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The characters of David and Bill proved to be well-liked enough that I opted to bring them back, and explore the idea of reformation after vore. Special thanks to Jizzal, since this story is based on an RP he and I did. :)

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Bill was awakened by a loud buzzing noise and sat bolt upright in bed with a gasp. He then realized it was his alarm clock. That was all. He sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. What a weird dream, he thought. Then after a moment, he realized he couldn't actually remember what the dream had been about. He was mulling it over in his mind when, reaching over to turn the alarm off, he noticed it was 8:30. Time for work. Groaning he pushed the reset button and slid out out of bed to realize he was naked!

He never slept naked! How odd. He looked around, but couldn't see his clothes anywhere. Even stranger, he couldn't find his glasses. He groped for them on the night stand but they weren't there. He frowned and searched around the night stand and behind it, and even under the bed, but they were nowhere to be found. Thinking he may have fallen asleep while wearing them, he gave his bed a thorough search. No go. They had just vanished off the face of the Earth. He'd need to wear his backup pair, which thankfully were still in the top drawer of the nearby chest of drawers.

After showering and dressing for work he thought long and hard about where his regular pair could have possibly gotten to, and as he did it suddenly dawned on him that he had no idea how he'd even gotten home last night. He frowned. Had he gotten drunk? He didn't think so. The orange-haired rabbit hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since he was 21. The last place he could remember being the other day, was that gym David from work had recommended to him. He remembered noticing Jablonsky and Lyman there, but after that....well, he figured, since he knew the address of the gym, he figured he might as well stop there on the way to work and see if they had his regular glasses.

As he left the house, he glanced at his neighbors' house. It was a lot bigger than his own modest two-story home, with the backyard hidden behind a tall privacy fence. But even the fence wasn't tall enough to hide the tall form of Zilo, one of Jizzal's sons. At the moment the skunk and his odd brood were apparently putting up decorations of some sort. Great, he thought. Not another party. Whenever that hedonistic skunk threw a party it was a wild one and very noisy. He hoped it was planned for this afternoon while he was at work and not for tonight, otherwise he feared he wouldn't get anyway.

Bill turned to open his car door and grabbed thin air. His Volkswagon Jetta! It was gone! He jumped back in surprise, and looked up and down the street. No sign of the car. Where the hell was it? What the hell was going on? Feeling like he was in the Twilight Zone, the rabbit turned and went back into the house so he could call a cab.

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It'd taken an hour or so for the cabbie to arrive. Between waiting for him and the stopoff at the gym, Bill just knew he was going to be late. But, he figured David would cover for him with Mr. Stapleton. The cab dropped him off at the gym, and left. Bill stood there looking at the front entrance of the place, frowning. Before he went inside, he wanted to know where his car was. Retracing his steps he walked down the sidewalk, to the parking lot where he'd left the Jetta. Sure enough, there it was, with a grand total of four parking tickets.

He sighed, palming his face, and ripped the tickets off the windshield and stuffed them into his pants pocket. He tried the door. Locked. His keys must be in the pocket of his other pants. The pants whose whereabouts he was completely uncertain of. Looks I'm calling another cab, he thought to himself, and, lamenting that he should've just told the other cabbie to wait for him, turned and walked back to the gym.

Going inside, he was greeted by the familiar scent of sweat and the pleasant sight of lots of beefy males in speedos working out or giving instructions. No sign of Chad, though, or that other guy Trent. There was a huge rhino, though, chatting it up with a lop-earred white hare at the juice bar. As he stood there waiting a squirrel not much bigger than himself walked up. Bill recognized him as Edwin, one of the three rodent teens who he'd seen getting thrown out his first visit here.

"Hello," Edwin said pleasantly. Edwin was wearing a blue speedo with the gym's logo on it. Did he work here now?

"Uh, hi," Bill said. "Listens this is gonna seem kind of odd, but....do you guys have a lost and found box or something?"

"Lost and found box?" Edwin replied, blinking. He looked a bit confused. "I, uh, I dunno, I just started working here. Hold on a second." He turned and called across the room. "Trent!"

After a moment or two, Trent, the giant stag, appeared and walked over. With him as a big, burly crocodile Bill thought he had seen somewhere before, but couldn't place him. "What's the problem?" Trent asked pleasantly. He suddenly as he seemed to recognize the small rabbit. "Ah!" he said. "Bill, right?" Bill nodded. "Yes, that's my name." Trent's smile broadened. "Bet you've come back here looking for your stuff, right?" Another nod from the rabbit. "All right, well, if you'll just hang on a second and let me finish with Crol here, I'll help you straight away."

