A walk in the park II
Ripper the giant wolverine is one of my oldest story characters. He's big (usually 400 pounds, with minor size changing), fully intelligent but nonanthro, predatory, often an enthusiastic rapist, and able to swallow people whole. Swift the anthro tigress is his friend, lover and groomer (her own words) on several MUCKs. She is one of the few people he's humped and yet not eaten; generally, getting in bed with the big wolvie is a sure ticket to a temporary wolverine-fur coat - the kind that digests you. Recently I found out that Swift eats people, too, and since I had a recent request to draw her as a pred, I did this story to go with said drawing. Ripper C. me. Swift C. her player.
Note: The previous story, 'A walk in the park' features entirely different characters. The story below is not a sequel to it, though Ripper appears in many of my other stories.
A walk in the park II
By Strega
5 February 2006
Dale the wolf jogged to a halt as he heard something move in the undergrowth. Normally he would have sped up rather than slowed, but there was a pitiful quality to the moan that followed. He pulled out his cell phone as he stepped toward the brush.
'Hello? Do you need help?' Cautiously he parted the growth, until he saw something that shocked and amused him. A huge, furry beast, something like a plump longfurred bear, was licking out a heavily pregnant tiger-woman. She was lying beneath the creature, and as it licked her snatch its thick cock was in her mouth.
The tigress looked at Dale without taking her muzzle off the beast's shaft and held up her hand, showing him the leash-loop she held. The bright red leash led to a shoulder harness on the beast, and Dale realized that she and her pet were simply exchanging favors.
The shaggy creature belched as it licked her, and the tigress giggled and belched too, even louder, though the cock in her mouth muffled some of it. Dale shook his head; he saw the tigress' litter kick just then. She was massively pregnant, and surely must have ridden here on the beast's back. Then, here in the park, they had paused to fuck. Might the thing even be the father?
There was something odd about the bulge in her middle...no; it was his imagination, surely. Dale shrugged and backed away. 'There's no accounting for taste,' he muttered as he resumed his jog,
Behind him the tigress and her 'pet' continued to please each other as their stomachs worked on their recent, heavy meals. Their trip into the park - not for exercise, but to hunt - had been a success, and Dale would never know how lucky he was not to be the first person to meet them that day, and how lucky he was not to have stayed to talk.
*****
Charlotte pulled the leash and harness out of the drawer. Diablo was already excited; having seen her put on her pink running shorts, so the moment he saw it he was on his feet, eyes bright and ears pricked. The rottweiler loved walks, and since she'd moved right across the street from the third biggest park in the city, he got one almost every day.
A hundred pounds of black and brown muscle stood stiff and impatient as she buckled on the harness. The leash laws were strict. Only when she had the rottie harnessed and had the leash in her hand did she open the door. In the four-plex's central hallway she checked her cell phone and fanny pack, then double- checked the leash. Then she opened the outside door.
He went down the stairs so fast she had to run to keep up, but she had no trouble doing that. Charlotte was a bunny girl, and even in sandals on she bounded down them after him, smiling and shaking her long ponytail. The sun warmed her gray-blue fur, the cool breeze ruffled it; she let Diablo take the lead. He knew to run to the sidewalk, then along it, so she could check for traffic before crossing. Her sandals slapped the asphalt and they entered the park.
Diablo was content with a brisk walk, leading her to the light poles by the softball field. There he sniffed and lifted his leg; the process was repeated at the stone pedestal of the water fountain, which made her wrinkle her muzzle. 'Come on Diablo. I only have half an hour.'
They took the running track, Diablo trotting along with Charlotte jogging easily a leash-length behind. They passed from sun to shade and back again; the track wound through the half square mile of park, past two cracked tennis courts, a patch of woods and two more baseball fields. Charlotte sucked air into her lungs, loving the trace of autumn in the scents.
