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JAWSOME STREAMS

by Alice Clawford

Commission for Animo Nanimo

Life in the city of Meowtopia was a busy one. A city that was always awake, for it had to be to accommodate the lifestyle of it's citizens. Meowtopia did not discriminate. It catered to all who needed it, all who entered and all who wanted to survive and thrive. Some woke up early in the morning, and some did the majority of their living beneath the light of the moon at night.

The city didn't just account for the time it's citizens were awake. In fact, it catered to everything. Size, type, shape, colour, disability, and many other life changing qualities one might have. It was a feat thought to be impossible, and yet, the city accomplished it. Though not all could mix together and function well, for an elephant would be frightened to death should they wonder to the mouse block, or cause catastrophic damage to those living in the marsupial district. And a hedgehog would not be able to climb the steps of a tower that belonged to the large mammals like giraffes. Cats would not dare go into the water zone where hippos and crocodiles often dwell, and a penguin would run for the hills away from the desert area where many reptiles lived happily.

Buildings of all shapes and sizes were built to help those thrive in their environments. Wood, stone, built into living trees or towering modern buildings of glass and steel.

Theodore felt privileged to be adaptable enough that he could venture into most of the zones of Meowtopia. The desert area gave him the hardest time, as his fur's summer coat would still not shed enough for him to not bake alive, and he felt uncomfortable in the arctic cold zone as he didn't enjoy the cold despite his thick fur. Being a wolf gave him a lot of advantages. He was the perfectly average in height compared to say, the tiny mouse and a giant elephant. He could walk around buildings in the giant zone without an issue, and he was careful enough that the marsupial zone gave him very little trouble too.

Today found Theodore heading towards that very zone, towards the tiny city block of Miniapolis. The tallest building of this city reached his shoulder, that was their skyscraper that probably belonged to someone more rich than Theodore himself. For the rest of the city, it was a mass of terrace houses, some buildings stacked on top of one another with ladders down the sides to climb and bridges for trains and cars alike. Each time, Theodore felt a giant when he looked to the city, and stepping into it, he felt larger than before.

Today was the day. His phone camera was ready to go. Though not immediately impressive, his phone was worth half his life. Without it, he knew he'd really struggle. It brought him money that he otherwise thought was impossible. The kinds of fortune he would never have found in any job he would try for. Retail was an unending nightmare for his psyche, customer support drained his soul, and he didn't feel smart enough to work a desk job worth a damn. He hadn't reached the heights like the special few had, the top tier who could follow their dreams and didn't necessarily have to worry too much about the algorithm, but he made enough that he wasn't living paycheck to paycheck. And he intended to keep it that way.

With a smile, Theodore got his phone out ready. Finding a good spot, Theodore grinned, then pressed the live button. The red light turned on his phone camera, indicating he was live and he could already see the chat beneath was already starting to become active.

"Hello, hello. One, two, three. Testing. How do I sound?" Theodore spoke to the camera, needing to test that the microphone was picking up his speech, before he began his opening line. Once he got going, he stepped into his role and everything else around him fizzled out into background noise that he barely paid much attention to.

The chat began to move faster, most saying a simple hello, or yo, and other such variations. Many said yes good, and Theodore pulled his lips back further, showing off his sharp fangs. After all, that's what his viewers wanted. They were long, polished and sharp and he took great care of keeping them in good shape, for they too helped bring him money.

"Hi hello there my beautiful friends! Welcome, I hope you are all doing fangtastic today, I know I sure am." Theodore adds a wiggle of his eyebrows, teasing his viewers, and he knew it did the trick when a bunch of heart emojis, hearts in the eye emojis and sweat ones began to flood the chat. This was his vibe, this was where he belonged, entertaining an audience, and he knew how to treat them well and how to give them what they wanted. "Welcome to Jawsome Bites, a place to come and share a meal time with me, your host, Theodore." After saying his name, the wolf stretched out his arm and gestured to the city he was in, where some nearby mice had stopped to watch what the giant canine was filming, or what it was about.

