It was a warm evening, the heat of the day had settled into a pleasant breeze on Hunter and Jack's fur as they ambled along down the street, paw in paw. It was a romantic sight, marred only by the fact that they were on their way to the home of someone who wanted Hunter to eat him. The panther kitten didn't mind, of course, he'd rather been counting on it. His boyfriend, a rabbit, squeezed his paw and pointed down a side street. 

“I think it's done that way. Third house on the right,” Jack said.

Hunter nodded. While outwardly he was calm, his inner beast was stomping its feet and beating its chest in anticipation. He'd come to terms with it; made a truce. It would stay on leash, and he would feed it. Since Jack had helped him sort out the ethical side of it, he was all too willing. He rang the doorbell.

A few minutes later, the door was opened by a short, plump otter man, who looked to be in his mid 30s. He was dressed casually, a white tank top and blue shorts. He wore a gold chain around his neck, and a wedding ring. Hunter's eyes, always sensitive to anything shiny, took note of them immediately.

“What can I do for you two—oh. You're him, aren't you?” the otter asked. “You weren't lying on your profile, wow.” He looked Hunter up and down, his eyes going wide as he took in the panther's appearance. Hunter grinned back at him, his fangs gleaming.

“Yes, I'm him. And don't worry, I'm the real deal. You'll get your wish, I promise. If you're serious, of course. This is your last chance to change your mind. Just say the word and my boyfriend and I will go home, and you'll never hear from us again.”

For a second, the otter looked like he might refuse them, as if he'd changed his mind after all. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and with Hunter's heightened senses he could actually hear the man's heart beating hard. Instead, he threw open the door and gave the pair a weak smile. Hunter's inner beast howled in triumph.

“Please, come in. Make yourselves at home. Can I get you anything? A drink or a snack?”

Jack nodded. “Do you have pop? My boyfriend here needs to save his appetite for the main event, though.”

The otter led them inside and gestured for them to have a seat at the kitchen table and got two cans of root beer from the fridge, placing them in front of the boys. His house was fairly nice. It was tidy and well-furnished, giving every impression that the otter and his partner were fairly well off. There was nothing to indicate that one of them secretly wanted to be eaten.

The otter sat down across from them, his eyes flicking between them nervously. “I still can't believe this is really happening. This [i]is[/i] really happening, right? You boys are really going to…”

“That's Hunter's job. I'm just here to watch,” Jack said with a wink, “and maybe have some fun.” He took a big gulp of root beer and sighed.

The otter looked at Hunter, who had been staring at him the entire time, a hungry look on his face. He blushed and looked away. “Q-quiet one, aren't you?”

“Yes. I am hungry,” said the panther. He thought he was doing a very good job of hiding his boyish enthusiasm. He felt like a much more grown-up panther than he actually was, all serious and matter-of-fact. He felt that staying quiet projected an air of maturity and mystery, but inside he was almost bouncing off the walls in excitement. “Whenever you're ready. Shall we get to it, or would you like to play a little first?”

Hunter could smell the otter's arousal. It had been there from the moment he'd opened the door, but now it was potent, obvious. Hunter sniffed, just to be sure. The heady pheromones of male arousal mixed with sweat and (here his inner demon howled) a healthy dose of fear. He stood up and walked around the table, approaching the older anthro and sniffing. The otter stood up as well, a wet spot blatantly visible on his tented shorts. 

“Hey Hunter, looks like the meat wants to play. Let's show this cub-lover one last good time,” said Jack. This was a new side of the rabbit Hunter hadn't seen before. He had a vicious streak deep down, and he was enjoying encouraging the panther boy.

Hunter nodded and gave the otter a long  slow lick. The man flushed and shuddered. He gasped when Hunter put a paw down his shorts and fondled him. The kitten let out a low purr.

“Mmmm… tasty. What do you say, meat? Wanna take this somewhere more comfortable?”

The otter man whimpered and nodded weakly. He stood up and led the panther boy and his lapine boyfriend down the hallway and into the bedroom. It was fairly nondescript aside from a framed photo of the otter and a fox—presumably his husband—in happier times, and a spiked leather collar sitting on the headboard. The closet door was ajar, but neither Hunter nor Jack could see inside. The otter picked up the collar and held it out to Hunter.

