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Happy Anni-vore-sary

By: Zerky DeVore (Formerly BerserkerB)

On the corner of Ivy St. and Eighth, there is a shop known as Tails Up High. The little shop stood out amidst the surroundings. While most of the other buildings were of faded brick and steel, Tails Up High had been converted from an old house. The house's victorian design, with its gothic framework, slant roof, and a myriad of black-curtained windows, made it an atypical sight for the wandering passer. Its sign, which hung over the small porch, proudly displayed the shop's name, with a caption that read, "Adult toys and books." Though not a bustling shop, a sign on the door exclaimed, "Open since 1975."

Will Freeman stared up at the sign, smiling like a child about to step into a toy store. He bit his lower lip, his palms tight and sweaty. His throat itched, and he reflexively scratched at the spot, digging his finger under the white leather collar around his neck. He sighed, letting his muscles relax before stepping up the porch and walked inside.

The smell of burning incense hit Will like a hammer to his nose. A strong minty aroma pierced his nasal passages like spears, burning his nostrils and making his eyes water. As he rubbed his teary eyes, he staggered forward. He bumped into something tall and furry, nearly toppling the person over.

"Watch where you're going. Stupid human." Will apologized to the angry fox, ignoring the slight against his species. The fox looked him over, his eyes hot and judgemental. Will tried not to meet his eyes, feeling rather foolish for his clumsiness. Whatever the fox was thinking was lost, as the vulpine twitched his nose, sneered, and walked away.

Will sighed and moved on. He was here on mission, and was not about to ruin things because of some rude fox. As he moved through the store, his eyes fell upon the various toys and devices. Dildos that ranged from small to holy hell, and came in a variety of different species designs. Latex and rubber fuck toys, anal beads and cock rings, porn dvds, fuzzy handcuffs, sexy lingerie, and a little bondage gear was most of what the store had to offer. Will passed it all by, chuckling at some of the more obscure and silly things displayed on the shelves.

He walked to one of the back rooms, and was quickly greeted with a hug and two pillowy mounds of fur to the face. "Hello there sweetie!" shouted the high-pitched voice of Jessica, one of the store's owners. Will's vision was a furry darkness, as Jessica's breasts squeezed him of his precious air. He flailed his arms about until Jessica got the message. "Sorry 'bout that hon. I forgot you don't like the girls in your face."

Will gasped as delicious oxygen flowed through his lungs. "I saw my life flash before my eyes. But I couldn't see it behind your massive boobs." He and Jessica chuckled. Jessica was a wolf who, as she often put it, had aged like fine wine. Will found no argument, as even he had to admit to how beautiful Jessica was. With a pretty face, a wide chest, curvy hips, and a sexual appetite that rivaled any man's, the luscious over-the-hill lupine was the perfect purveyor of adult toys.

"I haven't seen you in over a month. Tristan not letting you out of your cage?" She smirked and cheekily played at the tag of his white collar.

Will rolled his eyes and pushed her hand away. "Ha ha, very funny." He sounded sarcastic, but his smile gave him away. "We've just been very busy. Today is our one year anniversary, after all."

The look of Jessca's face as it lit up was priceless. "Oh... My... Raptor Jesus." She squeaked like a mouse and looked ready to explode from excitement. "Is this when you two..."

"Yup. Tonight's the night Tristan eats me." He barely dodged another breast-deadly hug. Jessica's excitement drove her to tears.

"I am so happy for you. I remember when I ate my first husband. Of course, we waited for our tenth anniversary, but that's in the past." Jessica's enthusiasm made Will feel less tense. He listened intently as Jessica described her last anniversary with her first husband. Despite being so long ago, she described the entire thing with amazing detail, and Will found it hard to hide the growth between his thighs.

After Jessica had finished her story, which took a good ten minutes, Will felt more eager than ever. "I was hoping," he said with a blush, "that you might have some... items suited for an anniversary of this kind."

The she-wolf beamed a row of bright, sharp teeth. "Oh honey," she said as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, "I've got just what you need to make your last night the best ever." She lead him down the hall and into a private room, where the 'exotic merchandise' was kept.

