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“Yes, yes – see you in two weeks. Thank you sir! Thank you so much!"

Click.

You set your phone down on your dresser before dropping to sit on the foot of your bed. You got the job. You got the job! Holy shit you got the job. It's such a huge step up for you; you can't believe it.

After a minute or two, you shake yourself out of your daze, the wonder from before welling up into excitement and confidence and – you decide to treat yourself tonight! A night on the town to go out and celebrate.

You slip on some “skinny jeans" and a stylish tank top that shows off your arms well, then check yourself out in the mirror. A jackal smiles back at you, the sexy beast nearly glowing with pride with a slow, satisfied wag of his tail. Feeling ready, you slip on a light jacket and head out.

Where to go and what to do… You feel strong. You feel virile. You feel like the alpha, the top dog, top of the food chain… You open your phone and begin looking for destinations. One that pops up catches your attention – The Eagle's Catch. It was the city's biggest LGBT bar, and catered to the leather & kink communities. Some of your friends had been there before, and mentioned that it was a great place for hookups, carnal or gluttonous.

You're feeling confident and edgy tonight, not to mention lucky, so you decide that's your destination. You've never partaken in predator/prey activities before, but now feels like a great time as you're riding high.

Like most Eagle bars, it's in a somewhat run-down section of town, but friendly enough. You hop on the Metro and grin at the thoughts of what you could get down to doing tonight…

After about a ten-minute ride, the traincar has begun thinning out. Still riding with you are four other males – a crocodile in a business suit, a golden eagle also in a tank top, a puma in a white T-shirt and jeans, and a Great Dane in a sweet leather jacket. The eagle catches you looking, and since you're feeling good, you nod and smile at him (instead of looking away in embarrassment form staring). He smiles and nods back, right before the train comes to a stop at your station.

Everyone except the croc gets off with you, which might be for the better – he looked like the type of man that, while being one suave motherfucker and an amazing ride, would have you inevitably sliding down his throat at the end of the night, and while the thought touches something inside you to make you shudder, that's not what you're looking for tonight.

As you walk from the Metro station to The Eagle's Catch, you realize that the actual eagle is consistently about half a block ahead of you, while the cougar and canine about a half a block behind. Looks like everyone had the same idea. A grin crosses your muzzle, accompanied by a stir in your loins, as you wonder if one of these three is who you'll get lucky with later tonight…

The eagle in front of you is certainly an admirable specimen, maybe slightly shorter than you but also slightly bulkier. His own red-and-black tank top, which is not very wide at all in back, shows off his shoulders very well. They're an interesting mix of both wide and streamlined, the latter which you might expect of an avian. You mind translates that to him being both meaty and very easy to send sliding down your throat… Though, to be fair, he could probably eat you too if he wanted. You're fit but on the slimmer side yourself. Still, your mouth waters at the thought of sending him to your gut… or at the very least, seeing what's in his pants. You don't have to fuck and eat the same guy tonight, right?

All four of you from the train are indeed going to the same place. There's a Malamute at the door of The Eagle's Catch who doesn't look 21, and a gorilla taking his time checking the kid's ID. The cougar and Great Dane seem to be conversing behind you now as the four of you get in line behind the pup; the Eagle looks over his shoulder and smiles at you.

Still riding high on successfully landing a job, you take the forward approach: a hand on the small of his back that slides around to the side as you step up to him, your two feet in line with his talons and half of your front against half of his back. The grin on his beak looks ever so slightly sharper as he pokes that beak in to the fur on the side of your head and preens it a little bit. "Well, hey there hot stuff. Nice to meet you too!" One of his wing-hand slides across your outside hip before both of you notice movement in front of you.

A bald eagle is taking the gorilla's place as the door as the primate escorts the Malamute inside - very closely. The kid looks excited to be getting in to the club despite not being old enough to drink, but there was juuuust a hint of a “what did I get myself in to" look on his face too. It's probably justified considering the devilish grin on the gorilla's face as the two disappeared inside. The bald eagle just grins after them before noticing you and the golden eagle being very hands-on.

"Ah, hey there Cassidy! Looks like you've already got your catch for tonight, huh?"

Your new friend - Cassidy - laughs. It's a very nice mix of not-too-bright and not-too-deep. "Seems so! I usually get lucky here, but never before even getting in the door before!"