"Today I am in Miniapolis District, home to the tiniest of critter kind! Meowtopia is honestly one of the most amazing places to live in, a place where anyone is welcome, big or small. I'm sure many of you viewers live here, right?" There was always a slight delay, but the resounding amount of 'yes's and '100%' pop up a few seconds later confirmed his feelings. A lot of his fans could be living only a couple of districts away, or even a couple of blocks away.

"And I just love the look of this district. Tiny houses, and their skyscrapers almost reach as tall as me! It's actually an amazing feat of engineering, and adorable." Theodore gave a little aww, for added dramatic effect. "Oh, but that's not why we are here, is it dear viewers? No, of course not! If you didn't know, I have a Pawtreon, link down below, and last week we had a poll on where to go next for our filmed meal times. And wouldn't you know, Miniapolis district won! So, we are here today, viewers, and we already have a small crowd gathering!" Theodore turned, and indeed there was already. Quite a few mice kept close, some brave enough to almost be right under his feet, looking up at him with curiosity.

One even seemed to have the courage to talk and ask. "Excuse me, sir, what are you filming?"

"Oh, I'm a livestreamer, you're live right now as you can see and I'm not only filming the wonders of Miniapolis district, but also a meal time that my viewers have kindly voted and donated to." Theodore flashed a toothy grin, his sharp fangs shining in anticipation.

"A meal time?" The mouse asked, confused. He was dressed in a suit, possibly on his break from work and carried a tiny suitcase the size of one of Theodore's claws. He was a lovely white mouse, with a pink nostril and cute whiskers Theodore was desperate to stroke. "I don't think any of our cafes or restaurants could do enough food for you."

Theodore had to laugh, though he tried not to do so rudely. He always liked to be polite, he didn't want to be one of those livestreamers best he could. "Sorry, I apologise. No, that's not what I meant. Even though, I'm sure your restaurant chefs and baristas are very good! No, I mean I'm going to be sampling some of the residents that live or work here. Would you like to volunteer?"

"Oh. Uh. Sure?" The mouse squeaked, though it sounded as if he had no idea what he had just agreed to. And he continued to be clueless, as Theodore reached down and picked the mouse up from the back of his shirt. "Hey!" He protested half heartedly, dropping his suitcase on the floor, some papers flying out as it clanged against the floor. Theodore held the mouse up, near to his snout.

He turns his head to the phone he had kept held up the entire time, steady as he could, still filming. "What do you think, dear viewers? He seems like a tasty first morsel, and he looks like he could do with a few hours of missing his job."

With that final sentence, it had the mouse looking a little less worried. "Oh, I mean, I couldn't exactly stop you eating me."

Theodore turned to look back to the mouse with a smile. "Of course not! And see, I'm filming, they know you're not faking it. What's with missing a day or two of work for this? I think you deserve a nice break!"

"Well, I am really overworked right now..."

"I think we should give him a nice break chat, what do you think?"

The mouse looked to the phone and was astonished to see how fast the chat was flying by. Some with words, 'yes eat him!' or with pictures of what looked like big open mouths, with saliva dripping from them. In his head, he pondered, getting some slight second thoughts, wondering if a break from his job was really worth this.

Unfortunately, the mouse hesitated too long, and Theodore took this hesitation as nerves, for he had once had the same reaction before. Knowing that hundreds of eyes were watching him, judging his every move, but soon he learnt about what his fans wanted from him. Freezing up was the worst thing you could do, and so he learnt to improvise if he ever got stuck. Now, he felt like a pro.

With the mouse frozen in nervousness, Theodore held the mouse over his head, and opened his mouth wide. His tongue stuck out, saliva dripping between his teeth, a burst of hot air hit the mouse, causing him to squeak in surprise.

"Oh my! Maybe it's not worth it, I could just work instead." Words flew out of his mouth quickly, his large front teeth causing him to lisp slightly as the nerves got the better of him. A guttural sound boomed out of the giant maw of Theodore, and the mouse began to struggle, though it was useless. Down he went, slowly but surely, like a trap waiting to snap at him, he descended closer and closer into the black cavern beneath him.

