A threnody for poor Tannis
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This story is about Tannis, a coyote unable to die and living out this gift through the unholy pleasure of being devoured over and over. But after losing his dearest friend to his addiction Tannis is unable to live with himself anymore, literally or not.This story contains: vore, gay, gore, death, group, sex, oral, penile, violence, torture
A threnody for poor Tannis.
Burdened growls and grunts of pleasure fill the late evening's air as the many members of the Predator's Club stand around a rather large sized kitsune whom is eagerly thrusting his hips up owards the source of his pleasure. A coyote is stuffed into the kitsune's maw to the waist, hanging down with the razor sharp fangs sticking deeply into his flesh as he grasps the vulpine's slender long cock and sucks it with vigor. Tannis is the coyote's name, and as opposed to many prey he enjoys the pain and experience of death, his penis rigid and throbbing as it pulses against his assailant's tongue in the large maw, he is even able to feel the kitsune's heartbeat through the slimy thick tongue on the underside of his cock. The predator hunches a little more, his furry balls drawing up in his sack as he whimpers and clenches his jaw just the slightest, causing his fangs to sink a little deeper into Tannis' body and piercing the coyote's organs. Blood wells out of the wounds like water, running over the large tongue and into the throat of the hungry furry predator.
Tannis feels the darkness closing in, everything getting blurry in his vision as he desperately suckles on the munching beast's penis, finally rewarded with his treat as the pulsing tip starts spewing a salty load of semen down the coyote's throat. It tastes so good and divine, Tannis forgets for a second that his intestines are damaged beyond healing and gobbles the seed down like the tasty treat it is. Losing his strength, Tannis' hands release the still throbbing shaft and feels himself lifted up as the kitsune prepares to swallow his meal. The coyote feels his body slide off the razor sharp fangs, blood pumping out of his body by his own heartbeat. The very last thing he sees, with a smile on his face, is his friend Rodent stuffed in a large equine's penis. The rat's hind legs struggle as his not-so-herbivore-like predator pushes a finger into Rodent's anus to force the prey down the stallion's urethra entirely. Then, everything just turns black in front of Tannis' eyes and he slips away into the soothing warmth of the kitsune's throat. The sound of masturbating predators is loudly audible until every nerve in the coyote's body stops working and his body finds its demise inside the kitsune's stomach.
The very next day, Tannis himself wakes up in his own bed, stretching his arms and legs as he yawns with the morning sleepiness still in his eyes. The coyote jumps out of bed, his forearms and lower leg fur brown instead of the otherwise grey that coats his body so smoothly, forming a rather pretty contrast. The fur on the bridge of his nose to his forehead is brown too, as well as his slightly long ears. It is a miracle that the happy little coyote is still very alive, even though a hungry predator has devoured him yesterday. A couple of months ago, Tannis was attacked by a predator whom had succeeded to eat him and of course Tannis thought this would surely be the end as he slid down that slimy warm throat towards the acid filled stomach. The next he could remember, Tannis was back home in bed and at first he thought he had dreamed the whole ordeal, but running into the same confused predator again he immediately found out it wasn't just a dream as he was devoured once more. He really could defy death and soon found out that the urge to be eaten was intensively arousing and that he needed to experience it more and more, like an addiction. Fortunately Tannis didn't need to wait for a random hungry furry or beast to come along as he found the Predator's Club, a club specializing in training their members the fine arts of the hunt and savoring every kill, they even hold contests with previously caught prey.
The members of the club were very surprised and delighted by Tannis' exceptional ability. Soon he was their favorite training prey, allowing the rookies to swallow the coyote as much as they needed to before they got it right, which saved the senior members lots of time flocking out to find fresh prey. It wasn't long before Tannis needed to share his secret with a friend and he confided his gift to Rodent, a rat and his best friend. Of course Rodent didn't believe Tannis at first but when he witnessed in agonizing fear how his buddy was eaten and how he re-spawned the next day, seeds of curiosity and fascination were planted. Countless times Rodent had witnessed the gruesome yet strangely arousing deed of his best friend being swallowed, chewed, cooked and eaten... until the rat couldn't take it any longer and jumped right into the fray with Tannis last night. He needed to experience the joy, the ultimate pleasure that the coyote was experiencing so many times, and he has done so yesterday.