“I got this for you. I'd love it if you… put it on after you eat me. So I can't change my mind and get out…” said the Otter, blushing furiously.

Hunter took it and examined it, slipping it around his neck to see how it fit. He glanced over at Jack, who gave him a thumbs up, and down at his prey, who squeaked and got down on his knees immediately. The otter man looked up at the pierced, tattooed boy in the spiked collar and shoved his head under the boy's loincloth, breathing deeply.

“God, you're perfect,” he said, and then, “whoa, you're really big for a kitten! And… pierced down here too?” he kissed and licked Hunter's cock, soon bringing it to full hardness.

The panther let this go on for a minute before his darker urges took over and he pulled the otter away, picking him up and shoving him onto the bed. The man let out a squeak of protest but only made token struggles as Hunter pulled off his clothing. He wanted this, and they both knew it.

“Let me show you how a boy of the Panther Tribe [i]fucks,[/i]” he said, and threw himself upon the otter, growling and pushing his throbbing feline cock deep inside of him.

The otter cried out in surprise, and Hunter silenced him with a wet, sloppy kiss. The otter returned it greedily, reaching out and pulling the panther boy closer. He moaned and squeaked, reaching out to rub Hunter's belly, which rewarded him with a loud growling sound.

Just then, the door opened and the fox from the picture walked in.

“Hey honey, you left the front door open. Is everything all ri—what the fuck is happening? Who the fuck are these cubs?”

“Oh,—[i]mmmh[/i]—hey hon. Didn't expect you to be home this—[i]guhhh[/i]—early,” the otter said between deep kisses, his voice rendered a breathy vibrato with the rhythm of Hunter's thrusts. “You can't give me what I—[i]ohfuck[/i]—need. I found someone who—[i]yes![/i]—will.”

“Baby, we can talk about this, just sto—”

“Jack,” interrupted Hunter. “Can you deal with him? He's killing the mood.”

Jack nodded. He shut and locked the door, and then padded up to the fox man. On his way, he spotted the gap in the closet door and pulled it open. The couple's sex life must not always have been dead; he spotted several dildoes of varying species, vibrators, gags, even a horsecock strap-on. What he grabbed, however, was a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs.

The fox was so stunned it was easy to guide him into a chair in the corner and cuff his paws behind his back. The bun was surprised when he looked down to see the fox's pants were tightening. He leaned forward and undid the button on the man's fly, unzipping him slowly 

“You're really enjoying this, aren't you?” he asked. “Cucked by a couple of boys, how pathetic.”

The rabbit leaned down, his breath hot on the fox man's cock. Slowly, he got closer and closer. He waited until he could see a bead of pre form at the pointed tip and stuck out his tongue, licking it up. He took it into his mouth, his tongue caressing the older man's cock. He began sucking, bobbing up and down on it. In spite of himself, the man let out a low needy moan. His knot was forming, he was throbbing. He needed release… and then Jack pulled away. He slipped a cock ring on the fox's throbbing rod and stood up, padding back over to his boyfriend and his prey.

“What? That's it?” protested the bound fox.

“Yeah, sorry. This isn't about you, cuck. Enjoy the show.” He walked back over and put a gag in the fox’s mouth, winked, and blew him a kiss.

He climbed up onto the head of the bed. The otter was on his hands and knees now, pushing back into Hunter's thrusts. When Jack got into position, the man wasted no time licking his balls and taking his young lapine cock into his mouth. Jack leaned forward and kissed Hunter deeply, moaning as he and his boyfriend thrusted into the married otter.

“Cheating slut,” he said, echoing the kind of language he’d heard in porn.

“Cub-lover,” said Hunter.

The otter moaned around Jack’s cock.

“Say it,” said Hunter.

“Y-yes, sir. I’m a dirty, cheating—[i]guh[/i]—cub-loving slut.  I—[i]glck glck[/i]—worship cub cock. I—[i]nnnnngh[/i]—live for it. I’ll die for it.”

The fox in the corner was whimpering loudly. Tears were falling down his cheeks and drool was dripping out from around the gag. Amazingly, his cock was throbbing harder than ever. Jack thumbed a remote he'd pocketed, causing the cock ring to vibrate a little.