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Will could hardly contain his excitement as the hours passed him by. He had gotten home with plenty of time to spare, an inconspicuous brown bag clutched tightly against his chest. He hurriedly cleaned up the kitchen, set the table, and jumped in the shower. After drying, Will giddily reached into the paper bag and pulled out his purchases.

Jessica had provided him with a set of edible clothes, carefully woven to be easily chewed off and digestible. Will carefully slipped a long lace stocking up his right leg. The white fabric felt very soft in his skin, and fit snuggly. He did the same with his left leg, and then put on a rather small thong. The taut fabric was too small to fit around his dick, and instead could only cover his balls. Finally, a sleeveless mesh shirt slid over his head and clung to his chest tightly. The shirt was just a little too short, leaving his midriff exposed.

Will stood before a mirror and stared at his visage with a raised brow. He never dressed girly, except on rare occasions when Tristan asked him to, and was always surprised at how good feminine clothes fit him. He studied his physique, shown clearly through the contours of the tight clothes. He ran his hands up his legs, the stockings smooth against his fingers. They felt like a second skin, only softer. He moaned lightly as he felt up his chest, admiring his lean muscle and dark skin.

Before losing his thoughts to vanity, Will noticed the time out of the corner of his eye. He blushed at himself for being so vain, and hurried back to the kitchen. The temperature shifted some between the bedroom and kitchen, and Will felt a slight chill through the bumps on his skin. He had made it back just in time, the lock on the door made a loud click as he entered the kitchen. Anxiously, Will scurried to the table and plopped his butt onto a silver platter he had set near the edge. He hurried into a sexy pose, lifting his knees up some, spreading his legs out a little, arching his back, and placing a hand behind his head.

He listened as the front door shut and heard the sound of padded feet upon the hardwood floor. Will's heart beat furiously against his chest, as if it were trying to burst from his chest like an alien. He held his breath as the footsteps grew closer. Tristan's shadow stretched into view, and then...

Tristan stopped in front of the entranceway, turned his head quickly, and stated in a couple of seconds, "I'll be right back, sweetie," before continuing on. Will sat on the table in an awkward silence. He let out his breath, only to have Tristan stick his rainbow-haired head in front of the entrance. "By the way, you look sexy." He winked and scurried away.

Will waited and listened to Tristan get ready from the other room. He heard the creaking of the floor as the tiger hurried along, the sound of water running as he took a shower, and the dresser drawers opening and closing. Finally, Tristan reappeared, his fur clean and combed, wearing nothing but a smirk and his birthday-suit. The large tiger leaned against the door frame, his eyes scanning meticulously. Will instantly sprung back into his sexy pose, his face beaming with pride.

"I see you stopped by Jessica's," Tristan said as he sauntered in. His hips and tail swayed opposite to each other. He looked like a predator who had just cornered his prey, and knew that there was no escape. Will sniffed the air, and could already smell the feline's musk, even from a few feet away and despite the shower.

"I did. Do you like?"

The tiger's face beamed, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Oh I do." He ran a gentle paw along Will's left leg. Will closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft touch as it traced up his thigh and down his leg. "You look so lovely. I can hardly believe it's been a whole year."

As Tristan reached in and stroked Will's right leg, he brought his other hand up to the thong around Will's balls and caressed it with a finger. Will moaned softly and bit his lower lip. "I know. I can't believe how fast it all was. I feels like yesterday that you cornered me in that alley, intent on eating me for a snack then and there." Tristan leaned in and nibbled at Will's collar, continuing to stroke his leg and balls.

"But you surprised me, so I let you live for one more year." He brought his head up, and their lips met for a brief moment. "And it's been the best year ever."

Will took in a deep breath. Tristan's eyes shined like gems, even when cast in shadow. The gleam was mesmerizing, like staring at two perfect diamonds glistening in the sun. "It will be." Will blushed and looked away, afraid he might say something stupid. "Once you eat me, that is."

He felt Tristan pull away, and Will's heart skipped a beat. He stared up at his tiger curiously. The sparkle in Tristan's eyes remained, despite the solemn look on his face. "I'm going to miss you, just so you know."

"No you won't," Will chuckled. "You'll cry for a day, and then find another snack to take your mind off of me."

Tristan's expression brightened. "Yeah, you're right." He licked his lips, and Will could sense the sadness be consumed by lust and hunger. "You are just food. Sweet and sexy, but still food."

