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Clyde opened his eyes slowly, not sure where he was. He groaned as he became aware of his headache. Oliver was standing over him. "Here's some Advil." The fox swallowed the pills and cup of water that were presented to him. He was still groggy, and every muscle in his body was sore. Clyde's brain slowly began to process his situation. He tried to sit up, only to realize he was strapped down to an orange, rescue-style gurney. "What happened? Is everyone else okay?" Oliver smiled to see his little brother so concerned for others, but the smile faded as he confessed, "Everyone's fine, even you. There wasn't an accident or anything....I'm sorry about your headache." "Wait... why are you... how did I pass out... and if I'm okay then why am I in this thing" "I put you in a sleeper hold, and we strapped you down for the same reasons." Oliver couldn't make eye contact as hr said this, "You were freaking out, and we didn't want you running off or hurting yourself. Your body's still worn out from yesterday." "Why was I freaking...," the fox's memories flooded back to him. "I saw you guys. I saw all three of you! I watched my brother fuck and EAT three other furs!" "Yeah, you did." "How could you... I mean how could you guys do that to other guys?" Trent and Knox had walked in from the hallway. The first answered, "Well the sex part is easy enough, we're not too picky. As for the whole swallowing other dudes whole thing; it runs in the family." "So then your dad knows... and he can do it too... Mom! That's what this whole honeymoon thing is about isn't it? He's off fucking her for a month, and after he's done with her she's dinner. And you guys! That's why you guys wanted me to get bigger, to workout! And let me guess, that massage was to tenderize me?" Trent leaned over Clyde. The fox tensed, but was surprised by the lion's response, a single flick on the forehead from his middle finger. "Let's break down exactly how wrong everything you just accused us is, shall we? Firstly, though I can't promise she's not experiencing yiff beyond her wildest imaginings, in both quality and quantity, your mom's not on the menu." "It's against our rules to eat females," Knox said matter-of-factly, "and even if it wasn't, our dad loves her." "Which brings us to item two on our ‘You-are-an-idiot' tour, we love you Clyde, ‘specially Oli here. Squirt wouldn't let us hurt you in a million years. Thirdly, when we want muscle, we get muscle; we don't trick meat into bulking up. Finally, you little shit, food doesn't get love-rubbin's, which should be obvious. As we swallow our prey whole, there is no need to tenderize it! Now apologize to your big brothers before I tenderize your face!" The threat wasn't serious, as Clyde could see, but the lions were desperately awaiting some sign from their younger brother that the four of them could live happily with one another again. "Sorry... that I snapped. I... I think I trust you guys. Now will somebody untie me?" "Not yet." Knox replied, "Between the stress of yesterdays workout, today's excitement, and the injection, you body needs rest, and since you already snuck out of..." "INJECTION? The hell did you guys shoot me up with?" "Blood..." Oliver said in a weak voice, then with strength he continued, "My blood. Don't worry, I'm O-negative." Clyde was both surprised and bewildered. "Why?" "To make you one of us," Knox revealed. "Not a lion Clyde, a predator," Trent cleared things up with smug grin. "You mean I'll have to... kill..." "Not have to," Oliver responded, "You won't starve if you opt out, but the hunger won't go away. Your better off doing what we do, eating bastards, so you don't lose control and eat someone who doesn't deserve it." "The vigilante diet!" Trent came on with infomercial-host enthusiasm. "So those guys... had it coming." "In all honesty, they got off easy." Clyde felt a power reverberating in Knox's voice as he said this. Like his father, the lion had a deific presence, a merciful understanding coupled with an unyielding sense of judgment. "They caused a lot of innocent furs suffering; while the process they underwent was painless." "But the acid?" "The make-up of our stomach fluid rapidly changes as soon as our tongues taste fur. By the time we swallow anyone, the pH is about the same as coffee. Most of the ‘digestion' is actually absorption." "Seriously?" Clyde couldn't help but be interested: he had always like science. "We produce special enzymes," Knox continued after giving slight nod, "That anesthetize the prey and weaken the intercellular connections. At that point our stomachs are actually able to absorb the cells and release them into our blood stream, wherein other enzymes and proteins overwrite their DNA, before assimilating them into out organs." "That's why Oli's blood will make me like you guys." "Bingo!" the two younger lions called out. "But... why?" "Alright knuckle-head," Trent pretended to be out of patients, "I'll only explain this once. We're making you one of us, because you are one of us. You're our brother, a member of this family; that means you deserve to inherit our family legacy. Furthermore, as predator, you will be more like a blood-relative than if you were a lion. Not to mention, being a predator is amazing, so this is a pretty