FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

HUNTERS' LOUNGE

An involuntary shiver ran through me when I caught sight of the old, blinking neon sign mounted over the doorway of The Hunters' Lounge. Pausing on the other side of the street, I mentally debated whether I should follow through with my curiosity and venture into an establishment rumored to clandestinely partake in desires no longer accepted by society. I exhaled in frustration, scolding myself for considering chickening out after coming this far. Besides, even if the rumors about the place were true, I probably wouldn't see anything anyway, being a stranger.

The Hunters' Lounge - according to a few clandestine websites - was a predator bar; one of many that sprung up after the government outlawed the natural activity of big guys eating little guys. The liberals decided that it was immoral for intelligent creatures to be swallowing each other - even though the practice wasn't as rampant as it had been for the past few thousand years. A civilized society cannot condone such actions, they said. And somehow they got enough support for their ridiculous idea to have the Constitution amended. No more eating your fellow anthros! Fucking liberals; always butting into other people's business.

So, as with anything that becomes illegal, it goes underground. Bars like The Hunters' Lounge would pop up in the seamier parts of just about every major city, and somehow manage to avoid attracting the attention of the police. Maybe the cops had better things to do than bust up places where consenting individuals went to find someone who would swallow them alive. Hell, back before it was made illegal, cops themselves would sometimes eat the smaller perpetrators of crimes. Saved on the cost of a trial.

Standing on the sidewalk in the dark, gathering up my nerve to wander over to the bar, I saw a large figure briskly approach and go inside. A bull, I decided. I've always had a thing for bulls and now knowing that one was in the place helped me get past my hesitation. Feeling my cock stir in my pants, I jogged across the street and stood at the door for a moment, gathering my nerve before pulling on the heavy obstacle and cautiously entering.

As with most bars the lighting was dim. Red walls and upholstery gave it a cavernous feel, although it appeared smaller than I had imagined from the outside. A wooden bar ran the length of the far wall with a few tables scattered across the floor. The bartender - a strikingly handsome wolf - gave me a glance and a smile, but the bull was nowhere to be seen. Besides the entrance, there were two other doors; one to the restroom, and one by the bar that I assumed was the back room/office. Maybe the bull went straight to the restroom? A few other anthros - mostly foxes - filled the place, chatting amongst themselves over the scratchy jukebox music.

"Evenin'" the wolf said, interrupting my impromptu overview of the place.

"Uh, um, hi," I responded, sauntering towards the bar as if magically beckoned by his greeting.

"Don't get many otters here," the bartender commented as he checked me out.

I swallowed deeply as I caught his intense blues eyes. He was even better looking up close and I quickly decided that he could eat me if he wanted. Or take me home and fuck my brains out. Then eat me. "Um, yeah, I guess we don't get this far inland much," I stammered, trying to keep my fantasies under control.

"Uh huh," he grunted, already seeming tired of the small talk. "What can I get ya?"

You, I thought to myself. "Beer. Uh, just a Bud, please."

With a nearly imperceptible nod, the wolf leaned down into the cooler as I glanced around again wondering where the bull had disappeared to. I considered asking, but quickly decided that it might come off as awkward. With the cold bottle set in front of me, I dug into my pants for a few dollars. The wolf gave me a customary smile as he took the money, immediately off to see to another patron. I sipped the beer, appreciating the liquid that relieved my nervously dry throat. So far, this place didn't seem any different than other bars I've been to. But I figured that I wasn't going to be walking into an open orgy of little guys getting swallowed up right out in the open. But ... other than the bartender, everyone here was little guys. And none of these foxes would be able to eat one of their own. Or me. I guess my best chance was to engage the wolf and see what he was about. He was certainly large enough to swallow any of the customers if he wanted.

I sat quietly, mostly watching the small crowd in the reflection of the wall-length mirror behind the bar. Probably from my anxiousness, I drank my beer too quickly and decided to catch the wolf's attention again to order another. As if from years of training he anticipated my need and had a second bottle for me before I could ask.

"This one's paid for," he whispered in my ear, intentionally nudging his cheek against mine.