"I know." Will gave the tiger a cheeky grin and stuck out his tongue playfully. Tristan laughed for a moment, but then surprisingly pounced on him. The table shifted from the momentum, but to Will it felt like the Earth moving. He let out a gasp and found the weight of Tristan pushed down upon him. Will threw his hands back to keep from falling. He felt a pair of wet lips upon his shoulder, followed by the light sting of nibbling teeth. Tristan played with the mesh cloth, tearing at individual strings meticulously slowly.

After a couple of minutes, Tristan paused. He sniffed at the mesh shirt carefully, his face struggling with curiosity. "Is this..." He licked the shirt and his eyes lit up. "It is! That sly girl." Will smiled as Tristan began to lick and nibble at the shirt more ferociously. Jessica had given Will clothes laced with catnip. The plant had an intoxicating effect on felines, to which its effects on Tristan were becoming rapidly apparent. The licking grew rougher and the nibbling grew harder. Tristan's teeth found their way to Will's nipple, and Will cried out when the sharp fangs tenderized the sensitive area. He wrapped his legs around Tristan, pulling the tiger closer.

Tristan ravaged the mesh shirt, tearing small pieces out of it while leaving small marks on Will where his teeth scraped too close. Will felt his blood pulse as the tiger's fangs taunted his skin. He watched Tristan's mouth explore nearly every inch of his torso. The feline's nose was cold and wet, and made him shiver. The rough tongue felt like wet, fleshy sandpaper; soft but coarse upon his skin. Tristan's tongue meandered down Will's body until it came upon the human's quivering erection. Will let out a sudden gasp when Tristan licked at the tip. The flesh was sensitive, more so because Tristan had denied Will pleasure for a week, and Will bit his lower lip from the cool rush up his back.

"Oh God, I-" Tristan cut him off by shoving the entire length of man-meat into his dripping maw. Will leaned back, his body shivered as he moaned. Tristan sucked vigorously, drool dribbling past his lips and soaking into the cat-nip laced fabric that cupped Will's balls.

Will could hardly believe how lucky he was. Tristan hardly ever gave him head, and despite being ninety-nine percent top, gave it better than most bottom bitches. Tristan moved to Will's balls. His fangs bit into the taut thong, roughly grazing Will's nuts. He tore the fabric off, chewing it some before swallowing it down with a loud gulp.

"Sexy," Will said with a seductive grin. He watched the small bulge move down Traitan's throat, his imagination going wild.

"Tasty too," the tiger replied with a show by wetly licking his lips. "Not as tasty as you're going to be." Will could not help but blush. "Now then..." Tristan pulled away from the table, slipping out of Will's legs. Will gave his tiger a pouty face, to which Tristan chuckled at. "Don't give me that look. I want you on your knees and doing your daily duty one last time."

Will nearly leaped off of the table. It rocked for a moment but did not fall over. He fell to the floor, his arms wrapped around the tiger's hips as his knees touched the linoleum. Will gazed longingly at the nine-inch long pink shaft. He felt his mouth water, hungry to get to work working his last meal from that hot, fleshy faucet.

The tip of Tristan's shaft was quite wet when Will sucked it into his mouth. He let his tongue gather the copious amount of pre-cum, the sticky liquid was hard to swallow, but tasted good. Will carefully meandered his lips further down the shaft, slowly taking in as much as he could handle. Tristan was patient; Will could hear his purring, soft as silk. It warmed the human to hear it, though he also felt an iota of regret knowing he would not be hearing it again. After a couple of minutes gingerly working his way down, Will was able to fit nearly the entirety of Tristan's thick shaft in his mouth.

Tristan knew he was ready. Tristan always knew when Will was ready. The tiger's paws wrapped firmly around Will's head, claws out, the sharp tips nipping at his skin. Will closed his eyes and tightened his lips. Tristan laid into Will's face with the energy of a jet engine. The tiger's hips pounded against Will's face. Hot, wet flesh slid in and out, causing drool and pre to cascade down Will's chin. The human let out a muffled gasp each time Tristan shoved his dick down Will's throat. The tiger pushed hard, not giving Will a chance to protest any pain he might be feeling. The tight grip on his head, with the added threat of claws, made sure Will was unable to pull away until Tristan was finished with him.

