have some fun now that ambush wasn't an option. The raccoon nervously stepped out into the aisle, then slid into the seat just next to Jack. The crocodile blinked.

"Uh, hi there." The raccoon said. "I'm Frank, nice to meet you."

"... 'lo Frank. I'm Jack."

"It's nice to meet you." Frank said again, wide eyed, looking up and down Jack's body. His eyes focused on his dripping maw and his enormous stomach, sticking out from the woefully inadequate tank top. "I uh, heard your stomach growling, sounds like you're really hungry. I was wondering if you'd maybe, like to, you know. Eat me." His voice turned into almost a whisper at the end.

Jack blinked again. "Wait, you want me ta eat'cha?" The raccoon nodded quickly, his ears blushing. "Huh." This was not how this usually went. Not that Jack was going to complain. "Well, if you insist, I ain't gonna complain. Go ahead and strip."

"S-strip?" The raccoon asked, blushing harder.

"Yeah, strip. I don't wanna eat yer clothes, they don't ever taste good. Besides, that jacket looks nice. Think I'll sell it or something, not like you'll need it anymore right?"

"Oh, yeah ok. That makes sense." The raccoon glanced nervously up and down the bus, seeing nothing but empty seats and dim lights. "Oh. Here I go." He unzipped his jacket and tossed it into the row across from them, where he had been sitting a few moments ago. He started to lift his shirt off, deciding half way through to try and make a small show of it. Before he got far, Jack grabbed the shirt and tore it off.

"I ain't looking for a show, just get naked and get in my belly."

"Y-yes sir!" Frank replied, hurriedly squirming out of his shoes, socks, and pants and tossing them across the aisle.

The raccoon's arousal was clear, even through his briefs. His cock was hard, making an obvious outline in the tight undies that ended in a damp spot where it had leaked in his excitement.

"Heh, you really want to feed me don't you meat?" Jack asked, reaching out and squeezing the raccoons erection. Frank curled up around his hand, moaning and shuddering for a few seconds before humping gently into it.

"I do, I really do." he whined.

Jack let him go, pulling his hand back. "Then drop the shorts and I'll try to enjoy this as much as you."

A quick tug and some hops later, the raccoon's underwear joined the pile of clothes. He turned to Jack. "So now wha-"

The crocodile saw no point in further talking. No further preamble, no further questions. It was time to eat. His hands grabbed the raccoon's arms, pinning them to his sides, and lifted. Frank let out a slight yelp of shock as he was easily picked up, turned upside down, and without ceremony shoved into the crocodiles open maw. He barely got a chance to even see the gaping mouth and pulsing throat before being pushed roughly into it and losing any light to see it with. He could still feel it, the wet, rubbery flesh squirming around him, coating his fur with thick saliva as it squeezed him downward, helped by the croc's steady pushing. He gasped and squirmed as he was devoured, not trying to escape, just unable to keep still as his body was forced into this tight tube of flesh. He felt his bare, straining cock brush against the croc's tongue, and instinct drove him to hump against it.

Jack didn't even notice the difference in his prey's struggles as he tried to gain some pleasure on his way down. It didn't last very long anyway. The crocodile was used to prey that was actually trying to escape, Frank's feeble, pointless squirms weren't slowing him down in the least. It took him less than a minute from the raccoon's final bits of clothing coming off to having his stomach full of warm, wriggling meat. He took in a breath, then let out a shameless, satisfied belch. He gave his stomach a smug pat. "Thanks for that Frank. Really needed a nice meal. Hope you enjoy yourself in there." He chuckled to himself- he could feel every squirm the raccoon was making, every rhythmic push against his stomach walls. He let his hand wander across his belly for a bit, then grabbed around something hard that he could just barely feel through his paunch. He chuckled as the pushing, the humping, stopped and he gently stroked what he was certain was his meals cock trying to fuck his stomach walls. "Seems like you're doing alright" he said, squeezing around the raccoon's arousal, spreading the stomach acids leaking from his walls around the sensitive flesh. Inside, he could just barely hear the raccoon whine, could hear something that might, if he let himself imagine, be a pulse of the cock he was toying with. He let it go, and quickly the rhythmic humping began again. It churned up his stomach, and he let another light burp escape him.

He glanced outside, it was still a few minutes until he could get home. His own cock was hard in his shorts, something about the raccoon's enthusiasm was getting him worked up too. He reached down and fondled himself.

"Hey, uh... Frank?" He asked, already struggling to remember his meal's name. "If you can last until we get home, you might get to feel me jerk off. Seems like that's the sort of thing you'd enjoy, huh?"

