I was on vacation last weekend at a place called Railroad Towers. Fascinating place with lots of different animal people. We all talked and had various forms of sexual recreation. Hedonism at its finest, I must say. This building sported over 100 floors and had every type of indoor sports and recreation I could imagine. However, something very odd happened to me after a mishap with the elevator.
By the way, these elevators were very nice. They had these moving windows that would sneak up on you. A bit hard to explain, but that is not the point I am getting at. Just wanted to slip that in there.
I was with my friend, a tiger by the way. We had just stepped out to get pizza. I was carrying it all and had to hit the elevator button with my elbow. I must have hit the wrong button because the bloody thing started to descend underground. Not that we were really worried. All we had to do was make the correction and we'd be heading right back up to continue with our debauchery--but now with pizza.
However, we both rather had to change our minds when those doors opened up somewhere in the basement area. The first thing we noticed was candlelight. Lots of candlelight. There were strange paints all over the walls and floor. At first me and my tiger friend were a bit too dumbstruck to move and speak. Although, I admit to making a little cry of pain as the pizza boxes became a little too hot to hold onto. But when the doors began to close, Tiger Boy shot out his arm to keep it open.
"Is this really our business?" I asked Tiger Boy.
"Why not?" he asks rhetorically. "We're here, so its our business."
I'll be honest. I make it a point not to argue with tigers. In truth, what he said did not make a bit of sense, but I wasn't going to tell him that. He might rape me in the ass just to drive the point home. So we were soon walking out into the mysterious place in search of whatever we would find. And find something we did.
The strange candles and paints ultimately led to a large room filled to the brim with very small mice all wearing oddly fashioned cherries on their heads. Yes, you read that correctly. Cherries. Stems and all. They were gathered in a circle and knelt down as if praying. The paints seemed to form pictures across the floors and walls depicting open maws and teeth. Some of them showed mice being torn in two. All very grizzly, but Tiger Boy appeared much pleased by this.
I remember he asked me, "Do you know what this is?"
"As far as I know," said I, "It is something that doesn't involve us."
"Not quite," said Tiger Boy. "This is the fabled vore cult of Railroad Towers. These mice come here and fantasize about being devoured."
"Devoured by whom?" asked I.
"By us... apparently," said Tiger Boy licking his lips.
Still a bit dumbfounded, the only thing I could think to say was, "But we bought all this pizza."
Tiger Boy apparently did not care. Predators... Always thinking about their next meal. Anyways, he was the first to make our presence known. He walked out in their midst and... I couldn't really tell, but I think he slobbered a bit. I was at a bad angle.
When the cherry-headed mice all stood up, they looked up to my friend like he was some sort of god. And believe me, he isn't. He only looks like ones when he's naked. I'm not even joking. But these mice didn't need to see his thick, bulging cock to feel this way about him. No, they all looked onto him as a means to an end. I mean... I know I can be naive at the best of times, but even I knew what was going to happen next.
These crazy mice were practically giving themselves to Tiger Boy. He was snapping them up by their tails and getting dropped right into his maw. They screamed and cried as they were masticated into mousy bits. It really started to become a little messy. Tiger Boy offered me one, but I declined and went over to a corner where I began to devour some of the pizza we had gone through the trouble of buying.
I mean it's not that what was happening wasn't interesting. It was even kinky in a sort of grim way. But I have to say that I always get a little annoyed hanging around predators when they are... predatoring. Is that even a word? Anyways, he didn't eat all of the mice. The remaining 13 (I think) stood in the blood of their devoured comrades and made a promise to him that they would make more of themselves for him to gobble up later.
So we were back on the elevator. I was still chowing down on pizza while my tiger friend stood next to me with blood dripping down to his feet. I was quite clearly just trying to ignore him. We were half way up to the 80th floor when I happen to look up at him. My god. That look in his eyes. He wanted to eat me too! And I think he was going to! Tiger Boy was going to tear me to bits right there in the elevator!
I didn't have anywhere to go. There were still 20 floors left. I did the only thing I could think of to get out of that horrible situation. "Want a slice?" I asked holding up the pizza boxes.
Tiger Boy licked his lips and took a slice from the box. As awkward as the rest of the ride up was, I made it to the 80th floor alive. The rest of the day was filled with fun and frolic. And yes, he did end up fucking me in the ass. Scared the living piss out of me. In fact, he uh... He sort of ended up taking me back home with him.
I'm currently writing this from Tiger Boy's basement. I've been here for the last week. Plz send help.
If you're too busy for that, you might also try looking up my book "Pack Rats of the Inside." Check out the Amazon.com listing below:
$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition
Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.
