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Hunters’ Lounge - After Hours

The door was heavier than I expected, but it swung open easily once I threw my weight against it. I couldn’t help but consider that its heft would be nothing to the anthros that frequented here, and was disappointed as I stood in the doorway to see none inside. The bar was dimly lit, but my eyes were already adjusted since most of the streetlights leading to the place were burned out. There HAD been people - or anthros - here, I surmised, based on the amount of empty mugs and bottles and assorted trash covering the tables. I had chosen a weeknight to explore the place; hoping to avoid a large crowd, but now considered that I had arrived too late. Did the bar already close?

“You in the right place, pal?”

The voice startled the hell out of me and I spun around to see a large wolf coming out of the restroom. He wore a white apron - the type that loop around the neck and tie around the waist - indicating to me that he was obviously the bartender.

“This … I …” The wolf was stunning. Huge even by anthro standards; at least seven feet tall. His fur was gray; light in the front and darker in the back. But it was his piercing blue eyes that held my attention. My normal confidence completely deserted me as he stood at the restroom door and studied me. I’m never at a loss for words, but something about him made my brain stutter. “Uh … Hunters… Hunters…?”

“Lounge. Hunters’ Lounge. Right.” He grinned slightly as he finished my incoherence, and the glimpse of his white fangs caused my eyes to widen in arousal. “We never had a human here before,” he stated bluntly as he headed behind the bar - not letting me out of his sight. Because I was human, or because of the friction between humans and anthros? “Are you law enforcement?”

“What?” I blinked at the question, but quickly understood why he asked it.

“Are you are employed by, or in any way, associated with law enforcement?” His bearing was stern, as if irked that I had hesitated in responding.

“No!” I laughed back defensively. “I’m a surfer!”

“A surfer?” The wolf’s expression went from startled to amused, and his growing smile exposed a full set of incredible white teeth and fangs. “You’re a long way from the ocean, surfer boy!” Almost awkwardly, he began washings glasses; as if trying to hide something. “What brings you way out here?”

You, I wanted to say, but couldn’t bring myself to blurt out such a contrived response - no matter how truthful it might be. Ever since I had first heard the rumors about this place - and of others like it - I knew I had to find out if it was real. A bar where anthros ate other anthros. Such activities used to be legal within the anthro populations but came under the scrutiny of the law from their liberal-minded leaders; possibly due to pressure from their human counterparts. When I was younger I realized that the idea of wolves and lions and bears eating people aroused me. REALLY aroused me. And I had planned on following up on that arousal when I was old enough, but then the law changed. I tried to put it out of my mind, but instead scoured the internet knowing that such things don’t completely disappear from society just because some lawmakers say so. Eventually, I found enough information about Hunters’ Lounge to decide that I had to find out if it was real.

But what was tossing me off guard now was the bartender. Besides the unnatural desire to be swallowed alive, I also had a thing for wolves. In fact, that might actually be a stronger kink than the vore thing. As a kid, I pretended the family dog to be a wolf. Werewolf movies and TV shows were a compulsion. Wolf posters covered my bedroom walls. As I got older and learned of anthros, my interest in wolves became sexual. Not real wolves, but those mysterious ones in the special cities that stood like humans and talked. Because it was such a forbidden fantasy, it grew even more intense for me. It was easy to find photos of anthro wolves with their strangely shaped cocks jutting from their sheaths and I fantasized about them bursting into my home and raping me. And then eating me whole. Weird fantasies, I agree. But ones that I couldn’t shake. What always confused me was why it was accepted in the anthro culture, but not human. At least, until it was outlawed. But even so, it was outlawed because it was something they DID. And it was something I wanted to do. NEEDED to do.

“Curiosity,” I finally whispered in response to the wolf’s question. He glanced up from his washing with a raised eyebrow. I could tell he was pondering a reply by the way his eyes narrowed.

“Lock the door,” he said softly.

“Huh?”

Ne nodded towards the entrance. “Lock it.”

I slowly walked over and turned the large deadbolt into its casing, involuntarily gulping as if I had just sealed my fate. And then I realized that I may have just sealed my fate! I turned back to the wolf who was drying his paws.

“Come ‘ere, surfer boy,” he said. “You know what this place is about, right?”

I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

“You here to see how it goes down?”

“N-no…” I muttered.

The wolf tilted his head as his blue eyes pierced through me. “Then, what…?”

“I don’t wanna see it. I wanna DO it. I want you to eat me.” Oh fuck. I couldn’t believe I said it. Out loud! I just stated my desire out loud! In all the years I fantasized about it I never actually spoke the words. Oddly, I felt my cock stir a bit as I stared into the blueness of the wolf’s eyes. I could see the tips of his fangs as he smiled and slowly leaned his head closer to mine.

“He doesn’t eat people.”

The voice breaking the silence startled us both, and we turned together to see a large, brown rat by the door behind the bar. The wolf looked irritated as I shrunk in confusion and embarrassment.

“Damn, Caesar! I thought you already left!” Almost protectively, the wolf wrapped a paw around my waist.

“You shittin’ me, boss?” the rat replied as he continued to stare at me. “We had bears tonight! I fucking swear they get more cum on the walls than they get in their prey!” He slapped on the water faucet to wash his paws. They were whiter than the rest of him. Light brown fur began at his wrists and covered his front, contrasting the darker brown on his backside. He was on the lean side, but muscular. “I got a few more loads of towels to do and I still gotta mop the floor.” Without taking his eyes off me, he dried his paws and I could swear I saw a slight smirk. “You gonna be long, Boss?”

“No,” came the immediate reply. “Or … not too long.” His warm paw gently squeezed my arm. “Just gonna finish cleaning in here.”

“Cleaning,” the rat snorted. “Right.” He gave an obvious eye-roll before pushing the door open and disappearing into the rear of the building.

“Sorry about that,” the wolf said as he stepped back from me.

Trying not to sound disappointed, I fumbled with an empty mug on the table next to me. “Is that true what he said? You don’t eat people?”

“It’s the stance I take as owner and head bartender,” he replied, sounding almost apologetic. “If the patrons thought I would eat them, the distractions for attention would make it difficult to wait on the other customers. So yeah, during business hours I officially don’t eat people.”

My ears perked up. “During business hours?”