Past the baseball courts the track turned east, into the deeper woods. It would be a quarter mile before they hit daylight again, and Charlotte clicked her tongue to speed Diablo up. She didn't see any other runners, and she'd have worried about being alone in the woods if it weren't for her dog. Down the long slope they went, then around the hairpin and up a steep slope, then just as steeply downhill. Charlotte was breathing rapidly now, not laboring, but using her lungs to capacity.
The tunnel that led beneath the four-lane road and to the other half of the park was just ahead, and coming out of it was another runner and her pet...but what on earth was the tigress walking? Charlotte tugged on the leash and Diablo slowed, and the two ahead did the same. They came to a stop fifteen feet apart, and Charlotte, panting, looked them over.
The tigress was of middle height for her race, about as tall as Charlotte if you included Charlotte's bunny ears. She wore a blue outfit, short low-cut shirt and a miniskirt so brief that things almost showed above and below. White sandals with blue straps completed it, and she held a bright red leash. Charlotte had seen anthro-tigresses before; it was the animal on the leash that puzzled her.
What was the thing? It was big, as big as a bear, but its ears were low and cup-shaped, not on top of its head. Its fur was shaggy and brown-black, save for a ruff of lighter brown like sideburns and a wide stripe of the same color down its flanks. Huge paws sported long, sharp white claws, and its tail was short and so long-furred that it nearly resembled a fan. As it lifted its head to look at them, she saw lighter fur on its neck, like a broken necklace.
The thing gave Diablo a look that seemed almost amused, and the dog growled! Charlotte, shocked, tugged on the leash - Diablo never growled or barked unless he thought she was threatened. It must be an instinctive reaction to whatever the thing was. Just then the breeze carried a whiff of its scent, and she almost sneezed. The beast had a powerful, musky scent, reeking of sweat and exertion.
'He's named Ripper...a wolverine,' the tigress said helpfully. 'I'm Swift.' She flicked a bit of loose leash up onto the thing's back, and one of its ears swiveled back to point at her. Still, its dark gaze didn't leave Diablo...until it slid off the dog and turned on Charlotte.
The bunny girl took a step back as the cold, dark eyes fixed on her. That glance radiated such malice that she shivered. Diablo saw it too and growled, rumbling deep in his muscular chest. The wolverine - Ripper -- ignored the dog, looking Charlotte over with a horribly frank interest, a seeming mixture of hunger and lust. Pets weren't supposed to look at people like that!
Swift seemed to be waiting for Charlotte to say something, but before she could open her mouth Diablo lowered his head and growled once more. It was a low, threatening sound; she'd only heard it once before, when he'd chased off a mugger. It was a warning not to be ignored, but the tigress' pet kept looking past the big dog at Charlotte. When Ripper's tongue came out to moisten furry chops, it was too much for Diablo.
'Diablo!' but the rottweiler had already lunged forward, yanking the leash from her hand. Jaws that could crunch through a baseball bat handle snapped open as he leaped. Ripper, though, was unimpressed. He was huge and squat and muscular, like a rottweiler writ larger, and he was fast, too. A forepaw slammed Diablo out of the air and to the side; the air went from the dog's lungs with a sound like a bass drumbeat. Two red lines showed in the rottie's short fur where the white claws had caught.
Charlotte stood frozen as Diablo came back to his feet. The rottie shook off the blow and leapt at the wolverine - and this time Ripper lunged to meet him. His head seemed to split as he yawned; Diablo was snarling just as broadly, but when they met, the bigger animal's mouth proved wider. They collided with a wet thump, and when the wolverine's forepaws hit the ground Charlotte was horrified to see only Diablo's back half protruding from his jaws.
'What...what....' The tigress said nothing; Charlotte just stammered as she noticed the huge bulge in the wolverine's neck. He hadn't bitten Diablo; with one bite, he had half-swallowed him. He snapped his head upward, and as the rottie's kicking legs flailed he lunged forward. When his jaws closed again, even more of the dog was gone. Now there was just a pair of muscular legs on either side of Ripper's lower jaw. Diablo's cropped tail-stub wiggled piteously from beneath the beast's chops.