Tannis freshens up and eats his breakfast, eager to go over to Rodent's house and ask him all about his experiences being eaten, the coyote hopes his rat friend had just as wonderful a time as he himself has every single time over and over again. Dressing up nicely to keep the creeping chill of the incoming winter out of his fur, Tannis leaves his home and heads over to Rodent's place. Knocking the door loudly doesn't seem to get him any reaction however and so the coyote is forced to peek in through the windows to catch a glimpse of his friend, but he isn't to be seen anywhere. A little chill crawls up Tannis' spine all the way to his neck, an uncomfortable feeling dawning upon him as an invisible hand clenches his heart. He rushes off to the spots he knows Rodent's most prone to be, but Tannis just can't find him anywhere which leaves him only the Predator's Club as a possible option, maybe his rat buddy is already being eaten once more to experience that wonderful feeling of defying death.
Arriving at the scene of the crime though, Tannis is let in by the very kitsune that ate him last night and presented with a cold beer in the lounge of the club, "Hello Tannis, last night was awesome once more. Great job tickling my tongue with your squirting penis as you slid down my throat by the way, I enjoyed that very much!"The coyote shifts a little in his seat as he carefully sips the beer, not wanting them to poison him before he could ask if they've had seen his friend:"I'm glad, friend. Actually I'm looking for Rodent, he finally took the plunge for the first time last night and I need to talk to him, have you seen him?"The kitsune and some of the other club members sitting nearby to listen to the conversation remain awkwardly silent, their eyes crossing each other's as the vulpine rather coldly states that they haven't seen Rodent since he was pushed into the horse's cock the day before. Tannis' ears drop down into his neck as he hears the carnivore state the rather obvious fact that they've never seen anyone except for Tannis himself being immune to death. The predators had assumed Rodent was the same since he was Tannis' friend. Tears start to well up in Tannis' eyes and he jumps up before running outside, away from this place of death, leaving the predators in their mild amusement of the situation.
Tannis runs and keeps running, until his feet hurt so much they grow blisters and he has to sit down to cry it all out of his system. Rodent is gone, he has caused the death of his oldest and dearest friend, it's all his fault. The sobbing coyote crawls to a small puddle of water at the side of the road and looks down into it to see his own facial reflection against the darkening sky, dusk falling as a cover over the landscape. A face of deep grief and self-disgust stares back at Tannis, the eyes filled with anger and hatred, hatred for the abomination that enjoyed defying death in perverted pleasure so much that he didn't stop to think about the others around him. A fist lands on the water's surface and Tannis helplessly starts hitting everything around him, including his own face and body, clawing and bruising his fur and skin. After a few minutes of furious tantrum, the coyote lies down panting, a gash in his cheek leaking drops of blood and a swollen eye. He sits upright and wipes the blood away as best as he can, taking a decision:"Rodent... I will not rest until I join you in death. Hopefully then I can apologize before taken to the shadowy place where I belong."Tannis stands up and starts walking home, the pain in his feet, limbs and heart overpowering but his resolution keeping the tired body standing.
The next couple of days, the coyote spends intensively in search for furs that can help him find release in death, other than being eaten since that obviously won't work. Eventually Tannis finds the address of a shady inn where the police frequently has to investigate for dead bodies being found in the vicinity of, a gathering place for sailors mostly. So the coyote decides to write a few letters to a couple of people explaining his situation, leaving them on his kitchen table as he pulls on his coat and leaves for the bad side of town. And sure enough, Tannis hasn't barely set foot into bad territory yet or he finds a couple of burly furs beating up someone, wanting the victim's money. These people will just injure him badly, not kill him, so Tannis quickly moves on the alleys to the bar. Entering the smokey den of filth and noise, the coyote sets himself down at a rather unclean table and nervously taps his fingers on the surface of it. For the first in a very long time he experiences fear, he doesn't want to die but feels it's not more than right since he should've died that first time he was eaten. At least, if he had died then he couldn't have taken his dear friend Rodent with him.
A female rat waitress steps over to Tannis' table, clearly uninterested as she glares at him:"What's your poison, scrawny?"Assuming she wants to know what he wants to drink, Tannis orders something strong:"... and if you can get me some information, I'd be very willing to give you a big tip..."The coyote flashes a couple of bills of money and the waitress' attention is immediately drawn, looking around at all the sweaty, unclean customers as they shout, gamble and fight with each other, "You're new here so I'll give you a heads up, scrawny. People asking for information in here end up pretty dead, understood?"Tannis can't help but smile and slowly nods:"That's what I'm here for. I need someone experienced to end my life."The female rat waitress' eyebrow raises so high it almost disappears under her hair, looking the coyote over as if he's had too many bonks on the noggin'. She looks around once more and then leaves. Tannis almost thinks he blew it but soon enough the rat girl returns with his beverage, clenching the cigarette in her mouth as she leans over to whisper:"Backdoor, be there in 10 minutes. Bring my tip."
