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FERAL FRIDAY, the sign by the door to the bar's inner room said. Todd nodded to the bouncer, who tonight wasn't the musclebound toon wrester he'd heard about but was instead an enormous toon bear, and went in.

Sure enough, every toon in sight was nonanthropomorphic. The bartender was a huge cartoon bull, the waitresses were two feral skunk ladies who walked upright and carried trays balanced on their head. They were of dramatically different art styles, one a vintage hand drawn toon and the other 3D, but were both about the same size, thigh high to him.

Several Kung Fu Panda characters were clustered around one table including Masters Viper and Crane but missing the more humanoid Po and Tigress. Filling out the table was a Disney toon dalmatian and a huge cartoon snake who could only be Kaa, his coils covering the space where several chairs would sit.

The dalmatian must be overflow from the next table, which had an assortment of cartoon dogs. Most were Disney or Don Bluth art styles with a couple of Pixar dogs in the mix. Dug, Todd thought the white one's name was. He couldn't remember the name of the Doberman with the Cone of Shame.

A cluster of varicolored cartoon horses, or more properly ponies, were toward the back but Todd's eyes were drawn to a group of cartoon tigers sat on the floor closer to him.

Another human, a tourist woman like him, was fawning over Rajah from Aladdin. The good-natured cat let himself be stroked and complemented and the even larger green cat next to him, perhaps desiring similar treatment, leaned in and nuzzled her. It could only be Cringer from He-Man, or possibly Battle-Cat out of his armor as he was substantially larger than Rajah. It must be a later version of Cringer since the 80s one talked and this one seemed as voiceless as Rajah.

Sat closest to Todd was a tiger the size of Rajah but with a hand drawn look rather than the smoother animation of later Disney animation. The prominent chin fur and stylized head shape identified him at once. Shere Khan regarded his fellow cats with disdain as they cuddled the human woman.

"Bah," Khan complained when he saw Todd looking at him. "A tiger should have more dignity. We are not pets."

"Of course you aren't, sir," Todd said. The ferals didn't need chairs but there were a few for human tourists and he indicated one near Shere Khan. "May I?"

"I would welcome other company," growled Khan, and showed Rajah and Cringer his rump as he stalked over to sit next to Todd.

"It's my first time here," Todd confided. He resisted the urge to stroke Khan's nape. The seated tiger was as tall as he was in the chair and three or four times his weight. "Feral Friday?"

"Theme nights," purred Khan. "Several nights a week. Family Night, Fight Night, Anthro Tuesday, Monochrome Monday. There are others. It applies to the toons. Humans, of course," he cast a disdainful glance at the two tigers and their admirer, "Are always welcome."

Todd watched as Rajah's raspy tongue washed over the woman's bare shoulder. She said something to the tigers, got a nod, and stood up. She fed a cartoon bill into a slot in the wall and she and the two great cats slipped through a narrow door that popped open.

As the door swung shut Todd heard a snarl and a startled yelp through the narrowing gap. It clicked firmly closed but he still heard two sets of rhythmic growls start up, nearly drowning out the woman's moans and yelping.

"The back rooms here really need more sound proofing," Shere Khan confided. "And less squeaky beds."

"You sound like you have a problem with humans," Todd observed, trying not to think of what was happening on the far side of the thin wall.

"I was written that way," Shere Khan purred. "My goal in life was pursuit of the man-cub. In the book, I was a man-eater. Disney changed many things, but my dislike of Mowgli did not change."

"Did you ever eat him?" Todd waved at the room full of toons. "Once you got here, I mean. I hear that is safe."

"Many, many times," Shere Khan growled. He paused to lick his chops. "Sadly, no matter how many times I do, he doesn't digest. Toons, you know."

"Do toons often," Todd inclined his head toward the door and the very obvious tigers-with-woman-filling-sandwich sex going on beyond it. "You know."

"Many tourists come here just for that. To meet their 'toon crush', they call it. Those little rooms are here for a reason," Shere Khan purred confidentially. "And they get used every day. The cleaning bill is considerable, I am told."

Todd didn't know if it was the sexy British accent or the two drinks he had in the main bar, but..."Have you ever been someone's toon crush?"

"Oh yes," Khan purred. "I have met many fans." He inclined his head toward the noisy door. "Rajah and Cringer only visit with women. I am more...flexible."

"Flexible enough to follow a fan into a room?"