“You locked the door.” The wolf grinned so seductively that my cock nearly tore through my shorts. “We must be closed.”

“So … you’ll eat me?” I was rock-hard now and made no effort to hide it.

“Surfer boy, I’d be an idiot to turn down a free meal. Especially since I never had a human before. So, yeah. I’m gonna eat ya.”

The casualness of his comment seemed so contrary to what he said. For some reason I had thought there would be maniacal laughter with such a declaration. But he was so matter-of-fact; so natural. I felt light-headed in a euphoric way knowing my desire was going to finally happen. My mind was swirling with so many past fantasy scenarios that I couldn’t speak. Instead, I moved my hand to his belly and rubbed it through the apron. He allowed me this pleasure for a minute before taking my hand in his paw and guiding me to a barstool. As we both sat, he reached over the counter and pulled two beers from a cooler. With his thumb claw, he popped the caps off, and took a long swig of one as he held the other bottle out for me. I followed suit, thankful to have something cool to help me get my voice back from the rapturous condition I had fallen into.

“Caesar’s gonna hate me,” the wolf chuckled after a few minutes of silent drinking.

“What? Why?”

The blue eyes danced their delight as they stared into mine. “We occasionally talk about what we’d do if a human ever wandered in here. Caesar has a thing for humans. He’s not sure he’s big enough to eat one, but he’s got all these sex fantasies. Fucking rat pervert! He wants to rape and eat a human guy! Hahaha!”

I felt myself blush. “That’s what I want, too,” I whispered. “But with a wolf.”

“Because I’m a wolf?”

“No, no. It’s always been wolves with me.” I suddenly realized how close we were sitting to each other and deliberately stroked his muscled, furry chest with my hand. “I’ve been into wolves forever, so you have no idea how lucky I feel that I walked in here and found … you.”

“Oh, really?” He gave me that intense seductive grin again as his head tilted. “So, you don’t want me to feed you to the rat?”

For a second I considered what that would be like, and found myself not opposed to the idea, but also not wanting to give up on what I hoped would was already decided. “If I hadn’t met you, I guess he could eat me,” I said shyly.

“But rape you first,” the wolf added, laughing.

“Right,” I chuckled as I squeezed his left pec. “But I’d really rather you be the…”

“Shh,” he interrupted, placing a paw over my mouth. “Already said I’d eat you.” He grinned as my hand pressed against his chest. “You’re mine.”

“Good,” I replied almost imperceptibly as my hand slid down his body to rest on his stomach again, only inside the apron this time. His paw covered my hand and pressed it into the soft flesh of his belly, and our eyes locked as the intimacy our contact foreshadowed both our desires.

All my life I wanted to be close with a wolf and experience sex in the feral anthro way. I used to think of it as animal sex, but I wasn’t sure if that would be offensive since they weren’t animals. And it wasn’t an animal I wanted to fuck. It was an anthro. Big difference. And now I had my hand on a wolf. On his belly. And it felt incredible. Sort of human-ish in the musculature, but covered with fur. My hand sowly explored around his abs until a finger slipped into a deep hole.

“Belly button?” I asked curiously, having never found too much information on anthro physiology.

“Belly button,” the wolf confirmed with a giggle. “Don’t you have one?”

“Well, yeah!” I said defensively. “I’m human. All humans have belly buttons.”

The wolf clasped his paw over my hand again, pressing it deep into his stomach flesh and forcing my finger even deeper into the warm pit. “And I’m anthro. All anthros have belly buttons, too!”

My arousal removing any inhibitions I still had, I felt myself nearly salivating. “Can I see it?”

“Can I see yours?”

I tore my shirt off faster than I ever needed to before, and sat upright to give the wolf a clear view of my stomach. Surfing had always kept me in good shape and I was proud of my tanned body. Having black hair, my treasure trail was a pronounced swath of soft, dark fuzz that started at the bottom of my navel and disappeared into my shorts. The wolf’s blue eyes widened as he stared at my abs, and as close as I had been to salivating a moment ago, he literally was! I smiled and gently tugged on his apron to remind him of his part of our bargain. He slipped the top of his apron over his head, letting it fall into his lap.

He did indeed have a belly button! My probing of it may have displaced the fur that would normally conceal it, so it appeared now as a large round hole with the surrounding hairs disheveledly pushed in. It also appeared to have an anthro-equivalent treasure trail with slightly more fur leading downward. My hand went instinctively to his belly; fingers caressing a diminishing circular pattern that led right to the center and the amazing wolf navel. I could no longer contain myself and I leaned forward to push my face right into his soft stomach. My tongue went straight for the deep pit, probing excitedly into the fleshy hole. I heard the wolf growl in arousal as his paws grabbed the back of my head and coaxed me further into his belly. He leaned back on his stool and I wrapped my arms around his torso as I lapped at his furry navel. In all my fantasies I had wondered how it would be to actually taste a wolf’s body. Surprisingly, the fur wasn’t as much a barrier to the flesh underneath as I had thought, and found the taste similar to human, but with a different tang I couldn’t describe. But it was delightful and I wanted to explore more of him.

But far too quickly, the wolf released my head - allowing me to breathe again - and sat me upright on my stool. Caught up in my lust, I was momentarily confused until he quickly repeated my actions. His face was on my stomach; the cold nose snuffing around as if hunting for truffles. It was ticklishly erotic and I responded by grabbing his head as he had mine a moment ago, and forcing his snout into my abs. He growled again as his paws held me at my sides. His tongue darted out and immediately found my own navel, and he stuffed its massive length into it; the warm, wet muscle invading and expanding every crease and fold. His parted lips covered my stomach as his tongue stretched my belly hole. I could feel the tips of his fangs as he pressed forward, but he was careful not to let them scratch my skin. The warmth of his mouth as he lapped and sucked and tasted my stomach and navel was an incredible sensation that nearly brought me to orgasm. No human could come close to doing this with their comparatively smaller mouths and it struck me how much better human/anthro relations would be if they all just got together for sex!

After a few glorious minutes of the wolf’s tongue being crammed into my belly hole, he slowly backed off, but kept his longue tongue on my stomach, letting its full length and width spread over my flat abs. With deliberate seduction, he gradually lapped upward, soaking my chest and neck before covering the entirety of my face with it. I licked back as he tasted my head, my mouth filling with his saliva. To my disappointment, he eventually sat back, leaving me on my stool dripping with his froth. We were both panting from the lustful encounter and I caught a glimpse of the bulge under his crumpled apron.

