It is a typical cold night in the ‘Big Apple’, but being night doesn’t seem to make a difference to the city dwellers. Many New Yorkers still out and about along the streets, the majority of these being the homeless and worse off patrons, scrounging what they can for food from trash cans and/or dumpsters. Human and Animal alike it seems, as two Doberman Pincher emerge from the top of a dumpster, their once pristine, well groomed fur now matted and tangled from a failed days’ scrounging for food. One of the pair growling loudly, for when he tries to leave, one half of the dumpster’s flap falls and hits him square in the head. Kicking the flap back and making a racket as it hits the bricks of the building to one side of the alley, “I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to living like a common STRAY!!” the Dog yells as he kicks at the dumpster itself, causing more commotion, the dog in question still wore, a now grubby looking, red, studded collar, an I.D hanging from it which read ‘Roscoe’. “You can’t believe it, what about me, if you had helped me out in getting that bite sized, orphan brat, then maybe we’d still be at our master’s side!” says the other Doberman, this one’s fur being as raggedy as Roscoe’s, he wore a blue collar, just as filthy, and had a name tag which read ‘Desoto’. Roscoe, even though they had been partners, was starting to get tired of Desoto’s complaining tone, smiling slightly at his partner, “Excuse me, I think I remember telling you to leave that hobo’s place when our master called, it’s not my fault that you were thinking with your stomach rather than your head.” He says slyly, spending time, as he called it, ‘like a common stray’ hadn’t diminished Roscoe’s keen mind and sharp wit at all. Desoto frowns slightly, about to make a response before hearing his stomach at which point he forgets his anger and frustration, “Ugh... speaking of food, I’m starving, just thinking about eating that cat makes me hungry.”
Just then, Roscoe’s ears perk, the cunning Doberman having an instant brainwave at Desoto’s comment, a wicked idea forming in his mind and can’t help but smile, “Why stop with the Cat...?” he asks a loud, turning back to Desoto with a smirk, “Think about it Desoto, once you eat the little kitty, then what’s to stop us from getting our full revenge, on Dodger and the rest of his crew?” Roscoe says, padding up close to Desoto with a smile and glint of his pearly white teeth. Desoto takes a few moments to catch on to what Roscoe had planned but once he pieced it together, he couldn’t help but grin as widely as he was, “Mmmm, not a bad idea Roscoe, but the kid lives in that fancy place now, how we supposed to get him?” Desoto asks with concern. Roscoe smiling in return at his partner, “Leave that to me.” He says with an evil grin.
The following morning is bright and sunny with the sounds of the city returning to the less hastened hustle and bustle of the previous night, in the up state area however, it was far calmer, only the odd car going by outside the grand houses on either side of the street. Hardly any dog catchers came around this part of town due to all the pet owners along this neighbourhood taking good care of their pets. This was something Roscoe had counted on for his plan to work, both he and Desoto hiding in the bushes outside of the house where a certain kitten lived, “Ok... Here’s the plan, I go up to their doorstep and then play the whole ‘wounded and neglected stray’ routine, they let me in, then I’ll let you in when night comes round.” Roscoe explains to Desoto with a grin. Desoto can’t help but smile at his partner’s plan watching him remove his collar and giving it to him, “I can’t have that on if I’m pretending to be stray.” He says, padding over to front gate, unlatching it and pushing it open with his nose, “Wait for my signal later tonight.” He says to Desoto, whom nods and hides back in the bushes. Coughing slightly Roscoe prepares for his performance, sitting down, splaying his ears and begins to whimper loudly, scratching at the door softly as well.
These acts didn’t go unnoticed long as before long the door opens to reveal an elderly gentleman at the door, a little portly but has a kind face with spectacles, “Oh my, what’s happened to you then?” he asks, getting on one knee and reaches down to check Roscoe’s head. This motion was a bit foreign to Roscoe as he would, more than likely, have bitten the man’s hand, but restrains himself as the man checks his teeth and head slowly, “Hmmm, you appear healthy but your fur.” He says, smiling slightly afterwards, “Here, you’d better come inside.” He says, parting the way for Roscoe to enter. Inside he’s grinning triumphantly, that had been easier than he’d expected.