So as instructed, Tannis patiently waits for ten minutes, not touching the raunchy drink presented to him before getting up and walking to the back of the bar. Lots of eyes follow him, he looks so fragile that many consider just robbing the hell out of Tannis right then and there but they know better than to touch him as long as there are others right there to rob them as well. The slightly shivering coyote reaches the backdoor and enters through it after giving the waitress her money. The only thing he notices is the darkness, a single light illuminating a table and chair in real gangster style Tannis just stands there with fear in his heart. A single "Sit." is uttered and the coyote quickly does as said, looking into the direction of the sound, "I prefer not to be seen until I know you're a customer and a not a cop. So start by handing over your coat and undressing."Tannis doesn't protest and starts stripping, handing over his clothes as he hears someone roughly searching them for wires, guns and whatnot. The coyote is then instructed to bend over the chair and his underwear is pulled down, two rubber covered fingers roughly being shoved inside his tail hole to search for anything conspicuous.
He turns out clean and is returned his clothes, the voice continuing:"So you're looking for someone to assassinate yours truly? Too scared or lazy to do it yourself?"Tannis scrapes his throat after clumsily putting on his clothes again:"I'm having a little difficulty, you see, I've been eaten for many times. And I keep re-appearing at home in bed. I don't know what to do..."The voice remains quiet and suddenly a huge bulldog fur steps into the light, looking quite pissed off:"You think this is a joke, kid? Don't you dare waste my time!"Tannis quickly retrieves a little paper with a number, along with many pictures of himself being eaten in perverted orgies back at the Predator's Club:"No no, sir. It's true, you can call them and see for yourself. I have this curse where I respawn when I'm eaten, it's tearing my soul apart and I need relief. Please help me."The coyote almost begs and tries to hold back his tears as he hands over the photographs and number, thinking about what he did to Rodent just hurts so much. Holding the pictures up to the light, the bulldog quickly glances at them all, then at the number but crumbles the little paper in his hand:"Alright, I'm convinced. And you need me to kill you whilst you cannot be killed? Do you have the cash for that?"
"I can give you my life savings and ownership to everything I own which you can do with as you please, it's not that much but please help me. If it's any consolation, you can kill me however you want, that should count for something, no?"The bulldog looks at the pictures again, the orgy of blood, flesh and semen clearly stirring something in his pants as he grumbles:"Meet me at this address the day after tomorrow, don't be late or we walk."He hands Tannis a little paper with an address and then leaves, the coyote gathering himself too and walking out as well.
The next couple of days are excruciating for the tormented coyote, the bulldog and his associates are attempting everything in their arsenal. They record everything for the usage of snuff films, even though Tannis' naked violated body disappears after every attempt on his life and ends up back home. Drowning with electrocution doesn't work, covering him in sweetness and releasing flesh eating ants and hungry feral dogs doesn't work, bathing the howling coyote in acid doesn't work, ... nothing they've tried works at all. Tannis agrees they can make sex snuff films of all attempts if he doesn't have to pay for their services, which allows the gangsters to try everything they've got. One time they have Tannis undressed as usual and a very sadistic doctor is let in, strapping the unfortunate coyote to a surgeon table whilst he peels little strips of skin and fur off Tannis' body with a peeling knife. The tormented howls of the pained coyote echo through the room as he is slowly skinned alive, the crooks reasoning that maybe death will set in if the coyote is robbed from life a little piece at a time. Another time they amputate all limbs from Tannis' body including his head and penis, locking every part inside a cage apart from each other but it is of no use, as soon as the head is severed from the torso and death seemingly kicks in, Tanni's bodyparts disappear and he respawns at home fully sound.
Eventually the gangsters have to admit they cannot help Tannis and offer him a place in every future snuff film they'll make, but the coyote isn't interested, he just wants to find release from the pain in his heart. And no physical pain will ever be able to exceed the guilt he feels for his poor friend Rodent. Not the countless explosions, poisons, acids or mauling Tannis had to endure. Slowly Tannis comes to the conclusion he'll have to live with his curse and guilt for eternity, so maybe he can do some good with it for others as opposed to not doing any good at all. Via his old Predator's Club, the coyote is pointed into the direction of a special camp where carnivores and omnivores send their younglings to to learn first hand how to hunt and sustain their families from trained professionals. Of course the camp's management is very skeptical of Tannis' abilities but amused anyway that a prey so willingly volunteers to be eaten. After the first time the cursed coyote shows back up after being eaten by a camp leader in front of the children as a demonstration, they quickly change that skepticism into enthusiasm and Tannis is received like royalty, getting everything his heart desires as he's eaten multiple times a day.
