Michael tapped his clawed fingertips along his steering wheel. He'd waited in this line for ten minutes now, and he still had three cars in front just to get to the speaker. His barely functioning AC doing nothing to cool him down in the summer heat. He wondered grumpily if this “Summer Suprise" thing this local restaurant was promoting was worth it.

The line moved forward one car length, and he wiped sweat from his brow. 

Finally reaching the speaker, he rolled down his window and gruffly asked for the Summer Surprise. The response was cheery as ever, asking him, “Would you like the special cream topping as well?" He wasn't sure what that meant, it wasn't mentioned on the ad he saw. He figured he might as well, and informed the attendant of his decision. They told him the total, and asked him to pull up to the first window.

The next ten minutes seemed to ooze by. He decided to keep his window down, it didn't make much difference and the breeze was nice.

Pulling up to the window, where a friendly bird greeted him. “Hello! One Summer Surprise with special cream topping?"

He pushed his sunglasses to rest on his head. “That's right."

“Okay!" he reached out with an empty cup, “Please jizz into here. The more, the better!"

The striped tiger took a moment to realize what he'd said, and expected of him. Seeing his questioning look, the bird reassured him. “Don't worry if it takes a while, it's been the hold up all day! Take your time!" he smiled.

He took only a moment more to consider his options, then choosing the one leading him to unzip his pants. His flaccid black length spilled out, its musky aroma filling the vehicle. He jerks himself gently to get himself hard, then really starts pumping. Eager to get his milky cum into the cup, get his Surprise, and leave this drive-through.

Pre began to leak from his tip, slickened foreskin no longer able to cover the head. He panted lightly, the heat helping to get him off at least.

Pointing his cock down into the cup as his balls drew up, his meat pulsed. He grunted, pleasure coursing through his crotch, and jizz began to spill into the cup, filling it quickly. After four spurts he was done. He squeezed out the last few weak pulses, cum dribbilng out out of his tip, and then he wiped himself off on the rim of the cup. He handed the almost full cup back to the attendant, catching a wiff of the potent cum on the way.

“Thanks! Pull to the second window," he said, with a smile and wave. Arriving at the window, another employee greeted him, a cheetah. “Hello! We're prepping your Summer Surprise. So, got any plans for today?"

The overly friendly employee was only doing their job, and he made small talk, which made the wait seem non-existant. Then they said “Okay, we're ready! Please lean as close as you can to the window, then close your eyes and open wide!"

Again, Michael was confused, quickly caught on by the employee. They'd been dealing with this kind of thing all day. “Well it isn't a surprise if you can see it, now is it? C'mon, you'll love it!"

He made it this far. Obligingly, he leaned his head out, able to rest his chin on the ledge of the window into the building. He closed his eyes and opened his big mouth. And waited.

“Vince! You're up!"

The racoon known as Vince perked up. He made his way through the kitchen towards the cashier calling out his name.

“This one's got the cream add-on as well. Here."

Shoved into his small paws was a cup filled with fresh warm cum. He felt himself getting hard in his uniform. He restrained from taking a sample, instead carrying the cup to a station where he added sugar, milk, and some special spices. He blended the mixture together, making an appreciable froth.

Then he went into a booth next to the second window. He undressed, placing his uniform into a cubicle with his name on it. Then he took the cup, and with no hesitation, raised it above his head and poured its contents over himself.

The lukewarm mixture oozed over him, feeling strange. Once he'd emptied the cup, he began to rub it into his fur, starting and his arms, then chest. His penis was flaccid for now, at least, though that changed when he heard a gruff, slow voice behind him. “Mmm, we definitely need to do the Summer Surprise promo more often."

Vince turned around to face his manager, Izzy, a large dragon wearing only an apron and pants. He was grinning down at the racoon, a bulge tenting out the front of his pants. “Let me get your back for you."

Clawed hands on his shoulders spun Vince around, and he held a gasp as those warm hands moved around his shoulders and back, smearing the cummy mixture into places he couldn't reach. His mouth opened when he felt one drift down, gently grabbing around his tail, a single finger spreading his cheeks, hot-dogging his hole.

“Now, you know the rules, right?" He heard Izzy breath into his ear. He nodded, not trusting his vocal cords to form coherent words.

“You'll be teleported back here in one hour." He shifted his claw, circling the tip dangerously close to his hole.

“Only ten minutes to freshen up." His anus dimpled as Izzy applied the slightest pressure.

“And then you can do it again, if you sign up." Izzy pushed, the first knuckle disappearing into his asshole. Vince's moan was cut but his other claw pressing into his mouth, holding his tongue down. He tasted the jizz frosting now, drawing him to suck on his manager's finger until it was clean.

“Now get out there and satisfy our customer." Izzy withdrew completely, gently pushing the blushing racoon towards the window, where he saw the customer he'd be serving. A tiger, maw wide open, tongue leading to the hole in the back that led to darkness.

