Sometimes there's no malice involved. Sometimes, a lizard just wants to have some peace and quiet after his workout, and anyone unfortunate enough to be occupying the shower room at the time is as good as dead. That's what Vod, unlucky cat that he is, eventually found out by himself.
He was enjoying his time under the running hot water, as one does after a nice evening at the gym, though his attention was mostly focused on the other occupants. After all, how could he resist all those firm cheeks and the heavy, low-hanging members? The other guys were aware of his obvious stares, and were more than happy to give him a nice showing of their muscles, bulges, manhoods, anything that could get the cat even more flustered. And the cat, in return, was just loving the show, barely able to hide the hard-on poking from the orange undies that he kept wearing even in the shower. Things were going fine for a few minutes. And then the lizard showed up.

Before he even entered the room, the atmosphere shifted. His arrival was announced by muffled screams and loud gurgles, and by the heavy steps of someone who's carrying the equivalent of four, maybe five people inside of them. Everybody knew who he was, and they knew that one mistake, one false step, one weird look would mean never going home to their families again. The gym used to have a healthy balance of prey and predators before Toby's arrival. There was a disappearance or two every once in a while, hungry patrons getting away scot free thanks to all the profits they brought to the establishment through body building competitions. Security turned a blind eye on their antics, as long as they could get their hands on the victims' wallets before they reached lost-and-found. However, things took a drastic turn with Toby. The week after joining the gym, the lizard systematically hunted down all the other so-called predators, making a show of their mangled, broken bodies being digested by his nuts and stomach, no one dared interfere. No, given how terrifying their agonising screams were, no one would even think about trying to stop him and risking to suffer the same horrible fate.
And so, Toby had free reign to do as he pleased. The place essentially belonged to him. And yet, he didn't just go on a binge-eating streak, running the gym out of business. He didn't eat much at all, actually, to the surprise of employees and patrons alike. Of course from time to time he'd make entire rooms full of people disappear, but it was a comparatively rare event, at least considering how many predators before him there used to be. Sure, when he got hungry, he got really hungry, but now there was just one guy to worry about, instead of thirty or so. Business was booming.

Despite how ravenous Toby could be, he had never shown any interest in eating Vod. He and the cat often happened to meet due to having similar workout schedules, and over time they started chatting regularly and spotting each other. Turned out they had a lot in common, they could chat for hours without ever running out of things to say. Still, the tension was palpable. Vod knew that the lizard might snap at any time and end his life without a second thought. He never looked him in the eyes, afraid the predator would take it as a challenge. And he did his best to avoid staring at the impossibly large bulge, afraid the predator would take it as an invitation.
One evening, after months of joint workouts and casual fun, the lizard got tired of Vod's evasiveness, and resolved to do something about it. As the two were alone in the locker room, he decided to have him enjoy a very special private performance. He walked right up to him, sweaty bulge against the cat's face. Vod tried his best to look away, to avoid staring at the near-bursting underwear, to dodge the lizard's looks. And before he could even ask "what's up?" Toby grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him in. Just a few seconds later, Vod's mind was a complete blank. A few huffs of the lizard's strong musk, mixed with the scent of the constantly-leaking precum, had him paralysed. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't think. He could only inhale, exhale, and inhale again, this time more greedily. He felt safe, squished against the deadly predator's bulge. As if Toby was there to protect him, to make sure nothing bad would happen to him. All warm and cozy, the rhythmic, sloshing sounds of the lizard's cum tanks for the first time inspiring calm instead of fear. It was addicting, but Vod didn't care. He just wanted to stay like that forever, away from all the worries of the world. And after what felt like hours, Toby gently pulled himself away. He leaned down to give the dazed cat a kiss on the forehead, and gently whispered in his ear, "Thanks for being such a great buddy..."
Vod didn't leave the bench until closing time. He sat there in a trance, unable to conjure any thoughts that weren't related to the scent, the warmth, the sweet soothing voice. Eventually, after been yelled at three times by an employee, he snapped back to his senses, quickly picked his things up, and went home. He didn't wash his face for three days after that. He just couldn't bear the idea of losing the small traces of Toby's sweat and precum still sticking to his fur.

So, when the predator walked in the shower, Vod was the only one who could manage to stay calm and not just immediately start shaking with fear. After all, Toby was a friend. He'd seen him eat dozens of people by then, watching him as he worked had become a guilty pleasure, he'd even stopped trying to hide his bulge at that point. Vod knew he could lower his guard without repercussions. Oh, how wrong he was.
The first thing the lizard did was devour the two exhibitionists. That was easy enough. The first one couldn't react in time, he got his hand yanked towards the hungry appendage, and that was the end of him. He tried to fight back, to pull out, but the moment Toby got hold of one of his fingers, hia fate was already sealed. Didn't take long for the entirety of his body to be slurped down. The other guy, quite literally cornered, made a pathetic attempt at an escape, only to end up slipping on the wet shower floor and falling on the ground right in front of the lizard. The predator didn't eat him immediately. Instead, he lowered his bloated, squirming nuts right on the poor guy's chest. It was practically impossible to fight the weight of five body builders and a lizard combined, and so he was forced to listen to the agonising screams, the pops and snaps, the glorps and gurgles, as his friend's life was taken right in front of him. And as his balls finally settled, Toby pressed the tip of his mammoth-sized member against his victim's face, instantly muffling his final plea for mercy. Before long, only the lizard and the cat remained in the shower.
Vod couldn't help himself anymore, he just had to stroke one out to the carnage he was witnessing. Staring intensely at Toby's sack, he imagined how amazing it would feel to squish his face against that sloshing spunk furnace, feel its occupants melt down to nothing, take a nice, deep huff and inhale more of that sweaty, sexy goodness. He didn't even notice the scaly tail wrapped around his legs until it was too late. A quick pull, a tumble, a loud, wet, schlorping sound later, and he was knee-deep into the girthy monster.

He thought he'd be safe because they were friends. But in reality, friendship has nothing to do with whether or not one gets eaten. It won't doom you, it won't save you. If the lizard feels like eating, he eats, regardless of how much he cares for the people around him. And if the lizard is in the mood for a nice, quiet shower without anyone around, then he'll enjoy a nice, quiet shower without anyone around.

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This piece is a (late) birthday gift for my friend VodCat from FA! He's a super sweet guy, so go say hi and give him lots of love! If you can even find the sewer he's currently sloshing his way through, that is~
Art is by  Rufia, my favourite vore artist! I'm so happy to be finally commissioning him again <3

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