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Not only would he get to meet one intimately, he'd get to at one of his best friend's weekend parties no less! The adorable part-snow leopard Wes was eager to get his hands on the inquisitive human, and even more eager to have a taste of his new friend's cock. Unfortunately for Dylan, instinct kicks in, and Wes makes a decision that his new friend will regret for the rest of his short life.\n\nWarning, Contains:\n- Soft Vore\n- M/M Sex\n- Digestion\n- Consensual Sex / Non-Con Vore / Alcohol Use\n\n-----\n\nMy first anonymous commission (yes, I am willing to take anonymous or private commissions) and my first commission with humans in it (yes, I also do those)! In this case, the commissioner allowed me to post this piece after changing character names, and also told me that I \"deserve to show off [my] work.\" So I am pleased to share another soft vore piece with you all! I had fun writing this one actually, Wes's character challenged me to come up with mannerisms befitting a human-anthro hybrid character, and I think I hit them pretty spot on. Lemme know what you think! Drop a comment if you enjoyed. ;3 ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Dylan had never met a demi-human before. Not only would he get to meet one intimately, he'd get to at one of his best friend's weekend parties no less! The adorable part-snow leopard Wes was eager to get his hands on the inquisitive human, and even more eager to have a taste of his new friend's cock. Unfortunately for Dylan, instinct kicks in, and Wes makes a decision that his new friend will regret for the rest of his short life.

Warning, Contains:
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- M/M Sex
- Digestion
- Consensual Sex / Non-Con Vore / Alcohol Use

