Chet awoke with a groan, his head pounding as though his heart was in both of his ears. He rolled onto his side as he stirred, knocking a few empty cans off the couch and onto the floor. His hand trailed over the formless slush of his meal as he slowly opened his eyes... only to be met with a white rear, surrounded by a border of orange fur and black stripes. "What the f.."
 
'Frrrrrrtt~!' The tiger's rear responded proudly, his tail raised as he let out the blast of foul gas over the cheetah's sensitive nose. Ty laughed as he watched the cat writhe, patting his gut before grinning over his shoulder at the cheetah. "Morning." he greeted him, letting out a little belch before turning to face him.
 
"Dude!" The lean cheetah growled, covering his nose with his shirt as he gagged into it, "What the hell? My mouth was open and everything!" he coughed, "Oh god, I can taste it."
 
"Oh yeah? you were pretty eager to get a taste of him last night. What's changed?" Ty laughed at his reaction, his tail swishing as he wiggled his hips and patted his rear lovingly. "Foxy wanted to give you one last goodbye before I dropped him off."
 
"Oh yeah?" Chet replied, his tail raising as he rolled onto his back. He grunted and closed his eyes, letting out a loud fart in response, though most of the breeze was blocked by his cargo shorts, "So did the rabbit from the Chinese place."
 
"Such a shame, and after I went to all the trouble of adding that extra topping to your pizza," The tiger tutted before running a hand over his stomach. It was as slim as it had been before, though perhaps less toned with the added pudge of the fox, "Not to mention my prey bringing it over. You're lucky there was enough in his wallet to pay for it, but still, wasting food is..." he paused before shrugging, "Well, wasteful."
 
"Life goes on," Chet shrugged before smirking and poking at his own gut, "Heh, except for this guy... oh, and yours too." he replied, poking the tiger's gut. He pressed down on his own stomach to see if he could squeeze out anything else, only to wince and hold his stomach as his tail curled between his legs, "Oh damn, shouldn't have done that. I feel like I'm about to shit my pants." he whimpered, bringing his legs tightly together as he looked over the edge of the couch desperately, trying to move as little as possible. "Is fatass out of the bathroom yet?"
 
"No, he was still in there when I checked last." The tiger replied. His ears folded back as he heard the dulled sound of running water, and shortly after the sound of the lion whistling loudly. He breathed out a sigh, "I guess he decided to take a shower."
 
"Damn it," The cheetah whined in agony, his stomach groaning loudly as he squeezed his legs together so tightly it was almost painful. He held his midsection with both arms as his tail twitched frantically, "The nearest bathroom is the gym, I'll never make it!" he cried. Ty chuckled in amusement at the sight of the desperate cheetah... still, he did like that couch, he didn't want to end up having to throw it out because Chet had ruined it.
 
"There's the litterbox we use for hazing," The tiger suggested, but before he could say anything else on the matter the cheetah was out of the room in a flash of tan fur and black spots. Ty breathed out a sigh, feeling his own stomach grumble beneath him as he patted it.
 
"Well, it looks like you'll be coming with me on my jog... Alan? Alfred?" he reached down to the fox's discarded clothes and took the wallet from his pocket. He flipped it open and checked the ID, "Alex! Ha, I was close. Not that it matters anymore." he purred to himself before tugging on his sweatbands. He paused at the door and went back to where the pile of the fox's clothes still laid, grabbing his shirt and phone before heading out.
 
* * *
 
The tiger took his usual jogging route, making his way through the campus and down the road, burning off the flab that the fox had left on his athletic build. He felt his gut beginning to groan impatiently and glanced about... no public bathrooms, port-a-potties or businesses in sight. After a wary rumble from his stomach, his eyes landed on the forest. Breathing out a frustrated sigh he turned and ran off the path into it, he hated answering nature's call in nature itself, but it seemed the fox had chosen where he wanted to be left.
 
After getting deep enough into the forest that he wouldn't be seen, he allowed himself to slow to walking pace as he looked over his shoulder. He checked briefly over his shoulder for witnesses before slipping down his shorts and jockstrap and putting them to one side, figuring that he wouldn't be disturbed while he was taking care of business. He squatted down next to a tree and muttered under his breath as he leaned his back against it, allowing him to keep his feet out of the way of his prey's remains.
 
