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t was another quiet night, another dull dragging night. The pink fluffy sergal sighed as his eyes were practically glued to the clock. It was a rather small gas station. Any sort of company was sparse or often quick to leave. Another night the sergal had to spend by himself. Time seemed to drag its feet. The clock certainly wasn’t moving any faster. He could practically hear the hands shift, drooping downward. Flicking back around, yet it didn’t change the tired state. The sergal resisted a powerful yawn coming on.

He heard it, the ding of the door opening. A massive ball of orange fluff with a tinge of blue. A towering wolf lumbered inside the gas station. His looming figure made the inside seem even smaller than it already was, his golden gaze pierced the sergal’s eyes.

The sergal was entrapped in his looks. If any look could kill, that wolf’s stare was murder to the sergal’s poor pounding heart.

“Hey, do you guys carry any protein drinks?” That brass tone instantly spawned a blush onto the sergal’s reddened face.

“O-oh! Check along the display fridges we should have something there.” The sergal almost choked on his words. That massive wolf gave a smug smirk before he headed towards where the sodas were. His bulky frame nearly knocked over a few things however, nothing fell over. That massive wolf searched and searched for a moment or two. Time stretched out again as that beast was scanning for something. Then he must’ve found it, pulling out a drink from the fridge.

The wolf lowers his head to meet the sergal at eye level. A protein drink slid onto the counter. His hot breath washed over the sergal. It was almost like a thick smog. A whimper ached from the sergal.

“It seems you found what you wanted, sir! That will be three dollars and seventy-nine cents! Oh! Did you want this in a bag?” The sergal struggled with his words. The wolf slid over exact change without missing a beat. A toothy smile crawled across his fanged face.

“You know what I want? I’ve been jogging much longer than I expected. I am so tired, I’d love a cute thing like yourself to take me home. I’m Ario, what’s your name, little guy?” Ario loomed over the counter as he flirted with the sergal.

A soft whine ached from the sergal, he was beet red. It contrasted heavily from his pink and white fluff. “My name is Corva Vilis! That’s a rather bold thing to ask someone you just met!” Corva’s gaze lingered up toward the wolf.

“I am told I’m rather forward. I mean, what better approach than a straightforward one! I get really confused when folks use strange language. I rather not confuse a cute guy! So, will you take me home, cutie?” Ario gave a wide toothy grin. Those sharp glistening teeth shimmered in his drooling words.

“H-hah. I really shouldn’t. Eh you know what? I was ready to quit this job yesterday. Ario, let me lock up. Feel free to wait outside for me.” Corva rubbed the back of his head. Ario nodded and headed outside of the station with drink in hand. The big wolf nearly bumped his head on the door frame on the way out.

Corva hurriedly went through a sloppy but ultimately complete procedure. Part of him winced at the grilling he’d probably get from his soon-to-be former boss. Yet, that wolf’s smile, that damned smile. It fueled the sergal’s manic rush to close down the gas station.

After it was all said and done, it had been a few minutes. Ario’s lips were practically like a storm drain, patters of wolf drool dipped like rain. He quickly wiped it away when the sergal finished locking the door. “So, do you live far from here, Ario?”

“Yeah heh, I hadn’t realized how far I was running till I got here. We’re at least 60 or so miles away from home.” Ario scratched the back of his head and chuckled.

“H-how long have you been running!?” Corva eyes widened at the casual mention of how far it was.

“Dunno, stopped counting, just kept going” Ario shrugged, closing his eyes.

“D-did you have a plan if I said no? You know what? I think I’m better off not knowing and uh, getting you home.” Corva shook his head and headed into his car, Ario shortly followed suit.

That massive wolf barely fit inside the back seat of the sergal’s car, his heft practically made the car choke on his mass. Corva couldn’t escape his flustered feelings, knowing the wolf was such a beast. A lump formed in his throat, gulping down his feelings.

“Oh yeah my address is 5555 Umbra road.” Ario’s hands wrapped around the sergal’s body. Corva shuddered at his touch. With a few key presses into his phone he set up GPS and began driving. Yet that wolf would get so handsy at every stop. Corva ached for such shameless things, moaning at every stop light. He was practically expecting it every time a red light paused the car’s progress.