Bill nodded, watching as Trent turned back to the crocodile, who was obviously Crol. Crol, he noticed, had a big cardboard box of some sort tucked under one arm. From inside it with his free hand he removed a stack of papers about as tall as Bill and handed them to the stag. "Just stick 'em up where-ever you can, okay? Jizzal's pretty adamant about advertising this time."

Tonight? Wonderful. Bill thought Crol could only mean the party he'd seen Jizzal and Zilo putting up decorations for. This meant the party was for tonight after all, which meant he'd have to dig out his ear plugs.

"Sure thing," Trent said.

He slapped Crol on the back and the big croc turned and left. As he passed Bill he gave a toothy smirk down at the rabbit which gave Bill chills.

Trent then handed the stack of papers to Edwin, the small squirrel grunting a bit with the weight. "Start putting those up around where everybody can see them, all right?" He said. As Edwin nodded and turned to go and perform his duty, Trent put an arm around Bill. "Okay, now, if you'll just come with me, lost and found is this way."

He led Bill into the locker room. There were numerous other people here, most of them stark naked which made Bill uncomfortable. Trent went to a particular locker and opened it, revealing various items, ranging from different sets of clothes to, of all things, a gold trophy of some sort. How anyone could lose something like that was beyond Bill. He watched as Trent began rummaging around inside the locker.

"I'm glad you came by," he said, "since you can give this to David."

Grabbing the trophy, he turned and thrust it into Bill's unprepared hands, the rabbit grasping it. David? He then read the inscription. So, he thought, David had won the track run after all. But why would he have forgotten this?

"You guys do work together, don't you?" Trent asked, looking a bit uncertain as he paused in his searching.

"Oh, yeah," Bill said quickly, nodding. "Why would David leave his trophy here and forget about it? In point of fact....why would I leave my glasses and clothes?"

Trent smiled. It was the smile of a man who knew more than he was letting on. "It's a long story. And one that Chad and I, or any of our other friends would be glad to explain to you at Jizzal's party tonight. I suggest you get one of those flyers from Edwin on your way out."

Bill was about to say he hated parties when Trent said, "Aha!" and removed a pair of black-framed glasses. There they were! Trent dropped them into the chalice of the trophy with a plink. A moment later he had produced the shirt, tie, pants, and, God help me, thought Bill, the briefs he'd been wearing his last trip to the gym, and plunked them into the rabbit's arms. Had he gone home totally naked?! Trent said nothing more, the stag shutting and locking the locker door. Since he was wearing just a speedo and tightfitting muscle shirt, Bill had no idea where the stag inteded to put the key, but Trent surprised him by merely sliding it down the front of the speedo. Bill blinked, and then he realized he was staring.

Trent chuckled and gently slapped his face. "Hey, eyes up here, cutie," he said. "Now, like I said, we'll explain everything to you at the party tonight. I have some customers waiting, if you'll excuse me. Remember, get a flyer from Edwin on your way out." He then turned and walked off, leaving Bill by himself in the damp, cool room filled with naked sweaty men, calling over his shoulder, "Nice to see you again!"

Setting the stuff down, Bill got his regular glasses out of the trophy and swapped them out with his spare ones, putting them on. Sliding the spare ones into his shirt pocket he searched the pants and was relieved when he found his car keys. He pocketed those, as well. He then gathered up the stuff and walked out of the locker room. Despite his curiousity about just what Chad and Trent or whoever had to say to him, he had no intention of going to the party. So as he made his way to the front doors he tried to avoid Edwin, but the squirrel intercepted him.

"Here," he said, stuffing one of the blue flyers into the trophy top. "Trent told me I was supposed to give you this. Have fun at the party." He smirked a bit, and then left.

Bill sighed and walked out. He felt a bit silly walking down the sidewalk carrying a big trophy plus a pile of clothes but thankfully he did have to walk far. Reaching the Jetta, he put the stuff on the hood, fished his keys out, and unlocked the driver's side door. He put everything in the driver's seat and, starting the motor up, pulled out and drove for work, idly checking his wristwatch and noting that it was now almost 10:00. No amount of covering by David was going to keep him from being yelled at by Mr. Stapleton now, he knew.

