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Seth huffed as his apartment door clicked open, relieved and relaxed to be home after another long day at work. These long days always left him feeling exhausted… typing up reports, fielding phone calls, attending pointless meetings… not to mention getting picked on by his colleagues and even his manager owing to his soft, submissive nature… honestly, he was just getting sick of it. At the very least, he at least had plenty of time to relax when he came home, and the most perfect person in the entire world to wind down with. Slipping out of his shoes and loosening the windsor knot in his tie as he entered the apartment, the wolf prepared to greet his partner… and found him already standing in the living room, tail wagging side to side and a big, optimistic smile on his face. “Good evening, mi amor! I missed you.”
 
 
Despite the mood he was in, Seth’s lips curved into a faint smile and his tail wagged much more subtly as he embraced his boyfriend. “Thanks, Rafael, missed you too.”
 
 
The pair performed their nightly ritual, briefly kissing on the lips before splitting apart and heading for the couch nearby. Even 3 whole years after they’d started dating, Seth had to admit: It was nothing short of a miracle that they had met, and then managed to fall for each other. Seth wasn’t special. He was a 25-year-old arctic wolf of average height and weight, coated in fluffy white fur from head to toe. His only distinguishing features were his deep, glittering blue eyes. Often, Seth felt as if he was the most basic person alive. Basic in species, basic in appearance, basic in personality, even basic in his occupation. Rafael, however… he was perfect. His fur was a mottled tan-brown with a creamy underbelly, messy-looking and yet still as soft and huggable as a clean pillow. He possessed perky ears, glittery emerald eyes, clean white teeth and a body that was plump and curvy in aaaaallllll the right places. He was friendly, funny, and sensitive, with a light, chipper tone to his speech. Not to mention, sexually dominating and WONDERFUL in bed. The day they’d happened to meet, Seth thought, had been the luckiest day of his entire life. He swore that when he had a bit more money, he might buy a ring and organize a wedding… but that would have to wait for the future. For now, he’d have to enjoy the chipper coyote’s company. “So, babe, how was your day at work?” Rafael asked, pecking him on the cheek and making him blush.
 
 
“Same old, same old, I guess. I always feel tense as shit when I get home.”
 
 
“Oh? Well, perhaps I can help you out, give you a nice little massage, mmm, babe?”
 
 
The wolf practically melted as he felt the yote’s strong paws get to work on his shoulders, untangling the knots in his muscles and making him feel nice and loose. Shit, that was another thing Seth loved about Rafael: he was so good at massaging him, fingers squeezing and rubbing in all the right places. After a few minutes, the latino canine shifted his hands downwards, slowly rubbing down his chest and making the white wolf blush and whine… before they suddenly squeezed at his trim, shirt-coated belly, causing his face to turn a whole shade deeper and his muzzle to elicit a subconscious bark. “D-Dear, that’s s-sensitive…”
 
 
“Oh, I know.” The coyote teased. “That’s why I’m going to put myself in there someday.”
 
 
“I told you, I’m not gonna kill you for 2 or so hours of pleasure.”
 
 
“Awww, are you sure? I feel like you’d be a really good pred…”
 
 
“Yes, I’m sure, dear.” Seth replied, smiling as he gently removed Rafael’s paws from his stomach, even though part of him wanted them to linger. “But, while we’re on the topic of sex… didn’t we have something planned for tonight?” He asked rhetorically. Everything had already been set up a week ago over text messages and casual conversations. Regardless, Rafael played along, cocking his head and wagging his tail as he wrapped an arm around his partner’s shoulder. “I don’t know, can’t say I remember, babe.”
 
 
“Awww, come ooooonnnn… didn’t you at least buy the rope?”
 
 
“I was supposed to buy rope?” The coyote asked, looking puzzled.
 
 
Seth’s heart skipped a beat and his face sank. He genuinely believed, for a few seconds, that his carefully laid plans for their evening had been completely wrecked by his boyfriend’s forgetfulness… until Rafael cackled and clapped his hands together, standing up and leaving the room. When he returned, he was holding in his hand a large bundle of sexy black rope… and he was missing his shirt, his soft pecs and furry potbelly poking out for Seth to admire. The wolf certainly ate the eye candy, staring intensely with his hands placed on his lap, feeling himself start to grow hard. “Of course I got the rope.” Rafael said. “And it’s quality fetish stuff too. Extra smooth, exquisite firmness, cosas así. It’s gonna be a fun night, I think.”
 
 
“Oh, I think so too.” Seth replied, starting to grin eagerly. “Can’t wait to feel your cock pounding me and filling me with your sperm while I can do nothing but squirm.”
 