From at the top of the stairs, a little girl calls out to her butler/guardian, “Winston, who is it?” she asks curiously, “Oh, good morning Jenny, This stray was on the front porch, he appears a little worse for wear but I’m sure we can clean him up a bit.” He says with a smile up at her, she returning his smile while Roscoe concealed a sly smirk, his plan was going perfectly. For the rest of the day, Roscoe spent his time looking around the house, having to endure a soap bath, which he actually appreciated on some level, getting his tangled fur back to the pristine coat it was before. After having dried off he went in search of the kitten, Oliver, it didn’t take him long to find him, he was playing with the little girl in her bedroom, while watching them he noticed that the kitten had grown slightly since their last encounter, this didn’t bother him though, it just meant Desoto would get a slightly larger meal than he remembers. Roscoe perks up slightly when hearing a cough from behind him, turning his head to spot the pampered poodle, Georgette, he remembered from the old warehouse his master resided in, “I don’t know what you’re up to handsome, but if you even think of getting in between Jenny or Oliver then I’ll make sure Winston throws you back out onto the street where stray TRASH like you belong!” Georgette yells at Roscoe, growling slightly, it was obvious that she had become quite attached to Oliver, after seeing how deeply he and Jenny cared for each other. Roscoe is taken aback by the loud outburst from the pampered pooch but merely smiles afterwards, “Well... I’ll be sure to make a note of that.” He says, turning away, “Oh, and I’ll also remember what happened here, best not let your guard down.” He says with a grin as he walks away. He would make a mental note to take care of the ‘Bitch’ in an ‘appropriate’ manor.
That night Roscoe set his plan into action, getting up from his ‘temporary’ bed in the kitchen; he begins checking each of the rooms for any signs of the guardian of the household, or anyone else being up. Finding that the coast was clear, he heads back downstairs to the back door which had a built in flap for Oliver to get in, “Desoto, psst, Desoto!” Roscoe whispers to his partner whom quickly heads around to the back, “Hey Roscoe, how is it, living in such a swanky place?” he jokes to which Roscoe snaps at him, “Shut up you idiot, check under the flower pot next to the door, there should be a spare key under It.” He says, he having witnessed Winston go into the back garden and Roscoe, ‘accidentally’ shutting the door behind him, it locking, and watched Winston open the back door with the spare key. Desoto nuzzles at the pot and finds the key, “Got It.” he whispers, “Ok, pass it through the flap and I’ll open the door.” Roscoe whispers back with Desoto doing as instructed, Roscoe picking up the key in his mouth, puts it in the lock and turns it with his teeth, the door swinging open as Desoto walks in, Roscoe smiling at him smugly, “Off like clockwork.” He says, referring to how smoothly his plan worked.
“Ok, where’s that Cat, I got a score to settle.” Desoto says, snarling menacingly. Roscoe merely smiles in reaction to his partner’s eagerness, “He’s upstairs, third door to the right.” He says, Desoto grinning and begins to bolt through the kitchen, “Hey Roscoe, ain’t you comin?” he asks as he looks back, “Yeah, but go on ahead, I got my OWN bone to pick with a certain female.” He says, Desoto smiling in reaction and continues up the stairs with Roscoe following casually after him, playing it slowly as he approaches the first door to his right, Georgette’s room.
As Desoto approached the room he sniffs outside, scenting the distinct smell of cat in the air, pushing the door open with his muzzle and slowly pads into the room, he navigates around the little girls bed silently, through a few of her dolls laid on the floor, she really needed to tidy up, he soon comes to a cat basket, grinning menacingly as he finds Oliver curled up and asleep in his bed, “Mmmm, finally, I’ve waited months for this.” He whispers as he gets in close, “I like cat’s... I like to eat em.” He whispers, the same thing he said to Oliver when he first cornered him, opening his mouth wide and sliding his lower jaw under the curled up kitten, scooping him up as he raises his muzzle into the air, tilting his head back and lets out a semi-loud ‘Glk’ as half the cat’s body slides into Desoto’s throat, closing his muzzle around the cat’s lower half and gulps a second time and then a third and final time as Oliver’s hind paws descend into the Doberman’s throat, a noticeable bulge sliding down Desoto’s neck, murring happily as he felt the first REAL food in months, enter his stomach, letting out a slight burp afterwards, “Mmmm, thanks for the snack, it’s been a loooong time comin.” He says, turning to leave the room and approaching the door only to see it open again...