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Half an hour later, Bill was sitting in one of the two chairs placed in front of Mr. Stapleton's desk in Stapleton's office. The other chair was occupied by David's trophy, which Stapleton ignored. The massive lion's attention was focused squarely on the tiny rabbit cowering before him.

"So," he said, "let me get this straight. You're over an hour late because you forgot where you left your car and you had to stop at the gym to pick up your glasses and all of your clothes?"

Bill nodded. "Yes sir."

"All of them. Even your, uh, pants?" He eyed Bill a bit incredulously.

Bill swallowed nervously. "Yes sir," he said. "I, uh, well, you see, Jablonsky and Lyman, they wouldn't leave me alone, so David recommended this gym and I went there, and then I just sort of....blacked out. I can't even remember how I got home. Someone must've driven me because my car was right where I'd left it, and the keys were still in my pants pocket at the gym. I know it sounds crazy, Mr. Stapleton, but it's the truth, honest."

Stapleton leaned back in his seat. "All right," he said, "I believe you. We've all had our wild nights, heh." Bill was about to protest that he didn't drink when Stapleton leaned forward again, pointing a massive finger at him. "Just don't let it turn into a habit, Bill, understand?"

"Yes sir," Bill said, sighing.

"All right, you're dismissed," Stapleton said.

Feeling immensely relieved, Bill grabbed the trophy and got up and headed for the door. Stapleton's voice called him back.

"Uh, speaking of Jablonsky and Lyman," he said.

"Yes?" Bill replied, looking back.

"You haven't seen them around at all, have you?" Stapleton looked a bit suspicious, even a little worried.

"No sir," Bill said. "Well, I mean, the last time I saw them was at the gym."

Stapleton shook his head. "Christ," he said, "that blasted gym is like a black hole. All right, well, if you see them, tell them if they aren't in by tomorrow their asses are fired. I'm tired of putting up with their shit."

He returned to his paperwork without a word, which was Bill's cue to exit. As he walked out, he found his way through the maze of cubicles to David's, where the cheetah was typing away at his computer. Bill smiled and set the trophy down on the desk beside him, David glancing over at it and blinking.

"Hey, you found it! Thanks!" he said, grinning. He lifted it in his hands and examined it. "I figured I'd left it at the gym and I was gonna go and look for it after work, but you saved me the trouble."

"It's no biggie," Bill said modestly. "Trent gave it to me and said to give it to you. It was in the lost and found locker, along with my glasses and all of my clothes." He'd hoped this last part would catch David's attention, that maybe the cheetah knew just what the hell was going on at that gym. Instead, David continued to look over the trophy, polishing it a bit.

"Uh-huh," he said absently. "That is where things usually end up at that place." He set the trophy aside and resumed his typing. Bill frowned. Apparently, David couldn't take a hint. So he remained where he stood. After a moment David noticed he was still standing there and looked at him. "What?" he said, sounding mildly annoyed.

"You've been going to that gym longer than I have, right?" Bill said. "Have you....experienced anything unusual? Like, I dunno, lost time?"

David laughed a bit. "Lost time? What is this, The X-Files?" He could tell from the sour expression on the rabbit's face, though, that Bill was being serious. "Yeah, my first few times," he said after a moment. "But after a while you get used to it. Hell, I eventually found out for myself firsthand, so now I don't have the memory lapses anymore."

Bill's jaw dropped. "Well, come on, tell me, what is it? What causes it?"

David winked at him. "It's not polite to talk about it here in the office amongst non-vores," he said. Reaching over he gave the bunny's nose a little poke. "But, I'm sure Chad or whoever can tell it to you better than I can. Now go and get to your desk, before Mr. Stapleton sees you. He's already sore about Jablonsky and Lyman being missing."

"Yeah, okay," Bill said, turning and walking to his own cubicle. What the hell was going on around here? he wondered. What was a "vore?" He sat down and turned his computer on. If Mr. Stapleton hadn't blocked access to the Internet he would've done a quick search right away, but unfortunately he was going to have to wait.

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Much to Mr. Stapleton's annoyance, Jablonsky and Lyman never showed up. Bill had some time to talk to David during lunch break, but as usual the cheetah was evasive and simply told him now was not the time and place, which frustrated Bill to no end. It was then that it occurred to him he'd never bothered to read the flyer Edwin handed him. The way Trent mentioned the party, it sounded like it would explain a lot. So during lunch he went down to the car garage and got the flyer out of the Jetta and had a look at it, hoping its contents would give him some clue about precisely what the hell they were all talking about. He frowned when he saw it merely said "Friday Night Rump Night," and had Jizzal's address and today's date.