 
“And I can’t wait to hear the sound of your moans filtered through a ball gag.”
 
 
Seth looked down. His erection was poking at his pants, and he needed to get out of them, like, RIGHT NOW. He was so horny, he was almost aching. “Well then, s-shall we begin?”
 
 
“Con placer, mi amor. Follow me.”
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“Ok… all set?”
 
 
“Yep, you got it, now tie me up already, babe…”
 
 
“Ah-ah. Say the magic word…”
 
 
“...Pleeeeeaaaaaase.”
 
 
Rafael nodded, producing a collar from behind his back. It looked like a typical dog collar… black leather, shiny metal buckle, and a little bone tag with the word “WOLFY” branded upon it… but it was far too big for most feral dogs. No this collar was meant for Seth and for Seth only. To his very core, the wolf was a subby little bitch, desiring nothing more than to be walked all over and fucked so hard in the ass that he couldn’t sit comfortably for days. His ancestors would probably be ashamed, but Seth couldn’t care less. His cock throbbed, pulsing so hard it almost hurt, at the mere thought of having a cock or a tongue stuffed into his delicate hole…
 
 
…GOD, he hoped Rafael would hurry up already and just tie and gag him.
 
 
The nude yote walked up to him, nude muscles flexing, clean fur faintly glossy under the light, holding the collar tightly. “Ok, first things first, let’s get my good boyfriend’s tag on…” he teased, as Seth felt the smooth, firm leather wrap around his neck. Before he knew it, Rafael had taken his hands away, leaving a tightly-fitted collar with an adorable tag hanging from it, putting juuuuuust the right amount of strain on the wolfy sub’s windpipe. “Perfecto…” he mumbled, happy with his work as he blushed. “Now, kneel on the bed for me so we can REALLY prepare…”
 
 
Whining happily, Seth obeyed, getting onto their shared white bed and placing himself on his knees, even prematurely placing his wrists behind his back, like a good little prisoner. Soon, he felt the tightening of rope around his limbs. First were his ankles, a decently tight knot being used by the naughty yote, to keep him from getting back onto his footpaws. Then came the wrists, so that he wouldn’t be able to move his hands and try and resist whatever the pudgy canine had in store for him. “Mmm… just one step left, babe…”
 
 
With those words, Rafael soon produced a piece a black bandana, claws pinching the corners as he gave a full, sharp-toothed grin with his perfect white teeth and bedroom eyes. Seth didn’t need to be told what the bandana was for. He just blushed and bit his lip, whimpering submissively. “Fuck… do it…” he moaned quietly, and Rafael obliged. The wolf slowly closed his eyes, and waited for the inevitable to occur. There was the tortuous anticipation of nothing for several seconds. Then, the sudden sensation of fabric being pressed against his face and wrapped around his head, making him emit an involuntary “mmf!”. Tighter did the blindfold become, his boyfriend making sure to tie it firmly in place. Not a shred of light was going to get through to those cute blue eyes. He’d be trapped in complete, pitch black darkness, deprived of one of his most basic senses… just the way he liked it. “Ok, that should be good…” Rafael mumbled before removing his hands from the knot in the blindfold. Seth could hear him place his paws and the mattress and giggle lightly, his soft voice forming calming, lavender images in his mind’s eye. “Sit still, mi amor…”
 
 
Feeling horny, his cock throbbing and pulsing, Seth did what he usually did at this stage of the setup. He started to wag his fluffy tail, the appendage making fwapping sounds against the bedding, and his rough pink tongue stick from his open, smiling mouth as he panted, just like the dog he was. Soon, he believed this obedient pup would be getting a special “ball” as his reward. He waited patiently in his awkward bound kneeling position, eagerly keeping his mouth open for the ball gag to be stuffed in. A few seconds passed. Nothing happened. Seth was so stiff it almost hurt. His painting slowly slowed and his tongue slowly retracted back into his maw. This was taking a little longer than usual… had Rafael left the gag in another room? He hadn’t heard any footsteps leaving, though…
 
 
“Babe? Aren’t you going to gag me-uurrrkk!! Mmggmff!?”
 
 
Finally, Seth got his gag, though not the one he wanted. He choked and retched as his mouth and throat were aggressively invaded by what felt like… hands and wrists? The furry appendages brushed against his tongue, slathering themselves with drool to lubricate their descent. As they got shoved in deeper, Seth was forced to absorb their taste… they were like well cooked, well-seasoned beef, thick and meaty, with a bit of what seemed to be red pepper for taste. “Mmmffggg!!” he moaned, protesting as his reflexes forced him to swallow, dragging the furry arms inside in a heaving gulp. Suddenly, as his mind searched for an explanation to his predicament, the coyote’s voice returned to his twitching ears… but instead of lavender, the colors they formed in his mind were… warm, lusty shades of pink.
 
