James and the ratels

By Strega 


"There's a man," the little male said.  "It has one of the long death-shooters."

The female ratel, several times the size of her lover ("mate" was too strong a word, as she tolerated rather than loved him and couldn't bear his cubs in any event) cautiously raised her head. Fearless as honey badgers were she was aware than humans could attack from a distance.

"Two more," the male snarled.  It was a familiar pair of tall, dark-skinned humans who led the lighter-skinned hunter.  The badgers knew the two guides and had no particular dislike for them. There was an unwritten agreement between guides like this and the animals allowing the guides to bring foreign hunters to this part of the savannah providing they warned the local wildlife about it.  The result was something like a fair contest despite the human's weapons and while the occasional hunter left with a skin from some incautious local animal, just as many of them ended up wearing a predator's skin while the creature was still in it.  The same thing happened to guides who broke the agreement, including the two who had worked the area immediately before this pair. "Ah, it's them."

The dark-skinned guides were gesticulating, explaining to their client what to look for and where to hunt.  It was immediately obvious that the lighter-skinned man didn't like or respect them in the slightest. The ones that treated the guides well had a measurably better chance of remaining outside a stomach and the female ratel, familiar with human body language from years of observation, saw at once that the light-skin saw the guides as mere servants and they in turn hated him for it. There was a veneer of politeness since one was paying the other and the second needed the money from the first, but there was no love lost.

"Do you want me to talk to the guides," the little male said when  he spied her interest. His larger lover shot him a look.

"Why?  I have no interest in mating with a human.". The female, unsatisfied with her small companion, tolerated him mostly because he would lead larger, more interesting lovers to her. Most recently there had been a cheetah, before that a local leopard, and he was still on the lookout for a male hyena.

"They hate him," the little male growled.  "Maybe he could make you a...lower meal." He made a low to the ground gesture. Though she was much larger, her short legs meant he still had to do that to point a paw at her sex.

"Hm," growled the female.  Her peculiarities didn't stop with her size.  The little male was very careful when he mated with her, because he'd seen several larger males sucked into her sex and digested. It was always a surprise to them, but surprised or not they went in. The little male knew the likely fate of the lovers he brought to her, but if he didn't make himself valuable, why would she let him mate?  She was four times his size and could easily overpower and eat him, or at best chase him away, if he didn't find her prey. For all that he loved her and was a loyal companion.

"He is an interesting shape," she growled.  "Those shoulders might be fun. And I've never had a human that way."

That night, as the two guides sat around a dying campfire, there was a shuffle of long-clawed paws and a one-eyed honey badger appeared at the edge of the firelight. The two were immediately wary, one putting his hand on a heavy ironwood club, but the badger sat down at a fair distance and spoke.

"My mistress desires a meal," the badger growled without preamble.  "Look the other way, and your client," he tilted his head at the white man's tent, "Will be gone."
The two guides shared a look.  "Your mistress is the large ratel we've seen?" The small male nodded. "Will there be a mess?" Asked the older of the two men.

"No mess," growled the ratel. "She will swallow him with her sex, and carry him off."

"With her what?" Said the younger guide. Though they were familiar with the talking wildlife there were still communication problems from time to time.  Maybe the badger was just confused.

"She will sit on him, suck him in," clarified the badger. "I know it is odd.  But she can do it. I have seen her swallow a whole cheetah and a leopard with her sex. She is confident that a man will fit too."

"What happens to them then," the older guide said.

"What do you think?  They go in, but only fur comes out," growled the ratel. "Or I suppose clothes, on a human. Her sex digests whatever it swallows. It is why I cannot give her cubs, hard though I try."

That was more information than they needed or really wanted, but the love life of honey badgers aside, the guides were interested.  One elbowed the other.

"I wouldn't mind seeing that," the younger said. The older smiled, and they carefully opened the tent flaps to their client's sleeping spot. Quiet as mice they stole away the man's rifle and knife and then watched with the greatest interest as a much larger ratel loomed out of the night. This one was the size of a hyena and they'd already seen her once with a man-shaped bulge, almost certainly one of their clients who went missing that same day. They had little doubt she could swallow a human but they'd assumed it was with her jaws.  

Maybe her jaws could unhinge, as so many local predators did. What they'd never expected was that she was as predatory at the other end, too. The older guide couldn't suppress a chuckle as the ratel stepped up over the sleeping man and their client started awake, blinking in confusion at the descending ratel-sex in the instant before it swallowed his face.

With a horrible wet squelch the man's entire head disappeared into her bulging sex and his arms flailed as he tried to defend himself.  One arm got tangled in the covers of his bedroll and quick as a flash the smaller ratel had his other wrist in its jaws to keep him from pushing the larger female off. The female reached down with her clawed forepaws to grip the man and let out a chattering growl as she forced her sex downward. The man's head and neck were already gone and the female shuddered with what could only be arousal as her elastic sex slowly stretched around their client's naked shoulders.

For a moment he stuck fast and the two guides watched with rapt attention as the ratels struggled with the thrashing man. He was as big as the female but ratels are enormously strong for their size and even the little male was easily able to hold his wrist and he might as well have tried to move a stone statue as shift the female.  She clutched the man's body between her paws, rocking back onto him with more and more force  until with a wet slurp her sex slid down over him all the way to the elbows. The male was watching for that and instantly let go his grip on the man's arm lest he be devoured himself.