“Turn left, continue straight for 10 miles, turn right.” The voice in his phone chirped as the sergal drove. Ario continued to quietly explore Corva’s frame, feeling up his thighs, belly and only stopping at his arms. That wolf growled softly at feeling just how soft his driver felt.

“D-do you do this to every guy you meet, Ario? Not that I mind! I’m just curious, you know?” Corva’s lips wobbled as he spoke. His hands cupped around the sergal’s crotch and gave it a squeeze twice as if to say ‘no’ without saying anything.

“Mmmn, well, you are very cute so, I just can’t help myself. Now focus, dumb phone was quiet that you’ll need to take a right up here.” There was a distinct rumble to the wolf’s words. All those sounds made it hard to focus on that stupid phone. Those direction sent a tingle up the sergal’s spine. He practically yipped.

Ario chuckled at the amusing noise he made. “Keep your eyes on the road, don’t need you crashing one me.” It was borderline impossible to focus with how tender yet dominant the wolf was touching the sergal. It had only only been thirty minutes of that hour long drive and yet time was drooping into Ario’s firm fingers.

There were a few aimless moments of driving, the sound of the phone had been droned out by Corva moaning. At one of the red stop lights. In the blaring red glow, the sergal’s crotch, his pants were wet with pre-cum. A dark shade painted his expression as he realized they had been driving in circles for a solid few minutes. He shook his head, steadied his nerves, even as Ario continued to feel him up.

His lips quaked as he clutched firmly to the wheel and started to drive with focus again. He was ninety percent present. Huffing, panting, making turns, going down long stretches of road.

That once distracting touch was now only partially dividing his attention. It was a miracle the two were still on the road after so much fooling around. It was pitch black out when they had arrived at Ario’s home.

“Well, it seems rather late, I know you’ve got a phone and everything but, I don’t think you’d make it back home safely since it is so dark out. So please, come with me, I’d love to have you for company.” Ario smirks and motions towards his home. That wolf walks towards the door, Corva doesn’t hesitate to follow him. Not a moment of second guessing.

The moment Corva entered the wolf’s home, Ario closed the door behind him, and locked it. That wolf moved like a blur in the heat of action. There wasn’t much time for the sergal to react. Pinned to a red wall, the dim lights illuminated the wolf’s pointy and drooling fangs.

Ario grinned, and dragged his slobbery tongue across Corva’s face. Hot thick strands of slobber clung to the sergal’s fur. His steamy breath washed over the sergal’s face.

“My patience was rewarded, I can’t wait to eat you. I wanted more lean protein, I thought a scrawny thing like you, could go missing.” His heavy words beat into the sergal’s ear. Drowning in a flustered sea of red was the sergal. He didn’t fight it back, not even a single squirm. There was something poking the wolf’s leg. It was firm, throbbing. A smug grin crawled across his face.

“Wait, dude you like this, don’t you? You’re one of those weirdos that loves dying!” Ario practically laughed at the revelation. His jaws opened, as if to confirm his suspicions. Corva was wordless, stunned in a red silence. That slimy fleshy abyss stared at the sergal, the wolf grabbed his crotch. It was throbbing wildly. That dick ached in Ario’s firm touch while his jaws loomed over.

“Oh yeah, dude, if you weren’t my food before, this boner of yours. That seals it man, I’m gonna fucking eat you. You’re gonna be a bone soup in my guts, you’re gonna be mine dude! That doesn’t phase you? You don’t wanna even run in the slightest.” Ario was enjoying teasing the clearly turned on sergal. His smile only grew wider as the wet spot on the sergal’s crotch spread. More warm pre-cum spilled onto his clawed hands. “Well, I don’t like eating my food with a wrapper. Clothes and my guts don’t mesh well, undress, all the way for me, dude.”

Being called ‘dude’ over and over again. Corva blushed, effectively nameless as he sheepishly stripped off his shirt. IT was slow agonizing, like the poor thing was being asked to peel off a part of his body. Ario started growling at that sluggish strip tease.