'M-make it stop! It's eating my dog!' Another snap of those jaws, and big muscles moved beneath Ripper's neckfur. Charlotte watched with horrified fascination as Diablo's muscular thighs were sucked into his mouth. The thinner ankles slid in after, until only the twitching hindpaws peeked out.
'You have a rottweiler,' the tigress said conversationally.
Charlotte had Diablo's leash again, but she dropped it as the dog vanished. Ripper tossed his head, taking in the rottie's hindpaws; there was a last glimpse of them as the fanged maw shut. Then he spread out his forepaws - somehow Charlotte knew this was to ease swallowing - and the muscles in his neck moved again. She heard him gulp, a firm wet sound, and as from a great distance she watched the leash slide into the corner of his mouth. The squirming bulge that was Diablo moved through his neck and down into his body; her dog had been swallowed alive.
'I have a giant wolverine,' the tigress continued. 'I win.' The loop of Diablo's leash hung from Ripper's jaws as the bulge of rottweiler settled in his midsection, then a sideways snap of his head took in that evidence. With a brief gulp, the last bit of her dog disappeared down the wolverine's throat.
'You know, if the leash is vinyl, I could mail it back to you tomorrow. Plastic things just pass right through.' The bunny was fumbling for her cell phone, but the smile in the tigress' voice made her look up.
'You bitch,' Charlotte spat. 'You let your fucking animal eat-' She should not have taken her eyes off the wolverine. She saw a blur out of the corner of her eye, then something slammed into her belly and threw her backward. Ripper landed with his forepaws on either side of her, and before she could scream he planted one on her face.
The pads and the furry web between them blotted out all light; Charlotte grabbed at the huge paw and tried to pry it off. It was wider than her head and its toes, each tipped with a sharp claw, wrapped around her temples and gripped her skull. She grabbed the thick 'wrist' and pushed as hard as she could, but it held her down with laughable ease. She couldn't scream; she could barely breathe.
Her ears stuck out, though, and she heard Swift again. 'If you'd kept hold of your dog, we wouldn't be in this situation, dear.' The voice drew closer. 'Now what are we going to do with you?'
She felt Ripper shift on top of her. The paw did not move, but he must have craned its head down, for fangs dug into her waistband and tore the whole front of her shorts away. Cool autumn air reached her privates, and she remembered the look the thing had given her. Surely the tigress wouldn't let him rape her!
Then hands were on either side of her face, and Swift spoke from inches away. 'I'm sure we can resolve this so everyone ends up happy.' The hands gripped her cheek-fur and tugged her muzzle upward even as the huge paw lifted. She saw the thuggish beast standing over her, its drooping belly still twitching with Diablo's last struggle; she saw the hint of purple-black flesh past that, its exposed tip. She looked up from that-
The last thing she saw was the inside of Swift's mouth as the tigress' wide-open jaws slid over her muzzle and eyes.
'Mmmf!' Charlotte had been terrified that she was going to follow her dog, or even worse, that the beast would rape her, but she hadn't expected the tigress to try to eat her! Her ears were already pressed back by the female cat's chin; the tigress' jaws had slid over her head, locking the canine fangs behind her skull and making retreat impossible. Her nose was thrust into Swift's gullet; she reached up to push the tigress off.
A huge paw went under her as she struggled. Ripper picked her up effortlessly, squeezing her against his shaggy chest, then walked slowly forward. Swift must have followed on her knees, for the jaws around Charlotte's skull rocked back and forth without either advancing or retreating. When brush scraped past her, she realized they were taking her into the undergrowth. They wanted a private place to play with her.
