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"Family Affair"
by Race
"Well done Kerry. You've scored the highest in the class," said Mrs.
Wallace as she handed out the geography tests that nearly everyone had
failed. She reached down to hand the paper to the coyote.
Everyone had failed the test, that is, except Kerry. He never made a
mistake.
The coyote was the star of the class. In fact, he was the star of everything
he did. From excelling in his studies, to being the captain of the football
team, to dating the hottest skunkette in school, Kerry Rowlfer had it
all. Only one problem...
"Ma'am," said the coyote shyly and with a tinge of embarrassment in
his voice. "I'm Kenny."
The class erupted in giggles. They always did. The two brothers were
completely identical twins, and it was difficult to tell them apart.
Well at least from appearance it was. Kenny was the polar opposite of
his smart and popular brother. He'd never been able to average above
a "C" in any class; he'd only once scored a goal at PE soccer (Kerry
had scored over 120 at last count); and the closest he'd come to going
out with a girl was when he took his little sister to her dance lessons
once.
"It's okay," said Kenny quietly as he slowly lowered in his seat as
though trying to make himself disappear. "Everyone gets us mixed up."
Kerry laughed loudest of all the class. It seemed that Kerry knew he
was better than Kenny at nearly everything, and he seemed to take enjoyment
in the times his brother was embarrassed like this.
"Hey Mrs. Wallace. That's my paper! Surely you know that Kenny can hardly
spell his name right, much less Kyrgyzstan!" yelled Kerry from the back
of the room. Kenny continued to slouch in his seat, to where everything
below his muzzle was obstructed by the desk. The class continued to
roar in laughter.
"Oh, I'm sorry Kenny," said Mrs. Wallace as she turned to give the paper
to its rightful owner, "...I mean Kerry. Excellent work as usual."
Kerry chuckled to himself as he accepted his paper, while the giggling
from the rest of the class slowly died down as they were handed their
respective papers. Kenny was handed his "D" without as much as a peep
from Mrs. Wallace.
After she finished handing out the papers and explaining the reading
assignment, the bell rang and the eleventh-grade class quickly filed
out of the classroom.
"Hey Butch!" yelled Kerry to a husky looking raccoon boy wearing a backwards
baseball cap.
"Kerr Bear!" said the coon, grinning.
"Shuddap," smirked Kerry as he ribbed his friend with his elbow. "So
how was your first class today? As good as mine? That little pip-squeak
of a brother of mine got embarrassed again, heh."
Butch sneered and wrapped an arm around his buddy. "Hee, again? What
is it? The fourth time this week? And it's only Tuesday, haw!"
Meanwhile Kenny slowly padded to his locker, his ears picking up everything
his brother and the raccoon were saying. By now, the coyote had learned
to ignore it, at least mostly. He wiped a tear from his eye and adjusted
his glasses as he slowly used his other paw to undo the combination
lock.
"Yeah, well I gotta get going again Fatso," chuckled Kerry as he elbowed
the pudgy Butch again. "I've got a lot more classes to dominate today."
The raccoon smirked and stumbled back a bit from the elbow. "Heh, of
course. See you later after school. I heard Jenny's having a party at
her house." Jenny was Butch's girlfriend, a rather sexy raccoonette
who was on the cheerleading squad.
Kerry grinned and nodded and turned to look at his brother, who had
managed to drop his books on the ground while fumbling around with his
combination, which he had forgotten again. Kerry growled rather loudly,
to where all the kids in the hall could hear. "Can't you do anything
right, Kenny?! You're a waste of space, that's what you are!" Kerry
huffed and turned away from his brother, who was trying desperately
not to cry.
Kenny's glasses were off-kilter as he sat on the ground with his books
sprawled everywhere, and even though the coyote slowly managed to collect
his things again, he was too late to make the next bell. "Oh crap!"
he yelled as he ran to the classroom, dropping pencils and papers along
the way.
The coyote brothers' day at school was rather similar. Kenny spilled
his lunch at school, while Kerry set a new record for consecutive weeks
as "Student of the Week." Kenny twisted his ankle trying to field a
groundball out at PE, while Kerry hit three home runs.
