safe and sound, inside Rocky's dorm

Slowly, mouth dry as fuck, head hurting like hell, Ian opened his eyes. His body was still weak, still extremely tired, and barely responsive. Looking around, he had realised that he was in a bed, a big bed, one definitely not made for his size. The room he was in, looked like a college dorm, four beds mounted to the wall, windows closed and covered, bags and piles of college papers and assignments scattered on the ground. The air he was inhaling, wasn't the best, it was very musky and sweaty, but that's nothing compared to what he had endured throughout the day. Speaking of which, he took a glance at his belly, it was still a little swollen. He could still feel that Rocky's cum hadn't fully left his stomach. Ian could still feel his butt burning.

Being done registering the pain, Ian looked around the room once more. It seemed like wasn't all alone.

On the bed right next to him, was Rocky, the German Shepherd, the one that technically kept him safe while simultaneously used him as his toy. He was still naked, his cock hadn't fully went into hiding. He was looking back at Ian, he seemed a little concerned, but didn't speak to him. On the other bed next to him, was a male Dalmatian, sleeping on his back, also completely naked, with no care or interest of Ian's presence. He wasn't as big or muscular as Rocky, but still bigger than Ian. On the other side of the room, laying wide awake and also naked, with a swollen, loudly thrashing belly, was a Golden Retriever, looking and smirking at the poor, confused kitty.

„Well, look who decided to wake up.” The Golden Retriever said arrogantly, paying little to no mind to the struggles coming from inside of his swollen gut.

„W-what...?” Ian tried speaking, but his mouth was too dry to work.

„You've had quite a day, or so I've heard. Mr.Rocky here told me all about it. And frankly, I'm quite jealous.” His yellow hands began moving across the surface of his wiggling gut. „It's quite hard finding somebody so eager to help a canine so big like us.” He slapped his own gut, making whoever was unfortunate enough to be his prey, struggle even harder, bringing a cheeky smile on his muzzle.

„Are you okay?” Rocky had finally spoke, even got off his bed and walked up to Ian.

„Water...” Ian whispered.

Rocky nodded and went to grab a cup of water for the kitty, all while the golden retriever watched them with a wide smirk of his face. Once he got his water, Ian drank it quickly, he could barely sit on his butt from the pain and from how weak he felt. Rocky placed the cup back from where he found it, before coming back and sitting besides him, letting the white cat rest on his shoulder.

„Sorry.” The German Shepherd scratched the back of his head. „I might have gotten a little careless there. I'll be more careful next time.” He **** a smile.

Ian wasn't sure what to think of it. Whether he should be happy that the big canine cared about him, or be scared that he thought that there'll be a next time. With all of them being completely naked, the Dalmatian snoring without a care, and the Golden Retriever's belly sloshing and gurgling so loud, with whatever prey slowly melting, Ian didn't know whether he should stay calm or freak out.

„What happened.” Ian asked the big question.

Before Rocky could respond, the Golden Retrieve did it for him. „Well, you two fucked, then you fainted, and mr.Muscles here dropped you off here, and tasked me to keep you away from getting eaten while he attends classes. Had to save you twice from getting eaten by mr.Spots over there.” He pointed at the sleeping Dalmatian. „Then I got bored, invited a cute little rabbit, then got bored again, and ate him.” He slapped his swollen gut again.

„Oh...” Ian didn't know what to say, or what to think. He was surely not happy where he ended up, in a room with three preds, one that already eaten somebody, one that tried eating him while being ****, and one that seemed concerned about him, even though he's the reason why he's here. „Thanks? I guess? But I think it's time for me to go home, it's probably late after all.” He tried to get off the bed, but his legs were too weak to do so.

„No.” Both Rocky, and the cocky Golden Retriever said at the same time.

„It's almost the middle of the night. You'll probably get eaten before you step foot outside.” The Retriever said, sounding more annoyed than concerned. „You're better off sleeping with us.”

„True.” Rocky agreed, one of his palms moving onto Ian's lap. „Too dangerous outside, especially for you. You should sleep with us. We promised we don't bite.”

„Wrrroonng!” The Golden Retriever moaned. „As you can see.” For a third time, he slapped his gut. „I do bite. Plus, Mr.Spots will probably try to eat you again if he wakes up.”

„What do you suggest then?” Rocky sounded worried.

„Well... How about we put him somewhere where he, nor I/you, could reach him.” The Golden Retriever slowly got off the bed, his swollen gut thrashing even harder, with each movement he made. „You see, we canines aren't all natural, there was some lab evolution involved. Our digestive system doesn't work very well while we sleep, barely at all. I have to stay awake so mr.Bunsbuns here digests.”

„He doesn't want to be eaten.” Rocky responded for Ian.

„Okay. Plan two, you can sleep on the same bed. But knowing you, you'll surely crush him before morning. It isn't the first time that happened, ask all your girlfriends.” The Retriever giggled. „Or, plan three, which it's almost foul proff, he sleeps inside one of our sacks.” His hand grabbed a hold of his sloshy ballsack.

„Excuse me!?” Ian exclaimed. „I don't want be turned into a puddle either!”

„Don't worry! That won't happen unless we want to, or when we're horny.” Rocky groaned at the Retriever's solutions, but didn't look like he disapproved, which Ian feel quite uncomfortable. „Maybe you should sleep in mine. He isn't really that good at not being horny.”

„And you are?” Ian commented, concerned over his safety, but also quite annoyed of how the Retriever was taking in the whole situation.

„Well, believe it or not. I don't like sloshing my prey. I'm more of the digestive kind of guy. Plus I've done it before. Remember that bat guy, Rocky?” The German Shepherd nodded slightly. „He spent a whole week in my nuts, and he came out just fine! Well... somebody ate him afterwards, but that doesn't matter. So, what's it gonna be?”