Her survival hinged on getting help, she suddenly realized. Swift was probably too much to fight, much less Ripper, but if she could make enough noise, another jogger might call for help. Or, if she could dial 911 on her phone...she began to thrash, slamming her knees into the wolverine's ribcage and grabbing at the tigress' face. Swift grabbed her wrists, and for a moment Charlotte's frantic strength almost wrenched her face out of the dark tiger maw. Ripper was not idle, though, and as she struggled with Swift, he apparently lost interest in carrying her deeper into the woods. The forepaw holding her pulled her tighter to his body, forcing her legs up on either side of his rottweiler-bulged belly. Her first horrified thought was that she could feel Diablo still twitching - or maybe that was some effect of the digestive process - but the second realization was far worse, for as Ripper pulled her close he also arched his back, and a hot fleshy tip sank into her pussy.
Charlotte screamed into the tigress' mouth, jerking her hands free to press at the wolverine's chest. The loose pelt moved beneath her fingers as she pushed with desperate strength, but beneath the fur were muscles like iron. He entirely ignored her effort, lowered himself on top of her, and began to thrust. Bit by bit the heavy shaft worked its way in; Charlotte was too small for this, and too dry, but Ripper kept pushing until she was packed full of wolverine cock. She was stretched painfully around the rampant beast, and there was more that wouldn't fit in. Now the beast was fully mounted and began to hump enthusiastically.
Charlotte groaned and whimpered, but almost worse than the mating was what Swift did. As her pet began to fuck the bunny, the cat-woman walked forward on hands and knees. The first big thrust pushed Charlotte inches upward, and the tigress' open jaws were there to meet her. Charlotte's muzzle slid into Swift's gullet and her whole head followed.
Ripper's rottie-filled belly pressed down on her, keeping her legs spread, and his painfully huge maleness ran in and out. The wolverine fucked her with a feral enthusiasm, more excited by the second, and with each thrust Charlotte was pushed upward and into Swift's waiting jaws. The tigress' muzzle slid down her neck and began to stretch, expanding serpent-like as the tigress tried to swallow her shoulders.
Charlotte couldn't believe it. She was almost as large as Swift, and the cat's humanoid build would make such a huge meal simply impossible. But the wet throat was sliding over her face as she slid deeper, and Swift's pulse was drumming her from all sides. She actually felt the collarbones bulge away from the tigress' spine as her head entered Swift's ribcage. Her shoulders were engulfed, now, and Swift's muzzle slid down between her breasts. Her upper arms were becoming pinned to her sides by the cat's cheeks, but she could still push against the wolverine's chest with all her strength. That reduced the pain of his thrusts a bit...but it was also pushing her into the tigress' throat. Just as Swift's lips reached her elbows, Charlotte made a decision. She might be able to stop one of them, but not both, and she could at least survive a rape. She let go of Ripper's fur and wrapped her arms around Swift's head, interlacing her fingers behind the tigress' ears. Her elbows stopped further progress; Charlotte stuck stubbornly in the cat's throat.
Just as she did it, the crown of Charlotte's head encountered a narrowing in Swift's throat. At first the obstruction stubbornly resisted further progress, partly because of its tightness but also because Swift couldn't swallow any more of her. Then the tigress, who had arched her back when Charlotte grabbed her head, straightened herself and stretched out her neck. The gullet stretched so thinly around Charlotte contracted with irresistible strength as she swallowed, and Charlotte's muzzle slipped past the obstruction - a tight muscular valve -- and into the stomach.
Charlotte screamed again as the sack of flesh expanded to hold her head. The hungry tigress' belly was thick with acid, and it bit at her eyes and nose. She lost her grip on Swift's head, and the tigress swiftly grabbed her forearms and pressed them down against her sides. By the time Charlotte was accustomed enough to the burning pain to fight again, Swift had met three more of the wolverine's thrusts with her ready jaws and Charlotte was in her gullet to the navel.
Remorselessly the tigress swallowed, and eagerly Ripper thrust, pushing more and more of her into the gaping maw. Charlotte squirmed and kicked, trying to knee the wolverine in the balls and the Swift in the head. She couldn't get her knee below the Diablo-bulged belly, though, and while she hit the tigress' swollen cheek twice, all she managed to do was kick herself through that thin-stretched flesh. All the while the cat was swallowing, sending inch after inch of Charlotte down her gullet and into her stomach.