Of course Tannis falls back into old patterns, sinking back into his addiction of being eaten and slowly but surely his guilt about Rodent starts to fade, as nothing else than sexual pleasure is on his mind. The coyote would often masturbate inside the maws of the learning predators and demonstrators, feeling the sharp fangs pierce his body in multiple places as they chew, the bittersweet pain of his body leaking blood so pleasurable that he uses his own blood to lubricate his masturbation. Other times he would slowly be swallowed whole down a warm slimy throat, almost as if being tucked into a warm deep sleep. Some of the learning predators and leaders would also get naked and masturbate as they swallow or chew on Tannis, learning the erotic aspect of the whole ordeal as well thanks to the coyote. They would even penetrate or suck the coyote off before devouring him, as well as using Tannis as a dildo, inserting him into their anal holes to taste him from a whole other perspective.
This unholy orgy of perversion, flesh and seed would continue for many months, bringing both predators and Tannis ultimate pleasure and content. However, Tannis is not the only prey at the camp, the others of course aren't there by choice or free will whatsoever. Every day new prey has to be caught and sometimes the predators have to go very far to get the bodies they need, no gender, age or species is spared. Tannis is mostly a meal that the predators enjoy out of contact with other prey, but since the coyote is free to walk around as he pleases during his free time, he is prone to meet the other unwilling prey. They usually don't survive to see another day, except for the ones used in breeding programs and even they get devoured as soon as their sadistic masters suspect their best mating time has passed. One of them in particular speaks to Tannis, he looks exactly like Rodent and feelings of being powerless and guilt flood back like a wild tide over Tannis' heart, tears welling up in his eyes. He learns the rat's name is Nerod, they get talking and the similarities with Rodent just keep piling up.
Adrenaline rushes through Tannis' body as he takes a decision, he must and will save this rat at all costs, it will hopefully bring him salvation for at least a little while. The coyote retrieves a key, convincing the guards he wants the rat for his own personal private pleasure, and manages to get Nerod free. The expression of gratitude and tears on Nerod's face is priceless, Tannis smiles and feels happier already. Grabbing the rat's hand, they quickly make haste towards a secluded exit which Tannis hopes isn't guarded too well tonight. All of the sudden, Nerod stops dead in his tracks and when Tannis looks around to see what's wrong, he is kissed passionately on his muzzle. "Let me make it up to you, Tannis! I want to thank you a thousand times over, please let me!" and before the coyote can object, the rat drops to his knees and starts to fondle the other's sheath and ball sack. Grunting in awakening pleasure, Tannis looks around in fright, they're so close to the exit and he wants to have Nerod safe before any of this can happen. The rat won't have any of that and pushes the coyote behind a couple of crates in front of one of the wooden buildings, swallowing Tannis' penis deeply into his throat.
The coyote can't help but feel the blood pulse through his veins, groaning as he lies back and allows Nerod to pleasure him ever so skillfully. Hands reach up to pinch the Tannis' sensitive nipples, rubbing through the light gray fur and caressing the insides of his thighs and tail. So many impulses and no pain at all, Tannis had almost forgotten how sexual pleasure feels without painful stimulation... maybe even experiencing love in a very long time. Love, a feeling that the coyote had abandoned long ago. He starts to buck into the rat's mouth and to tenderly stroke Nerod's head with his brown furred paws, guiding the other's face up and down his leaking erection, his balls bouncing against the rat's chin. Tannis tenses up and cries out softly as he feels his orgasm wash over him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he spurts his fertile seed out into Nerod's throat and mouth. The rat massages the coyote's ball sack until the last drop of sperm oozes out of the cock slit, looking up happily and smiling with a blush:"Hope you liked that, shall we go?"
Immediately Tannis' mind is returned to the cold harsh reality of where they are, quickly looking around in fear and grabbing the rat's hand to run for Nerod's life. The unguarded exit is in sight as suddenly shouting is heard and a shot is fired, making the immortal coyote tumble onto the ground with his face in the dirt, groaning as a large hole is pierced through his chest area. A puddle of black blood expands around him and half conscious he can see Nerod crying, Tannis tries to get him to run but another shot is heard somewhere far away, the sound echoing in the dying coyote's ears. Nerod falls down next to him and the world turns black entirely.
When Tannis recovers after respawning once more, he inquires with the camp's management what happened and hears they thought the both of them were escaped prey so they shot both Tannis and his companion. If the coyote had expressed his wish for a personal toy, he should have asked instead of trying to sneak one. Surprisingly, Tannis just feels the cold grasp of his destiny clamp around his heart a little tighter, not experiencing the pain he had when Rodent had died. Maybe he was indeed growing both immune to death and life, emotions slowly fading away with every respawn that happens. Neither life nor death able to comfort him, leaving him indifferent. Only able to feel powerless and uselessness right now, Tannis returns to his quarters and doesn't come back out unless the leaders drag him out for training sessions. And even then, the coyote doesn't resist as he's devoured, not moving his body one inch as he stares coldly and with death in his eyes at the distance. The predators experience this negativity and are on the brink of throwing the now useless Tannis out of their camp as suddenly the coyote is visited late at night by a dragon.