Surprised, I wanted to ask by whom, but he was already at the far end of the bar taking another order. Was it from him? I bit my lip thinking someone that big and handsome would take an interest in me. And it excited me to think that I might actually be facing my desire to be eaten. As much as I fantasized about it I've never taken any action for it to happen - since it was now illegal anyway. And I'm not even sure I want it to happen tonight. My intent here is to just check things out and see if The Hunters' Lounge is really like what I read about. And I was kind of hoping I'd get to watch someone get eaten, assuming spectators were allowed. The limited descriptions on the website didn't really go into a lot of detail over what an illegitimate establishment's accepted protocols would be for guys eating other guys. And Hell, I really had no idea what this place was about. From the looks of it, my information could be all wrong and this was just another regular bar. So, even if it was the wolf that bought me the beer, he may only want sex. Only? Hell, that'd be pretty damn awesome all by itself! I caught the stupid smile on my face in the mirror just as I noticed a fox standing next to me.

"Hey," he said casually as I quickly regained my composure from my brief fantasy. "Anyone sitting here?"

"Uh, no. Help yourself," I stammered, feeling slightly disappointed that this may be my unknown benefactor. Not that I didn't like foxes - they were always great for throwing a wild fuck - but I had let my imagination latch onto fantasies about the wolf that a small fox couldn't possibly fulfill. But I gave a friendly smile as he slid himself onto the barstool.

"I'm Kipper," he said, leaning close to not announce his name to everyone there. "You're new here, right?"

"Uh, yeah. First time," I answered hesitantly, figuring that the fox must be a regular. Another potential blow to my assuming this was a predator bar; I didn't figure there would be many regulars - at least in the prey category. "Name's Bingo," I added with a salute of the beer I now assumed to be from my new friend.

"I been here a few times. More than I wanted, if ya know what I mean."

He gave me a curiously sly grin, as if sharing a secret, and I was again beginning to suspect that the internet rumors might be true. I grinned back and took a nervous sip of my beer. "What, you don't like coming here?" I asked, clumsily hoping to prod a bit more information from him.

"Nah, the place is fine," Kipper replied as he glanced around. "I just haven't ... found what I'm looking for. Yet." He smirked again and I decided that we were both being too vague. And I wanted to know if he was hinting at what I hoped he was hinting at.

"So, what it is you're looking for?"

"You know," the fox whispered. "Some place warm. And tight."

Shit, I thought. He could still be just referring to wanting to fuck. "Warm and tight is always good," I muttered, trying not to show my frustration.

"A one-way ticket to paradise," Kipper said, so softly that I almost didn't catch it. But my eyes immediately locked onto his and he knew that I knew that we were both dancing around the same thing.

"Into the belly of the beast," I whispered back, watching Kipper's grin turn into a full smile.

"That why you're here?" he asked, leaning close.

"Kinda, yeah," I said.

"Kinda?"

I took a large gulp of my beer. "I mean, it is, but I wanna ... observe it first, I guess. I've always wanted to see someone ... you know ... get eaten."

"Damn, buddy," the fox chuckled. "If I could figure out what it takes to get into the back room, I'd be more'n happy to let ya watch me take the plunge down some dude's throat."

I countered with a happy laugh, partly due to Kipper's willingness to accommodate my desire, but mostly due to his finally clarifying that I was in the right place. I also felt my cock stir at the thought of seeing my new friend being swallowed alive. For all the fantasies I've had about it happening to me, there's always been a fascination about watching. I couldn't count how many videos I'd saved from the internet of cartoons or CGIs that depicted people getting eaten. But I wanted to see the real thing. Before it happened to me. After a moment, I interrupted my own daydream and focused back on the fox. "There's a back room?" That would explain the missing bull.

"I think so. I'm pretty sure. I've seen guys go into the bathroom and not come out. But they're not in there either. I checked a few times. Gotta be a secret door or something."

Okay, this was starting to sound like what I had read about online. Of course there wouldn't be people getting swallowed right in full view; it was like the old speakeasy bars from prohibition times. A back room made perfect sense. "So, how do ya get in there?" I asked.