"Well, that's just maddeningly unhelpful," he mumbled, and returned upstairs.

Work passed uneventfully. When quitting time came, Bill was last to leave as usual, due to Mr. Stapleton making him stay late to finish up some reports. Finally, when he was done, he turned off his computer and yawned, stretching, and returned to the garage. As he slid behind the wheel of the Jetta he looked again at the flyer. "Friday Night Rump Night," he read aloud. What the hell did it mean? It had to be some gay thing. Which was fine with him, in principle. But lord how he hated parties. Even the boring office ones Stapleton had every Christmas.

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It was already starting to get dark by the time Bill got home and pulled into his driveway. Shutting the motor off, he got out of the car. He stood there holding the open door, staring over at Jizzal's house. he could hear music and sounds of people, mostly, if not all, male, yelling and laughing, and there was a line of cars about a mile long out front. Everyone sounded like they were having a great time. He tapped his foot, thinking. Should he go over? He was tired as hell. He glanced at the flyer sitting on the passenger's seat. What the hell, he thought, slamming the door. He'd get his stuff later. At least this time he knew where his car was.

He walked across his lawn and around the fence that separated his property from Jizzal's, ruminating on how small a world it was that just about everyone in his life seemed to know everyone else, and above all else, how Jizzal seemed to throw these kinds of wild parties quite often. Nobody else on the block seemed to mind, and, normally, he would've ignored it, or been annoyed by it and tried to tune it out, but not tonight. Tonight, Bill was eager to find out not only what went on over there, but also just what in the world had happened to him the day he visited the gym.

There were streamers and balloons and more of those flyers everywhere, as well as a banner that said, yep, "Friday Night Rump Night." He adjusted his necktie, trying to look presentable. There was no one at the front of the house, so he went around back. There was only one person at the back gate and that was Zilo, Jizzal's son whom Bill had seen earlier in the day, and on numerous over occasions. Zilo made Bill stop in his tracks for a moment, blinking. He'd never seen him up close until now. He was a large, feral dragon about the size of a horse, with silvery scales. He looked mostly bored but perked up a bit as Bill approached. Evidently, Bill thought, Zilo was the greeter.

"Uh, hi there," Bill said, swallowing as he walked up to him. "Evening."

"Greetings," Zilo said, pausing and looking him over. "Hmm, you live next door correct?"

Bill nodded. "Yeah, I live right over there," he replied, jerking a thumb back in the direction he'd come.

A toothy yet friendly grin spread across Zilo's muzzle. He chuckled a bit. "Have you finally decided to join us this evening?" he inquired. He tilted his head, tail thumping the ground a bit. "You look tired. Why don't you come over here and relax, enjoy our hospitality and company?"

The rabbit shifted a bit. He edged a little closer and looked past the dragon, having never really gotten a close look at one of his neighbor's parties before. Beyond Zilo he could see several other furs chatting or hanging out by the grill, catching a glimpse or two of various males, some wearing next to nothing while others are in swimming trunks or just casual clothing. Bill blinked as though this was his first exposure to this sort of thing. He was rooted to the spot and leaning forwards, straining to see further around the dragon. "I'd appreciate it," he said finally. He stumbled a bit as he leaned too far forwards and almost fell, and, blushing hotly in embarrassment, took a step or two back.

"Well, then, come on in," the dragon said, gesturing. "You are...?"

"Bill," the rabbit replied.

"Pleasure to meet you, Bill. My name is Zilo and my father's name is Jizzal." He looked over the rabbit carefully noting that he clearly didn't look like he was all there, his attention elsewhere, and glanced back at the party. He gave a proud chuckle and stepped aside.

"Thank you," Bill said after a moment, and walked past Zilo, entering the backyard, and what seemed like a whole nother world to him.

A big, muscular wolf in a speedo smirked and gave a light wave to him before he went back to having his conversation with an orca who also pauses to wave as well. Bill didn't recognize the orca, but the wolf, he knew was Chad, and he smiled and waved back a bit timidly.

Jizzal the skunk was resting on a lawnchair, clad in only some shades and swimming trunks while he took a swig from his soda. He blinked and looked over, seeing the rabbit, and rose, walking over to him.

Bill was wandering around with his hands in his pants pockets, occasionally stopping and standing there, watching everyone else, before noticing the skunk approaching him. A pudgy cheetah-taur walked past him, its stomach giving a loud gurgle.

