Kinky Pleasures Detroit - Rafe
 
Detroit was a rough city to live in. While other cities weren't really that bad off despite the presence of anthros (no matter what those opposed said), the sheer number of unemployed furries living in the city was enough to pull the economy down a little. Sure, the more fit and more industrious ones worked in the automobile factories, but this meant less jobs for the humans, which led to resentment of the 37% of the population that wasn't human. And the anthros didn't help their case by being seemingly lazy, content to live off of the government.
 
The anthros, or "furries" as they were called, simply did not see why they should have to work for bits of paper. Sure, the paper could get them food, but this was a rather roundabout concept and it seemed more simple to simply go and grab some food when one got hungry. God knew there was enough of it around - in dumpsters, on the ground, in buildings, sitting next to inattentive people... and the fact was that, no matter how many furries were arrested, the concept of theft and basic economics eluded them, although other furries certainly had learned it soon enough. Moves were being made in the municipal government to educate these furries, but having learned a little about what humans had done to other humans a century ago with "education", many furries were very leery of the whole proposal. And so the cycle persisted.
 
Kinky Pleasures, unlike in other cities, was not doing well. Many anthros were resentful of the fact that they had to pay to get in, but the fact that payment was a flexible term brought them in. Many ended up "working" for their sexual thrills, serving other patrons who actually DID pay cash. The prices were bargain-basement, if only because Kinky Pleasures Detroit only hired three staff members: Gamma, the chameleon doorman; Sophie, the human prostitute; and Rafe.
 
Rafe was unusual, to say the least. He was proof positive that interbreeding between furries was possible, and also was often marked as the reason that it should be avoided at all costs. He was a mix; part crocodile, slug, eel, human, and a whole host of other indiscriminate species, he claimed to come from a long line of whores, which explained his unique genetic makeup. Scientists had been searching for him for years, to do tests on how his various systems worked; he hid here, under an assumed name, known only by those patrons who paid for him.
 
While Sophie knew all of the sexual tricks, Rafe knew everything else, from many varieties of vore to watersports to unique body tricks. Also, many came just to be able to say they had sex with him, so while Sophie cost a sedate $40, Rafe cost a full $200. One young man came in with just that amount of cash one day.
 
Human, Tom was slight, with a look that seemed to scream bully magnet. He had been compensated for a unique laser eye surgery a few years ago, so he no longer wore glasses, although one of his eyes was a chaotic red/purple mix and he could only see certain colours out of each eye. Lanky, rumoured to have a little ferret in him, and agile, Tom made quite the target for furries out on the street.
 
"Good afternoon," said Gamma, seemingly materializing. He put on his best "welcome to my house of horrors" voice, which almost never worked as intended; in Tom's case, he chuckled and handed the stack of twenties over. After counting it and checking for counterfeits, Gamma gestured to the back room. The building was small and unassuming; dilapidated, with red curtains over seven doorways around the small room and a "vore simulator" ($5) in the centre. It was made of latex-covered pillows and various fluids ready to be pumped into it for whoever purchased it. It was a well-known fact that those who selected "full tour" (and paid five dollars extra) were often swallowed by awaiting preds below, who paid well enough for the privilege, often by means other than money. A good number of anthros could say they were employed by Kinky Pleasures without too much fear of condradiction.
 
The set of curtains at the back featured a sign above with the word "Rafe" on it, and Tom parted the curtains to reveal a dimly-lit room with a simple cot in it. There was a refrigerator in the far left corner and various possessions lying around, ranging from sex toys to gnawed-on bones to teddy bears. Rafe was laying on the cot, throwing a rubber ball at the roof and catching it.
 
"H... hello?" said Tom, and Rafe set down his ball after catching it one last time. He rolled off the bed, seeming to slither to a standing position, and Tom inhaled sharply. Although he had "hired" Rafe once before (it had taken him forever to save up, both times), he still wasn't used to seeing the creature. He had the head of a black alligator, with a shock of dyed-purple hair protruding. Innards were visible through his gut, and his tail was more reminiscent of an eel's than a croc's. His skin was slimy to the touch, and his breath was said to be capable of peeling paint. Recalling his last visit, Tom didn't doubt this last one bit.
 
"Yo," said Rafe, walking up. "You been here before?"
 
"Yeah," said Tom, nodding. Rafe nodded once before heading back to his cot, sitting down and patting a spot beside him. Tom walked over and sat down, wincing at the slimy feel of it.
 
"So, what do you want?" asked Rafe, reaching for his ball once more. After a moment's consideration, he put it in his mouth and chewed, which called Tom's attention to the numerous bite marks on it, and on many objects around the room. Tom gulped. "Well?" said Rafe, and Tom jumped.
 
"Oh! Uh... vore," said Tom, and Rafe nodded, grinning.
 