“Your name,” I said as my breath attempted to normalize. “Before you eat me, I wanna know your name.”

The wolf grinned at me, showing his white fangs again. “Javier,” he whispered. “I’m Javier. And I’m a big, bad wolf and I’m going to swallow you alive.”

“Fuck, yeah, you are!” I growled. “But I wanna play around a little more first.”

The wolf’s grin turned into his seductive smile. “Yeah? What ya got in mind, surfer boy?”

I glanced at his obvious bulge again. “How do wolves feel about blow jobs?”

With a snort, Javier untied his sagging apron from behind and let it drop to the floor. His hard cock was pointing straight at me and my mouth simply fell open. Internet photos of wolves’ cocks gave me a good idea of what to expect; their shape being somewhat different from human cocks, but I wasn’t prepared for the size of Javier’s. Eleven to twelve inches long, if I had to guess, with a girth that complimented it quite arousingly. Its red flesh glistened in a silky way that made it appear slick; as if it would easily slide into whatever opening it chose to intrude into. It was much larger than any human cock I’ve had in my mouth, but it didn’t deter my wanting to try to satisfy my furry predator - or my own lust. I’ve wanted to taste wolf cock for my entire adult life, and now I had one staring me in the eye!

“Well?” Javier said after a moment of me silently admiring his gifts. “I did correctly answer your question, didn’t I?” Looking down at me, he gave a sultry half-smile and nudged his crotch towards me.

In response, I slowly dragged my tongue over the tip of his cock, getting my first taste of wolf pre-cum. I closed my eyes and moaned, savoring the few droplets of his seed. My hand gently cupped his big, furry balls as I rubbed the warm shaft across my cheek. It felt amazing and I unconsciously began brushing it against my face, nuzzling it and inhaling its musky scent. My mind slipped into a state of oblivious nirvana until Javier decided to gently slap me a few times with it to get my attention.

“Blow job,” he growled seductively, aiming the head towards my mouth.

I opened my jaws as wide as I could and extended my tongue before lunging onto the slick wolf shaft. Surprising myself, I was able take the head in, and I began slathering it hungrily as Javier moaned in appreciation. Pre-cum was flowing, mingling with the tanginess of hot cock, and sending my taste buds into euphoria. I’d wanted this for so long, and the anticipation was well worth the wait. If I wasn’t planning to be eaten, I could see myself becoming a wolf cock junkie!

Sucking and bobbing my head, I determined to take more of Javier’s huge wolfmeat into my mouth and relaxed my jaws even more. He was lightly thrusting which made it easier to allow the tip entry into my throat. As stiff as he was, there was still a softness around the perimeter that made it possible for it to slowly slip further into me. I knew the knot was a hopeless desire, but if I could work my way to it, I would be satisfied. And considering how nicely - although tight - Javier’s cock was ramming down my throat, we both were getting what we wanted. I closed my eyes and swallowed, suddenly feeling his knot pressing against my lips. Growling, he grabbed my head in his paws, jerking and thrusting before letting loose a flood of seed. I tried to pull back so I could taste it, but his grip was too strong and all I could do was allow his orgasm to happen. My belly filled as his wolf semen shot directly into it, and his growling became more guttural and raspy. Without warning, he pulled back; his long cock yanked from my mouth to fire the last spurts onto my face. With a roar of satisfaction, he fell back onto the floor with me on top of him as his cock pushed against my chin.

Before I could attempt to catch my breath, he pulled me up so we were face to face, and he lapped at the cum he had just deposited on me. His thick tongue drew me forward as my ultimate desire to be swallowed welled up with its contact. Javier’s maw opened and his lips surrounded my head as he continued licking his seed. Plunged in the darkness of his maw, I could feel his fangs on the back of my head and figured he was about to nudge me towards his throat. Instead, I was released with a loud slurp. He reclined back panting and I nuzzled into his furry neck as I lay on top of him.

“Hey,” Javier grunted. “Lick my belly button again.”

I laughed at the request, but quickly scooted myself down to his stomach. He had interrupted my exploring his belly hole earlier, so I was more than happy to have another opportunity. I stuffed my tongue fully into the furry pit, burying my face in his soft abs. In response, he arched his back, allowing me to slide my arms around him.

“Yeah, hug me tight,” he commanded, and I did as I continued to tongue-fuck his navel. He dropped back to the floor, effectively pinning me into him with my arms trapped under his weight. Not that I minded, because it kept me right where I wanted to be. His wolfcock was pressed under my chest and I could feel it growing. Just as I was forcing my tongue deeper into him, he grabbed me by the hair, raising my head. He was smiling deviously as he looked down at me. “My belly,” he said gruffly. “You’ll be in it soon. But first I owe a friend a favor.”

Confused, my face was abruptly shoved back into his soft stomach, held down by his powerful paw. I didn’t know what he meant, but having my face in his gut was just fine with me and I happily resumed exploring his navel.

Then I felt my shorts being yanked off. I gasped - sort of, since my face was still deep in Javier’s soft belly. But he obviously had anticipated my reaction as he firmly prevented me from moving. I surmised my “assailant” was Caesar the rat as I felt his paws rubbing my ass cheeks, slipping into the crack and slowly probing my hole. Buried in the wolf’s gut, the vibrations of his low chuckling shook me as the cold nose of the rat suddenly breached my pucker. My subsequent struggling was involuntary due to my not knowing what to expect, but large paws prevented me from any action other than inhaling belly fur. I could feel whiskers tickling my ass cheeks as Caesar pressed forward, cramming his snout into my hole! My eyes were wide with surprise - and a touch of fear - although I could see nothing within the plump confines of Javier’s belly.

Spindly rat paws grasped my torso, granting Caesar better leverage as his muzzle squeezed past my sphincter. I wanted to yell my protest before ending up with an entire rat’s head up my ass, but instead moaned into the comforting fat of the wolf’s abdomen. As if responding to my muffled wailing, a deep, hungry rumble growled from within. That helped to put my fears aside, reminding me that my purpose here was to be eaten - and sexually abused a bit. Although, I think I had a prejudicial unease towards Caesar due to my upbringing of associating rats with anything bad. But since his intent appeared to be appeasing his own sexual proclivities, I relaxed hoping his tastes didn’t stray too far into pain.

