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Max felt shivers running down his spine as he handed in his ticket. The ticket taker himself looked bored, but he probably didn't get to see the show. He hardly looked at the small, nervous looking white mouse as he ripped the ticket, returned the stub, and ushered Max into the theater. Max was among the earliest for the show, so the lights were still on, showing the other early attendants gathered in small groups, some looking as nervous as Max, others looking excited or impatient. Several were in various states of undress, the theater's normal clothing policy amended for tonight's very special performance.

Max smiled as he saw the bodies already on display, a topless black cat chatting with her friend, an incredibly well-muscled human who was openly playing with her nipples as they talked. He seemed to pinch too hard, and she playfully slapped his hand away, laughing as she scolded him. She didn't protest when the hand returned, more gently this time, and then she saw Max watching her. She winked at him before turning back to her friend and pulling him into a deep kiss, which he happily melted into. Max blushed at having been caught, and quickly checked his ticket for his seat, growing even more embarrassed when he realized it was right behind the couple.

"Hiya cutie" The black cat said, turning to face him as he sat down.

"Hi." Max managed to squeak out, blushing while he resisted the urge to hide his face behind his paws.

"First time at one of these shows?" She asked, smiling in a way that showed off her sharp teeth.

"Wha... What makes you say that?" Max asked, his blush deepening as she opened her mouth wide in a clearly fake yawn.

"You seem like a newbie." She said, winking a deep emerald eye at him again. "Then again I've only been to one show before, a few days ago. It was so good I just had to see it again before they left town."

"And your boyfriend?" Max asked, nodding to the human that was still groping her as she talked to him. "He liked it too?"

"Oh he's not my boyfriend sweetie. Just a fuck buddy. This isn't really his sort of thing, but I wanted someone here I could play with during the show, and after." The fuck buddy in question took a hand off her breasts long enough to give a little wave before lowering his head to kiss her breast, suckling for a few seconds while the cat moaned. "Though don't think I cant handle two, if you're interested."

Max smiled, feeling like his face was going to melt with how red it must be getting. "Um, maybe, after the show. I mean, if I'm still... I'm hoping to get chosen."

"Oh, brave little mousie aren't you. You know, the last time I was here she picked a cute little mouse like you to be her dinner. Maybe she has a type."

"Yeah, maybe." Max said, practically vibrating in his seat. "I guess we'll see."

"Well, on the off-chance you don't end up on stage tonight, my offer stands. I might not be able to make all your fantasies come true, but I can certainly give you a night you'll never forget. And we can definitely play cat and mouse." She licked her lips

Max didn't trust himself to speak, so he just nodded as she gave him a final appraising look and wide, toothy grin.

The theater had been filling up as they talked, and almost every seat was filled now, except a few who's occupants were still standing, or kneeling. The lights dimmed and most of the attendees found their seats, the noise level of the theater dying down a few seconds after the lights. The black cat turned around, and her fuck-buddy took his hands off her breasts, but based on her squirming a few seconds later had just moved them to an even more sensitive spot.

A man walked onto the stage, a rabbit in a sharp suit with a massive top hat. His cane, which doubled as a microphone, was swept up as he bowed deeply to the audience, the spotlights focusing on him as he waited for complete quiet. He got it, or close enough with all the tiny moans and giggles in the theater, and slowly rose back to full height.

"Welcome, welcome, dear guests, to one of my personal favorite shows in our little cirque. As a reminder, clothing is entirely optional within this theater for the duration of the show. We ask you all to remain quiet so as not to disrupt the performance. Public displays of affection are also allowed, so long as you can stay quiet and non-disruptive to your neighbors. Yes, that does mean you can fuck in here during the show, but do try to be courteous. You are guests, after all." He gave them a broad grin. "Besides, I don't think you'll want to be distracted." The man in front of Max helped guide his feline friend into his lap, and the two moaned lightly as, Max assumed, he slid inside her. After watching her slowly descend into his lap, the mouse turned his eyes back to the stage, waiting for the performance to begin.

The host spoke for a few more minutes, outlining expectations and rules for the evening. No touching the performer unless she invites you to, no photography or video recording, and other standard rules for any live performance.

"And finally, without further adieu, I place you all into the tender care of the Jewel of the Jungle, the Goddess of Gluttony, the beautiful, the incredible, the insatiable, Lady Anantashesha."

A pole descended slowly from the ceiling, and before it even touched the floor, a thin tail could be seen spiraling along it. It slowly slid down, it's dusky red color standing out against the shining steel of the pole. After just a few feet, a scrap of thin cloth in the same color of her scales could be seen, before the serpent slowly twisted herself, exposing her cream colored underbelly, the thin cloth just barely thick enough to conceal what was underneath. A slight twist too far, and the audience was offered a tantalizing glance beneath it, a slight flash of brighter pink beneath the cloth before it was covered again. The tail slowly slid back up the pole, out of sight, and several in the audience groaned with displeasure as the performer was once again hidden from sight.

