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Little does he know that expense account alcohol, an overly friendly boar flight attendant, and a lust to live life dangerously is going to come back a bite him - literally. Watch a hapless passenger join the Mile High Club in a way he won't soon forget.\n\nWarning, story contains:\n- M/M Sexual Themes\n- Soft Vore\n- Non-Con\n- Snuff\n- Digestion\n\n-----\n\nAs I was setting up this account, my friend Thassal gave me a tongue in cheek challenge. He was about to get on a flight and told me he bet I couldn't pound out a story for him by the time he landed. I might have gone a little over the limit (and to be honest, my own page limits!) but this story was my first commission as Choice Cuts Deli. So it has a special place in my heart and shows y'all I'm not afraid to cross over into the soft stuff. Just don't expect it to be an all the time deal. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Thassal is a jet setting raccoon on a cross country flight for business. Little does he know that expense account alcohol, an overly friendly boar flight attendant, and a lust to live life dangerously is going to come back a bite him - literally. Watch a hapless passenger join the Mile High Club in a way he won't soon forget.

Warning, story contains:
- M/M Sexual Themes
- Soft Vore
- Non-Con
- Snuff
- Digestion

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As I was setting up this account, my friend Thassal gave me a tongue in cheek challenge. He was about to get on a flight and told me he bet I couldn't pound out a story for him by the time he landed. I might have gone a little over the limit (and to be honest, my own page limits!) but this story was my first commission as Choice Cuts Deli. So it has a special place in my heart and shows y'all I'm not afraid to cross over into the soft stuff. Just don't expect it to be an all the time deal. ", "writing": "\t\tThe low drone of engines whirred just outside the airplane window, the night sky turning from dark orange to black outside the airliner’s windows at 30,000 feet. For now at least the lights inside were on, a low din of general chit chat mixed with the gentle hiss of air conditioning above lulling the jet-setting raccoon to a half-sleep. Or perhaps that was the six (eight? ten?) beers he had pounded down prior to the flight? Thassal was easily three sheets to the window, his happy haze of Sam Adams muted only by the raccoon’s realization that he absolutely had to piss. But no, he had to get a seat in business class, right to the front of the plane. Despite his best efforts to get up as soon as the fasten seatbelt sign turned off, it seemed that the galley carts were one step ahead of him. The wide-bodied 777 offered ample room to maneuver to either foot path, but he quickly realized his foolishness – even if he could sneak to a rear bathroom he would be stuck waiting in the aisle as flight attendants made casual banter with each row between pouring cups of coffee and handing out microwaved TV dinners.\n\tSo he would wait, his massive 6 foot plus frame already squeezed tight into the minimal leg room, now having to squeeze his thighs together in an impatient bid to stave off nature. He grunted softly, taking a moment to tap at his music list with growing drunken frustration. The rhythmic sound of trance did nothing to satiate his need to relieve himself. Minutes turned into hours in the inebriated critter’s mind. His need was only relieved when he saw the cute, rounded rump of a flight attendant pulling the drink cart forwards. He was ample and plush, that ass filling out the seat of his pants and ending in a little, brown tail poking out under the belt strap, capped with a black tuft. The raccoon found himself staring up from his seat into the eyes of a young and sprightly little shortstack of a boar. The brown and black bristled cutie gave a genuine smile, refreshing having spent so much of the day dealing with curt taxi drivers and ground crew herding him onto the plane. The boar reached up to his face, pushing aside a little tuft of his well manicured hair before asking aloud, “And what can I get you today, Sir?” It was almost enough to make Thass forget about his bladder.\n\t“O… oh hi, um…” The raccoon managed to stammer, the look on his face mellowing despite the gentle red flush under his black mask and brown fur. The flight attendant was handsome, and with his inhibitions lowered just enough, Thass felt a little stirring in his pants. No, no he must get hit on way too often, I can’t, he thought as his hands quickly reached to undo the tray table. But then again, he thought, I’m here to live a fun life… not a short one. “H- hey, I’ll uh, I’ll have a ginger ale.”\n\t“Absolutely,” Thass took in the boar’s body language as he popped open the can of soda and poured it out, “You uh… you know I think I’ve seen you on this route before. You fly this way often?”\n\t“Oh, uh… yeah, it’s a work thing. Is uh… is this your home route?”\n“Yeah, direct from Boston to SFO and back again. Lets me see the world and the folks on the route are always the nicest.”\n\t“Oh yeah? Why’s that you think?” Thass asked, leaning forward on his arm rest, hoping that would be a cool look.\n\t“Heh, between you and me… it’s always the gay clientele who catch my eye as the most memorable.” The flight attendant gave a little wink as he placed a drink down on the tray table. When his hand lifted, there sat one of those nine-dollar nips of Woodford Reserve next to the plastic glass of ginger ale. “And I like to be nice to my people. Now, for food, Sir? Chicken or Pasta?”\n\tThass was caught off guard by the simple act of kindness – an expensive act of kindness no less, but one he would cherish. He swore he wasn’t that drunk, but at altitude alcohol hits you so much different… and that can fuck with your emotions as much as anything. Without thinking, the raccoon gave a far-too-relaxed smile to the boar before saying, “Wish you had a pork option.” Real smooth, you doofus…\n\tBut instead of hauling off and smacking the woodland creature, the boar let out a little chuckle, “That’s only available for the second course, cutie. We usually have some leftovers at the end of the night… c’mon back to the aft galley if you’re still hungry and we can see what we can do.” Of course, his cheeky insolence would cost him, as Thass found himself saddled with the pasta dish. One last playful wink and the boar turned his back to the raccoon in order to serve the other row. It gave him a moment to contemplate what happened. Did he just… was that a hookup? As the food cart moved on down the row, the raccoon suddenly remembered he had a bladder, the good feelings replaced by an urgent need to piss. He nearly spilled his dessert sorbet cup as he bolted towards the bathroom, only to be snaked out by a 55 year old at the last second, forcing the poor boy to grumpily wait in the aisle.