“Umm… dad…” Tim’s head poked up from its resting place on Ten’s stomach. The mismatched white tiger and rabbit pair had finished their latest bout of father-son sex awhile ago and had been lying quietly together since. The little brown rabbit’s voice squeaked nervously. “Can I ask you something?” This had been on his mind for a while now, but he never knew how to broach the subject.

“Of course. You can ask me anything.” Ten’s large white paw came to rest on top of Ten’s head, tousling his long bunny ears. This was odd behavior for the little guy. It had been several months already since the single white tiger had adopted the 8-year-old under the old abandonment law. In that time they had grown very close. Ten was the father, sibling, and friend that Tim had lacked in the overrun home of his birth where he’s slipped through the cracks and become the invisible one. Though their relationship did have an odd side, especially considering how they’d met.

“Umm. Are you, are you able to stop… in the middle?”

The cryptic question caught Ten off guard. He didn’t know what Tim was talking about. “Stop in the middle of what bud?” He raised and eyebrow and looked at his son confused. Could he be wanting to put a stop to their sex?

“When you’re…” How should he put this? “...eating someone. Can you stop and spit them back up when they’re halfway down?” He just blurted it out then quickly turned away embarrassed to have asked.

Ten was a predator. One of a dwindling breed of people who still exorcised their rights from the feral days to hunt and eat others - vore as it had come to be called. Or at least, they had. Those rights had recently been revoked and the acts were now illegal. Ten, Tenlon was his full name but those close to him shortened it just to Ten, had encountered Tim shortly before that change in laws, and Timmy had been his prey. He’d hunted him down, caught and raped him in the woods beside the park across the street, and had been about to eat him. Tim pleaded for his life and offered a deal which had saved it at the time.

“Umm.” The question caught him even more by surprise. He hadn’t been expecting that at all. “I don’t really know. I never tried… Why do you ask?” The subject of vore hadn’t come up between them for a while.

“I keep… thinking about Brandon…” Brandon had been one of Tim’s many older brothers. A bully and a pain in his butt. Part of the deal Timmy had struck for his life was that he would lure other cubs for Tenlon to eat instead of him. Brandon was the first and only one to endure that fate before the new laws had been passed, but more importantly their relationship had grown to the point that the deal was thrown out.

“You… don’t feel bad about that. Do you?” Ten hated to think that Tim felt guilty over luring his brother to his death.

“No!” The answer may have been a bit too quick. “I keep wondering what it felt like. Especially since I nearly went the same way…” Of course Tim had been there when Brandon was eaten. He’d given his brother a blowjob while Ten raped him, and then watched the fear in his brother’s eyes as he was swallowed whole.

Well that was unexpected. “Are you saying you want me to eat you?”

“Well… not all the way… Just wonder what it would feel like.”

“Geez kiddo. I don’t know. I’ve never tried to do that. You know it’s a tight squeeze?”

“I know. I’ve been thinking about it a lot… can we try?” He looked at Ten with big puppy-like eyes, something he’d picked up from his half-wolf friend Josh.

“You really want this don’t you?” He thought about it for a minute stroking Tim’s head. “I think I better try and practice a bit first. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

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Ten spent the next couple of weeks practising regurgitating a half swallowed meal. It proved to be a more difficult prospect than one would think.

He started simple with one of his large steaks that he enjoyed. Swallowing it in a single gulp and trying to force it back up once it was halfway down. He nearly choked the first couple of times. The muscles which had been trained to work one way just didn’t want to go in reverse. It wasn’t exactly natural to swallow something bigger than your head in the first place.

Gradually he was able to cough up his meal - it was literally that the first few times. He actually had to use his paws to help push it up from the outside, and it came up with a good deal of gagging and sputtering. It was a messy ordeal, bringing some bile and other stomach contents up in the process. Eventually it grew easier and he was to reverse the swallow through his throat muscles alone, and without the added mess from his stomach.

Tim was growing more eager to have a go, but he still worried that something could go wrong. He wanted to practice on some live prey. Something moving, that would struggle or fight back. Just to be sure that he didn’t reflexively keep going with squirming prey. So he practice his new “skill” with various feral animals. First small, rats and mice, but finally bringing in a feral rabbit. The movement didn’t prove to be a problem.

Finally he was ready to fulfill Tim’s wish.

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Tim was bouncing excitedly. He shouldn’t be this excited about being “eaten”. It had started as just an embarrassing curiosity over what he would have gone through and what he lured Brandon in to, but while he’d been forced to wait the desire had grown. Now he was really looking forward to it, no matter how it ended up feeling.

“Alright, calm down a little there bud. Don’t want to end up kicking me in the face.” They’d decided to do the deed in their bedroom. “You wanna fuck first or just get to it?” Tim had the legendary libido of his species and was always ready to go, even if he was still too young to get an erection and fuck anyone himself.

“We can do that anytime. Cooome Ooonnn.”