"I'd say Mr. Jackal here is pretty lucky too!" the bald eagle says with a grin, giving you a thumbs-up. Considering the types of activities that go on here, you have to show your ID not only for your age but for your address too, plus give the guy your phone number. It's law that every establishment that caters to predators and prey has to be able to track anyone down in case something goes south, after all.

That done, the bald eagle waves the two of you in, and Cassidy lifts his wing up over you so it's across your back the same way your arm is across his.

"So you come here often?" you ask.

"Sort of? Maybe once a month. Always a different experience here for me!"

Your mind can't help but begin to imagine what kinds of experiences he's had here, and which one you hope you'll be part of tonight...

It's rather dark in the Eagle's Catch – there's just enough light to navigate by and see sort of what's all around. And there's a lot to see! This first floor – there's music coming from above, though not as loud as the current music down here – seems to be divided into three main areas. The first center area has an island bar in the middle with some bar tables scattered around the room. TVs around the bar either show advertisements for events or are playing porn. Off to the right is a fairly normal-looking area with a pool table, a bunch of couches and recliners, some lockers, and more TVs. Off to the left is the area that The Eagle's Catch is known for, the BDSM play area. Several slings and harnesses sit around the area, accompanied by a St. Andrew's Cross and even what looks like a doctor's office roleplay setup. Plenty of ropes and toys of various materials hang on one wall, while another wall proudly decrees NO BITING HERE – ONLY SWALLOWING. There are a few people populating this floor, but it's not incredibly crowded tonight – yet.

Cassidy's wing slides down from your side to your ass as he guides the two of you to the bar. As you walk by, you hear lewd noises coming from the couch area that aren't from a TV... The Malamute from earlier is riding someone who's laying down on the couch, and it seems like whoever it is (you have a strong hunch) is in complete control of pup...

A whippet greets you at the bar. "Evening, fellas! Welcome to the Eagle's Catch. You, my friend, are the first actual eagle here tonight - drink for you are on the house!"

"Awesome! Can I share with my catch here?"

"Absolutely."

You order a fruity mixed drink, and watch, impressed, as the whippet effortlessly slings some cherry vodka, peach schnapps, and coconut rum together in a BIG glass – this is gonna be a strong one! Your first sip is quite the hit. The canine doesn't seem to be your type – too thin – but he's wearing nothing but a thong and seems like the kind of bartender you'll want to get to know.

Cassidy downs two shots first before getting a bottle of Hard Rock cider, then leans against you and gives your ass a group through your tight jeans. "Enjoy the drink?" You answer in the affirmative, and the two of you take a look around as you sip and get a little handsy all the while.

There are several couples and small groups enjoying each other over in the kink area, including the cougar and Great Dane from earlier. The cat is fully naked and getting tied up with ropes by the dog - who looks in his upper 40s or low 50s and is wearing nothing but a harness and jockstrap. The old dog certainly knows what he's doing, and you think you would enjoy a session just from his expertise with him even though he's not a looker like the jock puma beneath him is – the dog's arms and legs seem to be wasting just a little bit, and his fur and skin in general seem a little loose. But you're enjoying watching how much effortless control he has over the big cat right now…

The sounds from the couches change, causing you and Cassidy to look over now and see the Malamute's lower half showing above the back of the couch instead of his upper half. In short jerks downward, it slowly disappears... After a moment or two, a loud belch cuts through the music on this floor, and the gorilla from earlier stands up from the couch - front of his shirt pulled up behind his head, junk hanging out of the front of his pants, and massive gut bulging out even further than normal.

Cassidy clicks his beak a bit as he pats your rump. "Simple, but hot, ain't it? I'm curious and excited about whatever we do... later." With that, he stood up from his bar chair. "Dunno about you, but I've got enough alcohol in me to strip down a bit!" He unbuttons the front of his pants and pulls them down with some effort, revealing what appears to be long-ish athletic boxer shorts - except for the fact that this pair was crotch- and ass-free, letting his junk hang out in the open, which certainly caught your eye.

You remember it's your turn then, and undo the buttons of your fly. Your junk flops out almost immediately, well before your jeans drop to your ankles, as your bulge-friendly briefs show off the sizable package you've got – which earns a nice whistle from Cassidy.