Then, a giant tongue pressed against him. The mouse squeaked, as he was suddenly dropped onto the tongue, but quickly found himself pushed and pulled beneath the muscle. His fur was soaked immediately, a hot dampness sticking to him like slime, and he could just see daylight in front of him, unreachable.

Then, he saw the camera. The chat going wild, pictures of aubergines, sweat drops, tongues, maws, teeth and words that expressed pleasure in his misfortune. Or, perhaps his fortune, as he found himself relaxing inexplicably. He was trapped, unable to escape, and it felt like his body and mind knew that and... not so much gave up, but accepted that and was okay with it.

As he was thinking that, the tongue began to move. It was slow, grinding, pushing and pulling. His head fell forward, down against the bottom of Theodore's mouth, then pulled up as the tongue pressed down against him. He must've been visible to the camera, as he could see the phone screen, but some of it soon got covered up by the teeth, but he could see the camera itself. The machine parts focusing on him, and all of Theodore's fans who were clearly loving his performance. He felt a shudder down his spine, one of pleasure he didn't expect.

With that, his trousers absolutely soaked and sticking to his fur, he felt himself harden below, his cock brushing against the ridges and imperfections of Theodore's mouth. He felt another shudder, stronger, as the tongue then twisted him around to be on his back. He was pushed forward, his head pressing against the back of the wolf's teeth and, finally, the first sound of pleasure became audible by the camera as said wolf's tongue brushed and pushed down the mouse's crotch. Though Theodore's mouth was full, so he couldn't say a word, a deep growl reverberated down his throat, shaking the mouse and only adding to his over stimulation.

The mouse wished he could've taken his trousers off, to really get a feel for that magnificent and athletic tongue, yet he found his limbs were like lead. He was helpless, unable to move as the tongue assaulted him, again and again, pressing, pulling, twisting. Several times, the tongue pressed hard against his crotch, his hard on very obvious now, and his squeaks of pleasure were heard clearly into the microphone. His prayer's were finally answered, as a ping of a donation sounded, and glancing at the popup, the mouse saw the demand for his trousers to be removed.

That was when the tongue somehow managed to dip itself beneath the waistband of his trousers, pulling them down and after brushing his cock, finally freeing him from the confines of his clothing. Then, to give his supporters the best view, the wolf's tongue pressed beneath his cock, leaving it on display in it's glorious soaked form. Groaning with pleasure, the mouse turned his head away, making sure his long nose wouldn't block the view, and with another slide up and down, he found himself coming undone with a squeak and a moan. Small ribbons of white burst up, landing right on Theodore's tongue, and the mouse had a moment to collect himself and see his finish.

Before the tongue pressed into him, his own cum pushed into his fur, before the tongue flicked him up and over, sliding down the tongue and into the darkness below.

The camera recorded it all, the audience watching in amazement, curiosity and, of course, lust, as the mouse came, and slid down the throat of the hungry wolf. Pulling the camera back slightly and down, after licking his chops, a small lump could be seen where the mouse had slid down and got caught. Humming and giving off almost purring sounds, the wolf brought his free paw up to his throat and massaged it, rubbing up and down as if to encourage the mouse down. After failing that, Theodore brought his paw to the lump, pressing down on it and eagle eyed viewers watched as the lump wriggled very slightly, before sliding and disappearing down the throat.

Once gone, Theodore licked his lips again, making satisfied noises at the meal he had just eaten.

"Mmmm, that was delicious, and he was really enjoying himself, right chat? Did you enjoy that too?" He wriggled his eyebrows again, his tongue still out and tasting the saltiness of the mouse. The chat was going wild, and some others were quiet (Theodore could make a good guess as to why). "Thank you to RingTailedBat for the donation and I do so hope you enjoyed that show! But I'm not done yet, there are plenty more who are waiting."

With that, Theodore looked down, to see a crowd of mice who had watched. Some in horror, some in fascination, some were simply confused, pondering if they had really seen what they thought.