“Take it all off! Stop messing around or I will tear it off, meat.” Those words stabbed into the sergal’s ears. Corva moved faster, hurriedly stripping off his clothes. After a few moments, he was naked, all for the beast of a man to drool over. Ario looked at the sergal the same way one might look at a freshly cooked steak. His breath shook. The wolf pulled away and moved toward the couch within the room.

“Come here, food. You’re gonna sit on my lap. I call the shots since you clearly have accepted your fate already. Don’t make this hard for me.” Ario’s growling dominance, his golden eyes. Corva wouldn’t dare say no, not that he wanted to anyway. Obediently, he hurried into the wolf’s lap. He was firmly right where that beast wanted him. Those sharp claws, those tiny blades, the sight made his mind race. What was the big, bad, looming wolf going to do to him?

It was answer as his massive hand grabbed the sergal’s dick like he owned it. Ario growled into the ears of his effective toy. “When you cum, you’re gonna go down my gullet. You’re not gonna squirm a single bit as I swallow you. If you do squirm, you don’t wanna know what I will do to you if you’re a bad boy.” Ario’s free hand prodded his claws gently across the sergal’s stomach. With a single swipe a few strands of fur were sliced off into the air.

“Y-yes, sir! I understand, sir! I will be a good boy I promise.” Corva didn’t try to resist the powerful wolf’s command. He eagerly humped into the wolf’s massive hand, his dick felt small in its grasp. A moan shuddered from his wobbly lips.

Ario’s right hand pumped down on the sergal’s dick, his free hand explored the sergal’s frame. “You’re good meat, so understand. I play with you to savor you. Don’t cum too fast, I want to feel that cute heart of yours thump.” The wolf’s hand clutched close to where the sergal’s heart was. A rapidly beating drum, fit to the tune of his heavy breathing. A moan shivered out of his buckling hips, that touch was unlike anything he had ever felt.

Corva wanted to endure, his teeth gritting, eyes closed. Ario dipped his head down and pressed his lips against the sergal. A sloppy, wet, intimate wolf kiss. It drowned the sergal in a sea of sensation. Feverishly starving for the wolf’s kiss, he pressed back into every smooch. That warm hot drool sizzled down his fluffy frame. His hips bucked, a weak whimper muffled by the wolf’s invasive tongue. No, it was more like that warm wolf tongue was a welcome guest.

Even as it was hard to breathe, Corva sucked on the wolf’s hungry tongue. Ario slipped his jaws away in the end panting and smirking. “Mmm, are you ready to be a good meal for me? Are you ready to die?” The wolf playfully nipped at the sergal’s ears. That threat pushed him over the edge. Hot cum erupted from Corva’s dick.

It was flurry of hazy moans, shots of hot cum painted his belly. Ario chuckled tenderly his hand patted the sergal’s chest.

“Mmm, good boys, go in feet first!” Ario hoisted the sergal up by the scruff of his neck. That wolf was incredibly strong, with a single hand he had lifted the sergal’s fluffy feet into his jaws. It was a gulp and shuddered yelp ached from Corva’s lips.

“Fffuck, sir, I am food, yeah?” It was effectively rhetorical at this point, the wolf’s maw was stuffed. Ario lowered his hands, letting gravity aid his gullet. Even with the force pushing down, the sergal’s fluffy ass squished against this jaws.

A bite, Ario couldn’t help himself but dig his teeth into the sergal’s jiggly rump. Blood drew from where he bit. A soft sharp moan followed from the bite. Another gulp, another crawl down his slimy gullet. Corva didn’t squirm, he didn’t fight it, he remembered the wolf’s orders well. The sergal could only wince and moan again when the wolf bit into his torso. It was a cautious bite, enough to draw blood but not enough to break flesh. It only made Corva shudder more, he knew that wolf could crush him with a single bite if he wanted to. Ario was savoring him, slobbering over his flesh and blood.