Michael felt a little self-conscious, thinking about whether he brushed his teeth today, what the last thing he ate was. The cool air inside the building filled his lungs with every breath. Then he felt it: a pressure on his tongue. He couldn't quite make out a taste, or what it was, only it was firm and heavy. Then another pressure. Was someone standing on his tongue?

Whoever it was shifted about, then appeared to sit down, and he tasted it. His tongue delighted against whoever's bare ass lay against his taste buds, excited at the taste of a creamy, sweet and salty substance. It made his mouth water.

Vince walked forward, climbing up a short step ladder. He placed one footpaw, then the other onto the tiger's tongue, then sat down. On cue, drool dripped down onto him from above, and the tongue shifted below him, grinding on him.

The occupant of his mouth giggled when he shifted his tongue, moving it back and forth between their cheeks, seeking out more flavor. They leaned back, putting their little paws on his bottom teeth, stretching their feet out down his throat.

He laid down, pushing his feet and legs into the tigers hot throat. It gripped him immediately, dragging his lower half down. The wet flesh slid against his erection, and again he found himself holding back a moan of pleasure.

 Instinctively he swallowed, pulling half of their body into his throat. It bulged, hanging between the building and his car. He heard them gasp, and could feel their erection poking into his gullet. Their hot breath panted against the roof of his mouth. The sides his maw upturned in a grin, and his own pants bulged.

His tongue lapped about their body, tasting more of the fur drenched in the cream. He was able to scoop up most of it he thought, the tip of his tongue even able to reach to their head, dipping 

into their mouth. It made them moan quietly, just loud enough for him alone to hear.

The tiger's tongue continued to taste him, it's rough taste buds extracting every bit of cream from him. It lapped at his face, and he couldn't help but let it enter his mouth, making out with it. Tasting up his back one last time, it pushed against him, the throat opening up to hold him.

Gravity and copious drool made his surprise meal sink slowly into his throat. He lifted the back of his tongue, shoving their upper body into his throat, and swallowed again.

Completely inside, he experienced a full body swallow, the walls squeezing down around him. 

When his tongue moved out of the way, there was nobody to be seen. The bulge in his throat disappeared into his chest.

Jerked down the tiger's throat, into his chest. The sound of wet flesh sliding against him joined with the thumping of his host's heart.

His belly pushed out, lifting up his shirt to make room for its new occupant.

His feet pushed into an opening, which squeezed the rest of him out, sliding up his body. Cradled into the fleshy folds of the stomach, it gurgled around him.

He opened his eyes. The same employee stood there and announced what he'd just eaten, “Summer Surprise! Hope you enjoy, and come back soon!"

He squirmed, wanting, needing to get off. He pushed his face into the stomach walls, licking them.

He leaned back into his car, licking his lips of any remaining special sauce. His belly gurgled as his meal squirmed into place. “Thank you," he said, giving the cheetah a nod.

His other paw went between his legs, pushing a few fingers into his greedy hole. He could hear the murmurs from the tiger who ate him, and the acceleration of his vehicle, held tightly in the stomach.

He pulled out of the drive-through, driving with one paw on the steering wheel, the other caressing his belly. Occasionally his paw would wander down to his crotch and grope his bulge, ever present now his belly had a live meal.

The walls reacted slowly to his presence, gently churning along him, making happy gurgles. Even the occasional presence of the tigers paw rubbing him through his belly increased the eroticism of his situation. He reached his climax quickly, moaning out loud, his unseen jizz painting himself and the walls of his cage, while his anus clenched around his thrusting fingers. In his tired afterglow, he fell asleep, the stomach happy to continue churning around him.

Michael nearly burst right there in his pants. He'd felt and heard his meal orgasm, and it made him so horny he could hardly contain himself. His cock strained at his pants, a damp spot near his tip. He gripped the steering wheel, making small divots in the rubber from his claws.

After arriving home, which took very much too long, he ran into his living room, his stomach jiggling all the way. He shoved his pants down and leaned one arm on his couch, the other reaching around his belly to grab his cock. His occupant suddenly awoken, squirmed again. Michael took his length in his paw, smearing the large amounts of pre he'd been leaking during drive. His balls shook back and forth as he stroked.

He came quickly, and hard. Fresh hot cum stained the leather couch, growing in volume as more was deposited. His belly clenched rhythmically, each one announcing another spurt of jizz. His tongue hung from his maw, and he fought to catch his breath.

Suddenly, his belly felt empty, and looking down, it was as if he'd eaten nothing at all. Then, he heard his roommate walking down the stairs.

The teleporter's emergency beacon activated when the tiger's stomach clenched down on him one too many times. Vince closed his eyes, waiting for the bright light to dissipate. He materialized naked, dripping bodily fluids, on smooth metal. He stood up, ready for a shower. Though he was certain a certain horny manager would be waiting for him there.