Playing with food

CONTENT WARNING! – STORY CONTAINS ANIMAL CRUELTY, SNUFF, NECROPHILIA, SCAT, VORE

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED…

The big komodo dragon, big even for his own species, habitually hunching slightly was walking down the street. Apparently for anyone he loved a good meal, and, anticipating the taste and smell of tonight's dinner, was rubbing his massive belly through his jacket he could barely fully fasten. Today he opted for pork and so was just on his way to the butcher shop where he usually got the best cuts in his part of the town. And just as his stomach began to rumble loudly in reverie, he approached the place.

The shop fronts were covered with semi-transparent glass, letting only a fraction of the light insides. On its windows could be seen a variety of images of feral animals, divided into sections by dotted lines, on or near which were written the names of the cuts and their prices. And as the lizard was about to go inside, he heard a muffled startled woof slightly to the side beneath his feet. He looked down and finally saw a small curly black dog leashed to a fence post at the edge of the sidewalk just opposite the door. And the pet, trembling, was looking at him, now making no sound.

The komodo knew that there were no cameras in the area, so he casually looked around. Fortunately for him, there was no one else on his or the other side of the street but the two of them. He looked down at the dog again and smiled broadly, a drop of saliva escaping his mouth. Glancing at the store door, the man stepped closer and crouched next to the animal, who was now tucking its ears and tail in fear and trying to squeeze itself into the pavement. In one motion he wrapped his large hand around the dog's trunk and undid its collar, it only gave a muffled whimper, as the lizard immediately hid the pet under his jacket, holding it against his chest.

The man walked quickly further down the street until he turned into a familiar lane between the buildings where there was a pair of dumpsters and where passers-by occasionally stopped to relieve themselves, so no one would question his presence here. But now nobody was around, and so the komodo finally took the animal out of his jacket and with his other hand then hurriedly unbuckled his belt. His large potbelly dropped, changing its shape and hanging down harder on his body. Reaching further, he pulled down the front of his pants and fumbled with his slit, firmly pressing right over it. And as soon as he did so, the large head of his purple dick showed between his brownish-gray scales, followed shortly afterwards by an almost equally thick shaft.

The little dog helplessly jerked with its legs and squirmed its body in the big clawed grip of the lizard. So, he caught it in his hands and took it by the scruff of the back, squeezing the skin firmly in his fist. And the animal, following its reflex, was now motionless, tucking its shaking paws and tail, and only whined faintly. No distractions now, the man reached down again with his other hand and finally freed the bulb of his cock from his slit, giving the whole fat thing a few generous strokes, spearing drops of viscous pre all over the surface. And then he lifted the dog directly in front of his face, tickling its muzzle with his forked slippery tongue. The komodo looked the canine straight in the eyes, spreading a wide, predatory smile. And finally, he opened his gigantic maw, thick strands of drool stretching like cobwebs between his jaws, rows of sharp, hooked-back teeth flashed from his thick lips. Feeling the hot, rotten breath, the pet wriggled its body as hard as it could and whined in feral terror. Not wanting to hesitate any longer, the man shoved the whole poor thing headfirst into his mouth, pushing it deeper and deeper by grabbing its ass. And when the animal, twisting in fear, reached the back of his throat, he, holding his lunch in place, slowly closed his jaws, clenching his lips tightly.

The dog was fidgeting inside the big, wet maw of the lizard, making it bulge and salivate even more. Whining more and more quietly, it slowly drowned in the man’s viscous slobber, who was vigorously rubbing his bulbous, thick cock, which was also drooling, but with pre, easing his strokes. He then pressed the animal against the roof of his mouth with its muscular floor, causing it to let out a strangled whimper and him to growl back in response and squeeze harder his flesh in his hand. The lizard slowly moved his jaws and tossed the little thing from one side to the other, coating the dog in his saliva, preparing it to move further. And when the animal's movements became slackened, he opened his maw again, showing the pet its last rays of light, before he reached into his mouth and began to force his lunch deeper. The dog easily slid down his gullet, which immediately tightened around the small drool-soaked body, squeezing out what little strength it had left, along with some stifled crying sounds.

As the meal progressed lower and lower, spreading him from the inside out, the komodo rubbed his neck, chest and belly, tracing its path, while his other hand was furiously jerking his girth, splattering the pre around. His loud growls completely overwhelmed the withering sounds of the dog. And when it finally reached his stomach, the lizard reached his climax, shooting his load all over the brick wall in thick white strands. And as they ceased with the last shudder of his cock, the latter slowly began to shrink and soon flopped back into its slit with the man’s final groan. 