"Dang, fruit loop, how'd you even fit all that in those pants??" His wing-hand cups your junk, feathers tickling your legs, as he slightly licks his beak.

You grin proudly, nabbing a grope of your own on his low-hangers, before he suggests you two drop your pants in a locker.

As you two head over right to the lockers, with drinks in hand, the gorilla passes you on his way back out to the front door. He's not bothering to close his pants or pull his shirt down as he rubs over his gut, which has some muffled (but clearly not happy) yells coming from within. He gives you two a thumbs-up and another belch, wafting the scent of Malamute and sex your way, before leaving to relieve the bald eagle of his substitute role.

Once you and Cassidy drop your pants in a locker, the eagle drains(??) his cider as you work on your fruity mixed drink. “What next?" he caws, one wing-arm giving a sweeping motion to the rest of the club.

Thinking back to what the bird said earlier about being simple, you decide to forgo The Eagle's Catch's signature area and declare the couches to be your next destination. This earns a naughty grin from Cassidy.

Your big briefs bulge sways back and forth between your legs as the two of you saunter over to the biggest couch (not the same one the gorilla was on earlier) and flop down on it – his flops ending up being a bit of a flop on you at the same time.

He ruffles his beak in your fluffy neck fur, laughing boisterously (and a bit unhinged) at the mis-flop." To be fully honest, I'm a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking," he half-shouts. You meet his gaze and you can see some blurriness in his eyes already.

You lick the side of his beak/face in a canine kiss and sultrily whisper how that might leave him vulnerable to someone else's advances. Even as he grins back and replies "S'fine if you've already decided you're getting lucky tonight!", you're already slipping a paw between the feathered rump cheeks through the opening in back of his boxer, earning a flutter of his tailfeathers. You grin, and prod at his tailhole with a finger. He moans without reservation, and you slowly roll him over so his stomach is flat on the couch.

His tailfeathers flip right up against his lower back as you push your sizeable briefs bulge against the cleft of his rump, parting his cheeks with your paws so the fabric of your underwear gets to rub as far down as you can manage.

You realize the TVs in this area here aren't all showing porn. One seems to be a nightvision display of the dance hall upstairs, with several couples and groups already grinding away, while two other TVs display the goings-on of the kink area, including one very nice view of the Great Dane and cougar. The cat is completely bound up now on the ground, arms lashed behind his back, knees tied together, ankles tied together, and muzzle roped shut – and an impressive knot of rope around his junk. The canine has a cat-o-nine-tails, using it both to tease the rock-hard feline member and stretched balls as well as occasionally flog the cat somewhere else. The dog was barely at half-mast but seemed so focused on the enthralled feline that it was clear he was enjoying the play just as much.

You grind against his ass like this for another minute or so, your member sliding out of its sheath and making a prominent point in your bulge. Finally, you can't take much more – you drain the rest of your drink, then pull the waistband of your briefs down beneath your balls.

Cassidy raises his hips up as you prepare for your fun. "Hnng... Good thing I lubed up before showing up..." he mumbles as you line your tip up with his tailhole.

You make sure your tip finds its way in, then quickly reposition your paws with a strong grip on his hips and just SLAM your hips against his ass, hilting instantly. He gives a loud squawk, back arching suddenly, before yelling "YES!" as you drop down, pressing your chest against his strong, feathered back. You move your knees to spread his own a little more as you start going to town on his tailhole. His feathers muffle most of the normal slapping noise but ruffle themselves a lot as you drill up and down rapidly, feeling your knot begin to swell in response to all of his clenching. His ass feels warm and silky smooth and tight and amazing, and soon your knot it knocking as his back door, but you resist the urge for now – you have other ideas, after all.

With all the noise you two are making – his yelling and squawking, your growling and grunting, and the general sounds go sex – it's not surprising that you've attracted someone's attention. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a big nude bull appear, one hand on his dick and another filming you with his phone. You also notice that the Great Dane on TV seems to now be teabagging the puma, even though you thought the cat's muzzle was roped shut…

You don't care. A few more rough pumps of your hips and your dick explodes in Cassidy's ass. You bark out your climax, pumping him full of your seed, and ride high for a minute or so after, eventually letting the tension in your body flow out as you relax on top of the eagle. That was… amazing. You sigh happily and pant against the back of his head, tasting those feathers as your paw rubs across the back of his wing… He lazily mutters “Tenderized and cream-filled…" which sounds like he's ready for what's next, making you smile and your mouth water.