And my instincts seemed correct as I felt his warm, slick tongue cruising into the depths of my anus. Oh, fuck, yeah! I blissfully squeezed myself onto Javier’s body as Caesar slinked his thick tongue further into me. I could feel it twisting and pressing against the vulnerable flesh; exploring and tasting. Emulating his burrowing, I pushed my tongue deeper into the wolf’s navel, eliciting a pleasured growl. With his erection firm against my stomach, I began to grind into it as the rat continued his delightful assault on my hole. It was an image I’d never conceived, and was probably the most erotic position I’ve ever been involved in.

Javier arched upward against my gyrating abs, rutting his hard, red wolfcock into the muscled flesh. This became a rhythmic thrusting that caused Caesar’s snout to drive deeper into my ass. Just as I was wondering if this could feel any better, the rat began to pull out. Although I was being bounced by the wolf’s continued buffeting, I sighed into his belly and was greeted by another hungry rumble. As I again felt the yearning to be swallowed alive, the rat surprised me by effortlessly slipping his long, fat cock into my spit-lubed anus. His paws wrapped around my chest as he lay tight on top of me, humping with increasing earnest and I recalled Javier’s earlier comment about how the rat wanted a human. Javier’s eyes were closed tight, and I could tell by his growling and thrusting that he was close to soaking my stomach and chest with another load of wolfseed. If my arms weren’t pinned under his body, I’d be stroking myself off, but for the moment I was merely a helpless and willing conduit to their combined sexual urges.

I could feel Caesar’s furry balls slap against mine as he made guttural noises in my ear; possibly expressing his sentiments, although I couldn’t make out anything coherent. Javier’s cock was battering my abs with pre-cum smearing over us both. I ground my torso downward to increase the friction and he responded by loudly growling his sudden orgasm. As hot wolfseed spewed over his fur and my skin, the rat rammed himself into my ass and began flooding my insides with his semen. Javier jerked upward with such force that my body lifted off his, freeing his spewing dick momentarily; just long enough for a few jets of cum to reach my briefly exposed face. Caesar hung on tight, keeping his ratcock deep in me as his load continued to spew throughout my guts. I couldn’t help but wonder what rat cum tasted like.

After an undeterminable time, the spent wolf wearily settled down, releasing my head from his belly, although I was too exhausted to move from it. Caesar kept his softening cock in me after thoroughly draining his balls, collapsing on me while panting heavily into my ear. The three of us were breathing as if we had finished a marathon, each at his own pace, creating a jumbled pistoning of bodies stacked upon each other. Javier’s head was tilted back; eyes closed and maw wide open with his long tongue sloppily hanging out. Lying on his belly, I stared at the tongue; wanting to feel it on me again. Wanting it to taste me as he eats me.

As breathing began to return to normal, Caesar gently pulled his soft dick out of my ass and rolled off me, thudding onto the floor. This left me free to scoot up Javier’s torso a bit, stopping with my head just above his chest. Our cocks were now side by side, with mine still rock hard and sensually grinding into his. The wolf opened his eyes and gave me a satisfied, yet tired look. I smiled back and ran my palm over the length of his extended tongue. With near-prehensile skill, he wrapped it around my wrist and slurped my hand into his maw. My dick immediately flexed as I felt the warmth of the wolf’s hot mouth. He eagerly sucked, drawing my forearm in and I silently hoped that he’d continue and just pull me in like a noodle and swallow me whole.

He sat up to increase his access to my arm, which easily slid into his throat once our relative angles were adjusted. I was more sitting on his thighs with my erection pointed at him, giving Caesar a clear view from his position on the floor next to us. Without warning, Javier sucked my entire arm into his maw, pulling my face against his wet nose. This is it, I thought as his hot breath blasted my head. My hand was deep in his tight, wet esophagus as his thick tongue slurped at my shoulder and neck. His paw gently grasped my free hand and slid it in between his lips. As he nudged it forward, I helped by slowly easing it to his throat, downward to meet my other hand. The wolf’s mouth was pressing against my face now, as if he were giving me a huge, sloppy kiss while he sucked on my arms.

My expectation was that Javier would open his maw and take in my head. I was quite surprised when, instead, Caesar opened his mouth to take in my other head! The rat had slid in between me and the wolf, swallowing my unrelenting boner deep into his throat as he began giving me an excellent blowjob! I gasped, which probably went unnoticed given the noisy slurping Javier was still doing on my arms. He seemed to be taking his time in tasting me, which was very much appreciated! I was hoping I would get to experience his mouth and throat before he gulped me into his belly, and my expectations were being perfectly met!

But if the rat had hoped to enjoy sucking my dick for awhile, my dick had other plans. For all the eroticism I had encountered in such a short time, I had not let myself cum; hoping to hold off until the moment I was being eaten alive. I figured the reality of that was more my fantasy, but I was impressed with how long I had denied my balls their moment of glory, especially since both Javier and Caesar had achieved explosive orgasms already. So it was that within a few moments of the rat’s warm and talented mouth on my pent up cock, it erupted with a build-up of seed like I had never tried to contain before. He didn’t seem to mind, and eagerly slurped down my hot semen. With Javier’s lips still pressing against my face, my loud, orgasmic moaning sounded more like a drowning duck.

Finally spent, my body went limp onto the wolf’s, nearly smothering Caesar between us. His tongue continued playing with my softening cock as I felt my arms sliding free of Javier’s blissfully erotic throat. He was breathing heavy and deep. I let my head laze on his heaving chest as it rose and fell, enjoying the sensations of his body and the rat underneath me. But I felt a slight bit of disappointment that I wasn’t deep in the wolf’s throat by now. Caesar eventually freed himself and laid next to Javier, his eyes expectantly darting between us.

“Damn, surfer boy,” the wolf said after another moment of breathing. “You taste good! Never tasted anyone without fur before. Lotta flavor to just skin.”

I grinned, assuming it was a compliment. “You’re still gonna eat me, right?”

“Oh yeah!” He smiled seductively, flashing his teeth and fangs. “But who knows how long it’ll be before another human wanders in here. I don’t wanna rush this. And …” he rubbed my head with his paw, “I don’t want Caesar to feel left out.”