The fox overreacted, or so Hunter thought when he glanced over briefly. His entire body shuddered and he made a groan of pure desperation.

“I am going to eat your husband when I finish with him,” said Hunter over his shoulder. “Do you want to watch?”

The fox shook his head, muffled panicked sounds coming from behind the gag. Nonetheless, he was still fully erect and throbbing, even without the jolt of vibration that Jack gave him right then.

“Too bad. You'll have the best seat in the house,” Hunter said. He grunted and licked the otter’s neck. “Go on, tell your husband how it feels.”

The otter moaned. He whimpered and bit his lip. “T-the kid is huge, babe. He's bigger than you are. He's—[i]fuck[/i]—reaching places I never knew I had. Even if he changed his mind about eating me, I don't even think I'd feel it if you… God, I should've done this years ago!”

“And what else, meat?” prompted Hunter.

“The way he possesses me. The way he holds me. You never held me like I belonged to you. This boy owns me. I'm his prey by right. My life is in his paws. And today…” he shuddered and reached out, stroking Hunter's stomach, “we will fulfill our roles as predator and prey. We'll know true intimacy like no one—[i]aaaaaah!”[/i]

The otter screamed. The panther boy had bitten down hard on his neck. Rivulets of blood seeped from the wound. Hunter licked it clean and clamped on again, sucking more of the sweet elixir from his prey. He thrusted harder. The otter cried out again in pain and ecstacy, and Hunter felt something hot and wet hit his side. He glanced around and saw that the fox was cumming, and hard.

“Guess it was too much for you, foxy,” Jack said. “Let's take care of that, shall we?”

The rabbit stopped the vibration, and the fox involuntarily sighed in relief—physical, if not mental. Jack removed the cock ring and waited for the fox to go soft again, and then fitted him with a small steel chastity cage he'd also found in the closet. The fox was too addled to resist until he heard the lock click shut. He squirmed and complained under the gag. Jack ignored him and slipped the key around his neck.

“Babe, I'm cum—[i]ahhhhh![/i] So is he! I'm s-so full!” said the otter man.

Hunter let out a chilling growl as he came, thrusting wildly. The otter’s stomach visibly bulged out as Hunter slowly pulled out of him and collapsed on top of him. They rolled sideways, black fur on brown in a tangled embrace. The otter lifted his cum-covered paw and held it up. A string of semen oozed onto his chest, and he started to lower it, panting. Hunter grabbed it gently in his own and stuck it in his mouth, loudly slurping the otter’s fingers clean. His tongue whirled around, tasting every inch, and with tongue and teeth he deftly removed his prey's wedding ring. He dropped it onto his palm.

“May I?” he asked softly.

“It's yours. Everything of mine is yours, Sir,” said the otter.

Hunter flashed a wicked, toothy grin and slipped it on his own finger. “Thank you,” he said, and scooped up a fingerful of cum, feeding it to the otter, who suckled it off his own ring greedily. They sat up. Jack got up as well and walked over.

“Are you ready?” Hunter asked.

The otter took a deep breath and nodded. “Do it,” he said. “Eat me. I want to be part of you forever.”

Hunter licked the drool off of his lips. He leaned in and kissed the otter deeply one last time. His arms wrapped around his prey's neck and he unclasped the otter’s necklace. Pulling back, he hung the chain around Jack's neck instead, giving his boyfriend a deep kiss as well.

He opened his mouth wide. His stomach growled loudly as he reached out and grabbed his prey, claws involuntarily extended. His bright white fangs gleamed as his mouth opened even wider, and the otter shuddered in excitement. Hunter's breath was hot, his tongue was wet and slimy as it flicked out, thick drool coating the otter’s brown fur. The otter held up his arms and shoved them into Hunter's gaping maw. The panther swallowed greedily. His throat bulged out a little.

One of Jack's paws was on his cock and the other was helping shove the otter further down his boyfriend's gullet. Hunter gulped again and again, each time pulling the now-squirming otter in further. His throat bulged out more and more, and slowly the lump travelled down to his belly, which easily expanded to accommodate the adult anthro being shoved into it.