"Dunno," Kipper replied. "I checked out the bathroom pretty good, but didn't wanna be too conspicuous about it, ya know?"

"Yeah," I agreed mindlessly as I listened.

"But right before you came in, a big bull did too, and he went straight into the restroom. And unless he's takin' the dump of a lifetime, I'll bet ya he's not in there now."

I glanced over to the door that had a wooden sign proclaiming "Men" and felt like excusing myself to go explore it for secret passageways. But as I considered playing spy, the wolf bartender set two fresh drinks down for us.

"I think you've caught someone's attention," he said with a wink before quickly walking away.

Kipper and I stared at each other, wondering if this was a prelude to what we both hoped for. We each glanced casually around to see if our unknown benefactor would reveal himself. But the bar still had only smaller anthros - mostly foxes - and none seemed interested in us.

"Maybe it's the bartender?" I asked.

"Sure wouldn't mind," the fox responded enthusiastically. "He's got a hell of a body and a belly I'd love to end up in!"

I grinned, happy that I had someone I could share my feelings with. My family and friends all knew that I had desires to be eaten, and they were fine with it, but since the laws came into effect the conversations weren't as open or frequent. My parents even told me once that a lion couple they were friends with years ago had a son that they were arranging to have eat me. But the new laws messed up those plans. I had met the younger lion a few times afterwards, but if he was still interested, he didn't let on. Didn't stop me from fantasizing about him swallowing me though. Hell, I thought, if it weren't for the government interfering in peoples' lives, I wouldn't be out here in a strange bar looking for some stranger to eat me now; I would've been happily devoured a few years ago. With the blessings of both families.

As I mentally reminisced, Kipper and I drank and chatted about different predators we admired. More anthros had come, and the bar was getting crowded - but still no big guys. I noticed a large rat was now helping the bartender with drink orders for the outer tables. The noise level was such that Kipper and I had to nearly yell our whispers to each other. I figured if nothing else happens tonight, at least I can probably get a good fuck out of the fox. Foxes were such easy fucks.

Catching us both off guard, the wolf suddenly stopped in front of us and placed a paw on each of our shoulders, drawing us into a huddle.

"Gentlemen," he began with a serious smile, "pardon my intrusion, but ... might I inquire if either of you are employed by, or are in any way, associated with law enforcement?"

Kipper and I glanced at each other, confused. "I'm ... no, I'm not," I stammered, quickly realizing that our situation was very possibly about to change.

"Cop? Me?" the fox laughed. "No way, bro!"

"Very good," the wolf said. He was now joined by his rat associate who seemed to be eyeing us suspiciously. "If you should be so inclined, an invitation has been given for you both to visit what we call 'Purgatory'."

"Purgatory?" I repeated nervously.

The bartender smiled reassuringly. "A place between two worlds, so to speak. A place to maybe realize your desire, or you can step back into the world you know. No pressure, no recriminations. It's your decision."

I could practically see Kipper drooling. "Fuck, yeah!" he whispered hoarsely. "I'm in!" He nudged me expectantly.

"Y-yeah, me too," I said as I swallowed hard.

"Excellent," the wolf grinned. "Gentlemen, we would appreciate your utmost discretion until you reach Purgatory. If you would please each visit the restroom, allowing about five minutes apart, my associate will meet you there and guide you to what we all hope is the best moment of your life."

The rat quickly disappeared behind the bar as the wolf grinned and returned to his duties as if nothing had happened. Kipper was shaking with excitement and punched me in the shoulder before jogging to the restroom. Discrete, I thought with a smirk. I had no problem with the fox going first since it gave me a chance to consider my position. Was I about to be tossed into a den of hungry predators? Would I really want to pass up such an opportunity? Damn, maybe I could get to watch Kipper get swallowed by one! That made my dick jump and as I grinned I caught the wolf looking my way. He subtly nodded towards the restroom door and I figured it was time for me to go. I gave him an appreciative smile and slowly made my way through the crowd.