"I could be convinced," Shere Khan purred. He waited just long enough to not seem an obedient follower before rising to his paws. Todd already had a back room opened and was stripping off his clothes when the great cat followed after.

"Foresighted of you," Shere Khan growled. He pushed the door shut with a hindpaw and was on the now naked Todd in an instant, pulling him from his feet.

"Wait," Todd said. Face down on the floor, he reached for his pants. "I have some -"

"No need," purred the tiger. He pinned Todd to the floor with a forepaw and stepped up over him. "You'll do fine as is."

"But," Todd said, then let out an agonized yelp as Khan crouched to mount him. He had lube in his pants pocket but the barbed tiger cock went up his ass dry and an all too familiar rhythmic growl started up as Khan set to thrusting.

Todd got a glimpse under all three of the big cat tails earlier and not a one had anything there. Toons only had genitals or assholes when they need them and just as Cringer and Rajah had a sudden need for them after following the woman into one of these rooms, Khan's equipment appeared when he mounted Todd. Furry balls bounced off Todd's ass and Khan growled as he set about buggering his latest fan.

The tiger wasn't hung much, if any better than a human. Maybe a bit longer and a bit thinner. Importantly, his cock was equipped with fleshy barbs that slid in readily enough but dragged painfully along Todd's inner flesh with each withdrawal. Todd now knew why female cats screamed during sex and why the woman next door let out that startled yelp when she was mounted. He made much the same sound when Khan went in dry.

A little drunk and, honestly, having come to the bar's back room hoping something like this would happen, Todd got his hand around his own cock and pumped as Shere Khan moved atop him. His opportunity to negotiate the way the sex went ended when the big cat pulled his naked body to the floor and all he could do now was enjoy it.

The good news was that the painful sex was brief. Less than a minute after mounting him the jackhammer thrusting ended with a violent thrust and a snarl. Sharp cartoon fangs grazed his nape as Khan resisted the urge to scruff him and the tiger dismounted, leaving Todd with a sore asshole and a hard cock in his hand.

Todd rolled over and watched the tiger pace back and forth next to him. The room was maybe one tiger wide and two long, with a bed that took up half the space and a toilet in a nook at the end. There was just room for Khan to fuck him on the floor then pace back and forth between him and the wall.

"Do you ever fuck Mowgli?" Todd watched the big cat, sure that the quick fuck would be matched by an equally fast reload. He'd always liked big cats and was close to rubbing one out as five hundred pounds of cartoon tiger brushed against him on the way by.

"Too young," Khan snarled. "Even here, there are rules. I catch him and swallow him. Later, when I am bored of it, I cough him back up. I'd like it to end with the burp, but I take what I can get."

Todd thought. "Wasn't there a live action movie with an older Mowgli?"

"Oh yes," Shere Khan purred. "3D cartoons have their own rules. The humans in them may have some animation added, but they are as human as you are. I met that Mowgli once."

"Once?"

"Once," Khan growled, and he turned and hooked a paw under Todd's knee. Forcing Todd's legs open he stepped in between them and this time mounted him belly to belly. His groin fur rubbed Todd's balls as his barbed cock slid in and again there was the rhythmic growl as he began to thrust.

"Why," Todd panted, and groaned as he came on Khan's fur. Warm semen drooled across his belly and soon he'd have another wad of tiger cum in his ass. Cartoon cum, but cum just the same. "Why just once? Did he run after you fucked him?"

"Oh no," growled Khan, well into his rhythm and slower to climax this time. "He didn't get to run."

His raspy tongue scraped up Todd's chest as he spoke and a forepaw hooked beneath Todd's body, pulling him upward. He was face to face with Khan when the cat's muzzle split in a yawn. Before Todd could do more than blink the paw stuffed him into a tigery maw.

"Hey," Todd protested, for the big cat's fangs scraped painfully along his scalp as his head was taken in. A huge forepaw pulled him up against Shere Khan's furry chest and the big cat arched his back and thrust violently into Todd's asshole. Each thrust slammed their groins together and with his knees hooked over the tiger's haunches Todd was forced into Khan's maw.

"Stop it," Todd pled, and pushed at Khan's chest. Sharp fangs scraped over him as the tiger fucked him into its maw and slimy cartoon gullet expanded to let him in. Each thrust forced him an inch deeper into the cat's maw and throat slime slicked him down for easy swallowing as he slid into the waiting gullet.