When the final bell rang, everyone had a friend or two to leave school
with. Kerry left with Butch and Melissa, a vixen. Everyone, that is...except
Kenny.
The poor coyote sniffled as he walked home, the quarter mile trip seeming
to take ages. Eventually, Kenny arrived at the humble house that was
the Rowlfer residence. His parents were still at work, so he decided
just to sit on the couch and watch TV.
Kenny reached for the remote and turned right to an infommercial. "Tired
of being picked on," it said.
The 16-year-old coyote's ears perked and he sat to attention. "Yes!"
"Tired of having others get what they want while you are left behind
in the dust?"
"Yes! Yes!" Kenny's head nodded emphatically as he leaned up in the
couch's seat, staring at the TV with great interest.
"Like to get rid of your problems quickly and easily, and get a good
meal at the same time?"
Kenny almost fell out of his seat. Did he hear the announcer correctly?
Surely not. Such an idea is ridiculous, absurd, why it's...
"That's right! Call 555-GULP and sign up now for classes at the Institute
of Predation and learn to make your problems disappear!" As the voice-over
droned on, the commercial showed a young vixen in an office as she was
being yelled at by a fox in a business suit, obviously her boss. The
screen wiped away to show a happily smiling vixen rubbing her bulging
gut and picking her teeth while sitting in her boss's chair, her legs
propped up on his desk and the slightest bit of fox tail sticking from
her muzzle.
Kenny shook his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and quickly grabbed
the remote to shut the TV off, but waited to see what else the commercial
would say.
"For only 19.95 a month you can take classes such as 'Cornering,' 'From
Seduction to Satiation,' 'Dislocation and You,' and the favorite of
Mafia members, 'Eliminating Your Relatives!"
That was the last straw. Kenny quickly shut the screen off and ran to
the bathroom, feeling sick to his stomach. He grabbed a cup and filled
it with water from the tap, and quickly gulped it down, feeling a little
better after that.
"That's crazy...absolutely absurd...there's no way...they're just trying
to take people's money..." Kenny sat against the wall across from the
sink, still a little dizzy from before, and simply trying to convince
himself that what he heard was a bunch of hooey. "Isn't it?..."
Kenny slowly began to stand up, and looked at himself in the mirror.
He stared intently at his reflection, but what he saw wasn't himself.
Well it was himself, only he was different. His shirt was unbuttoned,
and his blue jeans button was broken. Of course, they'd have to be,
considering he was sporting a large bulging gut and a little bit of
coyote tail was sticking out from his smiling jaws.. Kenny again shook
his head and growled, tossing the cup at the mirror. "Stop it! I won't!"
Luckily, Kenny had no power in his arm, and the cup merely bounced off
the mirror without as much as a crack. The coyote sighed and left the
bathroom, though he couldn't get that infommercial or the image of him
in the mirror out of his mind. As the coyote walked through the kitchen
on his way to the bedroom, his eyes glanced over to see the telephone.
He sighed as he picked up the receiver and slowly dialed the number
for the Institute. "Maybe I'll just go to one class," he convinced himself
as he stood and waited impatiently for a voice to answer.
"Hello?" said the voice on the other end. It was the same voice that
he'd heard on the infommercial.
"Uh yes," said Kenny as he twisted the cord around in his fingers nervously.
"I'm interested in taking a class..."
The voice on the other line took a while to respond. "Name?"
"Kenneth Rowlfer."
Again, a slight pause. "Rowlfer? That's interesting...well okay, we
have an opening for this night's class, 'How Not to Choke on Your Victim."
Will we be seeing you then?"
Kenny pulled the receiver away from his ear and looked around the kitchen.
His parents wouldn't be home until later, and Kerry was surely having
fun at someone's house. At least, that's where he always said he was
going after school, and as popular as he was no one would ever doubt
him. The timid coyote slowly lifted the receiver to his ear again and
nodded.
"Y-y-yes..."