Stepping inside, I was startled by the stark, bright light. There was the standard urinal and stall and a small porcelain sink. No other doors that I could see. I thought I was alone until I glanced into the mirror over the sink and saw the rat standing behind me.

"Ready?" was all he said as he stared with his little, piercing eyes.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I said with a nervous laugh.

"Hm," came the unamused response. "If you change your mind, the bartender told me he'd like to fuck you. He won't eat you though. He doesn't eat people."

My eyes widened with anticipation. "But where you're taking me ... they do?"

"If they're in the mood and they like you, maybe. But someone was buying you drinks, so odds are you'll probably get eaten. That's what you want, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Otters are rare. That's probably why someone is interested in you."

"Oh. That's good, right?"

The rat gave me a look that made me think he was irritated with me. "If your desire is to end up in someone's stomach, then that's good. Right."

I just smiled, not sure how to respond. Pulling a metallic disk from his pocket, the rat gently placed it against the wall directly to the left of the paper towel dispenser and slowly rotated it until there was a slight click. He then nudged the wall with his shoulder and the entire section creaked open to reveal a hallway. I stood in awe of how well designed this secret entrance was, but was quickly ushered in by the rat.

"First door is where your friend is. If you decide to come back - which I doubt you will - press this button here and wait for me to come get you. Understand?"

"What's in here?" I asked, peering down the hall.

"Predators," he said as the wall moved back into its normal position, leaving me alone in the hallway. Taking a deep breath, I went to the door that he said I would find Kipper and slowly opened it.

"Dude!" The fox's excited - but hushed - voice startled me. "You gotta see this!"

Happy to be reunited with my new friend, I entered the small room he was in. It was about four foot by six foot and completely empty. Opposite the door was a large window and another door leading to a much larger area - what appeared to be another bar. And this bar had large anthros! Including the mysterious bull I had seen earlier. I could only see four others, and they all were sitting back, relaxing with their drinks. I quickly noticed that they were naked and felt my cock jump again at the sight of such magnificent, floppy meat. Given the tint of the window, I realized it was one-way glass. We could see them but they couldn't see us. Interesting setup, I thought.

"I'm gonna go in," Kipper said, staring intently at a muscular bear.

"Wait, what, right now? Already?"

"Fuck, yeah! Why not? Maybe you'll get your wish to see me get eaten! Later, buddy!" He gave a quick chuckle and opened the inner door, quickly slipping into the bar.

I watched all the large anthros casually turn to acknowledge his entrance, seeming almost disinterested that someone had joined them. Kipper was checking out each of the big guys, and I suspected he was deciding which one he planned on hooking up with. I wondered if the anthros were also doing the same; silently debating which one would be filling their belly with the eager fox. How do they decide? My interest and curiosity had me rubbing my now rock-hard cock.

Within my unseen room, I also sized up each of the potential predators. Naturally I seemed to favor the bull right away because I had seen him earlier and was already intrigued by him. He was large, even for a bull. Almost a solid brown color, but with areas of white on his chest and stomach. Nice muscle gut, I noticed. Would be a nice place to end up. The bear that Kipper was now chatting with was also quite nice. He was solid black and bit smaller than the bull, but I could see his cock stirring against his abs as he and the fox got to know each other. He really kept himself in shape, which struck me as unusual for a bear. But it added to his appeal. The remaining two - a tiger and a lion - also seemed to be casually chatting with my friend.

I couldn't hear anything, and was tempted to crack the door open, but decided to keep myself hidden for the time being. It was too interesting to watch the five participants interact in what I hoped would be an act of illegal swallowing. My fox buddy definitely seemed to have chosen the bear, made evident by the blowjob he was now giving him. I could see the lion and tiger slowing stroking themselves as they watched, but the bull - whom I still wanted - didn't seem interested. He just sipped his drink as the bear moaned in pleasure.

It felt odd to watch. For all my sexual encounters - and there have been a few! - I never really had the opportunity to observe others doing it. But Kipper was an excellent cocksucker; I could see that from here. And the bear appeared to be enjoying his little partner's talents, rewarding him with a large load. I could see semen squirting out of the fox's mouth as he tried to swallow it all, and the others appeared to be chuckling at the sight. The lion and tiger were both hard now, and I imagined how much fun it would be to just walk in there and join in a full-on orgy with them. God, I love big dicks!