"You like that, don't you, you little cock slut." Tristan huffed harshly. Will's face grew red with embarrassment, but he loved every moment of it. "Oh yes," Tristan continued, his voice deep with lust, "take it all in. Suck on it well, you delicious pile of meat, 'cause it'll be the last time you get to."

Will felt his entire body heat up. His loins were boiling, and growing hotter at each harsh, but true, word. He wanted to reply, to say, Yes Sir, I'm nothing but your food, but all he could do was think it as Tristan drove every single inch of his cock down Will's aching throat.

It had been perhaps five minutes, maybe more, and Will was having trouble keeping his breath. He managed to open his eyes, but could not look away from Tristan's hips thrusting back and forth. The rush of orange and black was disorienting, and also rather beautiful. Finally, after what seemed like an blissful aching eternity, a hot mess of gooey tiger seed splashed into Will's mouth. The sudden salty mixture was a kick to the senses, and Will found himself back to full strength. Tristan shoved hard while pulling on Will's head. The human found his face buried in fur while he reflexively guzzled at the rush of semen. Tristan stayed still for a moment, moaning delightfully in the glow, but eventually thrust a couple more times, spilling any remaining seed his cock was withholding.

Will closed his eyes once more and took in the moment. The tiger's musk was strong, almost overwhelming. When Will had first moved in, he had found the aroma to be revolting, often gagging when it became too much. But now, he reveled in it, enjoying the pungent scent of his tiger's sexual musk as it filled his lungs. Tristan let go of Will's head, and caressed his rough hair with aloof fingers. Will kept Tristan in his mouth, suckling on the tip while the shaft slowly grew flaccid. They stayed like that for a while, both taking in their last few moments together as lovers.

Finally, Tristan spoke up. "Take your collar off." Will's eyes lit up. He stood up and slowly unbuckled the leather collar. Once it was free, he held it out and Tristan took it. The tiger looked at the strip of white leather, with a little metal tag with the word 'Meat' engraved in it, as if he were looking at an old photograph. "Do you remember what I said, when I first gave this to you?"

Will nodded. "That if you ever caught me without it, you would kill me on the spot."

Tristan laughed. "And what else?"

Will thought for a moment. "No, that's all you told me."

The tiger scratched his chin curiously. "Really? I thought I said something sappier than that."

"Nope. You were pretty fierce about it." With a smile, Will added, "Which is why I never took it off." He was rewarded with a beaming, toothy grin.

"In that case, I guess I should keep my end of the deal."

"I guess you should."

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"Are you sure you are?" Will waited for Tristan to respond. There was silence between them, awkward, but oddly appropriate. Will watched as Tristan looked at the collar, then back at him, and then back to the collar. He gripped the strap of leather tightly in his paw, and a moment later, tossed it onto the counter.

Their eyes met. Tristan's gaze was wholly predatorial, a fire gone ablaze, hungry to consume whatever it touched. Will had not seen those eyes in over a year, when Tristan had first cornered him in that alleyway. The human felt a cold chill, and he stared up at the dominating creature before him with instinctual fear in his eyes. Yet despite what his instincts told him, Will was not truly afraid. Tristan pointed at the table, not saying a word. There was no need for words between them, Will understood his place, and nodded. He moved to the table, his body shivering as the cold chill grew stronger. He eased up, getting onto the silver platter from earlier. He plopped his rump on the platter, easing back while sticking his legs out from the table. Will watched with anticipation as Tristan moved towards him. The tiger stopped, then circled the table slowly, like a predator circling his prey.

Tristan's eyes burned like stars. Will could not take his eyes off them, and when Tristan was behind him, he could feel the heat of Tristan's glare upon his skin. After Tristan circled back around, he and Will exchanged one final eye-to-eye gaze. They nodded simultaneously, and then Tristan struck.