“Hey, I’m good, boss,” the rat replied, suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable. “I got a taste. And got to fuck him. I’m good.”

“That’s just it,” Javier smirked, still rubbing me. “You got to fuck him. I think it’s only fair that he fucks you, too.”

“… what?” I watched Caesar’s eyes widen with … fear? … disgust? Whichever, it seemed to amuse Javier quite a bit, and his laughing nearly bounced me off his body.

“You said you wanted to do a human. Here’s a human!”

“I did do him! I’m good!”

“Don’t gimme that act, buddy!” The wolf was sitting up now, holding me next to him. “I’ve seen you give it up for foxes before!”

“You … saw…?”

“Dude, you helped set up the cameras in this place!”

I’m not sure it was possible through the fur, but I could swear I saw the rat blush.

“You’re not as top as you think,” the wolf laughed. “And I wanna see a rat get fucked by a human. You cool with that, surfer boy?”

I looked at Javier, suddenly realizing that I was the subject of this instead of just listening to two buddies banter around. “Uh …” I hadn’t given any thought to Caesar since it was decided that the wolf was going to eat me. And even though I think I held a degree of revulsion towards the rodent type of rat, a six foot anthro rat that already fucked and sucked me did have leave me with a sense of sexual intrigue. And it also aroused me that he seemed disturbed in receiving from me what he gave. Revenge? Nah. Well, maybe. “Yeah, I’m in,” I finally said, grinning lustily at Caesar.

The rat glared back as Javier nudged me to my feet. “Get him, surfer boy! Go fuck that rat!”

Caesar stood too, facing me as if ready for a wrestling match. I was confused but turned on by it, as evidenced by my rock hard boner. Surprised I could get it up again so quickly after the intense blow job Caesar had just given me, I glanced at his crotch to see a matching erection. Okay, he was up for this too, I thought.

“Come at me, bro,” the rat said in a low, dangerous tone.

If he hadn’t looked so intense I think I would’ve laughed out loud. But - he wanted to do a human, and so I was gonna give him the best I had! I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his torso as we both tumbled to the floor. He landed under me with a thud and I was pretty sure I had caught him off guard. I could hear Javier chuckling as I straddled the rat, holding him down with a hand on his back as my cock wormed its way under his tail to the firm ass cheeks.

“Never had human dick, rat?” I hissed in his ear, pushing my cockhead into the tight, warm sphincter. I felt his body relax in submission and wrapped my arms around him as I deftly slid into the narrow depths of his hole. I pulled our bodies together, nuzzling his neck until the length of my shaft was buried fully within him. Being anthro, he was a few degrees warmer and his insides were silkier. It felt amazing just having my cock deep in him, our balls pressing together. I needed to go deeper! I thrust forward a few times before allowing myself to ease back, momentarily denying the base of my cock the erotic pleasures of his hole. With almost sadistic force, I slammed back into Caesar’s ass, grinding my crotch into the firm flesh of his cheeks. He moaned loudly as I growled in his ear, beginning my steady pistoning into him. Since I just shot my load moments before, I knew I was going to be able to ride him for a long time. And the pleasurable grunts he gave with each of my thrusts let me know he was enjoying this as much as I.

“Oh, fuck, that’s hot!” Javier was sitting next to us as we fucked, slowly pawing his fat, flaccid dick. The sight of it again got me more aroused, thinking that I wanted to feel it once more before the wolf swallowed me. Those images got me worked up and I pumped the rat’s tight hole even faster. My hand was on his belly and I used a finger to explore his belly button as my other hand massaged his chest and nipples. I wouldn’t have thought that a rat could get me so worked up, but I was fully into pounding him and exploring his body. With each of my thrusts his lithe, muscular frame flinched against mine as if trying to bond together. It wasn’t just sex; it was more like two beings melding into one in erotic ecstasy. One of his paws pressed over the hand I had on his belly, as his other reached up to hold my head into his neck. My nose burrowed through the fur to take in his scent and I felt like I was losing myself to some feral ancestor. As I plowed into him, I suddenly wanted to bite him! Not to wound, but to show dominance! My breathing was ragged, and I was grunting as my cock rutted faster into his hot, tight hole. I didn’t want to just cum in him, I wanted my seed to mark him as mine!

“Bite the rat, surfer boy.”

I glanced at Javier and his big, hard wolf cock. Growling as my orgasm grew closer, I felt a feral clarity in my mind. Digging my claws into Caesar’s abs and chest, I roared my ecstasy as my cock exploded its hot semen. I yanked his body into mine and plunged my fangs into his neck. He squealed in pain and pleasure, writhing against my feral grip. My hips pounded into him as my seed flooded his insides. I squeezed him tighter; his furry body tight against my sweaty, smooth skin. I could taste blood and wanted more! I wanted all of him! I wanted the rat in me! I lifted my head and roared; blood dripping from my mouth. I had shoved myself so hard into the rat that my balls were in his ass. Exhausted, I collapsed, pinning Caesar under me. Panting in his ear, my mind swirled away the feral passions and I began to regain a sense of reality. I had never gotten so crazy, and I had no apologies to give for it. It had been the best sex I could imagine, and my dick was still rock hard deep in the wet, tight ass.

Caesar was also breathing hard. My arms were still wrapped around him, keeping him trapped in place. But he made no attempt to move, seeming content to have me on him. Javier was still slowly stroking himself as he lazily gazed at us.

“Fucking human,“ the rat said after a moment of ragged panting. “I should eat you right now.”

I laughed, letting my cock slide from his hole. “If you were a wolf and not a rat, I’d let ya!” I sat up, straddling him, and nudged him to roll over so he was facing me as he lay on the floor. He had a satisfied grin, matching mine. Glancing at his abs, I gently rubbed my hand over them. “I don’t think I’d fit in here anyway … rat.” I accented the last word to tease him.

“I’ve eaten bigger than you.”

I shrugged in disbelief and curiosity. He was taller than me, but not enough for me to imagine how I’d pass through him to reach his belly. But given the intense mating we just shared, the idea had erotic appeal. I shifted myself so my head could rest on his stomach. For his muscular thinness, it was surprisingly relenting. Almost like he could shift his abs to fit the occasion. Maybe that’s how he felt I would fit; his body could stretch when needed? I nuzzled my face into the soft flesh, burying my nose in his belly button. His scent made me light-headed and I felt the feral urges building again. Must be rat pheromones, I thought as my tongue dove into the furry pit. His cock pressed against my chest, flinching each time I pushed into his navel.