“Ok. Ok.” Ten sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned Tim in front of him. “Now you speak up if you want to call it off at any time.” He’d never ‘eaten’ a willing prey before.

Tim nodded, his white puff of a tail wiggling excitedly. It was really going to happen. He was lifted off the ground by two large paws beneath his shoulders. Raised up above Ten’s head he watched his dad lean back and his mouth gape wide open below him. Saliva dripped from the carnivore’s fangs, and he saw the tunnel-like thoat twitch and swallow once in anticipation. A small amount of trepidation crept over him.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it though, Ten was already lowering him towards that yawning chasm. Heading in feet first he decided to give his ‘predator’ a little hand, or foot as it were. He stretched one large rabbit’s foot down into the waiting mouth where his toes came to rest lightly on the slick tongue.

Ten’s eyes shifted to meet his Tim’s eyes over the curve of his nose. A hint of a smile curled the corners of his mouth, and he lowered his prey faster.

With no traction the paw slid effortlessly down the tongue toward the clenching throat beyond. His second paw was passing the row of teeth when the first sank into the dark tunnel. It was host wet and tight, squeezing all around his foot. He wiggled his toes experimentally and giggled. It was a strange sensation, and it felt too tight to accept anymore. Part of him didn’t believe it was possible to swallow someone whole, but he’d seen it done before.

He hadn’t noticed that Ten had stopped lowering him until the pinkie on Ten’s paw nudged at the back of his hip and he made a slight grunting sound. His eyes shifted from the throat to Ten’s eyes, which flicked towards his unextended foot, a slight bob of the head and flick of the tongue also accompanying the gesture. “Oh, right.” Ten had told him that he would need to swallow the legs together, and that he would be unable to breath the whole time, so they wouldn’t be able to just play around and draw things out.

His second foot extended toes first and with a squishing sound joined the first down the throat. Which somehow stretched to accommodate the doubled girth in its grip. Once inside he felt a rippling swallow. A series of muscles clenched in succession pulling his feet deeper into the warm wet confines. He watched his heels disappear into the tight flesh tube.

Swallow after swallow followed pulling him deeper. It wasn’t long before his knees disappeared from view and the squeezing muscles started to work their way up his thighs. At that point his butt came to rest on his predator’s tongue. The swallows paused just briefly at that point. Ten’s tongue flicked over his butt sheath and balls, and teasingly poked at his tailhole. He’d see him do the same thing to Brandon, licking his own cum out of the recently raped hole, but there was currently no cum in his own hole for that tongue to find.

The playful poke didn’t last long before he felt another swallow. This one much stronger than the gentle constant pull that had taken in his lower legs in. He squeaked in surprise as he suddenly sank in up to the bottom of his butt. The throat muscles gripped him tighter now. They stretched wider and fought harder to pull down his increasing girth.

Each swallow came further apart, and he sank less on each pull, the tight confines struggling to accommodate his hips. With a sudden lurch his butt moved past the throat’s opening and he settled down to his waist. The quick movement surprised Tim causing him to squeak.

It got tighter than he expected as he began to sank faster again. The throat squeezed all around his stomach and things grew uncomfortable. A bit of panic started when he sank down to his chest. The compression forced the breath from his body and made it difficult to breath. They had never discussed how far in he would go before Ten spat him back up, and he started to worry a little.

Ten had to fight the urge to keep following his instincts and finish off his prey. Realizing they never set how far to go he decided to give Tim the closest to a full experience as he could.

Tim panicked more. Ten didn’t seem to be stopping. His chest continued to disappear until his arms, which had not been left at his sides and swallowed down, started to be forced to rise above his head by the corners on his predator’s mouth. He dropped down to the base of his neck, and Ten’s mouth began to close around him.

Really afraid now, he tried to cry out, but his chest was compressed too tightly and only a feeble squeak came out. His arms began to flail in hopes of getting Ten’s attention and bringing things to a stop.

Ten felt the flailing and grinned. He pushed things just a little bit further, closing his lips around Tim’s arms, but he knew it would be getting difficult to breath for his son. His mouth opened wide once more and he willed his muscles to work in the opposite direction. His prey’s descent stopped and began to make its way up the way it had come.

The journey out of the throat went quicker. In no time Tim’s feet were being extracted. He flopped down onto the bed panting, his fur a sticky saliva covered mess. “I thought you were really going to swallow me for a minute.”

“Well, you wanted to know what it felt like to be prey.” Ten pulled him into a spoon and rested his chin on top of his head. “But you know what else we do with prey don’t you…”

Tim yelped in surprise.

Ten popped a boner while swallowing Tim down, and he now lined it up with his saliva-lubed ass and drove it in with one sudden thrust. His hips set into their well known motion of fucking his son.

Tim’s head leaned back to plant a kiss on Ten’s cheek. “I love you dad.”

“Me too you little rascal.”