great gift were giving you. You may already be able to notice the changes taking place. You're going to grow: you'll get taller, more muscular, and your cock and balls will soon be in our league." There was a pause as all of this sunk into the fox's brain. "That... does sound pretty awesome..." "There's one more reason, too," Knox took over, "We want you to feel safe. By having predator enzymes in your blood, you'll develop an immunity to the enzymes in other predator's stomachs." "Seriously?" "Yep!" Oliver smiles and patted his little brother's shoulder, "When we cubs, Dad would have us do nap-time in his belly, so we wouldn't sneak off or anything. Heck, Trent ate me the other day just for fun. "Wow... that's kinda weird..." part of Clyde wanted to say "hot", but he thought that might have been going to far, "then again, they do circle jerk..." "You probably felt the same way about a lot of the things we do, before you tried them," Knox was of course right. "So, are you guys gonna... swallow me?" "You bet you tail we are," Trent grinned toothily, "and I'm first in line!" "It's necessary for all preds to be eaten before they can eat. Its not normally an issue, most fathers eat their sons on a regular basis growing up, but the Code makes a point of it in cases of turning, particularly post puberty." "Hold on a second. Four things I want to get straight: all preds are male, we can only eat furs after we've hit puberty," the lions smiled at the uses of "we," glad that their newest pride member was accepting this knew part of his identity," but even babies are immune to the whole absorption-thing, and there's a code!" "Correct on all count. Good perception," the eldest lion continued, "There is a Code, a set of rules that preds follow. Those who don't are hunted down and imprisoned." "That doesn't happen often though," Oliver added, "The Code's pretty simple, mostly rules about who not to eat and keeping us out of the public view." "So how many of ‘us' are there?" "About one-in-one-thousand males," Knox was quoting from memory, "that's the estimate at least. We don't exactly do a census." "Predators tend to tell each other about other predators they know, so we are a bit of a community," Oliver was thinking about their ursine dentist as he said this, "but not everyone knows everyone, if you get what I mean." "Yeah... like bikers!" The brothers all laughed, "Ow! Guess I am pretty worn." "The soreness should go away in a day," Knox assured him, "We tend to heal quickly." * * * Clyde remained strapped down till his elder brothers had carried him up to their bed. The fox decided to follow their orders and under covers this time around, in part due to the fact that even Oliver had threatened to pumble him if he got up. It wasn't bad though, as the boys had a quite a few movies which Clyde had not yet seen. Furthermore, while the fox lay in bed, Trent administered another "love-rubbin." Oliver even hand fed the tired vulpine, a soup which, naturally, Knox had made from scratch. Thus it is not surprising that, come bed time, there was a serene sense of unity between the brothers. While there had been no wrestling, for fear of hurting Clyde, the fox felt the same sense of safety as he had upon his first night. That feeling, however, faded slightly the next day * * * "So Trent, you're really going to eat me," the boys were lying in bed watching morning cartoons. "That's the plan. You scared?" "Yeah, a little. I want to trust you guys... but something in me..." the fox blushed, though none could notice it. "That's natural Clyde, no shame in it," Knox lowered the TV's volume. "I've got an idea actually," Oliver began, "So far we've only given Clyde our word that he'll be fine, so how about we give him a demonstration instead. Knox you swallow me, I stay in you belly for a while; then Clyde can let Trent gulp him down no worries." "Good plan, bro," Trent ruffled the younger lion's mane. He was in a good mood, having dreamed of devouring his youngest brother. "Alright then," Knox raised the remote, "The enzymes are fast acting, but we'll wait till you've had twenty-four hours just to be safe. Now, one last detail, do you want Oli and I to be there, or would you prefer to be eaten in private." Clyde really hadn't thought about it, but, not knowing how he might react while being swallowed, he figured it safer to venture into Trent unwatched, "Just Trent and me, I guess." * * * A few hours later the brothers were once more in the secure confines of their gym's basement, naked. Anticipation had pushed even Knox into a casual, sensual mood. His paw was already stroking Oliver's shoulder as Trent ands Clyde took their seats on the old futon-sofa. With a forwardness and aggression Clyde had not seen in the lion, Knox shoved his little brother by that shoulder, spinning him around so the two faced. Next Knox grabbed Oliver's paws and brought them before his face. Oliver shuddered with arousal as his finger tips passed though his elder brother's lips. The larger lion suckled on them for a moment, then proceeded to draw in Oliver's knuckles. The pattern of slurping and sucking repeated till Oliver's wrists were resting inside his brother's maw. Clyde couldn't have looked away even if he wanted to. From there the pace quickened. As Oliver's elbow passed into the wet