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My first anonymous commission (yes, I am willing to take anonymous or private commissions) and my first commission with humans in it (yes, I also do those)! In this case, the commissioner allowed me to post this piece after changing character names, and also told me that I "deserve to show off [my] work." So I am pleased to share another soft vore piece with you all! I had fun writing this one actually, Wes's character challenged me to come up with mannerisms befitting a human-anthro hybrid character, and I think I hit them pretty spot on. Lemme know what you think! Drop a comment if you enjoyed. ;3 ", "writing": "\tThe pounding beat of house music vibrated the walls of the three-bedroom home, underscored by a low drone of laughing, conversation and drinking. It was Saturday night, time to unwind and let loose after a long week. As the clock passed 11:15 PM the party was in full swing, offering little space for someone to catch a quiet moment. The front porch was filled with the smoking crowd and the line to the bathroom was down the hall. But two partygoers seemed to have hit it off well, and one of them had a plan to get a little quiet together. Twisting through the people, the dashing 6'2'' pale skinned demi-human Wes was grinning a broad, cat-like grin as he snaked deftly through the crowd. He had mostly human features, save for a cute set of snow leopard ears and tail, as well as slightly paw-like hands, the curled claws of his fingers gripping on firm to the hand of a cute boy he had just met.\n\nDylan was by no means as graceful as a feline, nor even a feline-human hybrid, but his cheeks were ruddy and smile goofy from more than just the alcohol. He was smitten with the kitten, even as he weaved his way behind the crowd trying to keep his cocktail from sloshing out of his cup. Despite his six foot even frame, the shaved-headed and scruffy bearded man couldn't help but be enamored with the cute black-haired demi-feline. And for his part, Wes didn't leave him behind in the crowd, the two hands gripped tight, little pauses and toying tugs nudging Dylan to follow along, like a cat batting at a toy mouse. It wasn't a grand adventure, though drunk as they were it felt like one. At long last they reached the prize, up the stairs and to a wooden door down the hall from the second bathroom.\n\n``Pffffshhhhh...!'' Wes exaggerated a shushing sound at Dylan, one so loud that it was probably heard by everyone at the party as he fumbled to get the door open. The pair giggled as they entered the house owner's bedroom, the ceiling ringed by a mixture of RGB lights, set to glow a warm purple, and blacklights, which made Wes's ears and tail almost glow in the dark. Smiling a broad, expressive feline grin, he added, ``Jake told me we could hang out up here a little, it's fine!'' He said plopping down on the bed and resisting the urge to curl himself up as he took a triumphant sip from his Cuba Libre.\n\n``You dork, you didn't have to act like it was a secret then.'' Dylan's baritone voice called out as he swung a desk chair around so that he could sit down facing the cutie.\n\n``Look, my people enjoy the hunt, and sometimes it's more fun to tease our... heh, victims.'' Wes made an exaggerated clawing motion at the air before taking another sip. The `Ghost of the Mountain' looked much more ungainly with a few drinks in him.\n\n``Would you believe that I... um... I haven't really ever met a demi-human in person before?'' Dylan quickly lifted his drink to his mouth, using it as cover to get a better, more private look at the tall feline cutie. He was well fed underneath his tight fitting ``Ask Meow I'm Doing ~ I'm Feeling Pawsome'' tee shirt. In fact, despite being pretty lithe and proportional, Dylan could tell there was the slightest hint of lovehandles at the edges of his khaki pants, just barely peeking over the waistband.\n\n``Oh? Is that so? Is that why you gravitated towards me? You were eager to learn more about someone like me?'' Wes smirked, finding himself leaning forward in a sort of perch position as he eyed the cute guy back.\n\n``N-no! Oh gosh no. I... just... I've only ever spent time with humans or anthro-folk. I've honestly never met a demi before. And uh... I mean... we hit it off really well down there.''\n\n``You mean I hit you off the map in Golf and made you have to go pour me a drink? ...which, this is very good by the way. I'm not one for party drinks but you have a way with mixing them.''\n\n``Heh, thanks. It's... the key is to figure out who brought the good stuff and steal it off them.''\n\n``Geeze, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a demi-raccoon.'' The demi-cat chuckled, craning his neck a little to stretch and pop his vertebrae before taking another long drink. ``Well... I dunno what all there is to say about myself. I'm one-eighth snow leopard through my Mom's side. The story goes my great grandmother was snow leopard-folk from Nepal, she fell in love with a British Lieutenant who was stationed there to train the Gurkha Rifles battalions and came home with him when independence was declared.'' Wes's ear twitched a little, the florescent colors of the room making it look so much fluffier and more adorable as he cocked his head to the side, ``...you don't believe me, do you?''\n\n``No no no! I... just, I kinda poured hard on this last drink and I'm...'' Dylan stammered a little, failing to hide his obvious fluster. ``... I was just...''\n\n``You were eyeing me up, weren't you?'' Wes said with a smirk, his grin growing wide as he understood.\n\n``I... wh- Wes, no! I...'' Dylan's brain skipped over and over again trying to not say the wrong thing, before stammering out, ``...it's just you're really... kinda cute... and I...''\n\nThe demi-snep couldn't help but grin as he stood once again from his perch on the edge of the bed, hips swaying side to side lazily. That pendulous curled-tipped tail bobbed behind in the cool purple glow of the room's lighting. ``Oh really little one? You think I'm cute?'' Dylan was about to say something snappy back about his size but was suddenly met with Wes's sweet face leaned into his. His drunk mind kept discovering little features about this adorable hybrid boy, like how his eyes seemed to radiate and glow like a cat's eyes. Wes used the new position to look Dylan up and down, a little smirk creeping across his face as he noticed the frustrated bulge forming in his pants. With catlike reflexes, Wes leaned in to kiss Dylan right on the mouth before he could react. More than just a peck, their lips locked gently and Dylan got to feel the tiniest brush with his pronounced incisors. It would be a stolen kiss, but one that made the human long to reciprocate as he felt those lips pull back. Of course, this only served to alight the human's lust. His dirty little secret was a love of predatory types, and it betrayed him in a ruddy blush even noticeable in the dark of the room. ``Mmm... well, I think you're pretty cute too.''\n\n``Y... you do?'' Dylan took one last drink from his glass and set it aside as Wes extended a soft hand to rub at the boy's chest, the gentle tips of his fingers, and more important, the gentle clawed tips, playing down the chest of his shirt, zigzagging around a nipple as he teased. ``Oh gosh, Wes, I...'' It was about all he could say as that finger dragged down to his belly and the tip slipped behind his jeans button. Wes knelt, his fingers fumbling at Dylan's groin as he popped open the button and began to tease the zipper down, exposing a rather adorable pair of orange and green briefs, a slick spandex material that glowed under the blacklight with the same gentle intensity as his evening fling's white fur. Wes peeked his eyes up, seeing that his little human toy was breathing hot and heavy, his heart pounding in his chest as the hybrid took his cock in hand through the soft fabric and pumped it up and down.\n\nIt was such a rush. What he had just thought would be a simple party crush turned into something so much more intimate, so much more naughty than Dylan had ever envisioned. He couldn't help but also feel a tint of guilt, the party host's own bedroom being defiled by the pair as he was downstairs mixing drinks. But, things happen. It's a party! And Wes's exploring hand sapped all his focus as the snow leopard boy started to stroke with such eagerness.