Another chattering growl as the female squatted atop the man, engulfing him nearly to the waist. With his arms pinned to his sides their client could no longer defend himself at all and the smaller ratel sat back, watching as intently as the guides as his mate proceeded with her meal.

There was already a massive bulge in her furry abdomen and it shifted as the man looked for a way out of whatever dark, hot space her sex led to. His fingers clutched at the bedclothes as his wrists disappeared into the ratel's hungry sex and the little male rushed forward again to pluck the fabric from his grip. While he was there he took the man's underwear in his fangs and dragged it off his legs. Naked and defenseless the man was sucked whole into the female ratel's sex.

The female let out a shuddering growl and obscene contractions moved through the stretched fur around her sex. She was giving birth in reverse and as she grew more aroused her sex pulled the man in faster and faster. A grotesque sucking sound followed as the man's hips and hands were pulled into her sex and the guides had no doubt that she wasn't doing it just for the pleasure. She was making a meal of their client. They would have thought it impossible an hour before but who could argue with the evidence of their own eyes?

"No one's ever going to believe this," the younger whispered, and the older did not reply, his hand on the erection visible through his pants. There was no cell phone tower in fifty miles and neither even owned such a thing, borrowing one from their town-dwelling friends when they ventured into civilization. It was just the two of them seeing something that had probably never happened before, a man being swallowed alive by a ratel's sex.

With a shuddering growl the female arched, her flanks twitching as her arousal reached its peak. Her distended sex twitched and dripped as she came and with each pulse of orgasm another inch of naked while legs were sucked in. The great bulge in her middle shifted as the man, his arms now entirely inside her, tried to fight his way out.  Her hide was tough and her vaginal muscles powerful and the kicking legs were ingested bit by bit despite her prey's desperate effort to push them back out.

In the end she crouched, trapping his feet against the ground.  There was nowhere for his calves to go but into her sex and when she rose nothing remained outside but a pair of pale twitching feet dripping with her juices.  With a last chatter of lust the ratel arched, thrusting her rump at the air, and her sex finally resumed its usual shape as the feet were slurped in.

For a moment she kept arching, thrusting her rump at nothing as the bulge in her middle swelled.  Their client was entirely inside her now and fighting for his life. The inner struggle went on for at least a minute before the female stretched and tensed. What must be nearly all the air that went in with her meal emerged from her sex as a long wet belch and as the struggle finally diminished their client was reduced to a vaguely twitching bulge.  Whether or not she could really digest him in there, his fate was sealed.  Heat and lack of air would end him even if some curious digestive process didn't.

The ratel had what she'd wanted and stood, barely able to walk with a massive bulge nearly lifting her paws from the ground. The little male darted forward attentively to free her claws from a tangle of bedclothes and she waddled heavily out of the tent.

"Wait," the older guide said, and the horrfied younger brother saw him stand and pull down his pants. The erection that bulged through his pants before was fully rampant and the female ratel turned and gave him a sharp-eyed look.

"You are brave, man," she growled, and then she showed him her sex, moving her hindpaws wide apart and raising her tail  to make room for him behind her.

"Brother, don't," the younger guide begged.  "She will swallow you up too."

"She won't," his elder said confidently, and without another word he fell to his knees behind the ratel and slid his cock into her. His fingers dug deep into the stretched fur of her bulging flanks and she growled and thrust back against him as they coupled. The final few shivers were running through her distended belly, her meal kicking its last, when the older guide finally groaned and came.
"Not bad," the ratel growled, and her small mate grinned a sharp-toothed smile, perhaps of jealously, perhaps not. "You are better hung than the cheetah I had recently."

"And you," said the elder guide, but stopped.  The ratel turned heavily on her paws and looked at him.

"I am full and sated," she growled.  "If you have something to say that might get you eaten, now is the time to say it."

"You are tight for someone who just swallowed an entire man with her sex," the older guide said.  "And warm.  I was excited, next time I will last longer, if it pleases you."

"We shall see," the growled with a grin, and her little mate led the way as she waddled full-bellied out of the firelight.

"Brother," his junior said, "When I go to father one day soon I will have to say 'Here are my elder's shoes.  I have nothing else to show you as the rest was swallowed by a ratel's pussy'." 

"Not unless I put my hands or my face in," said the older guide reasonably.  "You saw her struggle to eat the American.  She couldn't pull me cock-first into her sex. It would have to be headfirst, or feetfirst."

"She is a ratel the size of a hyena, as strong as five men," his brother replied. "If she wants you to go in, you will go in, and then no one will believe what happened to you."

"Ah, but they will," the older said, and fastening his pants he entered the tent where their client had been devoured.  He reached under a canvas camp chair and came back with a digital camera. Like all such devices it would record video as well as still frames and he showed his brother the blinking red light on the screen.

"Started it going when we opened the tent for her," he said with a smile.

His brother slapped his forehead.  "I forgot about that! From the poacher who -"

"...Ended up inside a lioness. He didn't know how to talk to a lady.  I do." He lifted his shirt to show the set of four thin white scars on either hip.

"Then that lioness story..."

"All true," the older brother said.  "But I prefer this ratel.  Her I fucked without needing stitches afterward."

"I'll remember that when I watch your feet disappear into her sex," his brother said with a white-toothed smile, and with that the two set to going through their client's belongings.  Only now, upon finding his wallet, did they learn his name.  James, it had been, and they divided the credit cards and money their newest poacher client left behind with no trace of guilt.  After all, that man was on a trip through the curious digestive system of a ratel with a hungry pussy, what use did he have for material things now?