"Not hard vore, eh?" said Rafe, and Tom shook his head rapidly, eliciting a sigh from the chimera. "Ah, well. I got a good amount of meat in the fridge. You want to be churnin' in there with some food?"
 
"A bit, maybe," said Tom, and Rafe nodded, standing up and ambling over to the fridge. His legs weren't that long - they were almost exclusively crocodilian - and his torso extended quite a bit, causing Tom to shudder as he imagined being curled up inside. Rafe pulled out a side of beef and ripped off a huge chunk with his jaws, swallowing almost without chewing - that must be the eel in him, Tom thought. He'd done his homework on Rafe - which was to say he'd talked to some people and come back with rumours and guesses, parsing the truth from the B.S. - and everything appealed to Tom. He'd known, once he'd tracked down someone who'd actually solicited Rafe, that he was meant to give himself to... this.
 
"Mmm," said Rafe, closing his eyes as he continued to rip off chunks of meat and swallow them whole. He turned after a while, giving Tom a view of Rafe's torso, which he noticed was bioluminescent - glow-in-the-dark. Inherited from some other creature of the deep, perhaps? The meat travelled down Rafe's esophagus, coming into view just as it was sent into what served as a stomach. It was rather large, and Tom gulped again, adjusting the front of his pants.
 
Rafe finished with the meat and settled down on the bed. "It'll take a bit for it to be really mushy - wanna play cards while we wait?" As he asked this, he pulled out a deck. "I learned a game called Go Fish from some guy who really wanted his money's worth. Whaddya say?" Tom considered briefly, then nodded. Rafe grinned. Tom guessed that Rafe was rather lonely; despite the influx of customers, these were people looking to satisfy themselves, and Tom saw nothing wrong with giving back a little. Rafe cleared some of the junk off the floor and they played a few rounds.
 
After losing spectacularly - Rafe wasn't terribly good, but didn't seem to mind losing, either - he poked his gut before saying, "I think it's ready. You good to go?"
 
"Oh, yeah," said Tom, half-sighing at the sight of Rafe, and Rafe laughed. Tom couldn't see any sexual equipment at first, but as Rafe lifted him up, he noticed a shaft protruding from down below. Rafe impatiently tore at Tom's clothes before Tom undressed, exposing himself to Rafe. Here was a partner that didn't judge him; simply weighed him up for how much sustenance he'd give. Although relatively skinny, Tom was pretty tall, so he hoped Rafe would be happy.
 
"Head or feet?" asked Rafe, and Tom took a moment figuring out what Rafe meant before saying "feet". Rafe lifted him up even higher, sitting on the ground so Tom's head wouldn't hit the low ceiling, and put Tom's feet in his mouth. Closing his eyes, he gulped the human down, inner muscles pulling the meal into his stomach. Tom climaxed as his cock hit the roof of Rafe's maw, and Rafe grunted at the sudden flavour, but kept going. Not that he would have been able to stop.
 
Tom's feet were pushed into Rafe's stomach, or "ventral cavity" as it was probably more properly called, and squished into the remains of the meat. Tom took a deep breath and held it as Rafe's maw shut over him - he wanted the experience to last as long as possible. Soon enough, Rafe was inside, curled up and covered up to his ribcage in digesting meat. He climaxed once more.
 
Rafe flopped down on his bed, laying back and belching. Tom's wriggling aroused him, so he reached a clawed hand and began stroking his shaft. After cumming, he fell asleep, his body slowly churning Tom into nutrients, slime and shit.
 
Tom had been on his high school's swimming team, and so he was able to hold his breath for quite a while; as Rafe's breath slowed and became more rhythmic, however, Tom finally let his breath out, taking his first breath inside of Rafe. The smell immediately made him vomit, and the energy that action took made him pass out; as he did, however, he contemplated his fleshy prison. He practically sank into the stomach walls, and the meat was still of a relatively viscous consistency; he was reminded of the time he'd tried the "vore simulator" out in the main room on a dare (only part-way, of course) and discovered that he liked vore. The kids had beat him up over his boner, although in truth many of them had experienced similar reactions, if more out of fear than any actual arousal.
 
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Rafe woke up some time later - time mattered very little to him at the best of times - and he ambled over to a toilet in the corner opposite to the fridge. Squatting, making sure his tail was tucked to the side, he began pushing what was left of Tom out of him. He reflected that he had enjoyed Tom quite a bit, although this was likely due to the card game they'd played prior to the vore. Rafe stared down at the pile of shit in the toilet, contemplating for the first time the fact that that had been a fellow being just like him, before flushing it down. He pulled out the plunger when the toilet clogged, which it always did for Rafe, and patiently waited for the load to pass. When it did, Rafe ambled back over to his cot, sat down and dealt out a game of Solitaire, sighing wistfully.