There was no resisting the great cat's strength and by the time Khan snarled a full-throated growl of lust and came the tiger was arched up with his head down below his chest. He'd fucked Todd into his maw all the way to the hips and a series of oozing scratches covered the man from his nape all the way down his back.

"I trusted you," Todd mumbled in the slimy darkness of Khan's gullet, but if the cat heard there was no sign. Khan pulled out, sat, and with a heave of his muzzle engulfed Todd's rump. Slimy gullet shifted around him and Todd's face squeezed through a muscular sphincter into a hot caustic place that could only be the tiger's stomach.

"He only got to meet the adult Mowgli once," Todd thought as Khan snapped his jaws, bolting him in to the knees. "This is why." Khan swallowed, snapped his jaws shut over a set of naked human feet, and swallowed again. Todd felt the bulge of man move through the tiger's neck and chest as he slid heavily, helplessly into Shere Khan's stomach.

There was nothing left to do but claw futilely at the slimy walls. With a last gulp his feet slid in to join him and he felt Khan climb up onto the narrow bed, flop onto his side and let out a smug belch.

He made a substantial bulge in Khan's middle but unlike cartoon Mowgli he wasn't immune to the tiger's stomach acids. Already they stung him all over and more was flowing in from the moment. Bit by bit they displaced the air and with a series of diminishing burps Khan vented the air swallowed with him. Todd was left wriggling in a hot cauldron of dripping acid. It stung worst on his scratches and stretched asshole but that was just the start.

It never occurred to him that being eaten by a toon might be dangerous. It happened among toons all the time. Only now did he realize that what was merely play among toons might be fatal for a human. Cartoon Mowgli would just twiddle his thumbs in here until his nemesis lost interest and coughed him back up. Todd's remains, like live action Mowgli's, would escape from Khan's body only after a trip through the big cat's bowels. Conveniently, he'd stripped to fuck the cat. There would be no wad of clothing to cough up or shoe to lodge in the cartoon tiger's intestine.

"Jerk," Todd muttered as he breathed in the last sips of air. "I hope you get trampled by buffalo.".

He could wriggle and fight, but it would get him nowhere. With nothing more dangerous than his fingernails to attack the tiger from within, he was just a lump of meat and bone waiting to be digested. Shere Khan was settling down for a post-meal nap when Todd kicked his last.

Two hours later Shere Khan rose from the bed, belched up a last bubble of air that somehow survived until now in his guts, and pawed the door open. His soft belly sloshed as he made his way back into the bar's back room. Acids had made a good start at breaking down his latest human meal but it would take a whole day to digest and pass the last of whatever-his-name-was.

In the back room again, he noted the large dog-shaped bulge in Master Viper's coils and the absence of the cartoon dalmatian at the table. Toon on toon predation is harmless and eventually Viper would regurgitate her meal. He didn't know if it was good natured fun or a hungry attack that resulted in the bulge and didn't ask.

A meal of toon is filling but it wasn't satisfying to a predatory cat like himself. He only ate, and later spat out other toons when they irritated him or, as with Mowgli, ones he had a long standing grudge against.

Rajah and Cringer were back at their spot with yet a different tourist woman. Neither showed the bulge of a human meal and they were too good natured to take one without serious provocation. They'd emptied their balls into the last one until they exhausted her or she had her fill, and now they were working on getting the next one into a private room so they could do it again.

A familiar figure sat where he'd started the evening and Shere Khan nodded to the black panther.

"Bah," Shere Khan purred, and plopped his butt down next to Bagheera. His heavy belly spread out under his weight and the shape of a human face bulged momentarily through his fur. Even with the flesh digested away there was no mistaking the hollow eyeholes of a human skull.

"You are grumpy for someone who just had a meal," Bagheera observed. He had been inside Khan a dozen or more times, not to mention pinned down and mounted when the tiger was in the mood and managed to catch him, but their mutual dislike didn't mean they lacked common interests. Both were very happy to take a human to a private place and end the meeting with a burp. They did it different ways, Bagheera via guile and Khan by brute force, but the end result was the same. A squirming middle and a smug belch that tasted of tourist.

"Eh," grumbled Khan. He waved a dismissive paw at Cringer and Rajah, who appeared to have just about convinced their new human friend to be the filling in a tiger sandwich. Very soon now the familiar startled yelp and rhythmic growling would emerge from one of the back rooms.

"Meeting tourists is always a learning experience," Shere Khan purred, and paused to lick his chops. "I learn that there are still overly trusting humans in the world, and they learn that some cartoon tigers are still tigers."