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Oh, hey there, buddy you gonna be a pal, right? Bit hard up here, so, come on, I know you've got some bucks to spare, aintcha? Just be a good little hairless monkey, I really need some new gear, see?

Thomas could still remember the voice that tried so hard to be deeper and rumblier than it was tickling his ears as the young, muscular tiger had pressed him into the wall. Remembered the scent of Kurt's unwashed body after morning PE. The guy never showered. Though at least his breath never stank, just smelled meaty. One big, dumb muscle head of a tiger he had had to deal with for years…

So it was a weird sort of experience now seeing Kurt's eyes wide, giving him a weirdly cute and vulnerable look, tail lashing, bare chest trembling, down there in the habitat, his voice high and shaky.

“Come on! Please, get me out of here already! There has to be something, yeah?! A door, a rope, come on, anything? I, I can hear movement, I, I think that thing is coming, please, we're pals, right?!"

Yeah, pals, riiiight! Pals who pushed one into lockers, pulled down your pants to make a spectacle of you and make lewd comments about your ass, slapped you on it, “asked" you for money, for copying your homework and thought “roughhousing" and shoving you face first into their smelly armpits was perfectly fine if you were a good head taller and twice the other's weight!

Thomas could not help a grin forming on his face as he saw the tiger clawing the security glass, looking up at him on the metal walkway over the glass cage. Yeah, served him right for trying to scare him by joking about putting him in there and then tumbling down himself. Well, okay, Thomas had “accidentally" pushed the button that unfastened the safety lock on that section of the railing so it would swing aside. But, Kurt hadn't even noticed, the guy had been way too busy flailing and screaming before landing down there on his big, stripy ass.

He pursed his lips, looking down, letting his gaze travel over the room. They both had seem plenty of itfrom the lower floor. A big central terrarium, that filled almost all of the room, leaving only a walkway all around. Tropical heat, not quite stopping at the thick, safety glass walls. There was a door down there that led inside. A sort of sleuth, with a control pad next to it.

“Oh, well, I bet when Dr Johnson comes back, he can open the gate to the habitat for you. I mean, I would not know the combination myself. But I'm sure a big guy like you can run loops around some big old snake until then, right? All you have to do is put those muscles to use until help comes."

He had to make an effort not to sound too smug as he said it, watching the tiger's eyes dart around. Problem was, between him and that door, there was almost the entire terrarium. So, either he could go along the open area, to the snake's basking spot, try to get through the thick vegetation where he would make lots of noise or over the artificial rockscape. No good option there, really…

And even a big meathead like Kurt seemed to notice that. His bare chest rose and fell, sweat running down from his pits. All plain in sight after his little stunt earlier. Thomas could still taste the sweat stained fabric in his mouth from when the tiger had caught him gawking as he had pulled his tank top off, saying it was way too hot in the habitat room. Maybe not call people faggot and shove your smelly shirt into their mouth if you expect them to rescue you later?

Thing was, Thomas knew, because he actually had LISTENED to Dr Johnson, that there was the “chill spray", basically a little jet and hose combo to blast extra cold air down into the habitat. A pretty effective deterrent for the oversized reptile inside. It was the new thing, tranq your big scaly critter with a blast of cold that would get them too lethargic to do any harm. Kurt of course hadn't paid attention.

Thomas thought the guy could squirm a bit more…

“Please, I, I can't get to the gate, that thing will get me, please, there, there has to be something you can throw down to me, umh, to pull me up, right?", the tiger's voice was trembling. As was the feline himself. And Thomas really, could not help it, this just was sooo good!

“Ah, I don't know, I mean, you said it just the other day, that I was a weak little bitch, right? Sure I couldn't pull up a big, strapping jock like you. I mean, you told me it was all brawn over brain…"

Thomas remembered Kurt saying that to him rather clearly when the tiger had pinned him against the wall in the boy's bathroom. Remembered the thick scent of sweat and of something else. The moment when he had thought he had felt something press against his body, something hard, throbbing. When he had tried to get a grip on himself, so the tiger would not notice he was starting to leak in his pants…

He still remembered the intense scent of sweaty feline with a new, sharp note added to that cocktail.

Just before the creak of the door had made Kurt jump, giving him a last, sneering remark, before he strolled off. Still remembered that he had felt his cheeks burn as he had jerked off to that at night…

“You, you can figure something out. I mean, you're smart, right? Please, pal, umh, really, please?"

Yeah, Thomas sure could. Like tying something to the railing or such. Was he really too dumb to think of something so simple? Like, really that much of a meathead?

“You remember what Johnson said, right?! Those things eat tigers in the wild! I, I bet it can smell me now!", he half hissed, as if he was suddenly afraid to speak too loudly, but gesticulating wildly.

