Pleasing Mr. Pride

Another piece for Rem!  This was a fun commission.  Stay tuned for another one for him next week.

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 Damon Pride was a very demanding boss.  And today, he was also a very angry boss.
“REM!” the silver lion screamed, his blue mane bushing out as he stood from his desk.  The call was loud enough that it escaped the limits of his closed office door (which was supposed to be “soundproof”), and hit the ears of his assistant outside.
Rem cringed.  He did not like Mr. Pride’s tone, not at all.  This wouldn’t be good.
The raccoon assistant stood from his desk and walked cautiously to the door to Mr. Pride’s office.  After a moment of hesitation, he reached out with one paw, and knocked.
“Enter.  /Now/,” Damon Pride growled from inside.  Rem did so immediately, entering the large office with his guard up.
The lion was sitting behind his desk, but he stood when the raccoon entered his office.  “Lock the door before closing it,” he ordered.
“Of course, sir.”  Lock it?  That couldn’t be good.  But knowing how risky it would be to contradict the lion, Rem obeyed, and locked the door with a /click/ before shutting it.  Now the only way out would be if Mr. Pride used his personal key—and sometimes, it could be a while before that happened.
“I have not been pleased with your work recently, Rem,” Damon Pride began, pacing around the office menacingly.  “Today, for example.  I /specifically/ asked you to send the Tamon files, and what do you do?”
“Um, sir, I—”
“You send the /Tamar/ files!” Pride roared, turning to the raccoon.  The lion grinned.  “And I’m afraid I have no choice but to punish you.”
“Punish me, sir?” Rem asked, his heart skipping a beat.
Upon seeing the raccoon’s reaction, Damon Pride smirked.  “Exactly.”  He put a finger underneath Rem’s chin and forced it up, to meet his eyes.  “I’ve seen the way you look at me, raccoon,” he purred, watching Rem blush.  “Your face when I demand you to do things. . . You like being under my command, don’t you?”
Rem blushed even redder.  “S-Sir, we’re at work!” he began to say.  “And I—”
“Come on, don’t say you don’t want this,” Mr. Pride said with a smile.  He took a few steps back and put a hand on the belt of his pants, slowly removing it from the notches and letting it drop to the ground.  “Because I /know/ you want this.”  He licked his lips.  “And I can’t wait to punish a bad boy like you.”
At that, Rem’s face flushed, and a small smile lit up his face.  “Ok, sir,” he said, watching Mr. Pride put a hand on the pants zipper.  “Punish me.”
At first, it looked like Damon Pride was going to unzip his pants and reveal his cock to Rem—it almost certainly looked like the lion was getting hard.  But instead, the lion walked over to his chair, and started removing his shoes.
Upon seeing Rem’s disappointed face, Mr. Pride laughed.  “What, did you think you’d get the prime cut as the first course?” he asked, smirking as he took off his socks.  “No, you have to work for that one, boy.  Before you can lick my dick, you can lick my feet.”
Once his socks were removed, an unmistakable musk filled the air, making Rem swoon at the scent.  “Like that, do you?” the lion asked.  “Then get on the ground and clean up my feet, boy.  Come on, get to it!”
Rem immediately dropped to his knees in front of his boss.  For a second he savored the moment: he had imagined himself at Mr. Pride’s feet many times, being happily dominated by the handsome lion, and now it was actually happening.  And that musk that was coming off his feet was simply heavenly—Rem couldn’t wait to get close to it.
“You going to take all day?” Mr. Pride asked.  He reached out and wiggled one foot in front of Remmie’s nose, getting tantalizingly close to the raccoon before retreating back.  “Well?”
“O-Of course, Mr. Pride,” Rem said.  The raccoon crawled forward, and then, he was right in front of his boss’s beautiful-smelling feet.  After taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and began to clean them.
“That’s the best you can do?” Damon Pride asked, watching Rem lick his footpaws.  He smirked.  “Come on!”  He pushed against the raccoon with his feet, shoving them against the assistant’s muzzle and making sure to go just below his nose.  “Faster!”