 
“Thaaaaaat’s it… agradable y fácil, tan sumisa… just keep swallowing, mi amor, do as I say…”
 
 
The wolf’s eyes bulged beneath the black fabric blinding him, and he gagged as Rafael pushed even more of himself inside… shit, shit, shit! That damn fatal vore fetish of Rafael’s… he should’ve fucking known he’d find a way to force it on him some day. But even if he really wanted it, more than anything, even, he couldn’t let it happen! Seth wanted to have dinners and movie nights and bondage sessions and early morning snuggles with him for years to come… and he couldn’t do that if the yote was padding out his ass! He had to find a way to stop… this… why did this feel strangely good? Sure, his first taste of coyote meat had proven delicious, but… why did his face feel so hot? And why hadn’t his boner gone away? Was… was he ENJOYING this?
 
 
“Mmmmmfff-GLRKK!! Agk-gmmff!!”
 
 
“Sh-sh-sh, lo sé, lo sé, just let me slide in like butter… it’ll be easier than you think.”
 
 
Seth was absolutely helpless, his tied hands unable to reach his boyfriend’s head and yanking it from his maw. His muzzle was tickling the back of his throat… and his cheeks felt so warm too… blushing, he was blushing. But that meant… Seth was blushing… was he blushing? No, stay focused! He had to spit him out! “Nnn-GLLKK!!” The wolf struggled as he swallowed the head and neck, soon moving down to his longtime lover’s shoulders and chest. He shouldn’t-h-he shouldn’t be doing this!! Or enjoying it!! But Rafael… he was… he was just so tasty… his throat muscles involuntarily relaxed, inviting more of the eager coyote in as he pushed himself deeper. The collar made a loud sound as it snapped off, its remains falling from his bulging neck to the floor below. The impromptu pred writhed, moaning as his tongue brushed against the meaty body he’d cuddled so closely every night. Already, part of Rafael was entering his belly, and Seth could feel his skin stretch to an uncomfortable degree to contain him. It was so difficult… but… hot?
 
 
GULLKK!!!
 
 
Bit by bit, inch by inch, the coyote got packed away… his doughy, chewy stomach brushed against Seth’s sharp wolf teeth, and he tried his best not to cut his boyfriend on them. Following soon afterwards came the long, firm cock that usually got shoved in his mouth on nights like this, and the round, firm rump on the other side of him. These were really the most flavorful parts of a bizarre, guilty experience, and Seth actually quite enjoyed Rafael’s tail brushing the roof of his mouth and his manhood rubbing over his tongue, twitching slightly. Finally, with nothing else he could do, he decided to just tilt his head back and try and get the whole yote down. He felt the sliding legs as gravity tugged…
 
 
ULLPP!!
 
 
“A-Aaah! Fuck…”
 
 
Seth could FEEL the weight shift in his body, his stomach bloat and swell and strain as a whole entire person was stuffed inside and crumpled up… and all of that weight happened to slam into one very sensitive part of his body as it found its place in his middled. The canine visualized a strange sort of pink euphoria, barely even realizing what was happening as his cock gave into the pleasure and released its load. A few seconds later, he was gasping, panting as he realized his now-flaccid cock had painted a decent amount of the underside of his belly with warm cum, and with this blindfold on, there was no telling how much had gotten into the bedding, or on the floor. “F-Fuck, dear, whyyy…”
 
 
From what he could feel, he was still kneeling on the mattress, nude with his ankles together and his hands behind his back, in no position to do… anything, really. His swollen, aching gut felt heavy, forcing him to lean slightly forward on his knees, like his torso was tied to a heavy weight. The poor wolf felt… he felt woozy and pained and achy and overstuffed… but most of all, he was worried. Worried about his boyfriend who was now sitting in his gurgling, groaning stewpot of a stomach.
 
 
GRRRRRRRGGG
 
 
“D-Dear, what the fuck…” he whined, pressing his face against his gut’s warm surface, feeling an occasional uneven lump against his cheek. “You just… just made me s-swallow you whole…”
 
 
“Yeah, and it’s just as good as I imagined!” Rafael cheerfully replied, heavy undertones of lust and love obvious in his muffled voice. “I’ve been wanting to do this for soooooo long… eventually, I realized I’d just have to do it myself!”
 