\n\tThe night would wear on… the extra alcohol provided a cozy little cushion of comfort as food service wound down. This was soon followed by the cabin lights dimming to darkness to allow the passengers to sleep. Thass found himself closing his eyes as the music in his earbuds mixed with the drone of the engines. It was a lovely lull. Perhaps he can just keep his eyes closed a little? He never managed to fall asleep on the plane anyways. Well, until today. The little lull gave way to a fitful dream. His drunk mind fueled the flitting thoughts and whirr of the engines into a cohesive image. A growling, gurgling, heavy noise. Almost rhythmic, almost biological. Was that the plane bouncing? Or a churning motion. The raccoon let out a little whimper, straightening his legs out under the cheap airline blanket. He almost felt squeezed, cajoled, churned, as his mind began to panic in the tight confines of his dreamscape. He felt a chill run through his body, just as his brain latched on to one clear thought… “Second course.” The words piercing and electric, said loud and clear in the boar’s voice. \nThe soft whimpers of a somewhat nightmare turned to a gasp as the entire plane hit singular dip of turbulence, enough to jolt poor Thass awake, and leaving him blushing a dark red as he realized he was sporting a boner under the airline blanket. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice, it was late in the night, about 2 AM by his clock. Even the few people who had bumped awake from the rocking of the plane had turned over to snooze again. But then again, most also weren’t also having a nightmare. With a sigh he remembered his hookup, and with that incessant boner now down to a half-chub, he knew if this once in a lifetime chance to join the mile-high club was ever going to happen, it would have to be tonight. The raccoon unbuckled himself, standing up and stretching his legs. Quietly, though only as quiet as you can get on an airplane, he walked from his seat into the aisle and down the narrow rows. On his way to the back of the plane he passed the mid galley, three of the flight attendants bantering to themselves from their jump seats. One of them, a cute lady rottweiler in a buttoned-up uniform and cap, seemed to even give a knowing little smirk. Or was Thass just reading into her expression? It was hard to say.\nPassing the last rows of chairs, the raccoon blushed in the dim cabin light as he peeked into the aft galley. In the back sat the boar, laughing quietly with a vixen flight attendant, the two sitting in their jump seats and sharing cell phone pictures of something or other. “So I said to him,” he said with a smile of sheer amusement, “look look, I said… If you don’t wake me up in two hours I’m gonna end up looking like I belong on the barbecue! And just look, he left me out there for five hours in the sun. I swear if I didn’t know better that boy wanted to catch a whiff of baco- oh! …oh yes, honey? What can I do for you?”\nThe boar’s sudden and rather quick change of tone left Thass worried he’d made a huge mistake. But with only a little hesitation the hulking raccoon stepped out of the darkened aisle and into the galley’s overhead lights. “Oh, I… I… you said you might have some leftovers for a second course…?” The vixen stifled a little chuckle, turning to the boar and saying in a playful tone, “You’re always giving out the leftovers, I don’t want anything to do with this, he’s all yours big boar.” A moment later she got up from her seat, and stepped around the raccoon, “You call me if you need me, I’m gonna go do a quick round… should give you enough time to sort out dinner with your little friend.” \nAnd like that, she headed down the aisles, leaving Thass alone in the back galley with the boar. As he stood up from his jumpseat, the raccoon got a good look at the man for the first time. Dressed in a prim vest over a button-down shirt and black slacks, he cut a sharp look. But now that he’s got a full view of his server, it was clear that the boar was also wearing black leather combat boots underneath his slacks, a little nod perhaps to the kinkier side of his life when not cruising above the world. The boar was indeed a short stack, a full head and change smaller than the raccoon, with a rounded waist and gut looking as fluffy as a plate of pancakes under the uniform. But it was clear that there was stocky muscle under that padded exterior. He chuckled as he took a few steps closer, before reaching out to grab the raccoon’s arm and tugging him out of sight of the aisle. Thassal let out a gasp that was silenced when mouth met mouth, sharp tusks pressed up against blushing raccoon cheeks. The kiss was commanding, if a little sloppy as one would expect from a boar, supported from below with a firm, slow grope up the raccoon’s inner thigh, caressing that quickly growing cock of his. Any worry of whiskey dick disappeared when he felt himself spring to attention within his pants. The boar had done this before, quite obviously… he knew how to handle passengers.\nThe world spun for Thass momentarily, as the boar guided him first against a wall of warming trays, his free arm reaching out to unlatch the lavatory door, before confidently pushing the raccoon inside. He gave one last look over his shoulder to make sure there wasn’t anyone watching before grunting a boarish, “Drop’em.” With the hulking porker standing in the doorway and licking his tusks firmly, the raccoon complied, his elastic waistband on his sweat pants and underwear slipping easily down around his ankles to reveal that hefty shaft he had been hiding. Passengers’ comfort meant it was always easier for them to do the stripping down. By now the flight attendant’s hands had already unbuttoned his fly, and worked to fish out the fat cock of his from his pants, giving it a stroke or two while he took in the sight. “Mmm… my my… such a handsome body… turn around.” Thass didn’t need to be told twice. As the boar stepped inside of the bathroom, the raccoon would never realize he tapped a button on the console next to the intercom. He could never guess that in the cabin the Captain and First Officer were having a chuckle as a light flicked on indicating the aft galley lavatory was “Occupied.” The only thing that would perhaps seem out of the ordinary was the sound of the engines spooling up to cover the sounds about to be made.\n“So, uh… how should we…?” Thass looked over his shoulder, blushing in the tight confines as the lav door was latched and locked behind the boar. “How should-” He was cut off as the boar reached around the raccoon’s tall frame, one hand slowly feeling up his side under his shirt, the other sneaking around to the front to play with his belly. \n“One foot up on the rim of the toilet. One foot on the floor. Bend forward.” Thass’s heart began to pound in his chest. The commanding voice of the boar helped put him at ease, but this was still the most public sex he’s ever had, and the poor raccoon suddenly felt a pang of worry. It seemed like the Vixen was in on it of course, but that didn’t mean the plane full of passengers would be okay with it. “…relax.” Was the last thing the boar said, his shorter frame leaning on the taller critter from behind, hands slipping down to help position his hips. Softly, the boar began to grind his shaft up and down, nice and slow, hotdogging on the needy raccoon’s rump. Once he had his hookup in the right position, the flight attendant slipped his hand back around and began to jerk him off. Slow, steady, and firm.