"Hi," Jizzal said, "you're one of the neighbors, right? Welcome to the party."

"Yes, I, uh...." he trailed off watching the cheetah-taur go past, blinking at the gurgling noise coming from its belly before returning his attention to the skunk. "Yes, uh, I live next door actually." After a moment, he extended his hand suddenly and stiffly as if it took great effort to do so. "Bill's my name."

Jizzal couldn't help but smirk at the rabbit's reaction and lack of attention, although he couldn't blame him with all the eye candy around here. He grasped Bill's paw and gave it a firm shake. "Just call me Jizzal," he said. "Pleasure to meet you finally."

"Jizzal, ah, uh, interesting name," he said with a small chuckle, and once you let go he jerked his hand back reflexively. A muscular horse walked by, stopping to wink at the rabbit while his speedo looked like it's about ready to burst wide open.

"Goodness," he said, looking at the horse. "Well, uh, I'll say this much for you people....you sure are friendly." He wasn't doing much to help himself look hopelessly out of place. It was painfully obvious the rabbit had never been to a party like this in his life.

"Well, it's not really my real name," Jizzal replied, "more of a penname than anything. Like what you're seeing?" The skunk started looking left and right, to try and spot someone who might be able to help break the ice. He could tell the rabbit didn't have much experience in this sort of thing.

"Definitely," Bill found himself saying. That horse sure was good-looking, he had to admit.

"Hey, Crol," Jizzal called out, waving. "Can you come over here for a sec?" Crol came over, and Bill recognized him instantly as the burly crocodile he'd seen at the gym earlier. He was wearing just a pair of shorts. "I'd like you to meet Bill," Jizzal said. "He's the rabbit from next door."

The large guy nodded, grinning. "Oh, really? Well, looking for a good time, then, I take it?"

Bill blushed hotly, and Jizzal facepalmed at Crol's directness. Bill took a step back. "Nice to meet you, Crol. Er, not really....I'll be honest with you, I've never been to a party like this in my whole life. All I did was come over to ask you guys a few questions about something that's been, well, bugging me ever since I started going to this gym downtown. My friend David said you guys could help me out, so I guess the first question on my mind is....what's vore?"

Jizzal and Crol blinked, then smiled and looked at one another. Turning back to Bill, Crol said, "First time to a vore get-together, huh?"

BIll hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "So....what is it?"

"What is it?" they repeated in unison, the skunk giggling and the croc grinning.

"Well, if you're curious, Bill, I could give you a little demonstration," Crol offered. "It'd be better if we went someplace quieter, though, I think." The reptile scouted the place, spotting a quiet, shady spot under a large tree at the back of the yard. "Ah, over there," he said, pointing. "Care to follow me, good sir?"

"Sure," Bill said. He felt a little relieved to be going off alone with Crol, since he did better one-on-one than in large crowds.

"Just be sure to relax, Bill," Jizzal called after them, "Crol's an expert." He then went back to lazing in his chair.

Crol led Bill to the secluded spot and plopped down, patting the ground next to him while also giving his paunch a gentle pat. Bill stood for a moment. No turning back now, he figured, and, with a smile, he loosened his tie a bit and slowly got down on the ground alongside the large crocodile where Crol had patted.

"All right, then," Crol began, "to put it bluntly vore is a fetish, or rather voraphila is the proper term." He paused, looking down at Bill to make sure he hadn't scared him. When Bill didn't immediately get up and run for the hills, he continued. "And it's the idea of devouring or consuming another being is arousing, and well, it is quite arousing for everyone that comes to these sort of parties."

Bill's ears perked up and he jerked his head back a bit in surprise at how blunt the croc was being. "I....well, that's....certainly interesting."

"Oh, it is," Crol said with a chuckle, mmming at the rabbit while he reached down, pulling him a little closer. "But it's hard to comprehend for most folk, seeing it up close it usually better, especially for someone's first time."

Bill resisted a bit at first, needless to say the thought of being eaten wasn't at the top of his most desired things tonight, but stangely he found himself resisting only halfheartedly.

The croc was gentle, though, as he pulled the rabbit up to rest against his scaled belly. "Though first I think you're going to have to ease up and just relax...you're so tense for such a cute bunny."

"Me, cute?" Bill said with a chuckle. Now that he was closer to Crol he found himself liking being this near to the crocodile, and snuggled against the big scaly belly.