Rem obeyed, licking the lion’s feet harder, going from one to the other with rapid succession.  As he went, Pride would push the feet underneath his nose—surely the lion knew what kind of reaction he was getting out of Rem!  Trying to stay focused, he kept cleaning off the footpaws, going at a steady pace, until, satisfied, he looked up at Damon Pride with a smile.  “How’s that, Mr. Pride?”
The lion smirked, and wiggled a foot in front of Rem one more time, letting the musk drift up into his nose.  “Alright, you did a good enough job.  Let’s give you a preview of what’s to come, shall we?  Crawl forward so I can grab that cute little head of yours.”
“Alright, Mr. Pride!”
Rem came forward, not stopping his crawling even as he got close to Mr. Pride’s knees.  “That’s enough!” the lion finally yelled.  Relieved, Rem stopped.  But when he looked up, he realized he was just a foot away from the lion’s junk—and it was sweaty.  Fuck, the scent coming from there was even better than the smells from the feet!  It was getting hard to stay focused.
“Like that too, huh?” Damon Pride asked, his voice devious.  “That’s what I thought, little raccoon.  So let’s give you a closer view, shall we?”
He grabbed the top of Rem’s head, and shoved his assistant face-first into his junk.  Immediately Rem’s nose was filled with the musky scent, an earthy smell that came directly from the other man’s cock.  The raccoon gasped—or tried to, since he could barely breathe in this state.  He was pressed so hard against Pride’s penis, it was hard to maneuver his face!  And to think the only thing separating him from that cock was a piece of cloth. . .
Damon Pride laughed.  “Like that, boy?” he asked, smirking.  “Oh, it’s going to get even better, trust me.”  He shoved Rem away from his dick, and the raccoon breathed again, taking in new air before he wouldn’t get the chance.  
Letting go of his head, his boss put a hand on his zipper.  “You got a front-row seat here, boy.  Take advantage of this opportunity, understand?  Because I certainly well.”
“Yes, Mr. Pride!” Rem said eagerly, watching carefully as the other man unzipped his pants, and dropped them to the ground.
The raccoon was greeted by a very large cock.  It was grey like the lion’s fur, and clearly eager for some attention.  Before Rem could react Mr. Pride reached out, and shoved his face into it again.  Immediately he was assaulted by the musky smell once more, but this time it was much, /much/ stronger than before, and more poignant than it had been.  The earthy smell was overwhelming goodness, more than the raccoon could reasonably take.
“Now clean /this/ up,” Mr. Pride ordered, shoving Rem’s face away.
“What?” the raccoon gasped.
“You heard me, boy,” the lion said, grinning.  “Clean up my cock.  I don’t have all day~.”
The raccoon crawled forward and, for a moment, stared at the impossibly large member, trying to figure out where to start.  Then, he stuck out his tongue, and began licking the tip, running the organ at the top of Mr. Pride’s penis.
“Ooooh yes,” his boss moaned, leaning back in his chair.  He reached out and put his hand on the back of Rem’s head, but he didn’t tighten his grip like before.  “Just like that, boy.  Keep going.”
Rem gladly obeyed.  He continued to run his tongue down the man’s beautiful penis, licking the shaft up and down.  When he reached the tip again, he swirled his tongue onto it this time, which pleasured the lion even further.  The earthy smell was getting stronger, and Rem could taste precum coming out of the penis.
“Good,” Damon Pride gasped.  “Now lick my balls.  That’s an order.”
Rem nodded, and then moved to the back.  The balls also had an earthy scent, but they were different from the penis proper, which was lovely.  The raccoon gripped the wonderful organ gently, and ran his tongue up the side.
“Like that,” his boss gasped.  “Keep going.  Switch between the two. . . !”
And so Rem did, going from Damon Pride’s penis to his ballsac, licking eagerly with his tongue.  Back and forth he went, performing eagerly to please the lion as much as possible, hoping he would make his boss proud.