Max wasn't among them. He was enraptured at the sight, and thrilled that he would get to see more. He had undone his pants at some point, his small pink cock hard in his hand as he watched the performance. He caressed the crown slowly as he waited for the beauty to come back and show herself completely.

He didn't have long to wait. This time, a snake's head started to spiral down the pole, slowly, staring out at the audience. More cloth draped from her skull like hair, held in place by a tight, golden tiara with emerald jeweled golden chains draping off near where here ears would be. More chains crisscrossed their way down her body for a few feet, becoming a thin mesh that clung tightly to her thick coils. Her eyes swept over the crowd as she slid down, as if she was looking at them each in turn, watching them as they watched her, her tongue sliding out to taste the air. She seemed to stare directly at Max for a brief instant, and the mouse could swear he saw her smile widen as she did. She couldn't possibly see him, the spotlight would be blinding her to the audience, but perhaps she could smell him? Could she taste the pre coming off his cock as he stared at her. Could she pick out the taste of mouse in the middle of all the scents she must be sensing, all the horny mammals watching her descend like a goddess from the heavens, or like an angel falling from grace.

Her head reached the floor at about the same time the thin cloth covering her sex descended from the ceiling, her tail soon following. Finally, her entire body was on display, though most was still wrapped around the pole. The pole was only fifteen feet tall, but with how she was coiled around it she must have been much longer.

Max couldn't tear his eyes from her face if he had wanted to, though he could think of no reason to stop drinking in her beauty as she slid down further, more and more of her body coming off the pole at the ground, until only the tip of her thin tail remained wrapped around the pole as though she couldn't quite lift herself off of it. She clearly could lift herself off the floor, however, and she rose up, higher and higher until she was towering over the audience, looking down on all of them. Max felt so small beneath her imposing gaze, as she looked over the audience again before yawning, dislocating her jaw and giving everyone a good view of her fangs, her mouth, and more importantly her throat. Max, and most of the audience, stared down that tube and into the darkness beyond, the certain demise it promised, the passage to the afterlife. He lifted out of his seat, leaning towards her, when suddenly she snapped her jaw shut.

"Who comes to disturb me?" Her voice boomed from all around, echoing slightly in the theater. Despite that it felt like a whisper, hissed directly into Max's ear. He could almost feel her tongue tickling at the back of his head. His cock pulsed again and more pre was quickly smeared along its length. "What is this crowd I see before me? Worshipers, come to admire my glory, to treat me as a goddess deserves to be treated? Or are you interlopers to my domain, here to steal my very divinity? Or just a gathering of fools, brought by stories of my gifts but unwilling to worship me properly? I suppose we shall see." She curled her tail, still wrapped around the pole, and turned it to the audience. "Who would come to worship me?"

Half the audience clambered to their feet, the rest too busy with their own partners to rise to her call. Max stood as with them all, his pants falling to his ankles, his cock twitching as he abandoned it to raise his hands.

The spotlight should have blinded her, but that didn't stop her from choosing from among them. "You. The black wolf. Have you come to worship a goddess?" Another light turned on, highlighting a wolf in the audience. The wolf nodded desperately, stumbling as he shuffled out of his seat and half ran to the stage. "Is this how you approach a goddess? Anantashesha asked as he charged towards her. "Your eagerness speaks well of your desires, but your lack of control is troubling." The wolf's face fell as he felt his chance to serve slipping away. "Come here." The goddess spoke, beckoning him with her tail.

The wolf approached slowly, his naked ass visible to the audience as he walked up to the enormous serpent. "Kneel before me." She said, and the wolf hurried to obey. "Good. Now..." She looked out at the audience again.

"You, the mongoose. Your kind has a deep enmity with mine, but perhaps you are here to set things right? Have you come to worship?" The thin sleek creature was near the far back, and he lifted his arm to shield himself as the light blinded him. He was frozen in the spotlight for a few moments, but then slowly scooted past the audience members toward the center aisle. He was cheered and jeered, given a pat on his jean covered ass, but he had clearly learned from the wolf's mistake. He walked down the aisle slowly, the spotlight following his every step, his eyes wide as he looked ahead towards the serpent below and above him as he approached. Finally he walked onto the stage and kneeled next to the wolf as Anantashesha looked down on him.

"Ssstand." She commanded, and he obeyed quickly. "Those coverings. Remove them. They will only get in the way of your worship, won't they?"

"Y-yes mis..."