Will closed his eyes as two strong furry hands grabbed his arms. He bit his lower lip, his heart racing. He heard Tristan yawn as the tiger's jaws grew wide, and felt the tiger's hot breath upon his face. The two paws lifted Will up, and the human's head was quickly engulfed as the tiger greedily shoved it into his drooling maw. The pressure Will felt was rather strange. The throat muscles were wet, yet gripped him tightly. It reminded him of a wet latex glove that stuck to skin with sweat, only this surrounded his whole head. Tristan swallowed hard, shoving Will's shoulders in quickly. The pressure around Will's head strengthened, and he found it hard to breathe with a layer of flesh pushed against his nose.

Despite the odd sensation, Will was beyond happy. He could not find the right words to describe how he felt. Happy, blissful, jubilant, they were good, but not right. The closest word he could think of to describe his feelings was euphoric. Despite being stuffed into a tiger's gullet, Will's senses seemed to be at their best. He listened to the sound of air pushing out of the way, like when he used press his thumb into a jar of silly-puddy. As he descended further, his chest now gripped tightly between Tristan's lips, he heard a familiar thumping noise. It took no time at all to determine that it was the sound of Tristan's heart, separated only by a couple inches of flesh.

Will found his mind swimming in sexual bliss. His cock ached for attention, but he was unable to reach it. His arms were pinned against his sides, compressed by the tiger's powerful jaws. Will squirmed about, not because he wanted to escape, but because the desire to come was occupying every inch of his thoughts. His mind lit up when he suddenly felt Tristan's warm tongue press against his throbbing erection. The tiger lapped at the quivering shaft, and for a brief moment, Will felt the tension leave him.

But that moment lasted only briefly. Tristan slurped the human's loins into his gullet, ignoring Will's desires. Deep down Will knew he should not have expected any last minute playtime. As the tiger's vigorous slurping and gulping made clear, Will was food, nothing more.

Tristan's stomach welcomed Will with a splash of digestive juices. Will was glad he had his eyes closed, the hot and smelly liquid irritated his skin instantly. The walls expanded as he filled the fleshy sac, keeping a tight hold on him, but providing just enough room to shift his body around. The fleshy walls were covered by a layer of acid, which quickly coated Will from head to toe as the rest of his body entered the dark, smelly prison.

It took Will a moment to fully realize his situation. Here he was, engulfed in the belly of a tiger who was once his lover. Stomach acid slowly poured in, stinging Will's skin and making him shift and squirm involuntarily. His end was certain... and he loved it. He shifted around until he was able to grip his dick with his right hand.

Before he could get to work, the world began to shift and then sway. Will thought for a moment before figuring that Tristan had gotten up and was moving through the house. He enjoyed the odd swaying, it was like being rocked to sleep by a big, fleshy blanket. The world tumbled and shook, then was still.

Will took his chance and began beating his shaft, still very much rock hard, as fast as he could. The digestive juices helped to lubricate things, despite the skin irritation. Will threw everything he had into his arm. He imagined Tristan, lying in bed with a thick layer of fat that was once Will. He saw his body melting away, pictured himself as no more than a bulge in his tiger's beautiful belly.

The whole world shook as Will released his seed one last time. He swore he could hear Tristan's moans, even through all the other bodily noises. The human let go of his aching shaft, enjoying the glow of his final climax. He smiled as he drifted off, the sounds of Tristan's churning belly lulling him into darkness.

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Tristan could not believe how amazing that orgasm was. It had been ages since he had eaten another person, and he had forgotten how good it felt. He was unsure what Will had been doing in there, but whatever it had been, it brought the tiger from erect to coming in no time at all. He waited to see if Will had any more energy left, but the bulge was motionless, and the only sound Tristan could hear was his meal digesting.

The tiger sighed and reached down next to him. He grabbed a white leather collar, with a metal tag that said "Meat." He placed it upon his belly, watching it rise and fall with his breathing.

Tristan smiled, then let out massive belch that shook the bed. The collar nearly fell off, but luckily was caught by a stray bump that might have been Will's head. The tiger licked his lips, still able to taste his delicious little human on his lips.

Tristan thought about what he would do tomorrow. He planned on hanging the collar up on the mantle, preserving it as a trophy to remind himself of what a wonderful meal Will had been. He figured he would spend the day sulking, adjusting to not having his little human around. Another light belch brought Will's flavor back to his mouth. The tiger smiled, settled back against the headboard, and drifted off to sleep. He dreamed of his next meal and the fun he would have pursuing it.

The End