“Well, that would be one way to do our assignment to feed that thing, bet you'd be much better than some warmed up frozen meat made to move on a wire", Thomas chuckled, grinning as he saw the reaction on the young tiger's face. The note of panic. The trembling. And boy, did the guy just sport some sort of fear boner or something? Cause there was a definite tent in those blue shorts.

“That's no joking matter, get me out, please! What do I need to do, promise to suck your cock?!"

Thomas saw the subtle flush, the twitching, the anthro equivalent of blushing. Certainly gave him ideas. He did not have to tell Kurt after all that he would be pretty tempted by the reverse offer, too. Or that he had jerked off thinking of the tiger buried to his balls inside his human ass more than once…

He just pursed his lips, shrugged and let his gaze wander the terrarium again. From the tiger, to the…

Oh, fuck…

It was as if time slowed down before his eyes when he noticed that big head. The gold and brown and black merging so easily with the vegetation. Only the slow movement betraying the reptile on the prowl. The huge snake, so close to his prey already. And the tiger only looking up at him…

The impulse to shout out seemed to stay stuck in his throat as his eyes, just for a moment, met with those of the reptile. They looked almost black from this distance. All dark, and, for some reason, so strangely more expressive than some old reptile had any right to be…

He's a smart one, no two words about that, very, very special, my boys…

The doctor's words from just an hour ago seemed to ring in his head, as Thomas suddenly found himself stiff, unable to move, unable to do anything but watch, as the snake struck…

For a moment, he thought of the chill spray, of grabbing the hose to save the dumb tiger. But he did not. He just watched. Just watched as the jaws struck, clamped around the other boy's muscular shoulder, holding tight, as the serpentine body unwound like a coil. Scales shimmering in a blur of motion, the helpless, animalistic cry of the big cat. It was over so quickly. Kurt still struggling as the coils skillfully wound around him, trapping his arms, his legs, his torso, as the snake took its prey…

Their eyes met, two shocked expressions, panic in one pair, a weird, obscene fascination in the other. And then, Kurt let out a feeble, boyish gasp, as the coils began to draw tight around his muscular, half naked body. The snake had him, had its prey, and the forked tongue was flicking out, tasting the air…

Thomas knew that he had to do something. Use the chill spray, call Dr Johnson, try anything to get Kurt out of the snake's lethal embrace. But, he did not. He just stood there. And watched…

He knew that whatever Kurt had done, however obnoxious, immature and how much of an obnoxious dick he might be, he did not deserve this. Part of him maybe even understood that there was something, clumsy, unspoken and maybe mostly repressed on Kurt's side between them. Part of him, despite the bullying, his bad hygiene and his lack of brains, was, he had to admit, really crushing on the tiger.

But more than anything, part of him had this very dark, morbid and maybe even more repressed desire to watch. Watch what would normally just happen on Discovery Channel happen to the tiger.

And observe with the same voyeuristic fascination, as the predator turned prey…

The tiger, Kurt, was breathing hard, labored intakes of air fighting against the sinuous body, almost playfully holding him, ever so slowly turning tighter. It was not that bundle of coils, with only a head sticking out, like Thomas maybe would have expected based on certain children's cartoons that always had held a weird fascination to him. No, the reptile was coiling and recoiling, tossing the young male about, twisting limbs, painfully sometimes, if the sound the feline made were any indication, but leaving them to hopelessly flail and struggle for a while. Smooth scale was rubbing over hard muscle, fur damp with sweat, the bright orange and white and the dark black stripes forming an especially vivid contrast, as did the pale pink nipples, the scales had just laid bare. Thomas could not help thinking how beautiful the tiger's body looked. Especially when a coil rubbing against his groin made the tiger twitch, mouth agape, a tremor running through him. Thomas gasped as he saw the tiger's crotch coming into view. He was hard. A tent straining the tight, blue shorts. And he also noticed the very visible wet spot forming at the summit of it. And as if spotting himself in the mirror, the young human's gaze traveled down, to the erection he himself was sporting, pressing painfully against his own jeans…

Many a predator has developed mechanisms to induce an arousal response in its prey, something we posit has proved an effective tactic to stop resistance, especially in male prey. This is how especially snakes and the rare species of tropical gargantuan carnivorous plants can devour even large adult jaguars, tigers or crocodiles and make nutritious meals out of them…

Thomas heard Dr Johnson's voice echo in his head. And he vividly remembered the flustered reaction from several of the larger anthro males watching the video demonstration that had come with it. Including of course Kurt. The tiger had been flustered, fidgeting in his chair, especially when some of the girls in the class had giggled and pointed at him, their whispers loud enough for the tiger to hear. That had been the same day the episode in the bathroom had played out…

Thomas' hand had snuck down, slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans, right to where his cock was starting to throb almost painfully, while his eyes were glued to the tiger again. The tiger, no longer Kurt. Just a young, healthy male anthro, about to become a nutritious meal to the hungry snake…