"Great. We expect great things from you!" The voice ended abruptly and
hung up.
Kenny blinked and rubbed a footpaw against the floor. What was he doing?
Was he insane? Did he REALLY want to do this? It was too many questions,
and he only had 45 minutes until the class. The coyote quickly ran upstairs
and tossed on a pair of shoes, and in less than ten minutes he was out
the door.
The Institute for Predation was located in a rather unassuming storefront,
between a Laundromat and a pizza place. Kenny slowly pushed the glass
door open to the school, which at first glance looked a lot like a karate
dojo. He was startled as a rather large wolf with a gruff voice sneaked
up behind him.
"Ah, you must be the Rowlfer."
Kenny shuddered and turned his head around to stare up at the large
lupine, who was wearing a camouflage suit to make him even more intimidating
than he would normally appear. "Uh...y-y-yes sir."
The wolf smirked and showed the coyote to the center of the class. "Well
class, say hello to your new classmate!"
The class would've said hello, except for the fact that their mouths
were busy. All twelve members of the class were swallowing live cats!
It was horrific, and yet Kenny didn't run. In fact, he seemed quite
intrigued. "Wooow," he said as he watched the poor felines squirm around
inside their respective predators.
The wolf, whose name was Mr. Black, smiled to Kenny. "Heh, that's just
warm-ups. Here you go." Mr. Black turned to hand Kenny a small white-furred
kitten, who mewed pathetically.
Kenny stared at the poor thing for a second, and closed his eyes as
he lifted her to his muzzle. Without looking, the coyote opened his
jaws as much as he could and slid the small kitten's head inside.
Kenny winced as he felt her squirm around in his grip, but he had nothing
to fear since she was declawed. The teenager continued to push until
he had forced the tiny cat's shoulders in as well.
Mr. Black was obviously impressed. "Mmm...fast learner. I figured you
would be. Maybe we should put you in the advanced class already."
Kenny began to make noises of delight as he tasted the kitten, and opened
his eyes finally. Whatever apprehension he may have had initially was
gone, and he slowly swallowed. The kitten let out a squeal of fright,
but because her head was stuck behind Kenny's neckfur it was muffled
greatly. The coyote swallowed once more, taking in the rest of the kitten's
body into his muzzle, closing his jaws to leave only her tail.
The coyote slowly slurped up the little thing's tail like a noodle,
and with a final gulp she was pushed the rest of the way into his gullet.
Kenny murred slightly at her aftertaste and put a paw against his neck
as he felt the slightly squirming bulge there from his prey.
Mr. Black smirked and walked away from Kenny, going to the front of
the class. "You see? Everyone has a bit of predator in them. You just
have to find it!"
Kenny nodded and took a seat next to the others, who consisted of all
sorts of creatures. Everything from bears to tigers to deer were taking
this class. Mr. Black continued on with his lecture.
"You have all learned the biggest rule of predation. Never feel sorry
for your prey. If you do, you will lose it. You have to be ruthless!
Remember, you're the dominant one. You're the winner."
Kenny's eyes widened as he listened to the teacher, his tail starting
to wag behind him from the slit cut in his jeans. The coyote had never
felt so great in his life. He'd always been in the shadow of his brother,
but already he could picture the scene in his mind.
It would be like any other day. He would knock on the door to wake Kerry
up, and his brother would get up with a huff and kick Kenny like he
always did. "What is it squirt?!" Kerry would yell, and Kenny would
smirk and grab his brother in his paws. He'd open his jaws, and then
minutes later all his problems would be solved. It would be so simple...
"Rowlfer!" yelled Mr. Black as he noticed the coyote start to daydream.
"Aaack!" Kenny yelled out and almost fell over as he slowly came back
to reality. "Yesss...sir?"
Mr. Black gave Kenny a serious face. "Rule number two! Always pay attention!
Never let your guard down for even a minute. Total concentration. Understand
Rowlfer?"
The coyote nodded timidly. "Y-y-yessir..."
"All right," said Mr. Black, and he continued with the class.