\n“A… ahhhnnn… oh that… feels… mnnpfh… I don’t even know your name?” Thass moaned, mewling out the question softly as his now sex-and-alcohol addled mind wrestled with intricacies of his hookup. In response to that, the boar just lowered his head and hocked a glob of spit out of his mouth, spattering it right onto the raccoon’s fuzzy ass. His free hand gripped at the meaty globe of an ass cheek and thumb slipped up to guide the gob of spit to that tight little pucker.\n“It’s more fun if we don’t know.” He said, grunting as his spit slick thumb went from circling the tender little pucker to sliiiiiipping inside that tight hole in one firm push. The sudden invasion of his ass made Thass yelp aloud, but it dissolved into a moan as the boar growled a low shush out of his mouth while letting the raccoon relax with the new sensation. “Shhhhh… there we go little morsel… relax… let me take care of my little second course.” Those words sent a cold shiver up his spine. The same thing his sleep addled mind dreamt, the same intonation. He would give one or two more gentle caresses with his thumb, careful to stroke that pleasure spot before it was pulled back out and the boar lined up with his cock head. The thick porker throbbed as he used his cockhead to gently trace around that tight pucker. No condom, barely any lube, the cutie was about to go for a ride on a real wild boar. \n“A-ahhhhnnnn!” Thass gasped out in the sudden shock as he took the whole length of the meaty pork sausage into his tight ass. His bent leg almost gave out at the sudden pang of being rawed in one go.\n“Mmmmm… fuck you’re like velvet…! R-relax… I got you, morsel…” The boar growled and grunted, balls deep inside his little slut. “I’m in now…”\n“A… ahhhh… it… it feels good… S… Sir… you’re so big.” \n“You can call me Sir all you want, boy… I’m gonna use you good, my little morsel…” The boar stayed hilted for longer than he needed, letting his bottom boy settle and get used to his girth. After a moment, the throbbing length slowly slipped back, inch by inch, until just his cockhead was inside. The boar then pushed in again, with all the hunger and lust one would expect from a wild hog. As Thass loosened up his groans turned to long, deep moans, his body melting like putty in the short stack’s practiced grip. All the while, the hog’s hand kept jerking, teasing, toying with that shaft incessantly, making sure Thass got every ounce of lust he deserved. \nHeady with need, the slow fucking lasted what felt like an eternity, every creak and groan of the airplane made his heart jump, though perhaps that was just the several inches of cock plowing his hole. This was so wrong, but it felt so good, so right. As the flight attendant picked up the pace, his squirming passenger got into the rhythm, bumping his rump backwards against the boar’s hips firmly, each slap of his balls against the boar’s only serving to drive his lusts wild and stimulate his prostate even harder. For his part, the boar couldn’t help but grin at the sensation of leaking pre drooling onto his fingertips as he stroked his little catch closer and closer to climax.\n“F- fuck me, Sir…” Thassal moaned out like a whore, panting at the mix of such heady emotions and sensations hitting his body. “P… please I’m close.”\n“Me too, morsel… you want it? You ready?” The boar’s thrusting picked up pace, huffing hard as he ground his cock deep into the poor boy’s hole. Without lube it was rough and dirty, the raccoon having to grit his teeth a little at the pleasureful pain. It was almost too much. But the boar’s hands were firm, his fingers slick with precum as he edged closer and closer. It hit like a ton of bricks all at once. First the hog let out a snorting squeal right before his orgasm, a little louder than expected, but he caught it in time. A moment later, Thass would cum, clenching his tight little ass down hard as he painted a sticky mess on his belly and shirt. The clench was all it took for the boar to grunt out his own orgasm, letting out that muted squeal as a huff of hot air down the raccoon’s neck and back. His quick thrusts powered through his afterglow, leaving the quivering raccoon moaning and limp in his arms.\nThe flight huffed and grunted as he slowly pulled out of Thass’s blown out and worn ass, groaning as he lets his sloppy cock pull out with a wet pop. Thassal seemed to enjoy the sensation of his ass being vacated as he let out a soft moan of discomfort and relief. But before he could set his foot back down, he felt those two cute tusks press firm against his ass cheeks. The flat boar snout smooshed up against ass crack, right above that puffy and raw pucker. And with a broad, long lick, the flight attendant began to eat out that ass he just cream filled. It was strange, such a weird sensation to be lapped on after having been rawed. But Thassal managed to stifle out a nervously playful, “S-service with a smile, huh?” The boar said nothing in return, just a grunt and a Mmmmm of appreciation. In the tight confines there was nowhere for Thass to move. And that’s when it happened.\nWith a practiced dexterity, the short stack’s hands gripped his lover’s hips and gave a tug backwards. In a fluid motion, the boar took a knee on the bathroom floor at the exact same time, his yank throwing Thass off balance and tipping him backwards. Out of panic his legs kicked forward, an arm flailed up and slapped the wall of the plane bathroom, slowing his fall right up to the point his rump seated in the boar’s gaping jaw. There was one last lick on that tailhole, a gentle lap, almost as if the boar was taste testing his airplane food. Just as his heart sank back into his chest, the raccoon felt the first swallow.\nThere was nothing gentle about it. A firm sudden swallow, the widening jaws expanding just enough to encompass the whole of the raccoon’s ass. The force of the swallow, coupled with two guiding hands and the assistance of gravity managed to double over the raccoon in a pike position, his thighs smooshed up against his belly and his rump muscles stretched to the point of pain. The confusion of everything soon turned to a sudden panic as he let out a confused cry, unable to get the words out but expressing at least some resistance with a yeowl.\n“W… wh- wait! WAIT!” The cry fell on deaf ears. If Thassal could see outside the bathroom he would know that the drone of revved engines made it nearly impossible to hear him. The coverage of the other flight attendants, and the fact it was 2:30 in the morning, meant nobody was coming to save him. He didn’t understand what was happening. Nor did he quite have the mental wherewithal to do anything about it, the lust and alcohol only squandering the precious moments he had to fight back. But the boar just swallowed again, sealing the raccoon’s fate as his throat sealed around the raccoon’s lower back and thighs. He may not have cost $12.95, but Thass was going to be far more filling than a box of snack cheese as his body slid deeper and deeper into the ravenous maw. “D… don’t, please!”