"Sssilence." Her voice boomed out, not a whisper but a yell, and the mongoose cowered before her. "You will not speak unless commanded. Now obey." The mongoose hurriedly disrobed, and the audience saw that despite any fear he may have had, he was still incredibly aroused to be on stage with her.

She slowly scanned over the audience again, until her eyes locked with Max's. "You, the little white mouse. Stand and approach, if you too have come to worship." Max felt like he was in a daze, not in control of himself, as the spotlight blinded him. He stepped out of his pants and approached the stage, staring forward to where he knew Anantashesha would be waiting for him.

He stepped forward, into the middle of the other kneeling worshipers, and at her whispered command he knelt between them, ignoring his hard, straining cock as best he could.

"Good. A little group of worshipers, what every Goddess needs. Now, how shall I make you worship?" She asked, waiting for any of them to respond. None dared. "Oh, I know." She said as she smiled, showing off her fangs. She twisted her body, the cloth covering her sex now facing the audience, and her worshipers. "You, wolf. Step closer to what you desire." The wolf obeyed, approaching the cloth. "Reveal what you desire." The wolf obeyed, pulling the cloth up and revealing her sex. A drop of her own liquid ran down the slight gap between her scales that was her vent. Another drop of liquid fell from the wolf's cock as he gazed upon her, but he remained still. "Kneel, and worship what you desire." The wolf obeyed, carefully kneeling on the ground before her, then pressing his face forward. His tongue came out and tentatively licked at her exposed sex. Then again, and by the third slurp he was lost, so focused on worshiping his new goddess that he seemed to forget everything else. His hard cock was visible to the audience behind him, throbbing, dripping, and ignored. His muzzle pressed into her sex as he tried to get deeper, to taste the sweet nectar within.

Anantashesha moaned, her body writing with the pleasure of being worshiped, but the section of her being worshiped remained largely still, save for the pulsing of her entrance around the wolf's muzzle. It seemed to widen, to coax him in, and before long the wolf plunged his face into her. His neck followed easily, and the audience gasped at the perverse, erotic sight of him being swallowed by the goddess's sex. "Ahh, yes. You, mongoose. Help him in, and you will be rewarded." The mongoose hesitated for a moment. "Do not fear for him. Those who give their bodies to my sex will be reborn, unharmed. That will be your reward as well." That was what it took. The mongoose crawled forward and placed his hands on the wolf's ass, pushing gently. Anantashesha hissed. "Harder, beloved. Make him fill me. He pushed harder, bracing himself against the floor. The serpent's sex yawned wide for a moment, and with a jolt the wolf was pushed waist deep into her. For a moment, her sex was cavernous around him, large enough that the audience could see his face, damp with her fluids, large enough that there was no doubt he could have tried to escape if he wanted. Large enough to see the manic grin as he half leapt the rest of the way into her, her sex closing again around his heels before quickly slurping them inside too. Anantashesha groaned, her hips thrusting into the air, towards the mongoose who stood enraptured by the show, towards the audience she couldn't see, but could taste, their arousal thickening the air of the dark theater. Moans could be heard from the shadows as her viewers enjoyed the show, and each other. Warm, golden fluid drooled from her lower lips as she grinned into the darkness. "Join him, little mongoose. Give yourself to my pleasure." The mongoose obeyed, shoving his arms into her sex, finding little resistance as he opened her. He stared into the abyss for a few moments before plunging his head into her, his own narrow shoulders proving no obstacle as he pushed and she pulled him into her. She moaned again as she felt him enter her, felt him crawl along her sex towards the wolf, who had already made it to her womb. Her hips bucked again, always toward the audience, and she pushed slightly, opening her sex so that her adoring fans could see the mongoose's tail and feet vanish into her again. She lay down, and glanced at the little mouse still sharing the stage with her. A puddle had formed between his feet, he was so leaky with excitement at the show. Not that she was in a position to judge, her own sex creating a far larger pool in front of it.

"Little mouse." She said, flicking her tongue at him. She could hardly taste him through the stench of arousal. "Approach what you desire."

Max looked at her with utter awe and devotion. He belonged to her, he wanted to serve her with everything he had. And so he took a step toward her, and another. Not many, the stage wasn't large enough for his walk towards his fate to be long, but every step felt like a mile to him. His heart was beating hard in his chest, he could hear his blood rushing in his ears, feel his cock twitch with every beat. He walked forward and knelt before her face as she looked down on him inquisitively. "Take me." he whispered, then remembered he was on stage. "Take me." He said again, louder.

"You wish to feed my body?" Anantashesha asked him.

"Yes." He replied in a whisper.

"Louder."

"Yes." He half shouted. "Please. Please eat me."

"You will not return." She said, her reptilian features inscrutable, her voice seductive. "Those that feed my sex are reborn. Those that feed by body are only food. Is this still what you desire?"