A week later, Mr. Black motioned for Kenny to come to the head of the
class. The coyote had been an outstanding learner. The institute was
very high-tech, and had several swallowing dummies available for students.
After being swallowed, Mr. Black would press a button and the dummies
would dissipate. "Well Rowlfer, I'm impressed. Only one other student
in the history of this school has successfully swallowed a Level 4 GP-39
as quickly as you did. The Level 4 GP-39 was as large as a hippopotamus.
Kenny, all 200 pounds of him, had successfully gulped it down, using
the techniques of dislocating his jaw and slowly relaxing his skin and
muscles to let his prey inside. It helped that he had especially stretchy
skin as well.
Kenny blushed and looked down at his feet, a little embarrassed at all
the attention. "Heh, thank you sir..."
Mr. Black smiled and handed Kenny a certificate lauding his accomplishment.
"To Kenneth Andrew Rowlfer For Excellence in Swallowing," it read, with
Mr. Black's signature at the bottom.
Kenny smiled and put the certificate in his backpack, then looked back
to Mr. Black with a weak grin. "Heh, thanks."
The wolf returned the smile and reached down to pat the coyote on the
head. "You earned it." Mr. Black then allowed the three remaining students
try their GP-39's, none of which could do near as well as Kenny. After
a brief lesson on not going outside right after eating, to wait for
the evidence to shrink a little so as not to risk being caught, the
wolf let class out.
Kenny skipped happily on the way back home. His parents never wondered
where he was all the past week. In fact, they were happy to see that
he was looking to make some friends, or so they thought. When Kenny
arrived at his house that night it was just about night out, but he
saw his parents' car wasn't parked in the garage. "Hmm...they must still
be gone."
Kenny shrugged and reached to open the front door, slowly padding into
the living room. Reclining on the couch and watching the TV was his
brother Kerry.
"What do you want runt?" Kerry growled as he noticed his brother coming
in.
Kenny stuttered initially. "Uh...I was g-gonna watch some T-TV"
Kerry rolled his eyes and tossed the remote at Kenny, hitting the coyote
in the muzzle with it. "Like hell you are! Go make me something to eat!"
Normally, Kerry's twin would've done just that. Things were different
now though. Kenny went over a few thoughts in his mind. He wasn't finished
with the classes yet...but he was an excellent student...and his parents
weren't home...it would be a perfect time...
Kerry growled again. "Did you hear me squirt!?"
Kenny blinked and slowly started walking toward Kerry's couch, and once
he got close enough, slammed a pair of paws down on his brother's shoulders.
"Yeah, I heard you. I'm just ignoring you."
Kerry growled again. "Whattttt?! I said fix me something to eat now!"
Kenny sniffled a little then smirked as his twin brother. "Heh, I actually
feel just like fixing myself something. You can get your own tonight."
Kenny smirked and slowly lowered his muzzle down to his brother's, and
slowly opened his jaws, a sound of creaking and popping as the coyote's
mouth slowly widened. Kenny murred happily as he felt his brother squirm
beneath him. He could already picture himself, lying happily on the
couch, rubbing a paw over his bulging belly as Kerry squirmed helplessly
inside...
Kenny's dream was broken though, as with a sudden burst of adrenaline
Kerry pushed up and out of the couch, knocking his brother to his backside.
Kerry growled and leapt on top of Kenny, pinning the other coyote to
the ground. "What the hell did you think you were..." Kerry stopped,
though still keeping his strong arms pinning Kenny to the ground, and
looked at a piece of paper that had fallen from his brother's backpack
when he fell. Kerry read it out loud.
"To Kenneth Andrew Rowlfer for Excellence in Swallowing." The coyote
howled in laughter. "Hahahahah! This is a joke, right bro? Surely you
didn't think your little tricks would work on me, your much stronger,
smarter, and better brother." Kerry sneered down at the fallen Kenny,
sharp teeth visible in his muzzle as he sneered.
Kenny whimpered and wriggled under his brother's grip, and even though
they were the same height and weight, Kerry was too strong. Kenny looked
his brother straight in the eyes and went speechless.