\nThat was about all Thass could get out as his thighs squeezed tight against his gut, expelling the air from his lungs and making breathing a labor. Of course, being doubled up as he was also made the raccoon quite the mouthful, and the boar worked hard with each swallow. As his prize slid down, down, down that open gullet, swallowing up to the knees and mid-back, the raccoon came up with a genius solution and simply bent his knees down to feebly stave off the boar’s predatory hunger. But when you’re half-eaten already, it’s not easy to create elaborate escape plans. The boar’s nose flared as he took a breath or two, before calmly reaching up to bend his victim’s calves straight again. He even playfully held the panicked Procyon in this uncomfortable position while removing his shoes and socks from the two feet dangling above his maw. After all, they would be extra weight to handle in his gut. The boar almost reveled in his dominance as he took another swallow to devour past the offending knees. With his chest tucked up against his calves, the force and the discomfort of Thass being made to squish into an awkward stress position quickly ended any fight he had left. The poor boy was left mewling and struggling while the boar took his deep swallows, relaxing his throat and letting the raccoon slip down.\nBy the time Thassal had disappeared down to his neck, shoulders and feet, his fate was all but sealed. The boar took a moment to give his whimpering little hookup a pat on the head, before pushing down between his ears and swallowing one last time. His throat worked in concert with his gullet to accept the meal deep inside of him. Thassal found his tight little ass suddenly uncradled by anything, as the doomed the poor woodland critter plopped down into the stomach below. The last he got was the horrific sight of jaws and boar tusks closing above his face, sealing out the dim bathroom light above.\nThass slipped down silently, his body squeezed and squished by so many strong muscles all about. The awkward angle of his approach, coupled with the short stature of the boar meant that the raccoon would find himself balling up, ass-first, inside the stomach of his short stack hookup. When his knees finally freed themselves, he gasped in a first breath of rank, fetid, and acidic air. The putrid scent of digestion filled his lungs. It wouldn’t take long to realize why his death chamber was already awash with fluids. Plopping down into that roiling cauldron of a stomach, the raccoon would quickly realize he was not the first course for today. The boar must have had himself an in-flight meal earlier as his stomach busy roiling from digestion. And poor Thass fell ass-first into the pool of mushed up food that lay at the very bottom. At least the churning stomach made it easy for him to slip his feet and calves out of the esophagus, and curl up deep inside.\nThe flight attendant groaned, his heavy gut making it almost impossible to move as he finally let his body fall back against the door. It was done, his second course was finished. And yet for Thass the fight for his life began. Still curled up in an awkward position, he found himself frantically struggling, as if he had just fallen into a running washing machine. His world was a dark torrent of growling, gurgling churns. But being doubled up on one’s own body doesn’t help when you’re stuck inside a horridly acidic environment, and if his earlier escape plan had been underwhelming, his new plan of ‘push wildly opposite wherever it burned the most’ was even less likely to succeed. Despite his best efforts Thassal found himself churning, turning over and over again, his body unable to get purchase against the thickened walls of a real predator’s stomach. Every push was met with resistance. There was no down, or up, or anything to give him a sense of direction. Only the growing panic and pain as the acidic goo coating his body began to tingle, and then burn.\n“P… please… I don’t… even know you…” Thass managed to choke out in sheer desperation, his gambit devolving into just begging for a name, for anything to hold onto from his one night stand. His plea probably wasn’t heard and only netted him a mouthful of gooey acidic juices and mushed airline food chicken, his mouth quickly beginning to tingle as his body seethed with the agony of digestion. Even if he heard, there would be no response of course, the boar knew better than to say a word while he was waiting out this part. He let Thassal go, slowly petting his belly, feeling the struggles and panic slowly fade over the course of minutes to spasms and twitches, and then gentle gurgles. There would be no telling exactly when Thass died at the mercy of his digestive tract. At most, there was a point when he felt a shudder and then no resistance. Perhaps that was the moment he passed? Perhaps not. The boar chose to believe that his last loud belch was about the point the raccoon’s soul left his gut. \n\n\t“Thank you, we hope you had a good flight.” The boar said with a smile as he wished the last passenger adieu from the flight. It was a long night, but the pilots made good time. Of course, the boar had put on a good amount of weight in the short overnight. Thankfully the rest of the crew was nice enough to shift him about so the folks at the front didn’t notice his sudden gain in girth. It would be a long while before the remains of Thass were worked down into nothing but sludge and pudge, but by now he could walk about without too much hassle. The Captain of the plane, a flowing maned collie, popped up his rollaway luggage handle and gave the boar a slap on the back. \n“Hey, you keep this up, we’re going to have to start painting kills on the side of the plane.” The Captain couldn’t help but chuckle as he reached down and started to fondle the boar’s gut, his fingers pushing into the soft pudge until they felt the resistance of shifting bone underneath. By this point tendons and muscle were melting down, the obvious feeling of what he assumed to be two ribs shifting under his touch made it clear that the now nameless victim was now likely unrecognizable aside from his dental records.\n“Perks of the job, after all. See the world, eat fine food, all the stuff that gets us to sign on.” The boar chuckled as he pulled his own coat from stowage and followed his fellow crew off the plane. It was a cold day in Boston, and despite the jetbridge he could still feel the chill creeping in, enough to make his now rounded and full belly pause its digestion from a full body shiver. The crowded airport didn’t seem to mind, nobody would know the difference between a predator’s full stomach and the hefty gut of a well fed flight attendant. The boar couldn’t help but wonder if anyone would notice the missing passenger. Was anyone waiting for him down at baggage claim, arguing with a customer service rep who suddenly can’t find his flight record? Or was Thass really just a nameless, faceless business man who’d not show up to work this morning? \nAs the boar bid fare well to his fellow crew, he headed out to the parking garage, a sigh coming from his mouth as he stepped into the elevator up, finding himself squeezed inside with a family of five. They were obviously tourists, the forty-something black wolf holding a map of Boston while his kits plapped at the elevator buttons. His wife, a rabbit nearly his age smiled a warm Midwestern smile, and couldn’t help but strike up an idle chit chat with the boar. Where they were from, what flights he took. Thass, however, seemed poised to interject in the conversation, the remnants of the critter causing his stomach to churn. The boar couldn’t hold it back, and let out a thick, hoggish belch. The little kits burst into laughter as the boar tried to stifle his acidic belch, not out of kindness to those around him, but because he could feel fabric climbing up his throat. Thass’s shirt, the remaining piece of clothes he didn’t remove from last night’s meal was threatening to cough up and expose his hunger right in front of the kind family. The boar tapped his chest with a fist and swallowed hard, the remnants of his shirt snaking back down to settle once more.