Crol laughed. "Don't tell me this is the first time you've ever had a guy coming onto you," he said. "I can't even begin to believe that." He gave the rabbit a little squeeze up against his stomach while he started to massage his clawed hand along Bill's back, using the other to loosen his necktie a bit. "Though, still, you just gotta relax."

Bill nodded, and took a deep breath. He hadn't been with another man in a while, and Crol was pretty sexy, so he wasn't about to ruin his chance at scoring with him, so Bill slowly exhaled as he lie against the crocodile's belly, closing his eyes and thinking peaceful thoughts, just listening to the sound of Crol breathing, and enjoying the feeling of his paw along his back.

As he continued relaxing against the burly male, Crol's large paws continued to play over his trim form, and started to peel away his clothes to see more of his cute, soft fur. Bill opened his eyes as he realized Crol was undressing him. At this he became mildly distressed, but soon calmed once he felt the croc grope his butt shamelessly and let out a soothing, steady churr. He allowed Crol to undress him, stripping off his clothes on piece at a time until the croc had him in his underwear.

Crol was surprised by how willing Bill was to be undressed by some strange, no doubt kinky-sounding reptile. He gave a light tug on the briefs with a little chuckle. "Cute," he said. He started to work those down the rabbit's hips as well, wanting to see that bare rump of his his, setting the discarded clothing off to the side.

Bill then watched with uncharacteristic eagerness was Crol tugged his own shorts down, revealing his swollen member, filling the rabbit's vision with thick reptilian penis which rubbed up along the underside of his hanging stomach.

"Wow," Bill said.

The long, thick pink shaft gave a light throb while it glistened with a thin layer of arousing musk. Crol chuckled and leaned down, nuzzling the rabbit's cheek with his long snout, giving a little slurp over the side of his face. "Have you ever been with a guy like me before?" he asked with a low rumble.

"Well, I've been with guys before....but, Jesus, you're huge!" Bill exclaimed.

Crol stroked over the rabbit's cotton tail, and it twitched. Bill's butt was smooth, not too big or too small, just right, as they'd say, and as he sat up a bit on his knees he gave the croc a glimpse of his rabbithood, as well, reaching out slowly and laying a hand upon the massive crocodile penis.

"Oh, I'm a big softie," the croc reassured him. "I promise to be gentle."

"It's so big," Bill whispered softly, scoothing even closer, the tip of his already erect cock bumping into Crol's thigh as he hefted the large reptile dick in his paws, examining it the way a scientist examines some new specimen Crol just growled quietly, the big guy grinning all the more, his shaft pulsating lightly, making the lumbering reptile groan a bit under his breath as it was touched.

The musky shaft leaked a few beads of precum as it was tended by by Bill's soft paws. "I, uh, sorry if this is weird for you....I swear I don't normally just grab other guys' penises like this.... " Bill grinned a bit sheepishly.

"Heh," chuckled Crol, "I think it's only fair that you get to since I undressed and felt you up...though I do normally do that with smaller guys like you." He grinned back, sliding a paw down to rub along the back of Bill's head.

The rabbit grinned, showing off his buck teeth as he nuzzled into the big paw. He then bent down towards the cock, lifting it up so it and his face met halfway. He rubbed his face against it, and then licked the glob of precum off its tip. The croc frowled quietly at the first lick, giving his hips a gentle wiggle, rubbing his penis along the rabbit's tongue as Bill tasted his warm, musky, sweet precum.

"Ooooh," he cooed, "by all means, help yourself."

"Mmm!" Bill intoned. He slurped up some of the pre, shutting his eyes and tightening his lips as he swallowed, licking his lips. "God, that's divine," he said. "I haven't tasted another man's cum in.....God, it's been almost two years now."

"That sounds like two years too long," Crol said, tilting his head a bit. "You should have come over her sooner." He smirked, his cock about ready to release another glob of the warm ooze.

"I know, but....I'm so shy and I don't....do well at parties, excuse me." He ducked down and licked up the next blob of pre and shuddered happily, then took to licking Crol's cockhead itself. The licking made the big guy turn to mush while his tender prick bobbed up and down against Bill's tongue, leaking out more precum as he rumbled with pleasure. Buried desires were coming to the surface of the rabbit. Desires he'd kept secret from all of his coworkers but David for years, desires kept secret because he put his career ahead of his own happiness.