\n\n``Mmmm-rowwww... oh you are ready, aren't you?'' He dragged his soft tongue across his lips before tugging down Dylan's pants and underwear in one firm motion, the poor boy's shaft springing out as he sat patient and eager. Wes pondered the little treat in front of him carefully, watching as the needy shaft throbbed, his little human fling's hip muscles causing the beautiful cock to bounce up and down ever so softly in front of his face like a cat toy. Wes was overjoyed, and slightly drunk-distracted as he watched his handsome prize bob in front of his face, carefully giving the length a little bat before gripping it tight and stroking up and down slowly along the length, taking his time as he paused at the tip. Even as well inebriated as they were, a small bead of precum welled up at the tip of his cock. Like a kitten playing with his toy, Wes would stroke all the way up to the head a few times, before using his thumb to gently caress Dylan's piss slit, watching the bead of precum grow bigger and bigger with each subsequent tease until it threatened to break surface tension and roll down the side of his cockhead. ``Mmmm... you know what they say about cats and cream...'' He purred out softly before leaning his head down to give a lick to his eager human's cock tip.\n\nIt struck him like lightning, the drunk demi-snep's eyes almost twinkling in the mood light as he lapped a textured tongue from just under the cleft of his cockhead, up along the slit, overshooting just enough before curling his tongue in to savor the salty-sweet flavor. He paused to consider it, the warmth of male musk, not dirty, but pungent after a day and an evening in those sexy undies. He had tasted human before, but this... this was ripe, fresh... Dylan couldn't hear the gentle growl of his stomach, nor could see the gears turning in Wes's head as his mouth opened wide and ravenously started to suck that needy cock.\n\n``O-oh... oh gosh, oh fuck....'' Dylan reached his hands out to cradle the back of the demi-human's head, a gentle gasp as his fingers tentatively touched those cute ears, making them twitch idly. They were real as could be, and they were irresistible to play with, the juxtaposition of his coarser black hair meeting the soft kitten-like fluff of his snow leopard ears practically urging the human to rub and explore with his fingers. Wes purred out sensually, his eyes closed and lost in the slow bob of his head sucking down the length, then up again, working himself up to deep throating the thick cock in his mouth. But those appreciative sounds weren't because of Dylan's cross-cultural exploration. Of course the rubs felt good! But Wes's eager mind was focused on something else, his growing hunger. He could hear the question being mulled over in his mind, again and again. Eat him... Hungry... Want soft pink tender man meat... The words rolled in his mind as he savored the cock, nostrils flaring with a slow breath in before his nose buried deep in Dylan's groin, pressed against his soft pubes.\n\nHis throat was smooth, beautifully tight as his cock slipped back and into Wes's gullet, taken in one deep motion. He would hold his head down for a moment before slowly receding, getting used to the sensation of so much meat deep in his throat. But as his tongue lapped along the underside of Dylan's cock, testing the taste of that hot sausage right up to the balls, Wes knew that a life changing decision was about to be made, whether Dylan was ready for it or not.\n\n``Mmmmmnnnn...'' crooned the demi-human, focusing on getting a little appetizer from his main course, his slow suckling becoming more driven, more focused. Dylan's toes curled as he sat back in the desk chair, his hands guiding the blow job ever so gently as he was driven mad by the eager feline. He was at the edge, shaft throbbing deep inside his Saturday night fling's throat. All it would take was one little push. Without needing to say a word, it happened, a soft set of fingers caressing under his balls, two fingertips slowly pressing up against his taint, a little push of that pleasure button from the outside, a little circular rub. It was little ordering a soda; a soft gasp and then Dylan spurt, fresh and unstoppable. The warm gush flowed right into Wes's mouth, rich and creamy. Pulling back, he would breathe out through his nose, getting a rush of manly scent to accompany the taste. \n\n``A-Ahhhhh~!'' Dylan let out a gasping moan as he was firmly sucked dry. Wes would not pause the gentle bob of his head until the last twitch was felt from that tender shaft. Of course, Dylan's fate was sealed. The demi-human had made his decision as he swallowed down the last of Dylan's fresh cum, moaning as he smacked his lips at the rich flavor. He needed it. He needed more. As the human opened his eyes, he was met with his lover's lips pressed firm against his own, parting to kiss him passionately. He could taste his own cum on Wes's tongue, a heady mix of afterglow as the two made out. There was no fighting back as Wes's hands grabbed under his armpits and tugged him upwards. Dylan would only open his eyes when the kiss broke, and by then it was too late. ``W-wh-?``\n\nWith a half-growl, half-meow (to his credit, he had tried to roar, but between his lack of proper anatomy and his general drunkenness it came off more adorable than anything), Wes lunged his mouth forward, jaws wide open as he yanked up with his paws, cramming Dylan face first against his still cum-slick tongue. It was ungraceful, the demi-snep's drunk munchies causing him to jam the human's head and face in hard like a slice of pizza. But to Dylan's drunk ass, he might as well have been a deft wild animal. There was a panic, a struggle as he tried to cry out, to squeak out the words stop. But instead, the human's mouth opened up and plapped hard against the tongue that was tasting him just moments ago. His cry was muffled out as Wes made a hard swallow, a helpless Dylan tasting his own cum and cock hot and pungent on Wes's tongue as he slipped up an inside that ravenous jaw.\n\nDylan gasped, his hands trying to clumsily reach up and stop himself. But the hottie was quick, his deft hands slipping from under his victim's armpits and gripping him at the waist, one hand managing to grab an arm as he started to swallow and devour his prey. The human was helpless as his head, shoulders and chest quickly began to disappear into the gaping, ravenous maw all around him, the sensation underscored by those pronounced incisors nibbling at the end of each swallow, as if marking how much body he had left on the outside each time he took a gulp.\n\n``MNN- MNNN!'' With his head squished deep in the greedy demi-snep's gullet, there was so little Dylan could do but try and call for help. Yet he knew it was useless, the pounding base of some horrid house music drowning out his little pleas for mercy and muffled grunts as his feet lifted off the ground. Still wearing his clothing, with his pants around his ankles, Dylan fell deeper into the ravenous jaws. Being only two inches shorter than Wes still meant it would be a hard fight, as his body stretched and contorted the demi-human's throat. But the practiced hunter and self-professed human-eater made short work of the cutie, his deep gulps and feline-fast hands able to add a push or still a wriggling limb as he worked on chowing down on his prize. Dylan could only kick his feet feebly, the weight of his pants around his ankles making the poor boy far less effective at driving off Wes than he had hoped. But of course, when you're already up to your belly button in someone's jaws, your escape plans are not going to be the grandest nor terribly effective.\n\nDylan's pitiful pleas and whimpers became even more muffled as he felt his face smoosh up against the internal sphincter of his predator's stomach, the slimy inside of his gullet suffocating the poor boy. It would feel like an eternity, the human's soft and supple body being caressed by the rippling muscles of his predator's esophagus, before it all gave way, the poor human sloughing down into the roiling stomach below with one more firm gulp. Wes felt the sudden filling sensation as his gut began to paunch out, his meal for the evening curling up deep inside his body. Assured he wasn't going to suffocate in his throat, Wes's hands went about stripping down the lower half of Dylan's body, grabbing off his shoes, socks and pants from around the remaining calves and feet sticking out of his jaws. The demi-human's cute little snow leopard ears twitched as he watched Dylan's toes curling and splaying frantically in front of his face, the soles flexing to try and touch fresh air one last time. Deep inside, as each swallow forced the helpless human to curl up, Dylan could feel a gentle puff of hot air wash over his soles as Wes breathed out... then in... and swallowed.