\n“Oooh, looks like they feed you well on those long flights, hun?” quipped the rabbit with a little smirk, her Minnesotan sensibilities making it hard not to say something.\n“Heh, I’m not a fan of airline food, but it doesn’t hurt when I’m allowed to eat a second course on the flight.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\t\tThe low drone of engines whirred just outside the airplane window, the night sky turning from dark orange to black outside the airliner’s windows at 30,000 feet. For now at least the lights inside were on, a low din of general chit chat mixed with the gentle hiss of air conditioning above lulling the jet-setting raccoon to a half-sleep. Or perhaps that was the six (eight? ten?) beers he had pounded down prior to the flight? Thassal was easily three sheets to the window, his happy haze of Sam Adams muted only by the raccoon’s realization that he absolutely had to piss. But no, he had to get a seat in business class, right to the front of the plane. Despite his best efforts to get up as soon as the fasten seatbelt sign turned off, it seemed that the galley carts were one step ahead of him. The wide-bodied 777 offered ample room to maneuver to either foot path, but he quickly realized his foolishness – even if he could sneak to a rear bathroom he would be stuck waiting in the aisle as flight attendants made casual banter with each row between pouring cups of coffee and handing out microwaved TV dinners.
\tSo he would wait, his massive 6 foot plus frame already squeezed tight into the minimal leg room, now having to squeeze his thighs together in an impatient bid to stave off nature. He grunted softly, taking a moment to tap at his music list with growing drunken frustration. The rhythmic sound of trance did nothing to satiate his need to relieve himself. Minutes turned into hours in the inebriated critter’s mind. His need was only relieved when he saw the cute, rounded rump of a flight attendant pulling the drink cart forwards. He was ample and plush, that ass filling out the seat of his pants and ending in a little, brown tail poking out under the belt strap, capped with a black tuft. The raccoon found himself staring up from his seat into the eyes of a young and sprightly little shortstack of a boar. The brown and black bristled cutie gave a genuine smile, refreshing having spent so much of the day dealing with curt taxi drivers and ground crew herding him onto the plane. The boar reached up to his face, pushing aside a little tuft of his well manicured hair before asking aloud, “And what can I get you today, Sir?” It was almost enough to make Thass forget about his bladder.
\t“O… oh hi, um…” The raccoon managed to stammer, the look on his face mellowing despite the gentle red flush under his black mask and brown fur. The flight attendant was handsome, and with his inhibitions lowered just enough, Thass felt a little stirring in his pants. No, no he must get hit on way too often, I can’t, he thought as his hands quickly reached to undo the tray table. But then again, he thought, I’m here to live a fun life… not a short one. “H- hey, I’ll uh, I’ll have a ginger ale.”
\t“Absolutely,” Thass took in the boar’s body language as he popped open the can of soda and poured it out, “You uh… you know I think I’ve seen you on this route before. You fly this way often?”
\t“Oh, uh… yeah, it’s a work thing. Is uh… is this your home route?”
“Yeah, direct from Boston to SFO and back again. Lets me see the world and the folks on the route are always the nicest.”
\t“Oh yeah? Why’s that you think?” Thass asked, leaning forward on his arm rest, hoping that would be a cool look.
\t“Heh, between you and me… it’s always the gay clientele who catch my eye as the most memorable.” The flight attendant gave a little wink as he placed a drink down on the tray table. When his hand lifted, there sat one of those nine-dollar nips of Woodford Reserve next to the plastic glass of ginger ale. “And I like to be nice to my people. Now, for food, Sir? Chicken or Pasta?”
\tThass was caught off guard by the simple act of kindness – an expensive act of kindness no less, but one he would cherish. He swore he wasn’t that drunk, but at altitude alcohol hits you so much different… and that can fuck with your emotions as much as anything. Without thinking, the raccoon gave a far-too-relaxed smile to the boar before saying, “Wish you had a pork option.” Real smooth, you doofus…
\tBut instead of hauling off and smacking the woodland creature, the boar let out a little chuckle, “That’s only available for the second course, cutie. We usually have some leftovers at the end of the night… c’mon back to the aft galley if you’re still hungry and we can see what we can do.” Of course, his cheeky insolence would cost him, as Thass found himself saddled with the pasta dish. One last playful wink and the boar turned his back to the raccoon in order to serve the other row. It gave him a moment to contemplate what happened. Did he just… was that a hookup? As the food cart moved on down the row, the raccoon suddenly remembered he had a bladder, the good feelings replaced by an urgent need to piss. He nearly spilled his dessert sorbet cup as he bolted towards the bathroom, only to be snaked out by a 55 year old at the last second, forcing the poor boy to grumpily wait in the aisle.
\tThe night would wear on… the extra alcohol provided a cozy little cushion of comfort as food service wound down. This was soon followed by the cabin lights dimming to darkness to allow the passengers to sleep. Thass found himself closing his eyes as the music in his earbuds mixed with the drone of the engines. It was a lovely lull. Perhaps he can just keep his eyes closed a little? He never managed to fall asleep on the plane anyways. Well, until today. The little lull gave way to a fitful dream. His drunk mind fueled the flitting thoughts and whirr of the engines into a cohesive image. A growling, gurgling, heavy noise. Almost rhythmic, almost biological. Was that the plane bouncing? Or a churning motion. The raccoon let out a little whimper, straightening his legs out under the cheap airline blanket. He almost felt squeezed, cajoled, churned, as his mind began to panic in the tight confines of his dreamscape. He felt a chill run through his body, just as his brain latched on to one clear thought… “Second course.” The words piercing and electric, said loud and clear in the boar’s voice.