As he eagerly nuzzled and licked at the croc's penis he also fondled his balls with one paw. Crol's heavy scrotum gave a quiet gurgle in Bill's paw while the croc started to slowly eas his hips backwards and forwards, sliding the head of his massive penis along Bill's tongue while he rumbled happily in pleasure.

"God," Bill whispered yet again, as though thanking Him for making him come to this party. Although he had arrived with no intention of staying, let alone doing anything like this, fate, it seemed, had other ideas, and so now here he was. Naked, and orally pleasuring another male out in the open. Bill didn't care to look, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the party was still going on and he wondered if anyone was watching.

Crol reached down and kept the rabbit's head steady, and started to hump a little faster, still being careful, of course, with his size while his shaft released more and more pre into Bill's maw, his climax starting to reach closer. Bill took his paws off of Crol's cock and grinned as he humped, letting the bulbous head slide across his upturned face with each thrust.

A deep moan bellowed out from the jaws of the croc just as the shaft went off like a geyser in Bill's mouth, and Crol flooded his maw with hot, thick crocodile cum. As he came his urethra was forced against Bill's mouth so that most of it poured right into it, bulging his cheeks, flowing right down his throat.

Crol felt a little guilty for going off withour warning, and he pumped out nearly a full liter of semen into Bill's mouth, glad it wasn't a cock vore party or else he would have probably had gallons. Bill pulled off, gasping for air, cum drooling in thick rivulets from his mouth. He coughed, spitting some up where it splattered on Crol's thigh. He then collapsed atop it, breathing deeply, hugging the croc's thigh and laying his head against his balls.

"Ahh, wonderful," Crol murmured, reaching down to stroke along the rabbit's head while his cock went only slightly limp, still bobbing up and down while the male rested Bill on his lap with his face against his musky balls. He chuckled after a moment. "You're relaxed enough, now, I think."

"Fuck yes," Bill said softly, almost dreamily, feeling clawed fingertips stroking through his red hair.

Upon hearing that, the burly croc continued to slide his large digits through Bill's hair before he slowly pulled back. "Then I suppose it's time for the real demonstration now...heh, and why it's called Rump Night..."

"Yes, please, show me," the rabbit said, looking up a bit, blinking.

He watched with fascination as the big guy smiled and curled his thick tail around the rabbit's chest, while he leaned on his back, propping himself up with his elbows and spreading his legs while he began to draw the rabbit underneath his sac. Bill even helped a little by lifting Crol's balls a bit, looking under them, uncertain of just what was going to happen. As he did so his nostrils were hit with the most intoxicating musky odor that made him shudder as he nose brushed against the source: Crol's anus. Crol rubbed Bill into his musky anus while he churred loudly.

Bill's first thought about what "Rump Night" meant was rimming, and so as Crol pressed him against his anus he slid his tongue out to lick it. Crol had other ideas however. The croc smiled and closed his eyes, continuing to relax as his powerful, alurring musk wafted off from his anus.

Crol gave a little grunt as he started to press Bill's head firmly up against his hole. Bill erfed, the pucker parting and growing wider as his was smushed into it. He tried to say something but couldn't, and then slowly the anus opened and the rabbit's head slid inside slowly, the musky odor overwhelming him.

"Yeaaaah," the big lug groaned, his slick walls starting to ripple and squeeze all around Bill, bringing him further up into the greedy rump of the burly croc while his shoulders and chest disappeared into the pink flesh with ease.

The rabbit, of course, struggled a bit. The wigglings only made things all the more enjoyable of course, and the reptile moaned under his breath and snorted heavily, and with another squeeze he had Bill up past his stomach, slowly but surely the thin lapine being pulled deeper and deeper under Crol's heavy balls and between clenched asscheeks.

The croc's tail thumped the ground and he lazily began to take in Bill's hips. In up to his waist, the small rabbits struggles ceased, his legs limply being dragged along the ground as his butt and hips got sucked inside.

Crol rubbed over his lower atomach as Bill started to bulge lightly underneath his fat. With another firm clench the rabbit had been more than halfway eaten by the hungry anus, and clenched within the tight, hot tunnel, he was uncertain precisely where he was headed. Crol's stomach in reverse? Or perhaps just his bowels? Either way, he didn't know what to make of it, and squirmed some more, calves and feet wiggling weakly as they stuck out from Crol's pucker, the lazy croc simply relaxing now. "Mmm," Crol intoned contently.