Damon Pride came quietly, but his cum was anything but quiet.  It squirted loudly from his member and landed directly in Rem’s mouth, as he was licking the tip.  The raccoon eagerly swallowed it down, swooning at the combination of tastes and smells—it almost overcame him.  Above, his boss panted momentarily, but soon recovered from the experience, leaning forward with a smile.
“Stand up, cutie,” Mr. Pride ordered.  “You did good.  You did very good.”
Rem nodded, and got up from the ground.  He was feeling a bit hazy now.  But considering the fantastic time he’d just had, he supposed that was to be expected.
Mr. Pride laughed.  “You sure are eager,” the lion teased.  “You’ll do just about anything I ask.  In fact. . .”
His face lit up with a smile, and at that moment, his belly growled.  Leaning into Rem’s ear, he whispered.  “I’m a starving lion, boy.  And I’m hungry for raccoon.  Want to be my food?”
Rem gasped.  Something else he’d fantasized about was actually happening to him!  Fuck, he had dreamed so many times about Damon Pride devouring him whole.  Before the raccoon could properly think he was saying, “Yes, please!  I’d love to be your food!  Eat me!”
Mr. Pride laughed.  “So sure, are we?” he said, laughing.  “Well, how can I refuse such a willing, tasty specimen?”  He grinned.  “Let’s prepare you to go down my throat.”
Before Rem knew what was happening, the lion was licking him, the huge tongue running down the raccoon’s face and getting spit in his fur.  Damon Pride moaned, and continued to taste his meal, licking Rem’s cheeks and neck.  “Delicious,” the lion murmured.  He smirked at his meal.  “I’m not eating your clothes, boy.  Strip now, before I make you.”
“Yes sir, of course Mr. Pride!” Rem shouted, quickly standing up.  He flew out of his shirt and rapidly removed his pants and underwear, throwing off his shoes and socks as he did so.  As he did, Damon Pride studies his meal, assessing Rem like he was a prize cut of meat, nothing more or less.  When the raccoon’s last sock was finally off, Pride smirked and licked his lips, getting saliva all over his teeth.
“Now,” the boss said, drooling, “get into my mouth, and I’ll eat you right up.”
He opened his maw wide, giving Rem full display of his twitching tongue, spit-covered teeth, and ominous throat.  In awe, the raccoon moved forward, his feet almost seeming to move automatically as he stared into the gaping, drooling mouth.  Damon Pride was certainly hungry for him—and Rem was ready to indulge the lion.
The raccoon leaned into the enormous mouth and laid his head down on the squishy, wide tongue, letting the appendage lick at his fur and lap up his face.  Rem giggled at the tickles that lit up his left cheek as he was tasted, and the tongue made sure to travel all around his head, swirling around the lion’s tasty treat.
“Mmmm!” Damon Pride said.  When he spoke, his words vibrated all around Rem, who felt every word from the inside of the lion’s mouth.  “You certainly are a special meal, Rem, I’ll tell you that.  Now, let’s send you down the hatch.”
Pride used his tongue to push Rem’s head deeper into his maw, until his muzzle was tickling the back of the lion’s throat.  Then, Damon Pride swallowed, and sent his meat on the first step of its journey to his stomach: down a tight, constricting throat, that clamped around Rem’s head and squeezed him relentlessly. Rem felt it as he was launched forward into the esophagus, and as his head was thrown down, his chest was lifted and sent into the lion’s gaping maw.
His boss continued licking and enjoying his taste, the tongue being relentless as ever as it lapped up Rem’s chest and shoulders.  Then the next swallow made the raccoon dive deeper into the throat, splashing down toward the stomach.  “Mmmmm!” Damon Pride said again.  And then the lion continued to enjoy his meal.