"Who's next?" Theodore asked the crowd, and most of them remained silent. Bar one, who tentatively raised an arm. Another worker, one with drooping ears and a half chewed tail, brown fur and still managed to wear a suit that fit him well. Theodore picked the mouse up with glee, happy to have a volunteer and one that, to him, seemed to have some experience as well. "What do we think, chat? What kind of fun things would this mouse like?"

The mouse waved his hand, his expression didn't seem to change much as he seemed resigned to his fate. "That was my colleague, didn't know he was into this type of stuff. Besides, I deserve a break too."

"Of course, don't blame you in the slightest, my friend." Theodore smiled, as other mice watched cautiously, scared yet intrigued.

Another ding came through, a chime of sorts, and Theodore grinned. "Thank you Mouskateer for the ten dollar donation! I think that is a perfect fit."

"What?" The mouse's head turned, trying to see the phone screen to see what the chat member had said, but he was moved away. He was brought forward, danging by his shirt, and then he was dropped. There was a moment of fear, his stomach dropped, then he was caught again, this time by his tail. He swung, feeling slightly nauseous watching the world spin as he swung, and looked down to see the open maw of Theodore. His teeth were huge, almost the size of him alone, and he gave a shudder to think what those teeth had done before in the past.

He wasn't given much time to think, as he was lowered down quite fast, laid on top of his tongue like a sandwich, and then his mouth come down, his tail still sticking out of the wolf's mouth. He swung it, trying to wriggle out of this confinement, but to no avail.

For the camera, it recorded the tail swishing back and forth, twisting this way and that of the struggling poor mouse. Letting the camera capture enough and teasing his viewers enough, Theodore then slowly and loudly, slurped up the tail of the mouse. The tail itself wriggled wildly, slowly disappearing inside the lips of the wolf, and disappearing quickly out of sight. Theodore then put the phone right by his throat as he gulped as loudly as he could, making sure his audience could hear the liquid running down his throat, along with the tasty morsel he had just swallowed.

"Oooh... that one was rather sweet, didn't expect that." Theodore licked his lips loudly once again, eyes closed in pleasure as he overacted for his fans.

The mice around him began to panic, some squealing in fear, others didn't want to become the next one to get a trip where, so far, the other two mice had not returned from. And the few didn't want to be on camera.

"Oh, this just makes the meal tastier, doesn't it chat? When they start to run away?" The chat seemed to agree, many comments spurring the wolf on to give chase, to grab and to swallow whole. However, Theodore really only acted on donations, as his chat sometimes moved so fast he could barely keep up. He had moderators, like every streamer should to make sure bad words were not uttered, or any verbal abuse etc, but that was their main job, to get rid of those looking only for trouble. Those that didn't need any attention or the time of day that they so clearly desired.

Giving chase, Theodore managed to grab a handful of mice, some of them falling from his paws back onto the ground, but the fall didn't seem to bother them much as they fled quickly again. Another donation pinged on his chat, and Theodore gave a wink to the chat as he was very happy to oblige in the orders of the donator.

"Thanks Chickfilla for the twenty dollars! Very generous of you! And I think that is a sound idea! These two look like they need some alone time together, I do agree." Having only kept two mice in his hand, the wolf flung them in the direction of his mouth, opening it wide to catch them on his tongue. One a black and white peppered spotted mouse, the other a brown speckled one, wearing tourist attire, they held paws together as they were flung. The black and white one managed to grab hold of one of Theodore's fangs, whilst keeping a strong hold of their partner and making sure that they would not fall into the depths below.

"Hang on! I'll get us out!" They said, bravely holding on for dear life. However, Theodore's fangs were slippery, and they felt their paws beginning to slide. "No!" They looked up, watching helplessly as their grip began to slowly loosen. Beneath them, their partner squeaked and struggled.