\n\nThe last sensations of the outside world faded into the terrifying sensations of teeth, tongue, stomach and squishy throat. It would have already been horrifying if Dylan were sober, but drunk and disoriented didn't help his situation at all as he wound up curled up in the pit of his lover's gut. Wes simply licked his lips, before he let out a gutshaking belch - too much alcohol and eating too quick will do that to someone. Collecting his bearings, the cute demi-human sat his rump down on the bed again, curling his tail around the now distended and hefty bulge in his gut. At first he simply rubbed and squeezed the weighty paunch, encouraging its six foot tall inhabitant to get comfortable. With one ear down to his belly, Wes listened, waiting with bated breath. Would it be a cry for help? Would it be a plea to let him out? At first there was nothing, just the sensation of Dylan coming to his senses, the world all around him acidic and terrifying. The thickened, slightly scarred stomach walls were obviously from prey long before who died deep in his gut trying to escape. It would be neither though; the first sound out would be a whimper, the sound of tears escaping his eyes and a soft sob.\n\n``Ohhhhh... fuck, I wasn't expecting you to break so quick, Dylan...'' Wes practically purred with delight as one of his hands dipped down between his legs to unbutton his pants. Despite the strain on his hips, he tugged down his underwear and pants enough to get at his cock and started to jerk himself off. It was deliberate but sloppy, the kind of hand job you give yourself when you're three sheets to the wind but can't get something out of mind. ``Fuck, you tasted so good cutie...'' Each stroke of his cock was deliberate, bumping haphazardly against his belly, letting his victim feel just how excited his predator was churning him to death agonizingly slow in his gut.\n\nAnd churn he would. At first it was only a gentle hiss, the sensation of lemon juice on a cut, but soon it spread, the sizzle against his body turning to hot burn wherever the gastric juices touched. And as Wes's stomach contracted and expanded, it was impossible for Dylan to keep from slipping and turning in the gastric bile. Soon Wes's hand job was accompanied by a cacophony of frantic squirming, kicking, mewling cries that were only half-audible outside the roiling and churning gut. Occasionally a foot or hand would kick or thrust out, coaxing Wes to rub his gut, or stroke his shaft harder in return. It may not have been comforting, but Dylan knew his lover was here with him for every moment of his death, and he was edging himself for the final breaths to come.\n\n``God, you tasted so good, Dylan...'' Wes crooned as Dylan's cries and whimpers reached a crescendo, the burning gastric juices eating away at his body with such abandon it felt as if they had worked inside his body. If there were light in that gut he would be horrified at the state his body was in, his heart and lungs struggling to live. ``Mnnnpfh! Fuuuuuck... I just decided you'd be dinner... I hope you didn't mind.'' Wes couldn't be sure his lover heard that last comment as he felt the coordinated struggles fade away to spasms and twitches, gurgling noises soon overpowered by the sound of raw gut muscle churning the human-turned-meat into a belly full of sludge. \n\nIt didn't matter, this was the moment he needed. The demi-snep gasped as he felt his entire body shudder in time with the sensation of his roiling gut. His breath quickened and his grip tightened on his shaft. It wasn't the exact moment of death, but as Wes bit his lip, he whispered, ``Fuck yeah...'' to himself and let himself orgasm. Waves of pleasure rocked his body as hot cum spattered out in thick ropes, coating his massive gut and even splattering over his shoulder onto his host's bed. The afterglow hit like a ton of bricks. Wes immediately fell backwards onto his friend's bed and whispered to himself, ``...well now you got to know a demi-human... intimately.'' A moment later he was out, the heady mix of alcohol and food coma putting poor Wes down for the count as Dylan churned into sludge deep inside his paunch.\n\nThe party was a Saturday night success. Perhaps too much of a success, as Wes woke up with a throbbing headache. He turned over on the bed, planting his face right into the crusty spot of cum he had so haphazardly spurted out the night before. It would take a moment for him to realize what he had done. Taking in a deep breath scented of his own filthy orgasm, his nose scrunched up and he let out an adorable displeased hiss. He unconsciously curled his hands and batted at the source of the smell before he opened his eyes once again, furrowing his brow at the headache he had. Everything was sluggish as he turned over in bed, the still rather hefty gut having quieted down but not absorbed nearly as much as he had hoped overnight.\n\nIt was then that Wes remembered he was in someone else's room. ``Well shit...'' he mused as a hand idly reached down to finger his gut, ``this was either a really good party and Jake passed out elsewhere... or I'm gonna have some explaining to do this morning.'' After spending a few moments in the post-awakening haze of his hangover, the demi-human made the decision to get up from bed. \n\nThis would be his second mistake, as the moment he shifted to a sitting position the kitty-boy's stomach twisted into a knot. ``Guh! Oh geeze, I...'' Last night's party platter wasn't sitting well with him. But instead of needing to rush for the bathroom, the demi-snep let out the loudest belch he'd had in years. The thick, wet gurk rose up his throat, and quickly caught Wes by surprise, turning from a spray of acrid gassy stench to a soft coughing fit as he horked up whatever about Dylan was disagreeing with his stomach. It wasn't articulated anymore, nor was it encyclopedic by any means, but he soon found himself expelling a few bones from his mouth, the hacked up, bleached and slightly softened bones coming to rest in a pile on the floor. A few scraps of bile-soaked cloth was still clinging to them. As he poked a toe out to turn over the pile of bones, Wes thought he could recall Dylan had worn a black shirt the night before. The few remaining scraps of fabric had been bleached to a dull grey from its time in his gut. Between that, and the fact no skull or teeth had come out with the belch, meant nobody could even begin to identify what little remains were left of his one-night stand. \n\nWes sighed as he stepped over the bedraggled pile of bones and cloth to stare at Jake's behind-the-door mirror. Even with dark circles under his eyes and a pounding headache, the demi was undoubtedly a cutie, from his rounded cookie ears, down to his swishy tail. But what really caught Wes's eye was the warmth and rotundness of his gut as it continued to do its job and noisily churn over Dylan's remains, the slightly audible sound of his stomach muscles turning over what little meat remained in a sludge at the bottom of his gut. By now his girthy paunch was beginning to even out, no longer hanging down with the entire weight of a full-grown human. Instead it had distributed that weight mostly to the demi-snep's hips, leaving the kitten with a thickened midsection. With a touch of vanity, he turned his body to the left, then the right, lifting his arms as he admired the extra pounds he put on, his churning stomach making a few ?glorp, clorp? noises as the dissolving mass deep in his belly continued to liquify away to nothing.\n\nNothing but pudge on his midsection. Even now he was willing to gamble that nobody remaining at the party would realize he put on a good 20 pounds or so, and even less so realize they were from Dylan's wholesale destruction at the hands of his growling and ravenous tummy. Happily, the demi-snep pulled up his pants, collected the pile of worthless refuse and bones, and dumped it in a wastepaper basket under the party host's computer desk. Sighing, he gave his gut a fondle and decided he might as well survey the remnants of the party. As Wes opened the door, the scent of greasy bacon and eggs, and of course fresh coffee, hit his nose. ``God, just what I need for this hangover,'' he mused, completely forgetting about last night's late-night snack.\n\n PAGE \\* MERGEFORMAT 2 \n\nLife Changing Decision\n\nWritten by Choice Cuts Deli\n\nCommission for Anonymous | June 2020 | 4267 Words\n\n(c) 2020 Choice Cuts Deli Freelance Author \n\nAll Rights Reserved\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tThe pounding beat of house music vibrated the walls of the three-bedroom home, underscored by a low drone of laughing, conversation and drinking. It was Saturday night, time to unwind and let loose after a long week. As the clock passed 11:15 PM the party was in full swing, offering little space for someone to catch a quiet moment. The front porch was filled with the smoking crowd and the line to the bathroom was down the hall. But two partygoers seemed to have hit it off well, and one of them had a plan to get a little quiet together. Twisting through the people, the dashing 6'2'' pale skinned demi-human Wes was grinning a broad, cat-like grin as he snaked deftly through the crowd. He had mostly human features, save for a cute set of snow leopard ears and tail, as well as slightly paw-like hands, the curled claws of his fingers gripping on firm to the hand of a cute boy he had just met.