"Yes." He screamed. "Yes, take me."

"Well, I am nothing if not generous to my worshipers." She said, and then she struck.

Darkness surrounded Max as his head and chest were enveloped in her maw. He never even saw her move, she was so fast. Her jaws gripped tight around his belly, pulling, lifting him into the air. Even if he wanted, he was powerless to stop her. Light appeared behind him, giving him a dark, shadowy view of the abyss of her throat, the tunnel of warm, wet, pulsing flesh that would claim him. He stared into it, his hips thrusting against her jaw instinctively as he looked his fate in the face. She's going to do it he thought. She's going to eat me. There was motion as she swept her jaws across the stage, showing off her catch. Max lifted his tail to give them a better view, hips pumping all the while. Then she tilted her head back, and he fell face first into her throat. As his face hit that soft, yielding flesh, he came, his body tightening with the shock of pleasure. Perhaps Ana would be able to feel it, but nobody in the audience would see it. None of them would know what he did with his time in her. He felt his body relax as the orgasm left him, and he limply sank into her throat.

Her flesh squeezed and kneaded at his own, pulling him inexorably forward and down, forward and down. The sensation was quite nice on his limp spent body, relaxing, soothing. It didn't last as long as he would have liked. He was quickly and unceremoniously dumped into her long stomach, a larger area where he could move of his own accord, if only with effort. He groaned as he stretched out within her, nose wrinkling slightly at the acrid scent in the air. He didn't mind it, not really, but he let his body react as it would. He squirmed and writhed until he felt comfortable, and tried to listen to the rest of the show. More audience members were brought on stage, not to feed her but to touch her, to feel how little they could of the three people within her body they could make out. Max could hear the words, could feel her telling them to rub her scales and try to make out his outline, or the outlines of those in her womb. He didn't feel any hands pressing down to rub him though. He felt her body shake as a few lucky members were invited to fuck her, pushing their cocks and eventually their bodies into her sex to her moaning, hissing delight. He felt her long body shift as the show began to end, as she started to push out those who had been invited into her womb, plopping them out on stage so everyone could see her remarkable cunt at work the other way. A few of them slipped on her fluids on their way off the stage, to laughter and applause. Max grinned as he idly stroked himself within her, all alone in the serpent now.

He felt her body move as she slid back up the pole, into the rafters above the theater, making her grand exit. Then down again as she crawled out the back exit, into the waiting van. He came again there, in the privacy of her gut, in the privacy of the van, away from all the prying eyes of the audience. Not completely alone, he heard the ringmaster talking to her, but he couldn't quite make out the words. He laughed not long after Max came and was again lying dazed in the acids surrounding him. They were starting to sting, and his fur was beginning to come out in patches. He didn't mind. It's what food like him deserved. He rubbed himself into the digestive juices, slathering them on his body and moaning.

The van stopped, and Anantashesha slithered out, hurrying off to her wagon. Max was stroking himself again, hoping for a third orgasm before his time ran out. He swore as he felt her stomach tighten, and then push. "Not yet not yet." He whispered, bracing himself with his legs. "I'm almost there." She gave another squeeze.

"Damnit Max stop fighting me. You've been in there too long already." With a sigh Max tucked in his legs, letting go of his hard, raw cock and allowing the next squeeze to push him up. He was forced into her throat once again, his path reversed. He bucked his hips against it lightly, hoping the squeezing, rippling flesh would finish him off.

He was still hard when he felt his body get dumped onto the hard tile floor of his trailer's large shower. Instantly his hand went back to his cock and started stroking. His other grabbed blindly until he found a towel, then wiped off his face so he could safely open his eyes. His wife, Ana, was staring back at him.

"I'd ask if you were alright but you seem fine." She said, nuzzling gently against his belly while he stroked himself off.

"I was so close. Just leave me in next time." He said, smiling at her.

"Not much longer and you'd have suffered permanent damage." She said, taking her nose away and turning on the shower with a button press. Pre-warmed water poured from the ceiling onto them both, washing away the worst of her stomach acids from his fur.

"So leave me in." Max begged. "Finally live up to that promise on stage and let me be your food. Let me become part of you forever, let me... let me... Ahhhh" he moaned as he finally came again, his seed spurting onto his chest, mixing with the clean water and the acids that were running off his soaking fur. He lay back, and Ana pressed her head against him, letting him recover.

"But then who would I eat for the next show." Ana said after a minute. "And the one after that, and the one after that..."

"I'm sure you'd find someone." He said, slowly starting to move again, grabbing for soap to properly clean himself off. "Who wouldn't want to get eaten by a gorgeous, talented goddess like you." He knelt down and gave her a quick kiss.