Just as he was beginning to get down to business he heard a loud buzzing in the pocket of his shorts. He reached into it and took out the phone, preparing for a very awkward call with someone who was worried about the delivery fox, but instead he found himself looking at a text message: "Are you coming over tonight? We need our cleric! =<"
 
The tiger chuckled and rolled his eyes. Of course the fox was a roleplayer, he could've told that just by looking at him. He ran a hand over his stomach, trying to think of how he would have replied before texting back: "No thanks, want to focus on work. I found a permanent position last night! <3"
 
The tiger smirked to himself, hitting 'send' before gritting his teeth as he let out another gassy fart, a signal that the nerdy fox was ready to finally be squeezed out of his toned ass. He couldn't help but moan as he felt his tailhole being spread open, the first few solid logs of shit slipped out, landing with dull thuds against the grass beneath him. All the pressure on his tailhole was starting to make his member perk out of its sheath, and he coaxed more out of it by stroking along the length.
 
The phone buzzed again; "Okay, but we really need our cleric for this one. You're holding up the group =/" the text read. Ty just continued to grunt and groan as he reached one paw back to spread his cheeks, allowing the fox an easier time sliding back out of him as he came out in chunks of dark brown mess, along with scraps of orange fur and dirty white bones.
 
The tiger read over the last text message with a smirk before lowering it between his legs and taking a picture, getting a shot of the fox leaving his athletic ass; "What do you think of my makeover? I think it suits me! ;3" ...after admiring the photo and stroking his shaft a few times to his own rear, he hit send, chuckling a little at the phone's playful chime as the message went. He looked forward to seeing his mystery caller's reaction.
 
He let out a gasp as he felt the pressure building at his tailhole, though nothing was coming out. Whatever was next was particularly firm, and as he felt over the bulge below his stomach he came to a conclusion of what it was. He adjusted his stance, spreading his legs as much as he could before curling around his gut and putting both hands on it to put as much pressure on it as possible. He grunted and gritted his teeth, sweat beginning to form on his brow as the pressure built before finally releasing as the fox's skull inched it's way out between the tiger's cheeks, a loud, gassy fart escaping behind it to blast it into the pile of refuse below.
 
The extra force had had an unfortunate side effect however, the tiger hadn't managed to hold his bladder and whatever remained of the fox began to rapidly escape through his shaft, some even splashing on his shoes. He quickly got up and turned, spraying his stream over the tree and watching as it washed over the fox's remains. He made an effort to clean the 'clerics' skull, though his phone buzzed once again. He opened the text message with glee; "WTF?! Who is this? What have you done with Alex?!"
 
Ty could barely contain his laughter as he typed, letting autocorrect do most of the work. "Lol, this is Alex! Can't you tell by how cute I am? Don't worry. I'll cast Revive later! I'm a high enough level Cleric to do that, right? ~<3" the tiger texted back, hitting send and snickering as his stream trickled to a halt. After shaking it off briefly he began to flick through the discarded fox's phone, seeing if he had any other friends he could screw with, only to stop as he found his Furbook account. A mischevious grin crossed his muzzle as he discovered that the fox had never logged out and his profile was ripe for the taking.
 
He squatted down by the steaming pile, trying to not breath in the stink of his own leavings as he brought the phone closer. It finally detected the fox's skull as a face and even suggested tagging himself, the tiger marvelled in the fact the technology could still recognize him even when he was reduced to waste. He snapped the photo and uploaded it as the fox's new profile picture, along with a comment; "New year, new me! Quit work, I think I'll be okay though. Got a job as fertilizer. <3 #dreamjob #YOLO"
 
It was getting responses moments after he had pasted it, the tiger scrolled through the comments as he wiped his ass with the fox's shirt, figuring he probably didn't want to keep it.
 
"OMG! Alex, WTF?! Inappropriate for Furbook, reporting content."
"Kind of expected this. R.I.P (Rest in Poop)"
"That's what happens when you work at delivery services in this town. Told him to go into sales, but he didn't want to. Honestly, willing prey are the worst. =/"
"Aw man, I wanted to eat him! Ah well, whoever this is, I hope you enjoyed him. Alex, if you're revived, you better come over and be dinner sometime. :P"
“Ha, gross! Love the new look, foxy. <3”
"Omg lucky! Any preds want 2 meet nd eat? Send me ur throat pics!"
 
Once he was cleaned up he pulled his jockstrap and shorts back on, only for the phone to start buzzing and chiming out it's ringtone. The fox had suddenly become very popular, it seemed that everyone was calling him at once... that, or it was the police. As much as he was sure that Alex would have wanted to take all the calls and talk about what a great dump he was, the tiger had no plans on being his voice outside of text. He grabbed each end of the phone and snapped it in half before dropping it on the pile, letting it sink into the brown muck either side of the fox's skull with a low 'squelch'.
 
With his prey out of his system and his social media dealt with, the tiger went back to jogging along his path, knowing he still had to burn off the layer of fat the fox had left him with. He was sure that Alex's friends would find another cleric in time, and he was convinced that the delivery fox was better off being a part of his body than he was outside of it.