Before you come down from your afterglow and completely regain control of your motor functions, though, you feel something down at the other end of the couch. You look over your shoulder and see the bull, and hand still filming with his phone, ease both your footpaws and Cassidy's talons into his mouth. Your dick comes out of Cassidy's ass with a wet schlop as you prop yourself up, turning around to voice your non-consent to this development, but your ankles have already been pulled into the bull's throat.

"Um, whoops?" the golden eagle beneath you offers "This happens sometimes…"

Before you can say anything else, the big bull grabs your thigh and swallows again, pulling both you and the bird in to your knees. Cassidy moans a bit as his still-hard dick is dragged against the couch, before reaching up to comfortingly pet your chest as a whine escapes it. The eagle then reaches back, hips pushing up to meet your crotch again, to ease your member back under his tailfeathers. "Might as well enjoy, huh?" he offers as the bull's lips reach the underside of your briefs. Well, can't argue with that... You slowly roll your hips in circles against Cassidy's ass as the bull's mouth envelops both of your hips. The bird moans loudly as the bovine's tongue plays over his junk, and you gotta admit the sounds he's making are turning you on again. You grab the eagle's hips just as they slide into the bull's throat, pinning your arms there. Cassidy's wings are splayed to the sides as those throat muscles start rippling over his member, making him squawk out loudly as he cums in the bull's throat. Your knot is swelling again from all your grinding - and you have to admit, those warm, tight muscles rippling all over you feel kinda good too - but then you feel your feet enter the bull's stomach as his lips slide up your torso and arms.

Despite knowing you'll almost certainly be back, it's your first time getting eaten, and the mere rare chance of not coming back starts being scarily more real to you. The bull's lips slip over your shoulders, and you start squirming and breathing heavily as your frustration at getting eaten starts turning in to a bit of panic about being eaten. Cassidy can hear you start panting in fear and feels your new wiggling; realizing it's your first time, he starts cooing out quiet assurances even as you notice a few other furs pull out their phones to record the two of you on the first stage of your journey to become literal bull shit. Apparently the music upstairs stopped a short while ago, so now there's an audience to witness your consumption.

Among them are the gorilla and Great Dane, the former's gut already rounded out smoothly with his dick still proudly erect and on display, and the latter's gut now bulging obscenely (though calm, not wiggling) as he has the flogger still in hand and two lengths of rope hanging out of his ass. The two are conversing jovially and laughing about something as they watch you and Cassidy disappear. You gulp as you realize those guts are the next two stages of your own fate.

You try to keep things composed with everyone watching, but can't help but whine a little more, especially as the bull's lips creep into the edges of your vision not already blocked by the back of the golden eagle's head. In what's left of your vision of the outside world, you see the Great Dane kneel down and begin to give the hulking primate an expert blowjob, no longer showing any care in the world toward you and Cassidy.

The bird's wings are the only things sticking out as those flat teeth casually close over both of your heads. His tank top is also coming off, not quite following his body down the bull's throat, and the loose fabric gets in your face as you're pulled deeper. Unrelentingly, you and your partner are emptied in to the bull's stomach, which might be quite large normally but is incredibly crammed with two full-grown men inside. Your own tank top got slightly stuck in the opening above you, and the bull's stomach juices seep into to fur and start working at your skin, making you shudder.

With a comforting coo, Cassidy rolls his hips against your lap as he says he's been eaten three times before, and all should be fine. He turns his head slightly in the tight space and preens the fur on the side of your head as best he can; it might be pitch black, but you can feel he's looking in to your eyes to try and settle your nerves. With nothing left to lose, you start grinding back against the bird's rump as much as is possible in the impossibly cramped quarters.

What little air there was in the stomach suddenly rushes upward and out, taking your tank top (and presumably Cassidy's further above) with it, a thunderous belch assaulting your ears. You immediately start feeling light-headed.

Somehow, with the stomach walls gripping you and Cassidy even tighter now, you manage to wedge your knot into the bird's ass, and with a few more short humps, you climax a second time. The eagle murrs in pure, unadulterated sexual satisfaction as you black out...

FIN