Kerry grinned and pushed down on his weaker brother's shoulders a little
harder. "That's right Kenny. I'm bigger than you; I'm smarter than you;
and I'm hungrier than you." Kenny's eyes flashed with a little evil
at the last part, causing his brother to stutter again.
"Wh-wh-what?"
Kerry didn't answer, as he used one paw to remove Kenny's glasses, tossing
them rather roughly against a wall and breaking the frames. The stronger
brother then reached around Kenny's back and slowly pulled his backpack
off. Kenny tried desperately to wriggle away, but when he was about
to escape, Kerry gave the coyote a swift knee in the stomach, causing
Kenny to grunt and whimper pathetically.
Kerry smirked and grabbed his paws around his brother's neck rather
roughly, close to choking him. Kenny whimpered and gagged at the rough
treatment while his brother simply enjoyed it. "Oh, I'm sorry bro. Am
I hurting you?"
Kenny nodded slightly, and Kerry smirked as he licked across his lips.
"Heh, you always were a little runt." The frightened coyote's eyes closed
and he reached up with his paws to try and pull his brother's paws away,
but to no avail.
"Well I asked you to get me some dinner. You told me to get my own.
So I guess I'll do that right now." Kerry smirked and slowly started
to open his jaws. Kenny opened his eyes and squinted at the sight. This
couldn't be! Kerry continued to open his muzzle, until a slight creaking
and popping noise was heard. The coyote opened his jaws completely,
dislocating temporarily to an incredible angle. Kenny's view allowed
him to see the inside of his brother's maw quite easily, sharp teeth
around the perimeter while a glistening pink maw and tongue beckoned.
Kenny let out a loud "merf," but it didn't matter as Kerry roughly stuffed
his brother's head inside his maw. The coyote murred happily as he ran
a tongue all around his twin's ears and fur, slurping hungrily at the
taste while his stomach rumbled for its meal. Kerry let go of his brother's
neck, but only so that he could grab the swinging arms instead. With
incredible strength, the juvenile coyote forced Kenny's arms to his
side, changing his brother into a conveniently swallowable package.
Kerry closed his eyes and took his first swallow, making sure to go
slowly so that he could inflict the greatest amount of torture on his
brother. Kenny began to cry as his head was pushed down into the gullet
of his twin. The stronger coyote roughly ripped his brother's button
up shirt off his back, murring happily as he was able to taste even
more of Kenny's fur and skin.
Kerry slowly began to stand up, dragging his brother with him, and took
a seat on the couch. Kenny wriggled helplessly as Kerry contentedly
leaned back against the seat, while taking another swallow. Kenny's
shoulders slipped in with relative ease, the other coyote's jaw open
wide as a python. Kerry lifted up on his brother with incredible strength,
pulling the other coyote up onto the couch with himself.
Kerry closed his eyes again and swallowed once more, pulling his brother
past his jaws and engulfing him to the elbows. Tears of enjoyment flowed
from Kerry's eyes, while tears of fear flowed from Kenny's. A noticeable
bulge was beginning to form in Kerry's neckfur, thick indentations showing
his brother's facial features for the world to see.
Of course, the world couldn't see. That was part of the point. No witnesses.
Kerry let go of his brother's arms once they were pinned by his jaws,
and slowly reached down for Kenny's jeans. Murring loudly as he continued
to taste his brother's fur, he was eventually able to unbutton them
and slip the pants off as well. With a rough tug, he tore Kenny's boxers
from his brother, causing him to yelp from inside Kerry's throat at
the sudden burst of pain.
This caused Kerry to snicker wickedly, and he swallowed once more. This
gulp was enough to pull Kenny inside his muzzle down to the navel, the
bulge in Kerry's neckfur growing larger by the minute. The coyote murred
as he reached down for his brother's ankles now and began to slowly
lift him into the air. Kenny's head was already pushing against Kerry's
stomach now, loud cries coming from inside the coyote from the other
coyote.