Half expecting - and hoping! - the bear to now reciprocate by eating the fox, I was slightly surprised to instead see the tiger slide over to begin sucking my friend's hard cock. Kipper was standing with the tiger lying on his belly in front of him. Odd position, I thought. But then the bear moved behind the fox and started rubbing his still-hard erection against his ass. As he roughly shoved himself in, he pushed Kipper forward, almost laying him on top of the tiger who was still eagerly sucking away.

I couldn't watch all this and not join in - well, in the sense that I was still hidden in my little room. But I quickly slipped off my clothes and began jerking my cock, careful not to go too fast. I wanted this to last as long as possible as I watched the orgy going on in the other room.

My fox friend was now being plowed quite aggressively by the bear as he leaned over the tiger. I could see the grin on his face, even as I could tell his ass was straining to accommodate the huge rod of flesh that was being rammed into it. I let an empathetic moan escape, recalling times when I had been in a similar position. But I never had the added delight of being blown at the same time.

Slowing my pace a bit, I noticed the bull was now fondling his own meat and I wondered if I should join in and get myself fucked by the big guy. But instead, with no way to know my secret fantasies, he went behind the tiger and quickly stuffed his bullcock deep inside. The tiger stopped sucking the fox for a moment to express something I couldn't hear, but then went back to it. Only the lion was now not involved, but he was busily stroking himself as he watched.

It was an awesome scene and I wondered if the participants had intentionally positioned themselves to give me a great view of it all - since I assume they knew someone was in the little room observing them. My fox buddy even glanced at the window a few times - either to acknowledge me, or to watch himself in the reflection as he was fucked and sucked at the same time.

The bull, still rhythmically pounding the tiger's ass, now leaned over him; putting himself face-to-face with Kipper. In a move that I assume had been practiced before, the bear thrust himself into Kipper with such force that the fox's face was pushed forward into the waiting maw of the bull! Closing his mouth around Kipper's head, the little guy was being pistoned in and out as the bear fucked him. I nearly shot my load right then, but fought the urge, wanting to wait until I couldn't possibly hold back.

But this was beyond what I had hoped to see! With each thrust into the tight ass, the bear was stuffing a bit more of the fox into the bull's mouth. Oh my God - fucked and eaten at the same time! There couldn't be a better way to go! I had to put a paw on the window to steady myself as the eroticism of what I was watching had me literally dizzy! My fox buddy was already halfway in the bull now, with his little paws sticking out of the edges of his mouth. The tiger had given up trying to continue sucking him since the angle made it impossible, but he stayed in his position to support the weight of the bull who was still fucking him. The bear was holding the bull's horns as he rammed, shoving Kipper deeper and deeper into his gulping throat. It took only a few more thrusts before his hips were pressed against the bull's face, with only the fox's legs and tail left extending out. The bear let out a roar - easily heard, even through the closed door - and flooded the fox with his load. A few more final thrusts, and he pulled out, allowing the bull to tilt his head upward and gulp the fox's legs into his maw, quickly swallowing.

Watching the bulge of my buddy pass through the bull's throat and swelling his chest before slipping into his stomach was more than I could handle and my cock exploded in my paw. My hot semen squirted across the window as I unintentionally shouted my approval of what I had just witnessed. Lightheaded, I struggled to not let my eyes wander off the bull, whose stomach was now bloated with his living meal. I could see movement and knew Kipper was happily adapting to his new - and final - home. It was such an arousing sight that my cock excitedly gave up another load! I fell to my knees as the intensity of my orgasm overwhelmed me. The bull laid back on the floor and began rubbing his stuffed belly. Oh God, I wanted it to be me in there; tightly squeezed into the warm flesh of his hungry stomach!

My breathing was hard and loud, and I didn't even realize that the lion was at the door, watching me with a seductive grin.

"Enjoy the show, little one?" he asked in a deep voice that was both curious and challenging.