Charlotte's shoulders slid into the hellish, fleshy place, bulging out Swift's slender midsection. She could feel the bands of muscle stretch as they accommodated more of her. The gastric juices singed her nose and lips and now her nipples as her shirt became saturated, and all she could do was grab at Ripper's thighs to at least reduce the painful force of his thrusts. Huge muscles worked beneath that pelt as the beast humped, but as Swift gulped Charlotte down, there came a moment when the tigress could swallow no more. Her jaws were wrapped around the bunny's hips; she had already undone Charlotte's belt, tugging the cell-phone holster and fanny-pack off her meal. It was not those things that had stopped her; her nose had run into Ripper's belly. The brutish thing's cock was inside Swift now, shoved deep into parts of Charlotte that the cat had already swallowed. Ripper could continue to thrust, continue to satisfy himself and pain Charlotte, but Swift could not swallow any more. Perhaps they would quarrel, and the tigress would be forced to retch Charlotte back up?
Even that faint hope was dashed. The beast had not ejaculated, but its thick, hot shaft, now wet with her unwilling juices, slid out as unceremoniously as it had entered. Swift wasted no time in working her jaws over Charlotte's rump, the only part of her wider than her shoulders. Her fluffy bunnytail flattened beneath the advancing chops, leaving just her legs outside the sweltering, furry heat. Charlotte was forced to curl up as the tigress kept gulping; powerful throat muscles eased more of the bunny into the caustic embrace of the tigress' stomach.
A strong hand grabbed Charlotte's ankle and pulled it back under her; Charlotte's knee locked against the ground as the tigress rolled her head forward, letting her jaws push downward over the bunny's thighs. As Charlotte slithered deeper, she wondered - then guessed - what the tigress' other hand was doing. Even nearly swallowed, she felt the presence of the giant wolverine, and there was only one place Swift's hand was likely to be.
Her calves were consumed an inch at a time. The tigress, though only slightly larger, was too strong to resist; her throat muscles pushed Charlotte irresistibly into her stomach. The swelling must be huge, grotesque, as Charlotte curled up inside her, but Swift kept swallowing. The tigress wrapped around Charlotte rocked as her free hand masturbated her pet, and her own whimpering told Charlotte that Ripper was returning the favor. Then Charlotte's big bunny feet were in the tigress' mouth, and the last touch of cool air on her fur disappeared.
She felt the maw close and squeeze tight around her feet as Swift rehinged her jaws, then with a final effort the tigress swallowed her. Charlotte kicked one last time as her feet slid down the throat, pushing her legs ahead of them. They soon joined the rest of her in the sauna heat and burning juices of the tigress' stomach. She pushed weakly at the walls, too confined by the layers of muscle and fur to do much. She had just wanted to go for a run with her dog!
As she gasped the last scraps of air in the dark, corrosive place, she felt Swift roll ponderously onto her side and raise her head. Down the chute of gullet came slurping sounds, and from below a twitch as something stimulated the cat. The tigress and her pet, well fed, had turned to amusing themselves.
'What did I ever do to you...?'
The answer, of course, was that she'd not done anything. It could have been anyone; she had been the unlucky one. They had been hungry, and she and her poor dog had been their meals. Would anyone ever even know what happened to her? By the time anyone at work became concerned enough to call the cops - hours, at the very least - the tigress and her pet would surely have left the park for someplace they could sleep off their meals in peace and secrecy. She and Diablo might indeed be entirely digested and gone before the first worried knock on her apartment door.
Minutes later a great glob of wolverine semen joined her in the stomach, and at almost the same moment the she-cat wrapped around her shuddered and yowled. By then, though, Charlotte was in no shape to notice. Suffocated and acid-burnt, she had succumbed to the tigress' hunger.