Corva’s eyes looked downward to see his descent. He saw those fangs move in motion for another bite. That fleshy pink pit of darkness, a home that clutched to his frame. He wanted to wiggle at the sight, to squirm, to thrash. His instincts were practically begging him to realize he was being swallowed. That he was feeding himself to a ruthless predator. Yet, he could only moan as that gullet tugged on him once more.

Another gulp, the sergal’s upper torso sunk into his jaws, a yip slipped from Corva’s jaws. His feet sunk pressed against the sphincter leading to those growling insides. Every wet clutch onto his figure nearly made him squirm.

Resistance proved useful, those throat muscles pulsed tightly. If Corva had squirmed, that gullet might’ve crushed his legs. “Mmmn, Ario, fucking take me.” In spite of his heart drumming wildly. In spite of those bites. In spite of the drool coating his frame and sliding him down further. He was moaning quite loudly.

Ario, relaxed his muscles at that sound, gradually inching his meal down. His lips curled past the sergal’s abdominal muscles. His jaws bit down again, getting another taste of that tasty sergal blood. Those harsh golden eyes were almost piercing. It was stare that met Corva’s gaze. It made him moan again, that ferocity, that intensity. Every undulation of the wolf’s warm, all consuming gullet was nothing short of ecstasy for Corva.

Ario effectively slurped down Corva’s entire torso. The sergal’s head was all that remained in the wolf’s jaws. A slimy, warm, wet view of the outside world. It was so blurry, it was akin to weary dream. A glazed, hazy feeling, so many sounds. Wet, tight, pulsing, it made Corva whine as Ario’s tongue slurped and slathered over his wedge-like face.

That stale, heavy breath, washed over Corva and elicited another weak noise from his prey. Ario savored the sergal’s face. That tongue slapped and slipped around every corner. A gentle gulp, a gradual slip, another little gulp. Only that extenuated snout poked out the back of the wolf’s dark gullet. It was the end, one more gulp and that sergal was going to be nothing more than wolf chow. One final taunting slurp over Corva’s snout. One final intentional remark, he was food and nothing more. No, he was food the moment he entered those doors. However, the thought was lost on the sergal.

It was so wet, so hot, so hard to think. That final gulp snapped his senses into slimy darkness. A demise, a death sentence. His figure slumped into the caustic cauldron that was Ario’s insides. It was a tight squeeze, in spite of that flabby middle. It was compact, every inch of the sergal’s body was forced to curl into a ball. Even if he wasn’t told to squirm, it would be impossible to gain his barrings.

Acids pumped into the caustic pit, Corva whined at the sensation. That liquid slowly rose above Corva’s torso. He refused squirm, he knew better.

“Mmm, you’re being such a good slab of meat. It is a shame that we only get to do this once. You’ll be some sick gains at least!” Ario patted his flabby stomach. His digits were able to pet the sergal’s head bulging the outside of his guts. All Corva could do was whimper under layers of suffocating flesh. The sergal was rock hard even as he struggled to breathe. Those muscles threatened to crushed the sergal like a wadded up ball of paper. Every pulse, every almost crushingly tight move of muscle, it was like a sultry promise of an inevitable end.

Yet Corva delicately tried to cling to the acrid, stale air. The sergal was staying surprisingly conscious, surprisingly still. It was unlike any delight Ario had ever felt. A prey so dutiful to his sharp words that he ALMOST felt bad. Yet the memory of that throbbing erection gave him a toothy and crooked smile.

“Heh, I bet you’ve got a mad hard on in there. Focus on that feeling as you become more of me dude. It will be like you’re not choking on BUUUUUUUWARRRRPPPPP...stale air, heh.” That immense belch shook out almost all of that breathable air.

Corva forced to shut his eyes as those juices sloshed his frame into more wolf fat. “Mmm, digest like the food you are, you’re nothing more than food. You are meat.” Ario’s throbbing cock beat against his bulging belly. His fingers coil around his dick, the wolf pumped his cock furiously.

The sergal didn’t thrash around and it made digestion much easier. That gradual breakdown, easing into a softening state. With every pushing contraction of the wolf’s stomach it grew harder and harder to breathe. It wasn’t the only thing that hard. Ario’s hand was moving with more fervor. His heavy panting only grew as his stomach softened up.