I couldn't answer, still trying to catch my breath, but I nodded weakly and tried to smile. The lion glanced at the window, smirking as he saw the copious amounts of semen I had covered it with.

"You shouldn't waste such stuff," he said, mock-scolding me. With a paw, he scooped up a large trail of cum and brought it to his face. Opening his maw, he extended his huge tongue in an obvious show for my benefit, and slowly lapped his paw clean. "Mmmm, you taste nice." His grin was almost evil in its absolute seductiveness and I felt myself getting dizzy again. Because he hadn't been a part of the activities, I hadn't really given him much consideration. But now, as he decidedly wanted to display his interest in me, my fantasies dove into how awesome it would be to have him eat me alive. "Would you like to join us?" he asked, deciding that my inability to form words shouldn't keep the party from going on. I again nodded and he took my paw, steadying me as I found my footing.

Stepping into the bar area, I realized why the little room was called Purgatory. I was now in Heaven surrounded by four large predators; one of which was full of my friend Kipper. And I was determined to make sure I would follow suit.

"Look what I found," the lion jokingly proclaimed as he nudged me onto the still reclining tiger.

"An otter!" the tiger replied as he wrapped a strong paw around me, hugging me firmly against his belly. "We never get otters in here."

"I've never had one in here," the bear laughed, pointing to his abs.

"You assholes are too picky," the bull grumbled. "You can fill yourselves with fox any time ya want." He belched as he continued rubbing his stuffed belly.

"Fox is fine," the lion grinned, "but I like variety now and then."

"So, you want us to fill him for ya or what?" the tiger asked.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" the lion said with mock surprise. "Cream-filled otter is a delicacy I can't pass up!"

I glanced at the big feline with nervous excitement. "You ... you're the one who's gonna ... um, eat me?"

He grinned happily. "Yup! I won the coin toss! Soon as we saw you walk in, we about fell over ourselves deciding who gets ya."

Saw me? I suddenly realized that there was a TV monitor mounted over the window of the room I had been in that showed the entire main bar. It was now packed with foxes, a few coyotes and some other small anthros. So, it was these guys that had been buying my drinks. I smiled with the knowledge that I had been essentially "won" by a coin toss and would end up in the lion.

"You don't mind if we make ya a few pounds heavier, do ya?" the tiger asked, as he rolled onto his back.

"Huh?" I said. But instead of answering, he guided my face to his hard cock, which I eagerly took into my mouth. Even though I think he was exaggerating, I would readily take as much of his cum as I could. Hell, I would've sucked off Kipper before he got swallowed. I immediately tasted precum and figured that the tiger wouldn't last too long since he already had his ass plowed by the bull and was probably ready to shoot. And I was right; just a few minutes of my expert cocksucking had him blasting a thick load of hot semen down my throat. He purred loudly and shoved my head down onto his knot as his load continued to fill my belly. I moaned in pleasure, savoring the taste and worked to drain every last drop from his hard cock. When it was obvious that the tiger was spent, I looked up at the others and smiled. "Next," I chuckled.

"Ooh, I like this guy," the bear laughed, pulling me off the tiger and shoving me between the bull's open legs. His cock was massive, and not even hard yet. Slurping it into my mouth, I quickly brought it to full attention. Cupping his huge balls in one paw, I let my other paw gently wander over his stuffed belly where Kipper was being digested. The thought of him being in the bull's stomach excited me in my anticipation of experiencing the same from the lion. I could feel a large lump through the muscle and flesh and wondered if it was the fox's head. I rubbed that area as I intensified my sucking the bull's big dick. Normally I would take my time and ensure that my partner was having a great experience, but I was eager for the finale, so I used my skills to bring him to orgasm. And what an orgasm it was! Considering this was his second load - the first filling the tiger's ass - he spewed more cum than I've ever seen - or swallowed! It was hot and thick and salty - and I loved it! I felt his stomach muscles tighten as he bellowed his pleasure, shifting the body inside.