His paws began pushing my face into his gut just as two much larger paws grabbed my hips. Javier was behind me, lifting my rear and lining up his fat wolf cock to my pucker. Caesar held my head in place, but given the pheromone effect, I wasn’t concerned with trying to avoid the wolf’s massive shaft impaling me. Instead, I roared my pleasure into the rat’s soft belly as my hole stretched to accommodate the intruding wolf. What should’ve been pain was instead a sensation of lust and desire; my ass craving the fleshy red monster that pistoned itself deep into me. Within moments, Javier’s knot was pressing on my hole as he slammed against me. I wouldn’t have thought my ass could ever stretch so much, but the knot was just too much! Or so I thought. Snorting the rat’s scent as he smothered me in his belly, my feral instincts demanded the impossible, and I jerked myself backward onto the bulbous knot.

I screamed my victory loudly into the warm flesh of Caesar’s gut as his rat cock throbbed against my chest. Then, with the entirety of his wolfhood buried in my hole, Javier pulled me up and against him; his paws wrapped around my torso to pin me to his furry body. He was roaring and growling and thrusting and I felt blissfully helpless against his aroused onslaught. Massive paws massaged my chest and belly and crotch while his long, thick tongue slathered my head and neck. He dropped forward and my arms held our combined weight to keep us from crushing Caesar. It was like a doggie style position with the rat underneath while the wolf continued to relentlessly fuck me. Sliding up, Caesar moved so his crotch was in my face and he rubbed his cock over my lips. Not needing any further encouragement, I hungrily swallowed the long rat dick down my throat. With Javier rhythmically ramming into my ass, my mouth was pistoning on the rat cock in concert. It tasted good, and my tongue was excitedly roaming over every inch.

Caesar was moaning loudly, holding my head as he fucked my face. I wanted to suck him longer, but he couldn’t contain his orgasm and began spurting rat seed down my throat. It was hot and thick, and I almost cried out when he suddenly yanked his cock from my mouth. With lusty grunts, he jacked his still-erupting cock over my nose and eyes, soaking me in his sticky semen. I lapped up what I could as globs dripped near my mouth. Through the blur of cum, I saw the rat’s tongue as he began licking his own seed off me. And he opened his maw wide to begin sucking on my face. And his mouth closed over my head!

Javier was growling in sexual tempo to his pounding of my ass as Caesar’s tongue explored my face. His lips were closed around my neck and I could sense that his throat was trying to open wide enough to take me in. And the wolf’s thrusting was shoving me further into the rat’s mouth! I was being fucked right into a rat! This wasn’t what I had expected, but I was too turned on by the idea of being swallowed alive to object. Within Caesar’s ravenous maw, I could make out Javier’s voice, but not the words. But I quickly decided that he must’ve been announcing his orgasm because he pushed his cock even deeper into me while his paws hugged me tighter into his chest. I could feel the generous amounts of thick, hot wolf seed filling me, mingling with rat semen.

As Javier’s thrusting ebbed, Caesar struggled to work my head into his throat. The gulping sounds were loudly muffled, but had an intense urgency to them as if he couldn’t wait to get me into his stomach. Even if I were opposed, I wouldn’t be able to free myself from the combined holds of them both. And I had no intention of being opposed! I was finally being swallowed alive and I couldn’t be more aroused! I could hear Javier growling in a satisfied manner as he slowly pulled his softening fat wolf cock from my ass. I could feel semen freely dripping down my legs and wondered just how much the two had pumped into me.

But those thoughts were quickly replaced by the sensations of my current situation. Wolf paws held my body, pushing me into the rat’s throat. The tightness became nearly unbearable and I wondered if Caesar was in pain from stretching to accommodate my head. A dull, rhythmic thumping filled my constricted ears; pounding through me with each beat. I realized that my heart was in sync with Caesar’s - both of us sympathetically aroused by our positions. Javier lifted my body so I was more in line with Caesar. Supporting me with one paw, he shifted my legs onto his shoulders. It made sense; I now was in a straight trajectory for the rat to swallow me, with gravity assisting. And the results were immediate as I felt myself slipping through the warm, tight fleshy esophagus. Caesar was making horrific gulping noises, but it allowed enough air for me to get short breaths.

Javier’s paws were still holding me up, and I was startled to feel his warm, thick tongue lapping at my dripping hole. It felt good, but the tightness of being squeezed through Caesar’s body was beginning to cause a degree of discomfort. As my head poked at the opening of his stomach, the rest of me was being crushed. I hoped that it would lessen once I was fully in his belly, but recalling my earlier observation, I worried that my final moments might be more painful than anticipated. But then, I knew that being eaten would have its own inherent annoyances; digestion being the main one. Although I didn’t have any fear of that. I was eager to feel myself reduced to mush within the rat’s belly and hoped I’d be able to stay conscious long enough to fully experience it. If I could survive the current crushing. As if to take my mind off these mundane concerns, Javier drove his tongue deep into my ass; probing and tasting.

He also pushed me further into the straining body that was fitfully ingesting me, forcing my head into Caesar’s stomach! Holy fuck! My dream just came true! I was in the belly of a predator! Any discomfort I was feeling was now secondary to this achievement! I was in Caesar’s stomach! Pitch black with an acrid stench, the fleshy chamber was large enough that my head filled it, but without the constriction that my body was still experiencing in his throat. The soft wrinkles caressed my face and I pushed into them as if nuzzling a pillow. I wanted to shout my abject joy but was muffled by the stomach walls covering my mouth when I opened it. I twisted around happily, letting the hot, moist flesh rub over my face. I was in a rat’s belly!!

My cock shared my arousal and responded with a spontaneous orgasm. I think it was right in Caesar’s mouth. The intensity caused my restrained body to shudder and shake like I was having a convulsion. I think my movements interfered with the rat’s attempt to swallow because I felt his paws grab my legs as if he was going to pull me out. I tried to control myself, but my exploding cock had other ideas. My breaths were short and labored within his belly as the air dissipated. I didn’t want to pass out yet! I wanted to feel the rest of me inside him! I was in a rat’s belly!!