As expected, the dragon's knocks on the door aren't answered and he lets himself in. Fiery red and black with impressive wings on his back, the male dragon makes his way over to the silent figure in bed and sets himself down next to Tannis' lifeless form:"Immortality is not as you expected it to be, right Tannis? The loss of loved ones around you is unbearable, even more when you're the cause of it, right?"The unhealthy looking coyote shifts his eyes towards his visitor. He has seen the dragon working at the camp, he's the main source of prey for the younglings to practice on, what could he be wanting out of taunting the poor Tannis? The dragon offers an empathic smile and strokes the tiny creature's back with the blunt side of his claw:"What if I would say I could take it all away? That I could relief you from your pain and you'd never have to respawn again. What would you say of that, Tannis?"Of course Tannis' interest is peaked and the restless coyote sits himself upright in bed, looking up at the huge dragon, barely able to utter a question:"Can you do that?"
"Yes, Tannis. I'm a dragon, a mythical creature able to devour and obliterate souls, we are able to use this ability every couple of hundred years so we need to make it count. However, there is no afterlife for them whom choose this path, their soul is forever lost but also unable to suffer anymore. I can offer you the means but it has to be your own decision," the dragon mutters with a soft empathic voice, continuing to stroke the coyote's back with his claw. Tannis seems to be lost in thought, contemplating the offer. His lusty addiction wants to be devoured over and over, that side of his being offering the chance that maybe one time he will not be reformed. On the other side, Tannis' conscience tells the poor coyote that it may be time for it to finally end, that there is no beautiful destiny in store for him. "I need to think about this, at least give me one day..." the sobbing coyote mutters and the dragon nods, standing back up and walking out of the door:"Alright Tannis, meet me tomorrow morning at the exit of the camp, we'll talk then."Then the majestic dragon is gone and only Tannis and his loneliness are left behind to contemplate.
The tormented coyote decides to live this day as his last one, that he will accept the dragon's offer at the end of it and have just this one more happy day for himself. He experiences the sunrise at a desolate spot in the grassy fields, the bright warm feeling upon his fur and the soft music of nature offering Tannis a feeling of warmth and happiness. Even if it's just for that split moment. He doesn't return to the camp after morning, just wandering through forests and fields of green, experiencing and admiring nature's creation. And every creation knows a dawn and a dusk, being born into the world, leaving their mark, how insignificant it may seem, before dying and knowing they made a small difference. Tears stream down the coyote's cheeks continuously, some out of happiness and some out of fear and sadness. He's still afraid for death, especially when knowing there won't be any afterlife for him, that nature has played a cruel joke upon his being. But it will all end today, he will find his rest.
When meeting up with the dragon once more, Tannis is lead to the top of a hill, a rise above everything else and making them feel like they're on top of the world. The sun is setting in the distance, the growing darkness spreading over the landscape and reaching ever so close to their location. The last warm orange rays upon his face make Tannis look up at the dragon and utter words he is afraid to use:"Please don't let the darkness touch me again. I wish for warmth in death."The gracious creature that is the dragon smiles empathically and strokes the small critter on his head before lifting him up to his face. The sun is almost gone behind the hills in the distance and the shadows have almost reach their island of remaining light:"You will not suffer the darkness any longer, Tannis. Sleep, you poor creature."
And for the last ever time in Tannis' existence, the coyote is lifted into the huge maw of the dragon and is allowed one last look into the world before he slides down the warm slippery throat into the large beast's stomach. The coyote can already feel the stomach acid starting to nibble at him in an attempt to consume him, but before this can happen the dragon takes a deep breath and snorts his own volcanically hot flame into his own stomach, incinerating Tannis in a matter of seconds. The flesh, sinew and bones disintegrate until all that's left is Tannis' conscience, the very essence of someone's soul. Slowly, the dragon would then proceed to absorb the unfortunate soul into his own very being, until Tannis is completely gone. The dragon smiles, the last light of the setting sun disappearing at the horizon and the cool cover of the night falling over him. Somehow he can feel Tannis' lingering gratitude, thanking the dragon for his release. The poor creature's tormented soul is now gone forever, the dusk of his life finally completed, the coyote is finally allowed to rest.
"Sleep, Tannis. Sleep."