As I finished lapping up cum from the bull's crotch, the bear grabbed me and pushed me further up onto the bull's stuffed belly. I was now lying on top of my digesting friend and facing the lion's hard cock as he straddled over the bull's head. I had hoped that I'd get to taste the lion before he ate me, and happily swallowed the length of his hot erection. The bear was behind me, holding me in place on the bull's belly and rubbing his cockhead against my ass. Feeling the strained groaning and gurgling from the bull's stomach as I sucked on the lion was an experience I hadn't dreamed of. I knew I was doing a good job as I heard the lion quietly moaning "Oh yeah, eat me," a few times.

Just as I was deciding that I needed to paw off, I felt a warm mouth on my cock and figured the tiger had slid in between me and the bull's crotch. It felt really good and I knew I'd have to concentrate to not blow too quickly. The bull was now rimming the lion, whom I could tell was getting close to cumming. I rubbed his abs as I sucked him, wanting to feel where I would soon be. The muscles were tense and warm and I tried to imagine how he'd look in a few minutes when I was stuffed inside. His breathing became short and quick and he began to thrust his cock faster into my throat. I grabbed his sides for leverage just as he let loose. His seed erupted from his cock and flooded my mouth. I gulped hungrily, wanting none of his thick load to escape. He roared loudly, causing me to begin shooting my load into the tiger's maw.

Having thought the bull's load was the largest I had taken, the lion surprised me by easily exceeding it! I nearly felt like I was drowning as I tried to keep up with the spewing semen that filled my mouth and throat and belly. And, right in the middle of all my gulping, the bear rammed his fat cock into my ass! The initial shock made me go limp atop the bull's belly as the lion pumped the last of his seed into me. I was now being pounded by the bear, just as Kipper had been earlier. No longer cumming, the lion pulled his cock out of my mouth and bent down to lap my face. The bear's thrusting pushed me onto the thick tongue, and I was quickly surrounded by the lion's lips.

I got a blissful view of his open throat before he closed his mouth around my head, plunging me into warm, wet darkness. The lion was tasting me, sucking on me as I was rhythmically shoved further into his hungry maw, inch by wonderful inch. Covered in thick saliva, I lapped at his tongue, tasting him back. This was a moment I wish I could freeze in time; stretched over the bulging belly of a bull stuffed with my friend Kipper, getting fucked by a horny bear while being sucked off by a tiger, and swallowed alive by a lion. None of my fantasies about being eaten involved this much interaction, and the sensations from every part of me added to the feeling of ecstasy I was experiencing. So naturally I shot another load into the tiger's mouth. He hardly had time to take my seed before having to slide out of the way since the bear was fucking me deeper into the lion's throat. I felt my sensitive cock dragging along the bull's belly as the lion grabbed my torso to slow my insertion into his gullet. The bear was jackhammering my ass and I figured he was about to blow, finalizing the lion's desire of having a cream-filled otter.

My head was deep in the lion's throat, near the opening to his stomach and I could feel his tongue now lapping at my hard cock. I was almost all the way in! Even with the tight flesh of the esophagus pressed against my ears, I could hear the bear shout that he was cumming, and felt his hot seed fill my ass as he continued to pound away. Just as my head entered the belly, the bear's fat cock quickly pulled out. And the lion swallowed, sending the rest of me down his throat and into his stomach. I rolled into a fetal ball as the hot stomach walls stretched to accommodate my size.

Oh, fuck, it felt so wonderful! More erotic than I had imagined it could. The hot, spongy flesh of the stomach clung onto me and pulsated with the lion's heartbeat. I turned my head to taste it, wanting to experience every possible facet of the organ that would quickly begin digesting me. Muscles stretched and contracted all around me, pressing and squashing me as loud grumbles and gurgles expressed the stomach's pleasure and intent. Moistness secreted from the flesh and I knew I would soon feel the tingle of enzymes as they worked into my skin to take me apart to be absorbed. As I expected, the air became thin and a euphoric dizziness swept over me. I happily snuggled into the warm, comforting flesh that was hungrily enjoying me and lamented about people denied this amazing sense of being - all due to those damn liberal politicians. My dream was to be eaten, and no law could stop that now.