But then I felt a firm yank on my legs. Larger paws had grabbed on and was pulling me up! No! My head squeezed back through the sphincter and into the tight lower esophagus, but the journey was much quicker this time. Within moments, I was in Caesar’s mouth and then out! Limp and exhausted, I flopped backwards onto Javier. He held me onto him, preventing my slick body from sliding onto the floor. Between his legs, kneeling and looking a bit overburdened himself was Caesar. He was grinning in a frustrated, yet seductive way, slowly stroking his cock. I could hear - and feel - the wolf beneath me chuckling. What had happened? I was in the rat’s belly! I wanted to go back!

“Almost lost ya there, surfer boy,” Javier said. I felt his wolf dick twitch under me, teasing my ass.

“I … I thought …” When I opened my mouth, I could taste the bile from Caesar’s stomach.

“I told ya you were mine. I just wanted to give my buddy a taste. No idea when we’ll get another human in here.” Javier’s paw was rubbing over my naked body, smearing the slime around.

I felt an immediate sense of relief at his comment, bordering on elation. Yes! Fuck, yes! I get to be eaten again, but by the wolf that I really wanted! This just couldn’t get any better! I lay back on Javier and closed my eyes, content that my dream was still going to happen. I could feel his strong heart beating through his chest and suspected that I also heard a rumbling from his belly - but that could’ve been my wishful imagination. When I lazily opened my eyes again, Caesar was standing over us, straddling the wolf’s legs and jacking his dick.

“Parting gift for ya, human,” he sneered happily as jets of rat seed suddenly splattered onto me. He was aiming for my face, and I did my best to let as much as possible enter my mouth. But it went everywhere, even splattering on Javier. It was a good load, and I assume due to his chance of almost completely swallowing me. I smiled back at him while scooping up stray globs of semen to lap.

“How was he?” Javier asked nonchalantly.

“To die for, boss. You’re gonna love it.” Caesar had a smirk I couldn’t figure, but decided it was envy. I had to admit - it was hot to be desired by two predators!

“Yeah, I’m gonna love it,” the wolf mumbled in response. His cock twitched under me and I hoped I could rub my face over it again. But that was not to be. Huge paws deftly turned me over so that I was now looking into Javier’s deep blue eyes. Our cocks were pressed together and I felt I could cum again just from feeling his hot, slick shaft grinding against mine. He smiled as we gazed at each other and I nearly melted at the sensuality of it. “Last chance to change your mind, surfer boy.”

“No fucking way, wolf!” I grinded my dick into his with a growl. “You’re gonna eat me!”

“Yeah,” he said seductively. “I am.”

His paws held me on his chest as he opened his maw wide. Expending his long, thick tongue, he lapped at my face; slowly, erotically, hungrily. I moaned in response, half wishing I could feel his tongue on me forever. He was slow and methodical; slathering my head in saliva. He would pause his tongue on my face - covering it completely - and I would push into it, nuzzling the soft, warm muscle. His hips arced upward, thrusting his big cock against mine, and nudging me towards his mouth. I relaxed to give him full control. He knew what he was doing and I was definitely enjoying the ride! He growled contentedly, as if acknowledging my submission to him. Slipping his tongue past my lips and down my throat gave me a last opportunity to admire his teeth and fangs. As deadly as they could be, I knew he would not allow them to harm me. And, as if to prove my point, he nudged me again, using his tongue to pull my head into his open maw. I caught a glimpse of his throat before he closed his mouth around my neck, plunging me into warm darkness.

He continued to taste me, more recklessly it seemed, as if desperately trying to suck the essence from me. It was an amazing sensation; being the object of the wolf’s craving and hunger. I realized that my cock was now laying across his belly, with the tip at his navel. I squirmed within his grip to force my dickhead into the furry pit. I think he purred. The muffled noises in his mouth sounded pleasurable and his paws shifted to allow me the freedom to hump into his deep belly hole. His moan was unmistakable, and reverberated over my engulfed head. He sucked on me even harder as my humping further aroused his hunger.

I had lost all sense of time and space in the warmth of the wolf’s ravenous maw. Thick saliva completely covered my head while his tongue continued its quest to invade every aspect of it. My cockhead was near exploding again as the sensitive tip gyrated into the furry pit of his navel. I felt Caesar’s paws grip my ankles as Javier began lifting my torso. While my head remained happily in his mouth, Javier was repositioning himself to swallow me. Our current angle would require me to fold in ways that would require having no bones. Overall, not the best prospect. But his experience had him adjusting so that I would eventually be lined up with his throat for easy passage into his belly. Just the thought of what he was doing aroused me further! As he slipped out from under me, the rat helped to keep me steady so that I didn’t get pulled from the wolf’s maw. Now on the floor facing him, Javier could gulp me down at his leisure. Caesar’s paws were on my sides as he settled behind me. Whether accidental or intentional, he made certain to rub his chest and cock against my backside. It added to the pleasure of my experience.

And it also became quickly clear that it was not accidental as his long rat cock flicked at the pucker of my ass. At the same moment Javier pulled me a bit more into his mouth, Caesar countered by quickly sliding his shaft all the way into me. His arms wrapped around my torso and he laid his head on my back as he began a slow, steady fuck. Unable to see, I guessed that Javier was kneeling since it felt his throat was just ahead. I could hear the grotesque gulping sounds it made; as if demanding I enter. I was more than willing to appease its guttural request, but large wolf paws were in control of my progress.

“You surprise me, human,” the rat muttered into the base of my exposed neck. “Kinda thought you’d be boring.”

I laughed - or tried with my face buried in wet wolf tongue. To respond to his comment, though, I shoved myself back as he was ramming forward, causing his cock to go deeper into my ass. I could hear him grunt, and his paws moved to grope my chest and belly as his thrusting increased, so I assumed I had pleased him. You surprise me, too, rat - I thought as I felt myself being humped into Javier’s throat. I had no idea rats were so hot!