Dylan was by no means as graceful as a feline, nor even a feline-human hybrid, but his cheeks were ruddy and smile goofy from more than just the alcohol. He was smitten with the kitten, even as he weaved his way behind the crowd trying to keep his cocktail from sloshing out of his cup. Despite his six foot even frame, the shaved-headed and scruffy bearded man couldn't help but be enamored with the cute black-haired demi-feline. And for his part, Wes didn't leave him behind in the crowd, the two hands gripped tight, little pauses and toying tugs nudging Dylan to follow along, like a cat batting at a toy mouse. It wasn't a grand adventure, though drunk as they were it felt like one. At long last they reached the prize, up the stairs and to a wooden door down the hall from the second bathroom.

``Pffffshhhhh...!'' Wes exaggerated a shushing sound at Dylan, one so loud that it was probably heard by everyone at the party as he fumbled to get the door open. The pair giggled as they entered the house owner's bedroom, the ceiling ringed by a mixture of RGB lights, set to glow a warm purple, and blacklights, which made Wes's ears and tail almost glow in the dark. Smiling a broad, expressive feline grin, he added, ``Jake told me we could hang out up here a little, it's fine!'' He said plopping down on the bed and resisting the urge to curl himself up as he took a triumphant sip from his Cuba Libre.

``You dork, you didn't have to act like it was a secret then.'' Dylan's baritone voice called out as he swung a desk chair around so that he could sit down facing the cutie.

``Look, my people enjoy the hunt, and sometimes it's more fun to tease our... heh, victims.'' Wes made an exaggerated clawing motion at the air before taking another sip. The `Ghost of the Mountain' looked much more ungainly with a few drinks in him.

``Would you believe that I... um... I haven't really ever met a demi-human in person before?'' Dylan quickly lifted his drink to his mouth, using it as cover to get a better, more private look at the tall feline cutie. He was well fed underneath his tight fitting ``Ask Meow I'm Doing ~ I'm Feeling Pawsome'' tee shirt. In fact, despite being pretty lithe and proportional, Dylan could tell there was the slightest hint of lovehandles at the edges of his khaki pants, just barely peeking over the waistband.

``Oh? Is that so? Is that why you gravitated towards me? You were eager to learn more about someone like me?'' Wes smirked, finding himself leaning forward in a sort of perch position as he eyed the cute guy back.

``N-no! Oh gosh no. I... just... I've only ever spent time with humans or anthro-folk. I've honestly never met a demi before. And uh... I mean... we hit it off really well down there.''

``You mean I hit you off the map in Golf and made you have to go pour me a drink? ...which, this is very good by the way. I'm not one for party drinks but you have a way with mixing them.''

``Heh, thanks. It's... the key is to figure out who brought the good stuff and steal it off them.''

``Geeze, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a demi-raccoon.'' The demi-cat chuckled, craning his neck a little to stretch and pop his vertebrae before taking another long drink. ``Well... I dunno what all there is to say about myself. I'm one-eighth snow leopard through my Mom's side. The story goes my great grandmother was snow leopard-folk from Nepal, she fell in love with a British Lieutenant who was stationed there to train the Gurkha Rifles battalions and came home with him when independence was declared.'' Wes's ear twitched a little, the florescent colors of the room making it look so much fluffier and more adorable as he cocked his head to the side, ``...you don't believe me, do you?''

``No no no! I... just, I kinda poured hard on this last drink and I'm...'' Dylan stammered a little, failing to hide his obvious fluster. ``... I was just...''

``You were eyeing me up, weren't you?'' Wes said with a smirk, his grin growing wide as he understood.

``I... wh- Wes, no! I...'' Dylan's brain skipped over and over again trying to not say the wrong thing, before stammering out, ``...it's just you're really... kinda cute... and I...''