Kerry hummed happily and continued to gulp his weaker brother down.
The coyote's sheath passed inside Kerry's maw and tongue, but Kenny
was so scared he didn't even notice any sensation he may have felt.
Not that Kerry minded. All he cared about was filling his belly, which
continued to growl loudly for the meat. He'd fasted several days for
this moment.
Kenny's body began to really disappear as his brother slowly slurped
past his thigh's, the coyote's muzzle bulging considerably with the
meat. Kerry murred and reached down to his slowly distending gut, massaging
it a little both in enjoyment and to alleviate any pain from stretching.
He closed his eyes tightly and gulped once more, the weaker coyote becoming
engulfed all the way to the ankles, only his sneaker-covered feet remaining.
Kerry slowly reached up with his paws to remove the unappetizing feet-coverings,
his brother's footpaws flexing slightly outside his muzzle, a truly
pathetic sight. Kerry seemed to enjoy it though, and after taking the
last swallow he kept the paws inside his muzzle for a minute. Murring,
he licked across his brother's feet, savoring the taste as he worked
his tongue over the fine sole and in between the toes before taking
the final swallow.
With a grunt, Kerry gulped once more and finished his brother off. In
a matter of minutes, his twin brother was pushed completely into his
stomach. The coyote murred and leaned back against the couch seat, setting
a paw against his incredibly bulging gut. Kenny's features were quite
noticeable in the stretched skin and fur, and his brother continued
to wriggle about slightly and emit squeals.
Kerry licked across his lips and looked down to his belly with a smile.
"Hee...like I told you Kenny..." Kerry closed his eyes for a second
and belched quite loudly and rudely. "...hee...I was ALWAYS better than
you." Kerry murred and continued to rub across his still slightly trembling
belly as he turned to look behind the couch. "Hey Fatso! Get out here!"
Butch slowly stumbled out of a closet where he'd been hiding, sporting
an equally bulging belly, his tee-shirt so stretched that it actually
ripped through the middle and had the appearance of an open button-up
shirt. The raccoon chuckled and slowly stumbled around to his best friend's
couch, Butch's own grey-furred belly bulging out over his pants.
Kerry continued to murr as he rubbed across his distended belly and
smirked to Butch. "Heh, how's Jenny? She give you a stomach-ache?"
Butch sneered and sat down beside the gorged coyote. "Heh, nah...after
all, you did tell her she'd regret dumping me. So how does it feel,
fellow cannibal?"
Kerry murred and rubbed a paw over his own belly, and one over Butch's
as well. "Mmm...it feels great. I'm rid of that runt forever. I knew
taking that class wasn't a waste of money." Kerry smiled and leaned
over to give his big raccoon friend a hug, their prey-filled bellies
grinding against each other.
Butch grinned and hugged his friend tightly for a second, then let go.
"Heh, I better get going now Kerr Bear. My parents will be expecting
me."
Kerry smirked. "Ah. My parents won't be in until later tonight. I plan
to already be in bed digesting my dinner by then." He snickered and
poked his now quiet though still bulging belly.
Butch chuckled and nodded, then got up from the couch and went out the
front door. Kerry smiled and got off the couch to retrieve the remote
and then promptly flopped back down again. The coyote rested one paw
against his belly while he flipped the channel with his other paw. He
stopped for one moment and put the remote down, going over to pick up
his brother's backpack, clothes, and certificate. He put them under
the couch for now, and then reached behind one of the pillows to pull
out another piece of paper.
The coyote snickered to himself as he again climbed onto the couch to
recline lazily. He looked over the paper. "To Kerrigan Scott Rowlfer
for Excellence in Swallowing" it read. Kerry burped slightly and crumbled
up his certificate. He leaned over the armrest and tossed the ball of
paper towards the wastebasket in the kitchen. It rang the basket without
even hitting the rim.
He never made a mistake.
The End
Story copyright Justin M. Schuver/Race 2002
Please do not copy or repost without author's permission. No representation
is made that the quality of the authoring services to be performed is
greater than the quality of authoring services performed by other authors.
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