But I did have preconceived fantasies about wolves, and as this one sucked my head into his esophagus I moaned loudly. Having just experienced the extreme tightness of Caesar’s throat, I noticed that - although still restrictive - Javier’s wasn’t as oppressively taut. Much nicer, I thought as the warm, fleshy tube pressed against me. I almost chuckled as it occurred to me that I was now in my second predator within an hour! The journey into Caesar was truly incredible, but given my life-long hard on for wolves, I couldn’t deny that this was much better! But still - in two guys back-to-back! Caesar could’ve finished swallowing me and I would’ve been happy with that. But having that happen, and now repeating it with Javier made it that much more special. How many guys get to be eaten twice? Much less once? Then again, I reminded myself that most people really don’t prefer being eaten at all. Too bad for them! I was in a rat’s belly and now I’m about to be in a wolf’s!

Once again, the pounding heartbeat filled my ears along with the more immediate gulping sounds. Javier’s tongue was slathering my chest, teasing my nipples. Caesar had built up to a rhythmic cadence of thrusting that pushed me - inch by inch - into the wolf. I was being fucked into a wolf! This seemed too coordinated to be an improvisational situation, and I suspected that these two had done this to a few other willing participants. It certainly created more sexual stimulation for me - not that I needed it, since I would’ve been content simply to have the wolf swallow me. But the additional physical contact was almost overwhelming! Not only was my head engulfed in Javier’s throat as his tongue slurped on my nipples, Caesar’s paws were rubbing my belly and fingering my navel as he fucked me! All the simultaneous sensations were close to being more than I could handle.

And then the rat’s paw went to my rock hard cock. I gasped audibly within the snug warmth of Javier’s throat. His constant gulping was feeding me enough air to keep me alert, but this literally took my breath away! He must’ve expected it because his paws secured me as my body shuddered from the over-stimulation. I was in tears of helpless sexual ecstasy from Caesar’s soft paw stroking my dick in addition to everything else I was feeling.

He fucked me faster, nudging me deeper into the wolf. The eager tongue was now slathering my abs and digging into my belly hole. Caesar’s paw was still groping my stomach, and it was being drawn into the wolf’s maw along with me. So many sensations were happening all at once that I was barely aware that my cock had begun erupting hot seed; my orgasm only a piece of the heaven of my current experience. I was gasping and twisting in uncontrollable erotic elation of a degree I could not have imagined possible. My mind was vainly fighting to process all the stimuli as every nerve in my body burst with sexual rapture.

Not certain if my cock was still spurting or had exhausted its resources, it was now being treated to the attentions of Javier’s talented tongue. So sensitive was the tip that I screamed in sexual overload. My entire body convulsed as the warm tongue wrapped itself around my cock; sucking and licking and tasting and lapping. Oh fuck, it was seriously too much and I jerked against my own tremors in a futile attempt to regain a moment where I wasn’t overwhelmed. But it was not to be as the wolf continued his erotic assault on my over-stimulated dick. Caesar’s paw was still caressing my belly at the edge of the wolf’s throat and I wondered if he might end up in the stomach with me. Oh fuck yes, I’m being swallowed alive and it’s too much to endure! Too much!

I could feel pressure against the top of my head and knew I was being held at the opening of Javier’s belly, even as the rat’s forceful thrusting into my ass endeavored to push me the rest of the way in. Wolf paws held me in place while he lapped at my cock. But knowing I was so close to his stomach sent me over the edge. Again. Javier’s unrelenting encouragement gained him the reward he wanted as my cock exploded once more with a load of semen that defied physical limitations. This one I felt! The intensity was so extreme that it bordered on pain. I was screaming, muffled by the snug esophagus. His paws gripped me tighter, fighting against his own swallowing of my seed that also threatened to gulp the rest of me straight into his belly. I could taste my own cum as the throat muscles swiftly drew it down. My orgasm was causing me to weaken as I gasped for air. But I was aware enough to realize that Caesar was also cumming, filling my ass again with hot rat seed. He shoved his long cock in me as Javier continued to slurp on my shaft, sucking out the last of my load. Through my own shouting, I could hear his loud, pleasurable moans. As our orgasms receded, he slipped his paw from my abs and free of the wolf’s maw, but kept his hard shaft deep in my ass. It was like we were all getting a moment’s reprieve as the three of us held our current positions. Mine was still at the behest of Javier, whose tongue had even paused to simply cushion my torso within his mouth. His throat was unable to stop its involuntary gulping; an instinct given to having a large object - me - crammed into it, but it allowed me pockets of air. My breathing was restricted and labored from the extensive degree of arousal I had just been subjected to, but clung to consciousness with determination. I was in a wolf! My life-long dream was happening! My fantasies had always included sex, but never could I have imagined how totally incredible the experience would be! Caesar’s contributions were a phenomenal part of it all, and I wished I had some way of thanking him for making my journey so much more amazing.

Almost as if he was aware of my thoughts, the rat thrust his cock deeper into my abused ass one last time in a coordinated effort with Javier to complete my odyssey into the wolf’s belly. The opening to his stomach unclenched and my head slide in to be immediately embraced by the thick, moist crevasses of Javier’s stomach. Caesar’s dick was yanked from my hole as my legs disappeared into the wolf’s maw - and down his throat. I was abruptly deposited into the hot, cramped, fleshy chamber, curling into a ball as I was squeezed from all sides. Momentarily disoriented, I quickly became aware that I had achieved my goal. I was in a wolf’s belly! I had been swallowed alive! Swallowed. Alive.

I let those thoughts sink in for a moment as I adjusted to the limited space. It was hot and damp with spongy flesh clinging onto me. A loud rumble shook as the evidence of Javier’s hunger became apparent. His stomach was wasting no time in its desire to digest me. The muscles churned beneath the soft wrinkles, nudging me about. A steady heartbeat provided me with a sense of serenity and peace. I felt comfort in knowing that the wolf had claimed me and I was now his.

As thick, warm juices began to seep, I was lulled into a lazy melancholy by a gentle back and forth rocking. I smiled in the darkness of the snug belly, realizing that Javier was mating Caesar, preparing to release the load that had filled his balls as he ate me. Their moans reached me as muffled incoherence, but matched the rhythmic swaying of my sloshy chamber. My skin tingled, though I wasn’t sure if it was from the joy of my situation or the wonderful stomach eagerly digesting me. It didn’t matter. It felt nice. And with the gentle rocking I was content to give myself to its will and hunger. The moans became distant. The churning more deliberate. And my happiness complete.

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