The next few swallows were quick and decisive, as the lion threw Rem’s chest further into his throat.  Soon Rem’s belly was sealed away behind that throat, and as his own stomach was sent down, he felt Mr. Pride’s stomach start to open up.  Below his head, the sphincter of the stomach appeared, pressing against his fur.  Just one more swallow, and he would—
/Gulp!/ Rem was shoved into Damon Pride’s gut, pushed past the barrier into a gooey, growling chamber that was just begging to devour him.  His head pressed against dripping stomach walls, and liquid got into his fur.  But that was how it went—after all, he was just food now.
Another slurp sent him deeper into the belly of the beast, and his head hit the bottom of the stomach.  He found it burbling with acid and slime, a digestive concoction that still being prepared for him.  Soon his boss’s stomach would take him completely—and that turned Rem on more than anything else in his life.
Above, only his knees and feet were left to eat.  Damon Pride gave them both loving licks, not letting anything get in the way of his tasting.  He slurped and savored the raccoon for as long as he could.  But soon enough, the lion’s stomach grew impatient, and gave a loud /groooowl/ around Rem’s form.  Chuckling, Pride said, “Looks like your time is up.  You’ve been a delicious dinner, my good assistant.  Now, let’s get you all down to my stomach.”  
And with that, the lion sucked Rem’s feet inside of his mouth, swirling them around his maw for a long moment.  Then he gave the final swallow, and sent them down to his gut once and for all.
A moment later, all of Rem curled up inside Damon Pride’s growling, demanding belly.  The raccoon hugged his knees to his chest and closed his eyes, taking in the environment around him: the dripping walls, the loud gurgles, the acid scents.  He had always dreamed of ending up in a stomach, especially his boss’s stomach, but for it to actually happen was something beyond his wildest dreams.  
But now there was only one thing left to do.  Because after all, food had to be broken down.  And the belly around him was begging to do just that.
Outside, Damon Pride smirked, and patted his stomach.  It had swelled out nicely with his raccoon assistant inside, and he loved the feeling of live prey wriggling within.  “One last order for you, assistant,” he said, stroking his bulging belly.  “Keep struggling in there as much as you can.  I do love me a nice belly massage.”
At once, his stomach sprang to life, as Rem followed his command squirmed inside of the stomach.  Pride chuckled—oh, people like the raccoon really would do /anything/ to please him.  But that was what made them so delicious.
He leaned back in his chair and stroked his belly as Rem struggled inside.  For a long time, he remained there, simply feeling the squirms of his prey as digestion came nearer and nearer.  But something had to give—and soon enough, Rem’s writhing and wriggling was slowing down.  It got slower and slower, until it finally stopped all together.
“Out of energy already?” Damon Pride teased his meal.  “Looks like my stomach is really working on you.  Don’t worry, meat—you’ll be reduced to nothing soon enough.”
Right on cue, his belly gurgled, and a moment later, true digestion began.  The squirms picked up for one last moment as acids filled the belly, and then, they stopped.  Rem was gone.
The stomach tossed and turned around the raccoon, breaking down his form into nutrients for the bigger lion.  Pride lay back in his chair and felt the process, putting a hand on his belly and feeling it shrink down as digestion broke the meat.
“Ahhhhh.”  The lion smiled and patted his stomach as is gurgled.  The nutrients were flushed into the small intestine to be further broken down, then the large intestine.  A moment later, Damon Pride really had to take a shit.
He stood up from his chair and walked down to his private bathroom, which the lion had installed due to moments like these: moments were he’d just eaten a delicious specimen, and wanted some peace in excavating them from his body.  Pride sat down on the toilet, and proceeded to poop.
A large diamond of shit left his ass and plopped into the toilet, where it floated there for a moment before sinking.  With a smile, the lion wiped his butt and stood up from the toilet, staring down at the remains to Rem.
“You made a fantastic lunch, dear assistant,” Damon Pride said, licking his lips.  He could still taste some of the raccoon there.  “Farewell, delicious meal.”
He flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom.  Then, after taking a moment to straighten his tie, he left the office for the day.
Tomorrow, he’d have to hire another assistant.