The soft whimpers of a somewhat nightmare turned to a gasp as the entire plane hit singular dip of turbulence, enough to jolt poor Thass awake, and leaving him blushing a dark red as he realized he was sporting a boner under the airline blanket. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice, it was late in the night, about 2 AM by his clock. Even the few people who had bumped awake from the rocking of the plane had turned over to snooze again. But then again, most also weren’t also having a nightmare. With a sigh he remembered his hookup, and with that incessant boner now down to a half-chub, he knew if this once in a lifetime chance to join the mile-high club was ever going to happen, it would have to be tonight. The raccoon unbuckled himself, standing up and stretching his legs. Quietly, though only as quiet as you can get on an airplane, he walked from his seat into the aisle and down the narrow rows. On his way to the back of the plane he passed the mid galley, three of the flight attendants bantering to themselves from their jump seats. One of them, a cute lady rottweiler in a buttoned-up uniform and cap, seemed to even give a knowing little smirk. Or was Thass just reading into her expression? It was hard to say.
Passing the last rows of chairs, the raccoon blushed in the dim cabin light as he peeked into the aft galley. In the back sat the boar, laughing quietly with a vixen flight attendant, the two sitting in their jump seats and sharing cell phone pictures of something or other. “So I said to him,” he said with a smile of sheer amusement, “look look, I said… If you don’t wake me up in two hours I’m gonna end up looking like I belong on the barbecue! And just look, he left me out there for five hours in the sun. I swear if I didn’t know better that boy wanted to catch a whiff of baco- oh! …oh yes, honey? What can I do for you?”
The boar’s sudden and rather quick change of tone left Thass worried he’d made a huge mistake. But with only a little hesitation the hulking raccoon stepped out of the darkened aisle and into the galley’s overhead lights. “Oh, I… I… you said you might have some leftovers for a second course…?” The vixen stifled a little chuckle, turning to the boar and saying in a playful tone, “You’re always giving out the leftovers, I don’t want anything to do with this, he’s all yours big boar.” A moment later she got up from her seat, and stepped around the raccoon, “You call me if you need me, I’m gonna go do a quick round… should give you enough time to sort out dinner with your little friend.”
And like that, she headed down the aisles, leaving Thass alone in the back galley with the boar. As he stood up from his jumpseat, the raccoon got a good look at the man for the first time. Dressed in a prim vest over a button-down shirt and black slacks, he cut a sharp look. But now that he’s got a full view of his server, it was clear that the boar was also wearing black leather combat boots underneath his slacks, a little nod perhaps to the kinkier side of his life when not cruising above the world. The boar was indeed a short stack, a full head and change smaller than the raccoon, with a rounded waist and gut looking as fluffy as a plate of pancakes under the uniform. But it was clear that there was stocky muscle under that padded exterior. He chuckled as he took a few steps closer, before reaching out to grab the raccoon’s arm and tugging him out of sight of the aisle. Thassal let out a gasp that was silenced when mouth met mouth, sharp tusks pressed up against blushing raccoon cheeks. The kiss was commanding, if a little sloppy as one would expect from a boar, supported from below with a firm, slow grope up the raccoon’s inner thigh, caressing that quickly growing cock of his. Any worry of whiskey dick disappeared when he felt himself spring to attention within his pants. The boar had done this before, quite obviously… he knew how to handle passengers.
The world spun for Thass momentarily, as the boar guided him first against a wall of warming trays, his free arm reaching out to unlatch the lavatory door, before confidently pushing the raccoon inside. He gave one last look over his shoulder to make sure there wasn’t anyone watching before grunting a boarish, “Drop’em.” With the hulking porker standing in the doorway and licking his tusks firmly, the raccoon complied, his elastic waistband on his sweat pants and underwear slipping easily down around his ankles to reveal that hefty shaft he had been hiding. Passengers’ comfort meant it was always easier for them to do the stripping down. By now the flight attendant’s hands had already unbuttoned his fly, and worked to fish out the fat cock of his from his pants, giving it a stroke or two while he took in the sight. “Mmm… my my… such a handsome body… turn around.” Thass didn’t need to be told twice. As the boar stepped inside of the bathroom, the raccoon would never realize he tapped a button on the console next to the intercom. He could never guess that in the cabin the Captain and First Officer were having a chuckle as a light flicked on indicating the aft galley lavatory was “Occupied.” The only thing that would perhaps seem out of the ordinary was the sound of the engines spooling up to cover the sounds about to be made.
“So, uh… how should we…?” Thass looked over his shoulder, blushing in the tight confines as the lav door was latched and locked behind the boar. “How should-” He was cut off as the boar reached around the raccoon’s tall frame, one hand slowly feeling up his side under his shirt, the other sneaking around to the front to play with his belly.
“One foot up on the rim of the toilet. One foot on the floor. Bend forward.” Thass’s heart began to pound in his chest. The commanding voice of the boar helped put him at ease, but this was still the most public sex he’s ever had, and the poor raccoon suddenly felt a pang of worry. It seemed like the Vixen was in on it of course, but that didn’t mean the plane full of passengers would be okay with it. “…relax.” Was the last thing the boar said, his shorter frame leaning on the taller critter from behind, hands slipping down to help position his hips. Softly, the boar began to grind his shaft up and down, nice and slow, hotdogging on the needy raccoon’s rump. Once he had his hookup in the right position, the flight attendant slipped his hand back around and began to jerk him off. Slow, steady, and firm.
“A… ahhhnnn… oh that… feels… mnnpfh… I don’t even know your name?” Thass moaned, mewling out the question softly as his now sex-and-alcohol addled mind wrestled with intricacies of his hookup. In response to that, the boar just lowered his head and hocked a glob of spit out of his mouth, spattering it right onto the raccoon’s fuzzy ass. His free hand gripped at the meaty globe of an ass cheek and thumb slipped up to guide the gob of spit to that tight little pucker.