"Below us!" They cried, tail swishing in an attempt to get away from the slowly approaching doom. Within the maw of Theodore, his tongue was lifting like a Kaiju waking from a slumber. Like a tendril lifting from the deep depths of the sea, it rose and slowly coiled its way around the first mouse. "Get away! Oh gross!" Their shouts only encouraged the chat, though they could see only glimpses of what was happening from their angle, they continued to watch as the tongue wrapped around the first mouse, trapping them between flesh. The second mouse looked down, hearing their partner's cry and tried their best to lift up their companion. However, their strength wasn't enough. Their paw slipped from the fang, dropping them both as they tried to lift up their partner, and both landed into the coils of the tongue. Both were immediately covered in saliva, both bodies were pressed against one another, soaked through their clothes and fur matting. Tails twisted together, holding on for dear life together, as the tongue forced them to push against one another, grinding and squeezing tightly. The mice closed their eyes, waiting for it to end, yet at the same time denying that there was some pleasure to be had in this, for the pair of them to be forced together in ways they couldn't before, without the help of the tongue.

It wasn't to last, as the wolf soon grew bored of doing this, and flicked his tongue. Both mice, thoroughly exhausted and given up the fight, slid down the throat of the wolf, paws holding tightly to one another even as they slid down below.

Theodore let out an appreciative sigh as he swallowed the mice together, tapping his belly as if he had satiated a deep hunger.

"That was delicious. I love eating couples, they are just so sweet and filling. And they get to join one another, it's just lovely and romantic!" He smiled again, then looked around him for other meals he could grab quickly before he would have to cut the stream. He would not have long left, before it would be wise to vacate the area, and so he had to make the choice wisely.

There, in the corner of his eye, he spotted another mouse trying to hide, yet failing to do so. He reached out, grabbing the mouse by the tail and the mouse quickly fell into expletives, fists swinging this way and that.

"Whoa, got a nice spicy one here, chat. What do you think we should treat him to, hm?" The wolf teased his chat, his voice drawling and eyebrows raising in suggestion.

"You large folks, always think you own the whole fucking world!" The mouse screeched, fangs glistening in anger as his fists went flying, trying to get the giant mammal to let go of him. "Showing off and marching your huge size all around, pushing any smaller folk aside! Fuck you! You arrogant-!"

"Whoa! Please, you don't want to give Jawsome Bites a strike, do you? The streaming sites are very particular about certain words being used, I don't want to get demonetised." Theodore explained to the mouse, who didn't seem too keen on listening or sympathetic to the canine's issue.

"Demonetised!? I couldn't give a rat's arse about that! You're fucking eating people! You fucking lunatic!"

Theodore winced a little, more because of how high pitched the mouse was beginning to screech, his anger knew no bounds, and the wolf was beginning to regret his choice of next subject. However, he had a limited amount of time left, and he didn't want to appear weak in front of his viewers. Taking a glance at the chat, most of the people behind the screens were smashing out words, some derogatory, which the mods were quick to settle and get rid of, others were putting through suggestions to chomp down and bite. Which, Theodore did not do. He never intentionally hurt anyone in that way, he had his set boundaries, and that was a hard line he would stick to. Some came in the form of donations too.

"Ah, sorry Nuggetest, we don't do that here. I'm happy to refund your donation later, but if you read the rules, it clearly states that I will not do it, even for a huge donation. Sorry."

"Do what? What?" The mouse glared, athletic enough he was able to lift his body and actually glare at the tall wolf. Theodore had to admire this mouse, this tenacious and fearless mouse. Either that, or this has happened to him before and he seemed less keen. Or he hated large mammals. Either one was true.

A donation pinged on the chat. Taking a glance, finally there was one that came through and gave a demand that Theodore was happy to meet. It was pushing the boundaries, but if he was very careful, it would be doable within his morals.

"Wow, quite the frisky one, DolphinDuo, but I can happily give that a try for you. Thank you for your donation! I only hope our friend will enjoy it just as much, maybe it'll change his tune about us 'big folk'". Theodore rose a brow again for a moment, then looked to the raging furball between his paws.