The lizard, more than pleased with the snack he'd gotten, buckled his pants, sucking in his stomach as much as it was possible, and finally walked out of the lane, heading back to the butcher shop. When he approached the store again, a woman, obviously the owner of his lunch, was rushing around the entrance in a panic. And as soon as she noticed the man, she approached him.

“Have you seen my dog around here? The little black one?” she asked in her worry, unafraid to call for help from the giant komodo, who was at least three heads taller than her.

“Uh, no, I didn't,” the lizard replied simply, barely able to hold his smirk, and proceeded toward the door, smiling as soon as he turned his back to the woman.

The door opened with a bell ringing, and the man stepped inside. The shopkeeper greeted the frequent and always welcome customer, and the latter nodded in response.

“What would you like to buy today?” the butcher asked in a friendly tone.

“I'll have the usual and also give me pork… collar… boneless, please. Don't want to bother much with cooking,” replied the komodo.

“Got it! As always more meat, less fat?” asked the shopkeeper rhetorically, chuckling and heading to the backrooms to fetch the man his order.

By ‘the usual’, the lizard meant the pieces of already spoiling meat that he was always willing to get for cheap here, much to the merchant's delight. The man loved this store, not only for its top-quality meat, but also because of the butcher's connections. He knew all the local farmers in the area, from who he was getting his goods. And so, for a certain price he could also easily get as many live farm animals of any age and species as his customer wanted. Though he never wondered or asked why the komodo needed them, always thinking that he was just a perverted gourmand. His job was only to get the goods and receive the money, and he cared little about the rest. And that detail was what the lizard really liked about the shop, too. The butcher returned, swiftly wrapped the meat up and handed it over to the customer. As always satisfied with the purchase, the lizard paid for the deal and headed home, belching contentedly from his recent snack. 

After taking off his outer clothing, the komodo immediately went to the kitchen. Quickly rinsing his hands, he stuffed unneeded meat in the fridge and began to gather the necessary ingredients and items on the table. The man carefully lined a baking tray with tinfoil and placed the entire piece of pork on it. Then he made a few cuts transverse to its length and seasoned the whole thing thoroughly on all sides, finishing it with herbs. And as the preparations were done, the foil closed over the meat and the tray was immediately sent to the oven. The lizard set the timer and, taking off his shirt as he went, made his way to the spacious living room, taking a seat on a couch to match his sizes.

Settling comfortably in his usual place, he unbuckled his belt and soon dropped his pants to the floor. And then the komodo reached for his slit again, releasing his bulbous thickness yet another time that day, and probably not the last. He stroked his shaft a few times and then threw his head back and, opening his mouth wide, reached his hand inside to his throat. Slipping a few fingers deeper, he began to move them, moments and a few violent gags later, he got what he wanted and pulled the strangled dog by its leg. Its black fur glistened, dripping with his slime and stomach juices, reeking of acid. He admired the lifeless body maniacally for a while and then placed it on his belly. Turning and holding the animal with one hand, he quickly placed his clawed finger of the other hand inside its dark pucker, experiencing no significant resistance. The other finger slipped in next, stretching the dirty hole as he spread his digits inside.

The komodo scooted slightly down the couch and placed the little body with its back end against his cock. A light push and the thick head of his flesh slid inside, him letting out an audible moan. Steadily pressing further, the dog's butt soon reached his bulb, causing him to make another guttural roar. The lizard enjoyed the squeezing for a while, and then began to move the black lump of fur, soaked with his juices, up and down his length. As he was increasingly gaining speed, the pet's limp paws swayed chaotically with each of his thrusts. Violating the animal's insides, he smeared their contents over his shaft, filling the room with a foul stench. The komodo didn't care about that, and he only pushed the improvised toy harder on his cock. His only regret was that he couldn't get his bulb inside, not wanting to add any filth to an already messy process.

Throwing his head back and growling harder and more openly, soon he reached his limit again. The trembling thrusts of his cock flooded the little body with his thick shoots of cum. The lizard sat like that for a while, panting, taking his hands off the dog, who was still hanging on his length, rocking to the beat of the dying pulses. And as he felt his cock began to shrink, the man leaned forward, gripping the small torso again, and moved to the edge of the couch. Bending his dick down along with his toy, he pulled himself out of the gaping hole. It was stained with its feces and his spunk, the same could be said for his own flesh. Admiring the view one last time, the man carelessly wiped his shaft on the black fur like it was a familiar cum rag. And when he brushed off most of the filth, the komodo, taking a deep breath, tilted his head back again and, opening his mouth wide, shoved the canine deep down his throat. Seconds later it was back in his stomach, bringing a satisfied smile to the lizard's face for the last time.

He grabbed his clothes, wiping the mess off the couch and floor, and headed for the shower. And just as he came out of there, the timer in the kitchen chimed melodically – it was time to check on the meat and prepare for the dinner.