The demi-snep couldn't help but grin as he stood once again from his perch on the edge of the bed, hips swaying side to side lazily. That pendulous curled-tipped tail bobbed behind in the cool purple glow of the room's lighting. ``Oh really little one? You think I'm cute?'' Dylan was about to say something snappy back about his size but was suddenly met with Wes's sweet face leaned into his. His drunk mind kept discovering little features about this adorable hybrid boy, like how his eyes seemed to radiate and glow like a cat's eyes. Wes used the new position to look Dylan up and down, a little smirk creeping across his face as he noticed the frustrated bulge forming in his pants. With catlike reflexes, Wes leaned in to kiss Dylan right on the mouth before he could react. More than just a peck, their lips locked gently and Dylan got to feel the tiniest brush with his pronounced incisors. It would be a stolen kiss, but one that made the human long to reciprocate as he felt those lips pull back. Of course, this only served to alight the human's lust. His dirty little secret was a love of predatory types, and it betrayed him in a ruddy blush even noticeable in the dark of the room. ``Mmm... well, I think you're pretty cute too.''

``Y... you do?'' Dylan took one last drink from his glass and set it aside as Wes extended a soft hand to rub at the boy's chest, the gentle tips of his fingers, and more important, the gentle clawed tips, playing down the chest of his shirt, zigzagging around a nipple as he teased. ``Oh gosh, Wes, I...'' It was about all he could say as that finger dragged down to his belly and the tip slipped behind his jeans button. Wes knelt, his fingers fumbling at Dylan's groin as he popped open the button and began to tease the zipper down, exposing a rather adorable pair of orange and green briefs, a slick spandex material that glowed under the blacklight with the same gentle intensity as his evening fling's white fur. Wes peeked his eyes up, seeing that his little human toy was breathing hot and heavy, his heart pounding in his chest as the hybrid took his cock in hand through the soft fabric and pumped it up and down.

It was such a rush. What he had just thought would be a simple party crush turned into something so much more intimate, so much more naughty than Dylan had ever envisioned. He couldn't help but also feel a tint of guilt, the party host's own bedroom being defiled by the pair as he was downstairs mixing drinks. But, things happen. It's a party! And Wes's exploring hand sapped all his focus as the snow leopard boy started to stroke with such eagerness.

``Mmmm-rowwww... oh you are ready, aren't you?'' He dragged his soft tongue across his lips before tugging down Dylan's pants and underwear in one firm motion, the poor boy's shaft springing out as he sat patient and eager. Wes pondered the little treat in front of him carefully, watching as the needy shaft throbbed, his little human fling's hip muscles causing the beautiful cock to bounce up and down ever so softly in front of his face like a cat toy. Wes was overjoyed, and slightly drunk-distracted as he watched his handsome prize bob in front of his face, carefully giving the length a little bat before gripping it tight and stroking up and down slowly along the length, taking his time as he paused at the tip. Even as well inebriated as they were, a small bead of precum welled up at the tip of his cock. Like a kitten playing with his toy, Wes would stroke all the way up to the head a few times, before using his thumb to gently caress Dylan's piss slit, watching the bead of precum grow bigger and bigger with each subsequent tease until it threatened to break surface tension and roll down the side of his cockhead. ``Mmmm... you know what they say about cats and cream...'' He purred out softly before leaning his head down to give a lick to his eager human's cock tip.

It struck him like lightning, the drunk demi-snep's eyes almost twinkling in the mood light as he lapped a textured tongue from just under the cleft of his cockhead, up along the slit, overshooting just enough before curling his tongue in to savor the salty-sweet flavor. He paused to consider it, the warmth of male musk, not dirty, but pungent after a day and an evening in those sexy undies. He had tasted human before, but this... this was ripe, fresh... Dylan couldn't hear the gentle growl of his stomach, nor could see the gears turning in Wes's head as his mouth opened wide and ravenously started to suck that needy cock.

``O-oh... oh gosh, oh fuck....'' Dylan reached his hands out to cradle the back of the demi-human's head, a gentle gasp as his fingers tentatively touched those cute ears, making them twitch idly. They were real as could be, and they were irresistible to play with, the juxtaposition of his coarser black hair meeting the soft kitten-like fluff of his snow leopard ears practically urging the human to rub and explore with his fingers. Wes purred out sensually, his eyes closed and lost in the slow bob of his head sucking down the length, then up again, working himself up to deep throating the thick cock in his mouth. But those appreciative sounds weren't because of Dylan's cross-cultural exploration. Of course the rubs felt good! But Wes's eager mind was focused on something else, his growing hunger. He could hear the question being mulled over in his mind, again and again. Eat him... Hungry... Want soft pink tender man meat... The words rolled in his mind as he savored the cock, nostrils flaring with a slow breath in before his nose buried deep in Dylan's groin, pressed against his soft pubes.

His throat was smooth, beautifully tight as his cock slipped back and into Wes's gullet, taken in one deep motion. He would hold his head down for a moment before slowly receding, getting used to the sensation of so much meat deep in his throat. But as his tongue lapped along the underside of Dylan's cock, testing the taste of that hot sausage right up to the balls, Wes knew that a life changing decision was about to be made, whether Dylan was ready for it or not.

``Mmmmmnnnn...'' crooned the demi-human, focusing on getting a little appetizer from his main course, his slow suckling becoming more driven, more focused. Dylan's toes curled as he sat back in the desk chair, his hands guiding the blow job ever so gently as he was driven mad by the eager feline. He was at the edge, shaft throbbing deep inside his Saturday night fling's throat. All it would take was one little push. Without needing to say a word, it happened, a soft set of fingers caressing under his balls, two fingertips slowly pressing up against his taint, a little push of that pleasure button from the outside, a little circular rub. It was little ordering a soda; a soft gasp and then Dylan spurt, fresh and unstoppable. The warm gush flowed right into Wes's mouth, rich and creamy. Pulling back, he would breathe out through his nose, getting a rush of manly scent to accompany the taste.