“It’s more fun if we don’t know.” He said, grunting as his spit slick thumb went from circling the tender little pucker to sliiiiiipping inside that tight hole in one firm push. The sudden invasion of his ass made Thass yelp aloud, but it dissolved into a moan as the boar growled a low shush out of his mouth while letting the raccoon relax with the new sensation. “Shhhhh… there we go little morsel… relax… let me take care of my little second course.” Those words sent a cold shiver up his spine. The same thing his sleep addled mind dreamt, the same intonation. He would give one or two more gentle caresses with his thumb, careful to stroke that pleasure spot before it was pulled back out and the boar lined up with his cock head. The thick porker throbbed as he used his cockhead to gently trace around that tight pucker. No condom, barely any lube, the cutie was about to go for a ride on a real wild boar.
“A-ahhhhnnnn!” Thass gasped out in the sudden shock as he took the whole length of the meaty pork sausage into his tight ass. His bent leg almost gave out at the sudden pang of being rawed in one go.
“Mmmmm… fuck you’re like velvet…! R-relax… I got you, morsel…” The boar growled and grunted, balls deep inside his little slut. “I’m in now…”
“A… ahhhh… it… it feels good… S… Sir… you’re so big.”
“You can call me Sir all you want, boy… I’m gonna use you good, my little morsel…” The boar stayed hilted for longer than he needed, letting his bottom boy settle and get used to his girth. After a moment, the throbbing length slowly slipped back, inch by inch, until just his cockhead was inside. The boar then pushed in again, with all the hunger and lust one would expect from a wild hog. As Thass loosened up his groans turned to long, deep moans, his body melting like putty in the short stack’s practiced grip. All the while, the hog’s hand kept jerking, teasing, toying with that shaft incessantly, making sure Thass got every ounce of lust he deserved.
Heady with need, the slow fucking lasted what felt like an eternity, every creak and groan of the airplane made his heart jump, though perhaps that was just the several inches of cock plowing his hole. This was so wrong, but it felt so good, so right. As the flight attendant picked up the pace, his squirming passenger got into the rhythm, bumping his rump backwards against the boar’s hips firmly, each slap of his balls against the boar’s only serving to drive his lusts wild and stimulate his prostate even harder. For his part, the boar couldn’t help but grin at the sensation of leaking pre drooling onto his fingertips as he stroked his little catch closer and closer to climax.
“F- fuck me, Sir…” Thassal moaned out like a whore, panting at the mix of such heady emotions and sensations hitting his body. “P… please I’m close.”
“Me too, morsel… you want it? You ready?” The boar’s thrusting picked up pace, huffing hard as he ground his cock deep into the poor boy’s hole. Without lube it was rough and dirty, the raccoon having to grit his teeth a little at the pleasureful pain. It was almost too much. But the boar’s hands were firm, his fingers slick with precum as he edged closer and closer. It hit like a ton of bricks all at once. First the hog let out a snorting squeal right before his orgasm, a little louder than expected, but he caught it in time. A moment later, Thass would cum, clenching his tight little ass down hard as he painted a sticky mess on his belly and shirt. The clench was all it took for the boar to grunt out his own orgasm, letting out that muted squeal as a huff of hot air down the raccoon’s neck and back. His quick thrusts powered through his afterglow, leaving the quivering raccoon moaning and limp in his arms.
The flight huffed and grunted as he slowly pulled out of Thass’s blown out and worn ass, groaning as he lets his sloppy cock pull out with a wet pop. Thassal seemed to enjoy the sensation of his ass being vacated as he let out a soft moan of discomfort and relief. But before he could set his foot back down, he felt those two cute tusks press firm against his ass cheeks. The flat boar snout smooshed up against ass crack, right above that puffy and raw pucker. And with a broad, long lick, the flight attendant began to eat out that ass he just cream filled. It was strange, such a weird sensation to be lapped on after having been rawed. But Thassal managed to stifle out a nervously playful, “S-service with a smile, huh?” The boar said nothing in return, just a grunt and a Mmmmm of appreciation. In the tight confines there was nowhere for Thass to move. And that’s when it happened.
With a practiced dexterity, the short stack’s hands gripped his lover’s hips and gave a tug backwards. In a fluid motion, the boar took a knee on the bathroom floor at the exact same time, his yank throwing Thass off balance and tipping him backwards. Out of panic his legs kicked forward, an arm flailed up and slapped the wall of the plane bathroom, slowing his fall right up to the point his rump seated in the boar’s gaping jaw. There was one last lick on that tailhole, a gentle lap, almost as if the boar was taste testing his airplane food. Just as his heart sank back into his chest, the raccoon felt the first swallow.
There was nothing gentle about it. A firm sudden swallow, the widening jaws expanding just enough to encompass the whole of the raccoon’s ass. The force of the swallow, coupled with two guiding hands and the assistance of gravity managed to double over the raccoon in a pike position, his thighs smooshed up against his belly and his rump muscles stretched to the point of pain. The confusion of everything soon turned to a sudden panic as he let out a confused cry, unable to get the words out but expressing at least some resistance with a yeowl.
“W… wh- wait! WAIT!” The cry fell on deaf ears. If Thassal could see outside the bathroom he would know that the drone of revved engines made it nearly impossible to hear him. The coverage of the other flight attendants, and the fact it was 2:30 in the morning, meant nobody was coming to save him. He didn’t understand what was happening. Nor did he quite have the mental wherewithal to do anything about it, the lust and alcohol only squandering the precious moments he had to fight back. But the boar just swallowed again, sealing the raccoon’s fate as his throat sealed around the raccoon’s lower back and thighs. He may not have cost $12.95, but Thass was going to be far more filling than a box of snack cheese as his body slid deeper and deeper into the ravenous maw. “D… don’t, please!”
That was about all Thass could get out as his thighs squeezed tight against his gut, expelling the air from his lungs and making breathing a labor. Of course, being doubled up as he was also made the raccoon quite the mouthful, and the boar worked hard with each swallow. As his prize slid down, down, down that open gullet, swallowing up to the knees and mid-back, the raccoon came up with a genius solution and simply bent his knees down to feebly stave off the boar’s predatory hunger. But when you’re half-eaten already, it’s not easy to create elaborate escape plans. The boar’s nose flared as he took a breath or two, before calmly reaching up to bend his victim’s calves straight again. He even playfully held the panicked Procyon in this uncomfortable position while removing his shoes and socks from the two feet dangling above his maw. After all, they would be extra weight to handle in his gut. The boar almost reveled in his dominance as he took another swallow to devour past the offending knees. With his chest tucked up against his calves, the force and the discomfort of Thass being made to squish into an awkward stress position quickly ended any fight he had left. The poor boy was left mewling and struggling while the boar took his deep swallows, relaxing his throat and letting the raccoon slip down.