Hunter's inner beast howled in triumph, in pure bloodlust as he feasted. His belly bulged and squirmed seemingly on its own now, the otter wiggling his own way into the place where he belonged, the place he'd always been destined for. Jack rubbed Hunter's tattooed stomach lovingly. He laid his head on it, he kissed it, and ultimately he came all over it.

“I love this belly,” he said, glancing over at the fox, who seemed to have finished sobbing and was now still, traumatized and oddly aroused by what he had just witnessed. “I'll do anything for it, and for the beautiful boy it belongs to.”

Hunter gazed into the bun’s eyes, a smile on his lips. He slurped the last of the otter's tail down and cinched the collar tight around his neck, as he'd promised. He leaned in towards Jack, opened his mouth, and—

[i]“Uuuuuuuuuuuuurp,”[/i] he belched in the bun’s face. The panther blushed and looked down. “I'm sorry, Jack. He's moving so much in there.”

Jack put a finger to the panther boy's lips, then hooked it around his collar and pulled him closer. Their lips met, and for a second the world melted away. Hunter's hunger was satisfied, he and Jack were all that mattered in the world.

“I know, my Hunter. I know.”

They kissed again. Hunter got up, with difficulty, and padded over to the fox. He pulled the gag out of his mouth and unlocked the handcuffs.

“Say goodbye to your husband now. He was delicious, you should be pleased to know. Looks like we all got what we wanted.”

The fox reached out and touched Hunter's soft bellyfur, and from the other side, the otter reached out. Their paws pressed into each other through Hunter's stomach.

“He… got what he wanted. You got what you wanted. What did I get?”

“A chance to start over? I think you were as tired of it as he was. Besides, you came again in that tight little cage when Hunter burped. You're still leaking,” said Jack, pointing down.

The fox looked down at the floor. He didn't deny it.

“You're a born cuck, foxy. The sooner you admit it to yourself, the happier you'll be. Give us a call if you want someone to play bull for you, okay? Or if you ever want to join your husband,” said Jack.

Hunter grabbed the fox's paw, shook it, winked, and slipped the ring off his finger. He turned to Jack and got on his knees.

“Will you take this, until we're old enough for me to give you your own?” he asked.

Jack took it and slipped it onto his finger. He kissed Hunter again and rubbed his belly.

“Of course I will, you silly kitty! Didn't your elder say we were bonded for life?”

“Not officially! But yes,” said the panther boy. “Hey, I've gotta go before we head home. Do you remember where the bathroom is?”

“You've got a fox right there,” Jack said.

Hunter reached down and grabbed his huge pierced cock, swinging it towards the fox. Surprisingly, the broken man blushed and held his mouth open. Hunter aimed squarely at the canid’s chest first, letting his hot piss flow. The squirming of his belly threw off his aim, causing the fox to get even more soaked. To Hunter's surprise, he took his cock into his mouth and started gulping down the acrid panther piss. The fox laid his head on the boy's squirming belly, accepting his place and his husband's fate. Hunter pulled away with a loud squelching sound when he was finished, and went to go find his loincloth.

“Wait!” the fox called as the pair were leaving the room, “what will I do now?”

“You'll figure something out. Call us if you want some fun. And don't bother telling anyone,” Hunter said over his shoulder. “Nobody will ever believe you.”

Hunter and Jack walked down the moonlit street back toward Hunter's home, paw in paw. His belly was bulging and squirming still, and he wasn't sure how he was going to hide it from his parents. That was a problem for tomorrow, though. Right now, he and his bunny boyfriend were just enjoying a perfect night.

“Hey Hunter,” Jack said, “when you're finished with that collar, can I try it on? I'm thinking of changing my look, wanna see if it suits me.”

“Sure, as soon as our buddy's all gone. Do you think it looks good on me?”

“It looks great, babe. You always d—oh shit! I've still got that fox's chastity key!”

Hunter shrugged. “Maybe he'll be calling sooner than later. What were their names, anyway?”

“You know, I never asked. Oh well, the otter's panther food, who cares what his name was?”

The two boys turned into Hunter's driveway and snuck in through the back. They fell into bed without another word, but Jack couldn't keep his paws off of Hunter's belly all night.