Hello, hungry predators and delicious prey~! This story was a YCH, featuring three characters:

James from {fa:JamesTheFox17}
Dunken from {fa:AFoxCalledDunken}
Luca from {fa:WavegapeLuca}

In it, James loses a game of pool against Dunken, ending with some serious consequences for the fox~ And once he’s gone, Luca gets to eat the leftovers~

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This story contains: MxM, oral vore, digestion, disposal, shit-eating, toilet play, toilet slavery

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	Clack, clack, clack… every ball on the pool table rolled into place, hitting each other one after another, a chain reaction leading to three balls filling the pockets. Dunken licked his lips, leaning back, standing triumphant over the table.

	“Wow, you’ve got more skill at this than I expected,” James said, lining up his next shot. Sweat beaded on his forehead - he’d won every single game in a row so far, but it looked like this one might be where his streak finally ends… and at Club Clover, such a loss was going to have some consequences.

	Dunken was a dog, 5’6, his whole body covered in a thick layer of fur, colored with bluish grays and blacks. His tail, hair, and eyes were all the same cyan color, as was his shaft, hanging freely between his legs, hard as the pool cue. His opponent, James, was a fox, slightly taller and much larger, his belly looking ready to pack the entirety of Dunken’s body away without trouble. His fur was orange and white, his eyes a shade of emerald. He held his cue stick with black paws, knuckles tight, nervous. 

	Club Clover was far from any normal club. It was full of students from Misteria University all interested in the kinkier sides of the party life - the extremely kinky, that is. If the almost complete lack of clothing wasn’t enough, all you had to do was look to the stage - the pole dancers were doing far more than a simple strip tease. However, James, Dunken, and a small group of onlookers were focused on something entirely different. 

	Club Clover was more than just kinky - it could be dangerous. Of course, everyone inside knew what they were getting into - there were plenty of warnings plastered around the entrance, and the bouncers were pretty particular about controlling who went in - but still, you had to be careful. One of the main kinks the club’s patrons most wished to explore was vore, and there were few performers or customers who would be interested in spitting up their meal after swallowing. If you got too close to the stage, you had the potential to be a victim… though, most people over there were probably hoping for just that.

	And another way you could become a victim… was at one of the many games scattered around. Pool tables and other classic bar sports dotted the edges of the club, just like the one Dunken and James were currently at. However, it wasn’t the table that made their particular match special - it was the players. Almost every night, James was at this same table, inviting anyone to challenge him at all, with the condition that whoever lost would be swallowed by the winner. His stomach’s size had grown considerably since he started - usually, his intimidation tactics and general appeal had shaken most of his opponents easily enough that he hardly needed to put an effort in (so far, everyone had seemed to be more interested in losing than winning). However, Dunken was different. He’d kept his cool, and, even though he wasn’t great at pool, he was getting crazy lucky. James gulped; he felt his heart beating loud. He was starting to think this might be his last game.

	He focused all he had into his next shot… and knocked the eight ball into the top left hole. His eyes widened; the onlookers gasped. That was it - he’d completely fumbled. He looked to the winning dog, his cock throbbing harder than it had the entire time he’d been there, bottom lip between his teeth. “So…” he spoke. “I guess it’s your win~” He found himself far more excited than he was scared - he loved to be the predator more than anything, but there was something especially exciting about being the prey. You could only do it once, after all.

	“Looks that way~” Dunken chuckle, throwing his cue onto the table, licking his lips. He bared his fangs, sharp and deadly-looking, shining. Just as it was rare to see James as prey, it was rare to see him as a predator, but he wasn’t complaining. He’d found such a delicious-looking meal, after all. 

	James shook with delight. His cock throbbed needily. He barely held off from touching it, knowing that the second he did, he was going to burst, and he wanted to wait until he was in his predator’s belly for that. He closed his eyes and bent down a bit, getting on Dunken’s level. “Well? Don’t make me wait~”

	“Well then, down the hatch~” Dunken opened his mouth, wide as he could, drool dripping from the points of his molars, making webs of saliva between his teeth. James opening his eyes to look at the fleshy inside; it was extremely wet, his breath hot as it approached. Finally, he gently bit his maw down on James’ own snout, giving it a little taste, before widening his mouth even further, and further… then shoving James inside. 

	He started by getting the fox’s whole had in, bulging out of his cheeks. It was extremely humid and wet inside, drool dripping all over him, also dark - he could smell stomach acid and digestive fluids… there was no going back now. The dog knelt down, grabbing James by the waist, and continuing to shove him deeper and deeper inside, his mouth contorting to fit the huge figure inside. He swallowed and gulped, over and over, his throat moving and contracting, slowly dragging James in deeper and deeper. The pred soon reached the waist, throwing his head back, holding the fox by the thighs and continuing to swallow. The dog traced his tongue along every bit of his meal, enjoying it, savoring the taste; he soon found it going around something thick, hard, beating like a heart. He stopped swallowing for a moment to give his prey’s shaft a few good, wet, tender strokes; James’s legs visibly shook from outside Dunken’s mouth, an inaudible moan exiting from the pred’s stomach as his maw was filled with cum, hot and sticky. No surprise - he’d been on the verge of losing it ever since Dunken got that lucky shot. Hot with horny lust, he felt the last of his calves sliding further down the dog’s gullet, gulp by gulp, until only his feet remained outside, disappearing into the maw. 

	Dunken let out a loud burp, holding his stomach. It was extremely large, much like James’, but even more so - it was quite clear that he’d just had a substantial meal. He stood from his seat and waddled to the bathroom, feeling his prey still wriggling and moving around in his belly - it was a very nice sensation. He felt more full than he ever had before… and more horny, too. 