The thrusting inside him picked up the pace, and Jack laughed as suddenly it stopped, a small cry audible from within him as the raccoon came. "Yeah, thought you might like that, you little freak. Don't worry, I'll jerk off either way. Just a question of if you're still around to feel it. Can you feel this?" he asked as he stroked himself through his shorts. His cock was hard, easily visible to anyone who looked, but who was going to look. He relaxed and for the first time noticed the mirror in the front of the bus, and the driver, a sand colored fox with enormous ears, staring at the scene behind him. "Eyes on the road dude." Jack yelled, and the fox jumped with shock before he managed to get his focus back. Fortunately the roads were nearly empty this late, and Jack was able to spend the rest of a peaceful ride rubbing his gut and his cock without any crashes.

Eventually they reached his stop. Jack pulled the cord, and the fox pulled over. He didn't open the doors, even after Jack walked all the way to the front and turned to stare at the fennic. The driver was fidgeting in his seat, trying not to stare at the enormous scaly gut that still squirmed occasionally as it's occupant re-adjusted.

"We have a problem?" Jack asked. The driver quickly shook his head.

"Um, I was just wondering, if you maybe um... had some extra room?" He blushed deeply.

"Heh. Must be my lucky day. Gonna gain a few hundred pounds, but fuck it. Open the door, meat."

The fennec pulled a lever. Jack felt the cold outside air rush in to caress his back, and he grabbed the driver, pulling him out of his seat and onto the street. "Cmon, my place isn't far, we'll get you nice and tucked away soon don't you worry."

The fox struggled for a few moments on instinct, but the croc easily tucked him under an arm and before long the fox was just groping his gut, feeling the raccoon still squirming within. "You're gonna get a playmate Fred, isn't that nice."

It was a short walk from the abandoned bus to Jack's home, and the croc wasted no time. He carried the squirming fox to his room and roughly chucked him onto the bed. "Strip." He rummaged through his closet for a moment and threw some lube at the fox, who was busy pulling his shirt over his head. He yipped at the impact. "Prep." The crocodile commanded, pulling his own clothes off. "I'm gonna fuck you before I eat you."

It wasn't a question, but the fox nodded eagerly as he finished pulling off his clothes, slathering his fingers with lube and rubbing them into his backdoor.

Jack grabbed the bottle and quickly slathered his cock as well. "OK, prep time's over. Hope that was enough for you."

"Wait, wha-" the fox's protest was interrupted by a squeal as Jack grabbed his legs, pulling them apart as he dragged the fox to the edge of the bed. A little careful positioning, a forceful tug, and a scream of surprise later, Jack moaned as he sunk his hard, fat, needy cock into that tight fox hole. He thrust forward, letting momentum carry his fuck toy almost all the way off his cock before pulling his legs back and impaling him again. The fox screamed, but Jack noticed with some satisfaction that he was rock hard too, and quickly pumping his own leaking cock as he was roughly fucked by his soon to be predator.

The raccoon seemed to be enjoying himself too, that or the acids had finally eaten into him enough to make him writhe in pain. One kind of squirming felt the same as the other, especially as the poor prey boy was jostled around in that sagging gut with every thrust. Both prey felt wonderful to Jack, satisfying his every need. This had turned into quite a lovely night after all, he thought as he picked the fox up off the bed, still thrusting up into him as he squeezed the overwhelmed bottom against his gut. "Feel that?" He whispered into a giant, fluffy ear. "As soon as I put a load in you, that's where you're going. You make sure to play nice while you die in me." A few shorter, faster thrusts later, and Jack unleashed his built up pleasure on the fox's poor ass. Warm cum flooded his bowels, spilling out onto the croc's balls below. Whether or not the fox noticed, Jack neither knew nor cared. He opened his mouth wide and shoved the panting prey's face into his throat, lifting him off his cock before he was even done spurting. He turned and flopped down onto the mess he made on his bed as he gulped down his second victim of the night, not that either seemed to mind his attack. He felt the fox's cock twitching as it slid easily along his tongue and towards his throat, but he couldn't tell if the cum he tasted was his meals or his own. Not that it mattered; food was food, and this food was right where it belonged.

Jack groaned and stretched himself out on the bed. He could feel the cool dampness of his cum already drying on his back, but that seemed like a problem for morning Jack. He didn't want to move, his stomach was too full of squirming meat as the two boys got to know each other. He rubbed his enormous gut lazily, occasionally squeezing as something from within filled his hand while they writhed and squeezed together. They'd be at it all night, most likely, and he sighed as he realized he wouldn't get any sleep until these two either passed out or digested. Not that he minded too much, their squirming felt divine, and he let his hand wander below his massive gut and start to stroke his soft cock.