"Don't you touch me. I don't care if you're getting paid for this, get a better job, dog." The mouse hissed and the wolf growled. That was a low blow, even for this angry mouse, and Theodore found that his patience with this rodent was wearing thin. So, he went for it.

Grabbing the mouse within his paws, he held onto the mouse tight and grinned, bearing his sharp teeth but kept them firmly closed.

"Don't you dare! Let me go, I've already called the police! You freak!" He continued to blare out expletives, swearing and shouting words Theodore sure hoped wouldn't get him in trouble on his platforms. He really needed the money, though his donations would still come through, he'd hoped he'd be able to strike some money from advertisements, maybe even score a sponsorship if he was so lucky!

Nevertheless, he continued, bringing the mouse right to his fangs, and then pressing the head of the mouse right to his teeth. It felt strange, though he was barely able to feel much of it, but the mouse on the other hand, seemed to shut up after a moment. His fur pressed against the sharp fangs, saliva lathering up against his fur, quickly ruffling it and thrusting it in all directions. It wasn't unlike being pressed up against a wall, only the wall felt much smoother and slippery, in terms of texture. The wolf pressed him across the teeth, every so often he felt a sudden sharpness poke at his side, at his whiskers, at his face as between the teeth wasn't aligned properly. The mouse felt the sharpness of the tips of the fangs, sometimes above and sometimes below. The canines of this canine felt especially sharp and long, his side almost stung in pain as it poked and scratched at him as he was pressed into the wall of white. He felt utterly helpless, and yet it caged him in. The rage now stopped, pressed down and captured. He felt himself not so much calming down, but that the fiery rage had nowhere to go, nothing else to burn, and so was simmering down, leaving him empty. Or, rather, he felt it burning down elsewhere. Pressed against what may as well be a wall, the wolf then pressed the entirety of the mouse against his fangs. Belly flat against the teeth, the mouse breathed and moaned as he felt he was being pressed against two walls. One of paws, and one of teeth. He could not move, could not breathe too deeply, he was utterly trapped.

Then, as he was coming to terms with what he believed to soon be his final moments, the wolf released the mouse a little bit, just enough the mouse could breathe fully again and take in breaths of air, relieving him from his cage. It would not last long, as Theodore would then open his fangs, and a tongue rose from the cavern and pressed against the mouse.

It woke the mouse up a little, enough that he began struggling once again, but it was half hearted at best. In one swipe, the tongue licked the whole of the mouse's body, from below his waist, to the tip of his snout. A long groan left the small rodent, as much as he tried to hide and deny it, he was shivering and utterly powerless. He collapsed, down onto the waiting tongue of the wolf, as if it were his bed and he fell down onto it after a long ordeal. The mouse that was once an angry, fiery spitball, now reduced to a slathering, wet rodent that no longer fought and had given up to his fate.

Taking in deep breaths, the mouse laid there, his eyes turning to watch the camera of the phone still recording him. He did nothing, as the fangs slowly began to close around him, taking the light slowly away with it. He shivered, watching as the world was closed off to him.

As soon as it had, a sloshing noise and a rush of saliva rushed into the mouth, covering him entirely and pushing him down the tongue, down to the back of the throat and taking him to meet the rest of his unfortunate, or fortunate, brethren.

Theodore gulped, licking his lips one last time, before giving a wink and a wave.

"Man, I'm so full now! What an exciting adventure that was! I hope you all enjoyed, my dear viewers! A big thank you to everyone who donated, and thank you to all of my pawtreons, who without them, I wouldn't be able to dedicate near as much time as finding some interesting lunch and playing with my food, for all of you to enjoy watching! I hope you have a fantastic day, and I have been your host, Theodore of Jawsome Bites! Catch you again next time for another mealsome time!"

With that, he turned off the recording, and looked around him. The mice had all scattered, and in the distance he heard the sounds of sirens.

Uh oh.

With that, it gave him the incentive to quickly dash and leave. He might have to leave it a little longer again before he made a return visit, but for now, he felt satisfied enough to last a while.