“W-What the fuuuuck… babe…”
 
 
GUUOOOORRRRGGG
 
The coyote raised his voice a bit to be heard over the increasing symphony of lupine digestion, and Seth could hear a light slosh as his bellied boyfriend moved his paw and pressed it against the top of the stomach to rub his face through the flesh. “I was thinking I’d drug you or something, maybe with a mimosa, those are your favorite…”
 
 
“Mmmff…”
 
 
“But then I realized feeding yourself to unconscious people is really hard. Plus, it just wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t awake for it. So eventually, I settled on getting you tied up for a bondage night and then making myself the gag! Now my greatest desire is finally coming true, I’ll get to be with y-”
 
 
“B-Babe, my stomach is gonna KILL you!! I-I have to get you out, I-”
 
 
“Of course it will, mi amor!” the yote’s clawed finger poked upwards, bulging in front of Seth’s quivering muzzle, as if to shush him. “You really think I didn’t know that? Almost since we fell in love, I’ve wanted to be eaten by you… It’s just soooooooo hot, thinking about my body sustaining a hot wolf like you, a top pred!
 
 
“I-I can’t-UURRPP!!”
 
 
“Shshsh, Just relax… I finally got what I wanted, you get a lovely meal, and I’ll be able to be united with you for all time on your cute, sexy hips… Honestly, Seth, this is so much better than some silly ring.”
 
 
The wolf became aware he was feeling a bit… exhausted. His eyelids were becoming heavy beneath the darkness of the blindfold, and his breathing was slowing… he was losing the will to move, to struggle against his bindings… he just wanted to rest. BRRRRRRUUUUUUPPPP!!! A loud belch slid from his lips, and he whimpered. “Please… I-I don’t wanna digest you, Rafael… I-I love you…”
 
 
GRRRRWWWLLL
 
 
GRRRRGGGLLL
 
 
“Shshsh… It's ok, it’s alright… no te preocupes por eso, se acabará antes de que te des cuenta... Esto es todo lo que quería, muchas gracias... Te amo, mi amor…”
 
 
Seth felt another URRRRPPF!! rumble out of his gullet in a cloud of coyote-scented gas, then started to fall into unconsciousness as his soon-to-be-dead love happily growled, rubbing his stomach walls passionately. The warm, confusing colors faded from his mind’s eye, replaced with the dull black of rest.
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“Damn it, Rafael… look at me!”
 
 
The subby, shirtless wolf whined, blushing as he pinched his now-pudgy stomach with both hands, staring himself down in the mirror. His slim figure was a thing of the past, no thanks to his horny ex. Now he was all soft and doughy, his gut round, his thighs thick with love handles stacked on top, his butt wobbly and squishy, and plump calves strong enough to support all of this new weight. If there was one bright side here, it was that the weight gain had largely dodged his chest, so no moobs for his coworkers to poke fun at.
 
 
It had been a couple days since Rafael had ended his life inside of Seth’s broiling stomach. Seth’s landlord thankfully found him the next morning, passed out stomach down on the cum-stained bed with a belly full of digested coyote. Something about a noise complaint… it didn’t really matter. After sorting everything out with the police and with Rafael’s family, he sort of just… ran on autopilot. He laid around, he updated some of his online profiles, he made a sluggish trip to the bathroom for the “official” breakup, so to speak… it had been a lot. It was quite difficult for the white wolf to acknowledge that Rafael was truly, permanently gone. The coyote was so full of life, so friendly and romantic and chipper… and he was just fat now. Worse was the fact that Rafael had tricked Seth. He had WANTED to be vored, to die in his strong pred stomach for years, and he’d finally crossed the threshold when Seth was tied up and blindfolded and couldn’t do anything to stop it. He’d even mentioned that he’d considered drugging Seth to make his fantasy come true… it was quite a lot to process. It would likely take the wolf months to reconcile his mental image of a perfect, loving boyfriend forged over 3 years with what that boyfriend had done and admitted to thinking of doing to him in his final moments. At the very least, it would turn Seth off to bondage for life and give him severe trust issues.
 
 
One of the few real upsides of this whole situation was that Seth’s workplace bullying had gotten less severe. He wasn’t sure why, but he guessed that his coworkers saw his new weight, correctly assumed he had eaten someone, and were now steering clear of him so they wouldn’t be next. Rafael sticking up for him from beyond the grave, he supposed.
 
 
Still, ever since that fateful night, there had been two voices battling in his head, and their arguments were especially tense as he stood in front of the mirror, glaring at his plump ass. The first voice was soft-spoken and reasonable. It told him that this was a horrible thing he’d done, even if it wasn’t his idea. That he should try and move on from this incident and forge a new life with a new boyfriend who was just as dominating, but less willing to throw away his life for pleasure. The second was but a mild, teasing whisper.
 
 
“You should eat more guys. You deserve so much more tasty meat in you. You know you enjoy it, perv.”
 
 
Seth whimpered and bit his lip hard.