“Ha-hah, fuck, that’s it meat, fucking die for me. Die for my pleasure, die to fuel me, dude.” Ario gasped. Every word slurred in a haze. “Food churns, good food dies.” A nasty belch followed his words. That stomach squeezed out more air, stealing away remnants of life. Corva, no longer drew breath.

That last bit of fluff that could be considered a sergal had melted into more wolf heft. He was dead, he was fuel. Ario practically howled as his orgasm raged onward. Hot gushing ropes of seed painted along his soft belly. That slightly thicker wolf gut, his gluttony, his desires sated by one snack.

That plump fluffy wolf sack a little lighter than before his indulgence. His belly rumbled, his throat started to swell. A bubbling clump of air ready to expel itself.

“BUWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP!”

A wet clatter spat onto the ground, the sergal’s skull and pink collar the wolf hadn’t noticed before, both soaked in drool. “Heh, you’re in a much better place now uh…meat.” Ario smirked as he moved from the couch. The night was heavy, so were his eyelids.

He hadn’t noticed it but it felt like someone had attached sandbags to each lip. His massive frame tiredly wandered into his bed. The big bad wolf flopped gracelessly onto the bed. That dummy thick ass of his in full view as he buried himself into the comforter.

It was one of the best sleeps he had ever had. It was the morning, the wolf awoke with a bit of a kick in his step. That nude orange frame kissed by the warm beams of the sun. He yawned for a few solid moments, jaws outstretched. His lips closed with a wet smack, rubbing his eyes.

“Mmn, gonna have to burn this off with some solid cardio. Maybe I can find another cutie at the gym to snack on while I work out.” The wolf spoke to himself, or so he thought. A familiar scent twitched into his nose. Ario’s eyes sharpened, he pinched himself for a moment. “Mmm, nope, definitely awake.” Yet his senses were betraying him. A lively scent, a person who shouldn’t be there, a filled spot where there should be a blank slate.

There was only one way to check out for sure. Ario would tread cautiously. His nose twitched wildly. In the living room, there was a familiar silhouette. His heart was pumping rapidly, he walked into the living room. Corva sat there on the couch, holding a leash.

That pink fluffy sergal, smiled at the wolf’s confused expression. “Like a good song, I never truly die, silly wolf. I guess I should’ve told you but, you flustered me really good. I was meat, felt like I shouldn’t have said anything. You were in control.”

“I must be going crazy! My nose is hallucinating! When I close my eyes, there will just be a skull there.” Ario closed his eyes and the sergal stood up. Almost puffing in an offended manner. Corva grabbed his own skull and poked the wolf’s chest with it.

“Where’s that big confident wolf from before? C’mon, pull me around call me meat again, sir. Use me as fuel for your workout. That’s what a meathead like you wants, yeah? ” Corva’s tone was so playful, so casual.

Ario took a deep breath, his bulky chest puffed outward. His ears flicked and his eyes opened to seeing that skull. He chuckled and patted the sergal’s head. “Mmm, okay meat. You’re quitting your job. I have a new full time position for you.”

“Heh, any position would be better than that crappy gas station. What did you have in mind, sir?”

The wolf grinned, his lips leaned close to the sergal’s face. His hot breath washed over, that belly growled. He didn’t have breakfast yet, it yowled for a meal. That gut practically spoke every word he needed to say. With a sharp, dagger-like grin. “Take a wild guess, meat.” His hand massaged over his flabby, fat, gut.

“Do you really want me to be your…”

“You already know the answer to that question, don’t you?”

“I want you to say it. Please, say it to me, make it official.”

“Didn’t fancy you to be so traditional. Alright, I will say it plainly so it sinks into that heart of yours. I want you. I want all of you, all to myself. I want you to be my belly pet. I want you to serve my hunger, serve my needs. What do you have to say to that, meat?”

“F-fuck, do really you mean it, sir? That you want me to be your pet, to be your meat? You want me to be your food?”

“Heh, what more can I say than, absolutely?”