``A-Ahhhhh~!'' Dylan let out a gasping moan as he was firmly sucked dry. Wes would not pause the gentle bob of his head until the last twitch was felt from that tender shaft. Of course, Dylan's fate was sealed. The demi-human had made his decision as he swallowed down the last of Dylan's fresh cum, moaning as he smacked his lips at the rich flavor. He needed it. He needed more. As the human opened his eyes, he was met with his lover's lips pressed firm against his own, parting to kiss him passionately. He could taste his own cum on Wes's tongue, a heady mix of afterglow as the two made out. There was no fighting back as Wes's hands grabbed under his armpits and tugged him upwards. Dylan would only open his eyes when the kiss broke, and by then it was too late. ``W-wh-?``

With a half-growl, half-meow (to his credit, he had tried to roar, but between his lack of proper anatomy and his general drunkenness it came off more adorable than anything), Wes lunged his mouth forward, jaws wide open as he yanked up with his paws, cramming Dylan face first against his still cum-slick tongue. It was ungraceful, the demi-snep's drunk munchies causing him to jam the human's head and face in hard like a slice of pizza. But to Dylan's drunk ass, he might as well have been a deft wild animal. There was a panic, a struggle as he tried to cry out, to squeak out the words stop. But instead, the human's mouth opened up and plapped hard against the tongue that was tasting him just moments ago. His cry was muffled out as Wes made a hard swallow, a helpless Dylan tasting his own cum and cock hot and pungent on Wes's tongue as he slipped up an inside that ravenous jaw.

Dylan gasped, his hands trying to clumsily reach up and stop himself. But the hottie was quick, his deft hands slipping from under his victim's armpits and gripping him at the waist, one hand managing to grab an arm as he started to swallow and devour his prey. The human was helpless as his head, shoulders and chest quickly began to disappear into the gaping, ravenous maw all around him, the sensation underscored by those pronounced incisors nibbling at the end of each swallow, as if marking how much body he had left on the outside each time he took a gulp.

``MNN- MNNN!'' With his head squished deep in the greedy demi-snep's gullet, there was so little Dylan could do but try and call for help. Yet he knew it was useless, the pounding base of some horrid house music drowning out his little pleas for mercy and muffled grunts as his feet lifted off the ground. Still wearing his clothing, with his pants around his ankles, Dylan fell deeper into the ravenous jaws. Being only two inches shorter than Wes still meant it would be a hard fight, as his body stretched and contorted the demi-human's throat. But the practiced hunter and self-professed human-eater made short work of the cutie, his deep gulps and feline-fast hands able to add a push or still a wriggling limb as he worked on chowing down on his prize. Dylan could only kick his feet feebly, the weight of his pants around his ankles making the poor boy far less effective at driving off Wes than he had hoped. But of course, when you're already up to your belly button in someone's jaws, your escape plans are not going to be the grandest nor terribly effective.

Dylan's pitiful pleas and whimpers became even more muffled as he felt his face smoosh up against the internal sphincter of his predator's stomach, the slimy inside of his gullet suffocating the poor boy. It would feel like an eternity, the human's soft and supple body being caressed by the rippling muscles of his predator's esophagus, before it all gave way, the poor human sloughing down into the roiling stomach below with one more firm gulp. Wes felt the sudden filling sensation as his gut began to paunch out, his meal for the evening curling up deep inside his body. Assured he wasn't going to suffocate in his throat, Wes's hands went about stripping down the lower half of Dylan's body, grabbing off his shoes, socks and pants from around the remaining calves and feet sticking out of his jaws. The demi-human's cute little snow leopard ears twitched as he watched Dylan's toes curling and splaying frantically in front of his face, the soles flexing to try and touch fresh air one last time. Deep inside, as each swallow forced the helpless human to curl up, Dylan could feel a gentle puff of hot air wash over his soles as Wes breathed out... then in... and swallowed.

The last sensations of the outside world faded into the terrifying sensations of teeth, tongue, stomach and squishy throat. It would have already been horrifying if Dylan were sober, but drunk and disoriented didn't help his situation at all as he wound up curled up in the pit of his lover's gut. Wes simply licked his lips, before he let out a gutshaking belch - too much alcohol and eating too quick will do that to someone. Collecting his bearings, the cute demi-human sat his rump down on the bed again, curling his tail around the now distended and hefty bulge in his gut. At first he simply rubbed and squeezed the weighty paunch, encouraging its six foot tall inhabitant to get comfortable. With one ear down to his belly, Wes listened, waiting with bated breath. Would it be a cry for help? Would it be a plea to let him out? At first there was nothing, just the sensation of Dylan coming to his senses, the world all around him acidic and terrifying. The thickened, slightly scarred stomach walls were obviously from prey long before who died deep in his gut trying to escape. It would be neither though; the first sound out would be a whimper, the sound of tears escaping his eyes and a soft sob.

``Ohhhhh... fuck, I wasn't expecting you to break so quick, Dylan...'' Wes practically purred with delight as one of his hands dipped down between his legs to unbutton his pants. Despite the strain on his hips, he tugged down his underwear and pants enough to get at his cock and started to jerk himself off. It was deliberate but sloppy, the kind of hand job you give yourself when you're three sheets to the wind but can't get something out of mind. ``Fuck, you tasted so good cutie...'' Each stroke of his cock was deliberate, bumping haphazardly against his belly, letting his victim feel just how excited his predator was churning him to death agonizingly slow in his gut.