darkness, the two brothers stared each other down, though their eyes were full of excitement and trust rather than dominance or disbelief. Knox did take his time engulfing his brother's head, opening wide to avoid any skull-and-teeth collisions. Oliver nuzzled his big brother's tongue playfully, which earned his ass a locker-room slap. Clyde was too focused to notice his erection, though a quick grope from Trent cured him of his ignorance. The fox gasped, as that particular personal-space line had yet to have been crossed, but seeing the sly grin on his brother's face made him realize the intent. He had been caught: there was no denying that the act of swallowing another fur was a huge turn on for him. The sofa-bound brothers turned just in time to see Oliver's shoulders become bulges in Knox's cheeks. Aside from the brief pauses he took to lick at Oliver's nipples and navel, and the slightly longer pause at which point he played a bongo-solo on his brother's rump, Knox downed Oliver rather quickly. A part of him yearned to savor the moment, but he knew it would probably be better for Clyde if the demonstration wasn't too drawn out. He let out a slight burp after Oliver's feet left his throat, then waddled over to the sofa, rubbing his belly. "So, Oliver's really safe in there?" Clyde asked. "Yep," replied the no longer hungry lion, "Take a feel." Clyde leaned against his older brother stomach, feeling a squirming mass within. The fox patted out "shave and a haircut" and let out a little sigh when the mass patted "two bitts" back to him. "Wow," he breathed. "I'll let him sit in there for a bit, then cough him up; just to show you there's no harm done." "No... I believe you guys. Let's just get this done before I loose my nerve." "Alright then, I'll be upstairs. Trent..." the two elder brothers exchanged looks, "don't over do it." Clyde wondered what Knox had meant; that is, until the door shut and Trent pounced. It appeared to the fox, as he was yanked forward by his shoulders towards an open lion maw, that Trent had no intentions on taking this slow, much less sucking on finger tips. Despite accurately predicting that the inside of a lion was a dark, moist place, Clyde was overwhelmed by unexpected sensations as his brother took his head in a single mouthful. Be it the dull pressure of lion teeth resting gently on his neck, or the vigorous writhing of a tongue as Trent attempted to lick every inch of his brother's helpless face, what amazed Clyde the most was that none of these feelings frightened him. Indeed, much like sleeping with the three muscular males he now called "brother," the fox found being swallowed to be far more frightening in theory than in practice. Sensing the tension in his little brother's body melt away, Trent continued his vulpine feast. As his shoulders entered the wetness of his brother's mouth, Clyde's head was pushed down into the lion's throat. He found the swallowing contractions of the fleshy tunnel oddly soothing, almost like a massage, and was more than happy when his back became privy to the treatment. When it came to be that the foxes head was dangling above the lion's empty stomach, Clyde was relieved again to find no fumes greeted him, and the last of his doubts towards his brother's faded. His last nervous moment came as his still semi-hardened cock passed over Trent's tongue, but even the most mischievous of the lion brothers knew to let that organ go on fondled, with its owner in such a compromising position. Trent did, however, have a little extra fun at his brother's expense. With only his feat left in his big brother's mouth, Clyde had expected everything to be over in a few short gulps. Trent decided to do jumping-jacks. After coming to the conclusion that there was to affective way to brace himself against the jostling, Clyde was quite happy when Trent stopped. For his part, the lion was mostly disappointed in the fact that he wasn't able to do more, even with the extra weight. Still, Trent figured Clyde deserved to be able to sit upright, so he gulped down the last of his younger brother without pause. The fox sat up all bit immediately after his feet entered the lion's stomach. Clyde had to admit, there was something strangely comfortable about the belly of his brother. As odd as it was to think about the wet, pulsating walls were quite cozy, and with that thought the fox drifted to sleep. * * *

Trent climbed the stairs up to the gym proper triumphantly, though he regretted the jumping-jacks with each step. He found a still full Knox stocking his cock while rubbing his belly. The brothers smiled at one another, then closed to feel the bulge created in the other by their sleeping siblings. "It's been a while since I've eaten one of you," Knox remarked. "Guess it has." "You know what I've always wondered?" "No. What?" Knox leaned in, leaving less than an inch between his and Trent's noses, "What it would feel like to have both of you in there," he grinned. "No way! Even you couldn't..." "I can't now," he rubbed Trent's dissented stomach, then whispered into Trent's ear, "but if it was just the three of us..." Trent stood there stunned, somewhere between trying not to laugh and trying not to cum. It had been so long since his brother had acted that way; Trent had forgotten just how sexual Knox could be.