Then with one fina firm squeeze the reptile sighed, and Bill's legs were drawn into his ravenous pucker. Bill's toes vanished past the croc's anal ring, the pucker sealing softly yet strongly behind them, the rabbit completely vanishing from view. Crol gave a little groan and patted his tummy while the muscles squeezed and massaged all around Bill's form. "Ooooh yeah," he groaned. "Friday nights are the best. Was it good for you, too, kid?"

The only response from Bill was some weak wiggling that stopped after a moment or two. Held tightly deep in crocodilian bowels, Bill ruminated on how wild this was. If he though orally pleasuring another male was the wildest thing he'd do tonight he was wrong! Never in a million years did he imagine he'd wind up food for a hungry anus. Grunting, the big croc hefted himself to his feet, smiling while he stroked over the rabbit's trapped form and made his way back over to where Jizzal was sitting with a smug grin.

"I take it Bill knows what this party is all about bow?" Jizzal asked, smiling and eyeing the bulge. He reached out, giving Crol's lower belly a soothing rub.

Bill could feel that, and smiled happily to himself, albeit a bit nervously. His muffled voice came from inside of the croc. "H--How do I get out?"

"Well, the same way you got in," Crol replied. "Or I could just pull you in the rest of the way, you wouldn't be leaving at all if I did that though." He chuckled softly.

Bill suddenly understood why he hadn't been able to recall anything after he met Chad at the gym. It was because Chad, or some part of Chad anyway, had devoured him, and he'd been absorbed, only to become "reformed," if that was the word, with no memory of it. "Um, well, whatever you think is best," he said. "You're the experts."

He heard Jizzal's voice now. "I think since you've gone this far, we should go the entire way," the skunk said.

Crol grunted and hefted himself down next to Jizzal, the two rubbing over his gut while while the muscles in his rump became more active again and started to pull the rabbit deeper, deeper into the bowels of the croc, forcing him up into the waiting belly. The walls there started to squeeze and squish over his body, soaking him in a warm, tingly fluid. The stomach gurgled noisily around Bill as he drifted off, digested away in the belly of the scaly beast as Crol sighed in contentment. "That's it, Bill," he said softly. "Just rest."

Now, Bill knew. He knew what Rump Night was all about.

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Time passed. The party continued until daylight. As things began winding down around 7:00 on Saturday morning, Crol woke up on the back lawn, apparently having dozed off sometime after his nice meal. He stretched out and yawned to himself, smacking his jaws before he looked down, and at his side rested Bill. He gave a little chuckle and silently thanked the one responsible for bringing him back. Bill slept soundly as the croc slid a paw along his resting form and yawned again, looking down to see the rabbit's clothes neatly folded already.

"Mmm," he said, "looks like everything was done for me already."

Bill slowly stirred a bit, mumbling in his sleep. The croc gently scooped him up into his arms and made his way inside of Jizzal's house, figuring the best way for Bill to wake up after a night of passion and excitement was in the same bed as the person he shared that night with. Bill snored soundly as Crol carried him, turning and curling a bit more tightly against the croc's chest. Crol gave him a little squeeze before he put him to bed, pulling the covers back and sliding Bill under them before he joined him, holding the rabbit close against his warm, smoothly scaled body with a pleasant sigh.

In his sleep, Bill smiled. Apparently he was having very pleasant dreams. Slowly, he stretched, yawned, and his eyelids fluttered open. "Mmm." He suddenly jerked up, blinking, realizing he was in an unfamiliar bed. "Where am I?" he asked aloud. He rubbed his head, and looked over at Crol, recognizing him from last night at least.

Crol chuckled and gave a yawn before replying. "You're in my bed, of course. It wouldn't be very nice of me to let you wake up outside, now would it? Sleep well?"

"Yeah," said Bill. "Better than I have in years, in fact. Man, I had a weird dream, though."

Crol couldn't help himself and smirked devilishly. "Really?" he inquired. "Care to share that dream?"

"Well, I remember we met and I, uh, well..." Bill trailed off, blushing a bit. "We....were intimate. God that sounds corny. Anyway I dreamed I....went up your ass."

The big guy laughed and smiled wide. "Oh, really? Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, surprisingly," the rabbit said, offering a little grin.

"Well then...I have good news for you," Crol said, and chuckled again. It wasn't a dream, it really happened. You spent several hours gurgling away riiight here." He smirked and patted his belly.

And with that, Bill promptly fainted dead away, landing softly on the cushiony pillows. The croc shook his head at this, grinning while he drew the rabbit close and let Bill sleep with him again. He'd have more to show him when he woke up.

The End