And churn he would. At first it was only a gentle hiss, the sensation of lemon juice on a cut, but soon it spread, the sizzle against his body turning to hot burn wherever the gastric juices touched. And as Wes's stomach contracted and expanded, it was impossible for Dylan to keep from slipping and turning in the gastric bile. Soon Wes's hand job was accompanied by a cacophony of frantic squirming, kicking, mewling cries that were only half-audible outside the roiling and churning gut. Occasionally a foot or hand would kick or thrust out, coaxing Wes to rub his gut, or stroke his shaft harder in return. It may not have been comforting, but Dylan knew his lover was here with him for every moment of his death, and he was edging himself for the final breaths to come.

``God, you tasted so good, Dylan...'' Wes crooned as Dylan's cries and whimpers reached a crescendo, the burning gastric juices eating away at his body with such abandon it felt as if they had worked inside his body. If there were light in that gut he would be horrified at the state his body was in, his heart and lungs struggling to live. ``Mnnnpfh! Fuuuuuck... I just decided you'd be dinner... I hope you didn't mind.'' Wes couldn't be sure his lover heard that last comment as he felt the coordinated struggles fade away to spasms and twitches, gurgling noises soon overpowered by the sound of raw gut muscle churning the human-turned-meat into a belly full of sludge.

It didn't matter, this was the moment he needed. The demi-snep gasped as he felt his entire body shudder in time with the sensation of his roiling gut. His breath quickened and his grip tightened on his shaft. It wasn't the exact moment of death, but as Wes bit his lip, he whispered, ``Fuck yeah...'' to himself and let himself orgasm. Waves of pleasure rocked his body as hot cum spattered out in thick ropes, coating his massive gut and even splattering over his shoulder onto his host's bed. The afterglow hit like a ton of bricks. Wes immediately fell backwards onto his friend's bed and whispered to himself, ``...well now you got to know a demi-human... intimately.'' A moment later he was out, the heady mix of alcohol and food coma putting poor Wes down for the count as Dylan churned into sludge deep inside his paunch.

The party was a Saturday night success. Perhaps too much of a success, as Wes woke up with a throbbing headache. He turned over on the bed, planting his face right into the crusty spot of cum he had so haphazardly spurted out the night before. It would take a moment for him to realize what he had done. Taking in a deep breath scented of his own filthy orgasm, his nose scrunched up and he let out an adorable displeased hiss. He unconsciously curled his hands and batted at the source of the smell before he opened his eyes once again, furrowing his brow at the headache he had. Everything was sluggish as he turned over in bed, the still rather hefty gut having quieted down but not absorbed nearly as much as he had hoped overnight.

It was then that Wes remembered he was in someone else's room. ``Well shit...'' he mused as a hand idly reached down to finger his gut, ``this was either a really good party and Jake passed out elsewhere... or I'm gonna have some explaining to do this morning.'' After spending a few moments in the post-awakening haze of his hangover, the demi-human made the decision to get up from bed.

This would be his second mistake, as the moment he shifted to a sitting position the kitty-boy's stomach twisted into a knot. ``Guh! Oh geeze, I...'' Last night's party platter wasn't sitting well with him. But instead of needing to rush for the bathroom, the demi-snep let out the loudest belch he'd had in years. The thick, wet gurk rose up his throat, and quickly caught Wes by surprise, turning from a spray of acrid gassy stench to a soft coughing fit as he horked up whatever about Dylan was disagreeing with his stomach. It wasn't articulated anymore, nor was it encyclopedic by any means, but he soon found himself expelling a few bones from his mouth, the hacked up, bleached and slightly softened bones coming to rest in a pile on the floor. A few scraps of bile-soaked cloth was still clinging to them. As he poked a toe out to turn over the pile of bones, Wes thought he could recall Dylan had worn a black shirt the night before. The few remaining scraps of fabric had been bleached to a dull grey from its time in his gut. Between that, and the fact no skull or teeth had come out with the belch, meant nobody could even begin to identify what little remains were left of his one-night stand.

Wes sighed as he stepped over the bedraggled pile of bones and cloth to stare at Jake's behind-the-door mirror. Even with dark circles under his eyes and a pounding headache, the demi was undoubtedly a cutie, from his rounded cookie ears, down to his swishy tail. But what really caught Wes's eye was the warmth and rotundness of his gut as it continued to do its job and noisily churn over Dylan's remains, the slightly audible sound of his stomach muscles turning over what little meat remained in a sludge at the bottom of his gut. By now his girthy paunch was beginning to even out, no longer hanging down with the entire weight of a full-grown human. Instead it had distributed that weight mostly to the demi-snep's hips, leaving the kitten with a thickened midsection. With a touch of vanity, he turned his body to the left, then the right, lifting his arms as he admired the extra pounds he put on, his churning stomach making a few ?glorp, clorp? noises as the dissolving mass deep in his belly continued to liquify away to nothing.

Nothing but pudge on his midsection. Even now he was willing to gamble that nobody remaining at the party would realize he put on a good 20 pounds or so, and even less so realize they were from Dylan's wholesale destruction at the hands of his growling and ravenous tummy. Happily, the demi-snep pulled up his pants, collected the pile of worthless refuse and bones, and dumped it in a wastepaper basket under the party host's computer desk. Sighing, he gave his gut a fondle and decided he might as well survey the remnants of the party. As Wes opened the door, the scent of greasy bacon and eggs, and of course fresh coffee, hit his nose. ``God, just what I need for this hangover,'' he mused, completely forgetting about last night's late-night snack.

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Life Changing Decision

Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for Anonymous | June 2020 | 4267 Words

(c) 2020 Choice Cuts Deli Freelance Author

All Rights Reserved

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