Harry and Elise

By Strega

Harry woke with a start, conscious at once of of the bindings that held his hands at his sides.  What had happened?  The last he remembered, he and his girlfriend had sat down for a drink at that little sidewalk cafe. Their sabbatical trip to rural Africa had been the best money they'd ever spent.  Right up until now.

He opened his eyes and there was Elise ten feet away, tied up as tightly as he was. She was nearly naked and he was too, in his case down to just his boxer shorts and her in a bra and panties.

"Honey?  What happened?  Were we kidnapped?" Harry rolled over on his side and squirmed closer.

They were lying on rough dirt surrounded by acacia bushes, and it was late afternoon judging by the angle of the shadows.  At least three small cameras were in view, two on tripods and one clipped to a bush. There were probably more he couldn't see and he was abruptly distracted from worming his way closer to Elise as a honey badger appeared out of the undergrowth.

"Shit," Harry snarled. "Get!  Shoo!" The badger proved as stubborn and aggressive as its reputation and bit into the ropes binding his girlfriend's ankles together and began to drag her away from him.  Harry's eyes went wide as a second, much larger honey badger appeared. This one was as big as himself and his girlfriend together and was far larger than he'd heard honey badger ever got.  It walked up and planted a long-clawed forepaw on Elise's breast, squeezing what would have been a scream down to a whimper.

"You get off her, you -" he was distracted by a huge, padded paw gripped his shoulder and rolled him onto his back.  It was a lioness, lithe and brown and at least as large as the honey badger atop his wife.

The lioness let out a low growl that almost sounded like a chuckle and lowered her head.  Harry yelped as her fangs scraped his belly, sure he was about to be disemboweled, but instead she caught his boxer shorts in her teeth and tore them from his body with an effortless toss of her muzzle.

"Jesus, what -" Harry's complaint trailed off into a groan as a broad, sandpapery tongue came out and rolled over his balls, then up the length of his flaccid penis. Which was no longer flaccid. Harry was tied up and pinned under a lioness but he was also twenty years old and was rock hard before her tongue left his cock.

"Honey?" He turned his head, flushed with embarrassment that his wife would see him go hard at the touch of a lioness, and saw her staring at him as the huge honey badger straddled her. It stepped up atop her, then reversed itself, and he saw the flash of a dark teat in his black belly fur.  This animal too was female and he even spotted the dark folds of its sex as they moved above his wife's face.

"Oh god, what," Harry groaned, for the lioness too had reversed herself above him and now sat back. He was looking up at her amber-eyed face as she rocked back and forth, catching his erection between his belly and the coarse fur of her own. Harry went wide-eyed as she rocked forward once more, moved herself slightly to the side and sat back and just like that he was in her.

Jesus, I'm fucking a lion, Harry thought.  Not that he had any choice in the matter.  As her muscular haunches worked and her forelegs bent and straightened he pistoned in and out of the tight lioness pussy, iron-hard and not getting any softer. Harry cursed his traitorous penis as he looked to the side, just in time to see the honey badger's pussy squelch down atop his wife's face.

The cameras, he thought as his wife's face nearly disappeared into purple-black folds and his penis rammed into a lioness's pussy over and over.  Someone is filming a porn movie and we're the stars. They have animals trained to fuck people and we're the latest stars.

A young man's penis has a vote all its own and it was firmly in favor of this eventuality. Harry ground his teeth together and tried not to think about it but it was too late. A hot pulse ran through his balls as he came, pinned and helpless and simply unable to stop himself. He came in the lioness, who let out a purr almost like a chuckle as she felt his cock go flaccid in her.  She knew exactly what had happened and stepped off him, waving a forepaw in an almost human way to cause him to look to the side.

His girlfriend. He looked just in time to hear the honey badger growl and squat down atop her, and with a horrible wet squelch Elise's entire head disappeared into the beast's bulging pussy.

"What the hell!" Harry rolled over to worm toward her, but he'd forgotten the lioness.  Distracted by the awful sight of a badger pussy sucking in his wife's neck and stretching unnaturally over her shoulders he didn't notice the scrape of fangs across his insteps.  He looked down only when he felt the slither of wet flesh over his feet and by then there was already a double bulge moving through the lioness's neck as it began the task of eating him alive.

Bound at the waist and ankles Harry could only curse as the lioness easily rolled him over, pushing its muzzle downward until he was swallowed to the knees.  His feet were down a hot salivating gullet and he felt the great contraction of throat muscles grip and pull them deeper. Fangs scraped up his thighs as the lioness sucked him in but Harry was still squirming toward his girlfriend.

Elise was kicking, headfirst into the badger's pussy to the armpits and trapped against the ground as it squatted atop her.  With a rattling growl of lust the ratel tensed and a series of pulsations moved through its stretched pussy, each sucking another inch of his wife out of sight. Her white bra was already swallowed and the horrible beast's sex expanded like a worm's maw to devour its meal. With a grunt the badger sat down hard and half an entire woman was gone beneath its tail. 
 
Elise was being swallowed whole by a badger pussy, her head and shoulders bulging out its abdomen, and Harry couldn't stop it.  When he looked down he found the lioness working its jaws carefully over his hips, keeping its fangs from sinking in perhaps out of a wish to keep blood off its fur. His hands, bound to his sides by loops of rawhide, slipped into the lioness's maw and were gone.  It swallowed again and a rolling contraction of its throat gripped his legs and eased him deeper. The squeeze around his feet loosened as they pushed through a muscular valve and into a pocket of flesh thick with sloshing fluids.  The instant sting told Harry what was happening. His feet were in the lioness's stomach, and the rest of him would soon follow unless he somehow stopped her.