By the time Thassal had disappeared down to his neck, shoulders and feet, his fate was all but sealed. The boar took a moment to give his whimpering little hookup a pat on the head, before pushing down between his ears and swallowing one last time. His throat worked in concert with his gullet to accept the meal deep inside of him. Thassal found his tight little ass suddenly uncradled by anything, as the doomed the poor woodland critter plopped down into the stomach below. The last he got was the horrific sight of jaws and boar tusks closing above his face, sealing out the dim bathroom light above.
Thass slipped down silently, his body squeezed and squished by so many strong muscles all about. The awkward angle of his approach, coupled with the short stature of the boar meant that the raccoon would find himself balling up, ass-first, inside the stomach of his short stack hookup. When his knees finally freed themselves, he gasped in a first breath of rank, fetid, and acidic air. The putrid scent of digestion filled his lungs. It wouldn’t take long to realize why his death chamber was already awash with fluids. Plopping down into that roiling cauldron of a stomach, the raccoon would quickly realize he was not the first course for today. The boar must have had himself an in-flight meal earlier as his stomach busy roiling from digestion. And poor Thass fell ass-first into the pool of mushed up food that lay at the very bottom. At least the churning stomach made it easy for him to slip his feet and calves out of the esophagus, and curl up deep inside.
The flight attendant groaned, his heavy gut making it almost impossible to move as he finally let his body fall back against the door. It was done, his second course was finished. And yet for Thass the fight for his life began. Still curled up in an awkward position, he found himself frantically struggling, as if he had just fallen into a running washing machine. His world was a dark torrent of growling, gurgling churns. But being doubled up on one’s own body doesn’t help when you’re stuck inside a horridly acidic environment, and if his earlier escape plan had been underwhelming, his new plan of ‘push wildly opposite wherever it burned the most’ was even less likely to succeed. Despite his best efforts Thassal found himself churning, turning over and over again, his body unable to get purchase against the thickened walls of a real predator’s stomach. Every push was met with resistance. There was no down, or up, or anything to give him a sense of direction. Only the growing panic and pain as the acidic goo coating his body began to tingle, and then burn.
“P… please… I don’t… even know you…” Thass managed to choke out in sheer desperation, his gambit devolving into just begging for a name, for anything to hold onto from his one night stand. His plea probably wasn’t heard and only netted him a mouthful of gooey acidic juices and mushed airline food chicken, his mouth quickly beginning to tingle as his body seethed with the agony of digestion. Even if he heard, there would be no response of course, the boar knew better than to say a word while he was waiting out this part. He let Thassal go, slowly petting his belly, feeling the struggles and panic slowly fade over the course of minutes to spasms and twitches, and then gentle gurgles. There would be no telling exactly when Thass died at the mercy of his digestive tract. At most, there was a point when he felt a shudder and then no resistance. Perhaps that was the moment he passed? Perhaps not. The boar chose to believe that his last loud belch was about the point the raccoon’s soul left his gut.

\t“Thank you, we hope you had a good flight.” The boar said with a smile as he wished the last passenger adieu from the flight. It was a long night, but the pilots made good time. Of course, the boar had put on a good amount of weight in the short overnight. Thankfully the rest of the crew was nice enough to shift him about so the folks at the front didn’t notice his sudden gain in girth. It would be a long while before the remains of Thass were worked down into nothing but sludge and pudge, but by now he could walk about without too much hassle. The Captain of the plane, a flowing maned collie, popped up his rollaway luggage handle and gave the boar a slap on the back.
“Hey, you keep this up, we’re going to have to start painting kills on the side of the plane.” The Captain couldn’t help but chuckle as he reached down and started to fondle the boar’s gut, his fingers pushing into the soft pudge until they felt the resistance of shifting bone underneath. By this point tendons and muscle were melting down, the obvious feeling of what he assumed to be two ribs shifting under his touch made it clear that the now nameless victim was now likely unrecognizable aside from his dental records.
“Perks of the job, after all. See the world, eat fine food, all the stuff that gets us to sign on.” The boar chuckled as he pulled his own coat from stowage and followed his fellow crew off the plane. It was a cold day in Boston, and despite the jetbridge he could still feel the chill creeping in, enough to make his now rounded and full belly pause its digestion from a full body shiver. The crowded airport didn’t seem to mind, nobody would know the difference between a predator’s full stomach and the hefty gut of a well fed flight attendant. The boar couldn’t help but wonder if anyone would notice the missing passenger. Was anyone waiting for him down at baggage claim, arguing with a customer service rep who suddenly can’t find his flight record? Or was Thass really just a nameless, faceless business man who’d not show up to work this morning?
As the boar bid fare well to his fellow crew, he headed out to the parking garage, a sigh coming from his mouth as he stepped into the elevator up, finding himself squeezed inside with a family of five. They were obviously tourists, the forty-something black wolf holding a map of Boston while his kits plapped at the elevator buttons. His wife, a rabbit nearly his age smiled a warm Midwestern smile, and couldn’t help but strike up an idle chit chat with the boar. Where they were from, what flights he took. Thass, however, seemed poised to interject in the conversation, the remnants of the critter causing his stomach to churn. The boar couldn’t hold it back, and let out a thick, hoggish belch. The little kits burst into laughter as the boar tried to stifle his acidic belch, not out of kindness to those around him, but because he could feel fabric climbing up his throat. Thass’s shirt, the remaining piece of clothes he didn’t remove from last night’s meal was threatening to cough up and expose his hunger right in front of the kind family. The boar tapped his chest with a fist and swallowed hard, the remnants of his shirt snaking back down to settle once more.
“Oooh, looks like they feed you well on those long flights, hun?” quipped the rabbit with a little smirk, her Minnesotan sensibilities making it hard not to say something.
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