His struggles by now had mostly ceased. The tiger was just weakly twitching, his body shuddering as the forked tongue flicked over his sweat matted fur. The snake seemed to take time tasting its prey. The head hovering over his exposed armpits, flicking out, over and over, while the tiger just made helpless, moaning sounds as smooth scales rubbed over his pert nipples and even stiffer cock. Down to his navel, the firm, rock hard abs, then to his groin. The fabric of his shorts was soaked with precum. Thomas could see the tiger's tail lash about helplessly. He looked really good like that…

The boy watched the tiger twitch helplessly in the snake's grasp, watched the tent in his shorts grow…

His own hand slid up and down his own shaft, already slick and slippery, his own scent of sweat and arousal mingling with the powerful aroma of the tiger he could smell even from where he was leaning against the railing. He watched as a thick bead of clear liquid just came oozing straight through the wet fabric of those blue shorts, saw the tiger's massive shaft throb violently…

Snap!

The sound of cheap, flimsy fabric, worn down by days of being stretched and drenched in tiger sweat and musk breaking apart seemed comically loud, loud enough to make the low, whimpering moans of the tiger stop for a moment, as his cock flopped out, leaving wet, sticky marks on fur and scale…

Now the snake's coils could rub directly against the overstimulated organ. And with that, it hardly took any time at all until the young tiger gave in, ropes of cum shooting like a fountain from his abused body, leaving him whimpering weakly, trembling, helpless…

It was the very moment the snake started to feast…

Thomas was so close himself, his hand pumping up and down his shaft as he watched the tiger disappear right into the reptilian maw, feet first, which certainly was no small achievement for the reptile, using his coils to keep the paws pressed together, easily disappearing into the hungry maw. Maybe he really was as smart a snake as Dr Johnson had claimed. He sure seemed to be much better than his fellows in getting his prey down. Not that it was exactly fast, but instead of a slow, hour long crawl, it was a smooth, drawn out slide. The insides had to be slick like a well greased tube, because there seemed to be no resistance to the spent tiger, eyes wide in a mix of post orgasmic bliss and panic, slipping down to where he belonged, where his thickly muscled body would marinate in digestive enzymes, break down into a thick, meaty stew to be slowly absorbed by the ravenous reptile…

Thomas felt the sweet ecstasy of his throbbing, painfully hard cock, his hands going up and down quickly as he watched the tiger being devoured alive, their eyes meeting for a moment. It was a strange feeling, being watched in the act, seeing that mix of confused emotions on the feline's face, as bit by bit, he was sliding down, cock still hard, a mess of white semen splattered over his abs.

The forked tongue was now snaking over his heavy balls and the tiger let out another helpless moan, as the head of his cock began oozing another load of precum. The snake was not done playing with him. Thomas felt his whole body flushed with heat, drenched with sweat as he watched the tiger's penis throb as the jaws of the snake drew closer, closer. The helpless moan was perfect. It all was, just…

Fuck! Oh fuuuck!

Thomas' orgasm was hot and almost painful, an ecstatic rush as sticky white seed came flying all over his black t-shirt, running down hot and musky as he unloaded his balls, watching the tiger do the same. Hard enough he might have blacked out for a moment. Or just utterly zoned out with sexual bliss. No, had to be the latter. He could remember those thick pectoral muscles, the stiff nipples, almost jiggling a bit as the jaws pushed against them. But it was almost like a fugue of sexual bliss that only ebbed down when he saw those green eyes disappear, heard the last, moaning whimper as the well defined bulge of the tiger, still with a very pronounced stiff erection, slowly slid down. A bulge almost like a slightly blurred Greek statue or anatomy model, making its way down as the snake began to move, to the warm stones where it could peacefully digest its meal. Thomas could only watch with a grin, carelessly smearing his warm cum over his ruined shirt. His breath went heavy, his thoughts transfixed by the spectacle, by the bully tiger now nothing more than meat, nothing but a nice, big meal for the snake…

Then the serpentine head rose, turned, as if looking straight at him. Dark eyes, focused on the young human, sweaty, covered in cum. The tongue was lazily flicking out, almost like an invitation…

He had to smell pretty delicious to the reptile as well…

The thought hit Thomas, like a surprise blow. His breath went quick, his eyes went down to his cock, still stiff and throbbing. And then, slowly to the tiger shaped bulge, and to the half open maw that would so easily stretch to accommodate for a mere, gangly young human male…

Thomas did not know when he had started to strip, but it felt strangely good to get out of his sweat soaked clothes. And he could not help feeling a shiver of wild excitement, as his pants slid down and he peered fully naked into the habitat. All he had to do was swing himself over the railing and then…

When Dr Johnson returned later to find the clothes scattered over the metal walkway and the wet rags of a former pair of athletic shorts, he just shook his head, allowing himself a faint smirk, looking fondly at the well fed snake basking in its favorite spot, before he crossed out two more names from the class roster…