	It was hard to move around with such a stomach, but he eventually made his way into the bathroom, entering the last stall, locking it, and sitting down on the porcelain throne with enough weight to crack a normal toilet seat (Club Clover’s toilets were made to handle this sort of thing, of course). As he sat there, listening to the melodic sounds of his belly’s gurgling, the wet, thick, slimy noises ringing from his digestive system, the stomach getting smaller and smaller as time went on, he couldn’t help but grab his cock. He wrapped his paw around it, and gently slid it up and down, going faster as his prey digested. It was so wonderful - his body felt so hot, sweat dripping from him, his legs shaking! He’d never been so hard - he ignored the rough texture of his paws on his sensitive shaft, paying it no mind, focused on nothing but his own pleasure. Finally, the last quiet little gurgles rang from him, and he came into the toilet, a huge, hard load pumping from him like a fire hose, splashing into the water. 

	He huffed, panted, leaning back, smiling happily. He’d never felt so good in his entire life, and his stomach still carried a bit of belly fat - a triumphant sign of his victory over his prey, now reduced to nothing but waste. Speaking of which, Dunken felt a pretty serious need to let out all of that waste - his horniness quickly rushed back to his system. This part was going to be wonderful.

	Though, in his rush to make it to the bathroom, the dog had failed to notice a flyer on the door, explaining that this stall’s toilet was a part of the toilet slave program at Club Clover. He had no idea that he was about to fill some poor person’s stomach with his waste… though, if he had known, he only would’ve been even more excited.

	Far below that porcelain toilet, Luca the cat kneeled on the ground. Their eyes were hidden behind a black blindfold, nose plugged, ears muffled. Their arms and legs were all tied tight - they couldn’t move an inch. All they could do was just swallow whatever came down the huge clear tube in their mouth, connected directly to the toilet above. It was a disgusting job, and it wasn’t exactly Luca’s idea.

	Their partner, Lex, a lamia who’d taken a liking to the cat (seeing them as more of a pet than a romantic partner) had suggested Luca sign up for this. Being the loyal servant they were, they immediately agreed, even as they were a tad nervous about it - the job sounded pretty rough… but Luca did have quite a love for shit-eating. And their master knew best. It was their first day on the job, though they had no idea how long they’d be there - they were still waiting for their first load.

	And now, it was finally coming.

	Dunken leaned forward and relaxed his body, loosening his digestive system, feeling the shit in his ass waiting to come out. It was a lot - the pressure was strong. He wouldn’t have been able to hold it in long if he wanted to. Thankfully, he didn’t. He gave just the slightest push and strain, tensing his body, and immediately, the shit flowed from him like soft serve.

	He sighed; the feeling of being emptied out was so wonderful, the relief intensely enjoyable. He barely had to put any effort in. His asshole spread open extremely wide, almost painfully so, to release his logs, thick and meaty. Each one was slimy but solid, interlaced with tons of big and small bones sticking out, along with tufts of fur. Orange, white, and a bit of black - clearly the remains of Dunken’s meal. He chuckled; that didn’t matter much now. 

	He kept shitting, sniffing in the smell - just as horrible as he expected, much worse than normal shit. He enjoyed it, though, taking it all in. His shit quickly filled the drain, piling higher and higher - it was a huge load, fitting of the large prey he’d eaten. He felt the shit beginning to touch his cheek, leaving a slimy little reminder of his victim. He chuckled, reaching to the toilet’s chain and giving it a tug. He spread his legs to watch as the big pile of waste swirled, round and around, slowly lowering until it was all sucked away. He wasn’t quite done, though - as soon as the flush finished, it was time for round two, and he was sure he wasn’t even half done.

	Luca’s ears were plugged far too perfectly for them to hear the rush of water and shit swirling down the pipes… but they certainly tasted it. The cat tensed in surprise as a huge load of nasty, solid, greasy shit entered their mouth, hitting their tongue and sliding right back into their throat. It came with an insane amount of speed and force, falling straight down, so fast that Luca had no chance to chew or even swallow - it just went right down their throat. Still, they gulped and swallowed, hoping it would make the process more manageable, but it was pointless - the shit had a mind of its own.

	The taste was abysmal, incredibly bitter. Luca’s body naturally rejected it, their gag reflex going off over and over again, but they couldn’t vomit - they were being pumped too fast to release anything from their mouth. Their throat bulged out, as did their stomach, being filled with shit at inhumane levels. Unfortunately for them, they were so far from being done.

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	Dunken wiped the last of the shit off his ass and flushed for the fifth time, now sending down a barrage of used toilet paper rather than any solid waste, unlike the other four flushes - turns out eating a predator produced quite a huge load of shit. He still felt amazing - amazing enough to stroke his meat and cum yet again. He would never forget that wonderful meal; he felt hungry for another already. As he stood from the seat, he couldn’t help but notice that his ass had gotten a bit bigger - seems being a pred had even more benefits than the simple joy of it. His tail wagged as he exited the stall.

	Meanwhile, Luca sat in their toilet slave chamber, the pipes clogged and backed up with shit, the cat desperately swallowing it all. Bit by bit, they were making their way through, but they really did feel like a clogged toilet. There was just so much - at least five different people must’ve been using the toilet already, they thought to themself. The bones were especially difficult to get down - Luca knew Club Clover had a reputation, so they weren’t too surprised, but man, they were difficult to swallow. Still, they were making their way through… and they were loving every moment of it. Their cock throbbed as did their heart, full of horny love and joy. They desperately wanted, no, needed more. This job was going to be a perfect fit for them.

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