"Jesus Christ, whoever's filming this, stop!" Someone had to be watching their porn shoot but things had gone horribly wrong.  Their trained animals were eating their stars!

But in his heart Harry knew that was wrong.  The animals were the stars.  He and Elise were just the extras. Extras who would only appear in one feature since its hard to book a repeat performance once you've been digested.

The badger growled and arched, shuddering as it came, and with a long wet slurp Elise's hips were sucked into its sex. The orgasm shook the ratel where it stood and its long claws tore at the ground as his girlfriend was consumed. The smaller badger watched with a grin, chattering happily as its mate or mistress enjoyed herself. Elise was gone to the knees, panties sucked in and swallowed just as her bra had gone, and Harry watched the unnatural bulge grow in the badger's belly as its pussy ate a woman whole.

A jab of fangs reminded him that he was no better off. The lioness lifted her jaws and the long smooth slope of slippery throat tilted as she sat back.  Harry's elbows slipped into her maw and a slow momentum carried him deeper.  Too late he thought to lock his knees, which were bent in the lioness's stomach to make room for more of him.  Her fangs popped past his shoulders and just like that his head was in her jaws, her big canines locking his face in place staring straight forward. She was looking right at the big badger and he was just in time to watch Elise's feet disappear into its pussy. With a last slurp the badger's sex resumed its former shape and only the huge, twitching bulge in its abdomen showed it had just eaten Harry's girlfriend.

"Oh god, you bastards," Harry began, but the lioness cut him off.  With a lurch of her jaws she let him slip deeper, and as her maw closed a wet carpet of raspy tongue pushed back against his forehead.  The lioness swallowed, and though he squirmed and struggled Harry slid heavily and smoothly down her throat to the waiting stomach.

The lioness rose to all fours and stretched to squeeze the rest of the man out of her gullet. A pendulous bulge  swayed from her once flat belly where an entire man was curled up in her stomach, and already there was a warm gurgle as digestive juiced flowed in. Whether it be a chunk of wildebeest or an entire man, a lion's gut knows what to do with prey.  The lioness smiled, stretched, squeezing her belly tight, and up from the kicking bulge came a burp that ruffled her whiskers. 

At almost the same moment a long wet sound not unlike a belch came from the badger's pussy and the big ratel turned to look at her.  "Good timing," she growled as animals speak, and the lioness smiled.

"Better her than me," she growled, and nodded toward the ratel's carnivorous pussy.
  
The big badger and the little one too blinked at her in poorly feigned innocence. "Don't be silly," growled the she-ratel.  "You are as big as I am.  You'd never fit."

"Wouldn't I," growled the lioness.  A claw gathered up the torn remains of Harry's boxers, which she swallowed with one snap of her jaws. They would pass easily through her guts, assuming they didn't dissolve.  Sometimes clothes did and sometimes they didn't, but by force of habit she didn't leave evidence behind. The cameras were a new addition to the hunt but that would hopefully work out.

"Then I am sure you would not be interested in the young male who'd been bothering me," the lioness continued.  "Young, horny lion, about my size, would probably be happy to meet a big but friendly she-badger..."

"Let's not be hasty," the she-badger growled as she heaved herself to her feet. The woman swallowed by her sex was almost still now and would find her womb no safer a place than the lioness's stomach. This was why she could not bear cubs; whether it be her little consort's seed or, most recently, an entire hyena, her womb-stomach dealt with it the same.  "I wouldn't mind meeting him.  I'm sure nothing untoward would happen to a young male lion who took to licking my sex."

With a chuckle the lioness cast a last glance at the cameras before padding into the brush. The big ratel, shorter legged, struggled to heave the bulge clear of the ground but followed, her little male close on her heels. Neither would need to eat for days, their bodies busy in breaking down their meals.  Digesting an entire human is harder than digesting simple chunks of meat, but each knew from experience that such a meal was little challenge.  It was just a matter of letting nature take its course. Harry and Elise would return to the world as lioness and badger droppings, some powdery white with dissolved bone, and no one would be the wiser.

Except the ones who watched the film, that is.  When the beasts were gone the two native guides appeared to gather the half dozen cameras.  It wasn't hard to accumulate the things when many of your clients enter the wilderness as hunters and end up inside one animal or another.  The two had a deal with the wildlife that allowed hunting in this protected area, provided the beasts had some warning. Lions, hyenas, leopards, hyenas, and the large local pythons thus sometimes sported a man-shaped bulge at the cost of the risk of being shot.  They'd even seen a cheetah bolt down a smallish man and who knows what other creatures might end up with a would-be hunter on a short trip through its guts.

Kidnapping a couple for a show was a new thing but as the elder examined the footage he nodded.  He knew people who would pay quite a lot to see a man raped and then eaten by a lioness, and to watch a woman sucked headfirst into a badger's pussy.

"Who would have thought," said his junior, "When you fucked that ratel that it would lead to this. I was sure the last I heard if you would be her pussy burping."

As if on cue the smaller ratel appeared, sat down and addressed them.  It was rare but not unheard-of for the local animals to speak. "My mistress is pleased," he growled.  "Let me know when you want to see us again." He nodded at the cameras.

"Also," he went on, "My mistress may soon be visiting with a young he-lion.  If you are interested in seeing more than humans disappear..."

The two guides glanced at each other.  An entire lion?  Really? But whether it led to a fight or to a lion's tail slithering into a badger's snatch there was only one answer to give.

"Why, yes," said the elder with a white-toothed grin. "Yes, we are."