Roscoe watched as Desoto went into Emily’s room, smiling as he knew he would do his best not to disturb the girl, and he would do the same as he entered the room of the pampered prize winner, padding silently into the room, he takes a casual glance at all the trophies, medals and blue ribbons this dog had won, if he were inclined to be bothered by such things, then he ‘may’ have been impressed, as it was, all he cared about was getting even for what she had said to him. Approaching the large bed of pillows slowly and cautiously, pulling back the curtains to find Georgette fast asleep and snoring horrendously loud, “She’s even loud mouthed when asleep.” Roscoe whispers to himself with an eye ridge cocked, shaking this thought from his mind, he gets back to the task at hand, leaning down his head to hers, “I know this kinda goes against the ‘natural food chain’, but like the saying goes... ‘It’s a dog EAT dog world’.” He whispers with a smile, licking his lips before opening his mouth wide and sliding his tongue under Georgette’s muzzle, softly clamping his jaws over hers to make her stop snoring so loudly, shifting his jaws down lower over her muzzle and face until soon her whole head was going into his mouth, her muzzle at the back of his throat now, taking a breath through his nose, Roscoe lets out a loud gulp around Georgette’s head and, lucky for him, it was small enough to then sink down into his neck. Having accomplished this, which he deemed to be the riskiest part, he does something ‘quite’ unexpected, concentrating, two loud crackling pops are heard and his jaws suddenly slack and relax around Georgette’s neck. He had dislocated his jaws, not unlike a snake would have, and he began opening his mouth wider and gulping around the Poodle’s shoulders.
Inch after inch, Roscoe takes in the medium sized form of the prize winning, champion poodle, swallowing and gulping lower and lower down her petite body, a continuous neck bulge descending down his throat to the empty, complaining stomach, he soon reaching the poodles hind legs at which time he lifts his head skyward, tilting it back and relaxes his throat, allowing gravity to aid in the last of Georgette descending into his stomach. He letting out a last gulp as the hind paws of his ‘meal’ disappear into the considerable neck bulge, descending into his distending stomach, closing his maw once the last of his meal empties out into his groaning gut, but his mouth doesn’t remain closed long as a crass belch is released into the room, all Roscoe’s efforts to stifle it failed, “Mmmm, you may have been an arrogant bitch, but you were deffinately tasty.” He chuckles as he turns to leave the room, his stomach hanging down half way to the floor with his meal, leaving the room and turning to go check on Desoto, pushing the door open with his nose.
Desoto was surprised to be sure when he saw the door opening, fear shooting through him that it was one of the humans come to check on the girl, he releases a big sigh of relief when Roscoe steps into the room, “Oh man, don’t scare me like that, I thought you were a human.” He says, relief in his voice, “Heh, nah, I ain’t no human, but I think they’re gonna be pissed when they find out that their ‘pampered pooch princess’ is gone.” He says with a smirk. Desoto cocks a brow at Roscoe’s comment and then notices the considerable stomach distension on his partner’s body, the gravity of what he meant, now apparent, “Roscoe... you didn’t do what I think you did, did you?” Desoto asks, half concerned but still with a smile on his muzzle, Roscoe simply returning the smile, “Why, what do you think I did?” he asks, his stomach giving out a slight gurgle and growl. This proved Desoto’s suspicion’s, but padded over to him with a devious grin, “Heh, heh, you ain’t gonna keep a mate long if you keep Eating them ya know?” he teases, Roscoe smirking in response, “Oh please, the pampered bitch wasn’t my type, she was nothing to me, so I treated her as such.” He says. Desoto smiling and turning to head out before Roscoe pipes up, “Hey, where are you going, we’re not done quite yet... well, I’m not quite done.” He says, looking over at the girl’s bed. Desoto has a confused look upon his face, “What are you getting at Roscoe?” he asks before noticing where he was looking. His eyes widen in realisation at what Roscoe was hinting at, running over to him, but flinches when Roscoe snarls at him quietly but menacingly, causing Desoto to back down, “But Roscoe, eating another dog is one thing but this goes against natural law.” He says, Roscoe scowling and looks down at Desoto as he climbs onto the bed, “Screw the natural law, when I said I was gonna get revenge on Dodger, his gang and the little orphan brat that included her too!” he whispers intently, indicating toward the sleeping girl under the bed sheets, “But Roscoe...” Desoto begins to say before Roscoe shoots him a stern look, “Don’t even think about intervening; don’t make the mistake of thinking I won’t think twice about disposing of you as I did the pampered pooch and, soon, this girl.” He says, snarling at Desoto whom sits on the floor, quiet and docile, not wanting to end up like the cat did in his stomach but within his partner’s stomach instead.
With the argument out of the way, Roscoe continued to the head of the bed where the girl’s head was located, she was much, much bigger than the ‘meal’ he’d had before hand and he knew that this wouldn’t be as easy, but he was still determined to see this through. Concentrating like he did before, two loud pops sound out as his jaws go slack and relaxed once more, leaning in and giving the girl’s hair a testing sniff, her scent was... different, but delicious none the less, licking his lips, he spreads his jaws wide, sliding his lower jaw under the back of her head and begins to slide his maw forward. Desoto can barely watch, whimpering slightly as Roscoe’s cheeks stretch around the girl’s head, it sliding into Roscoe’s wide jaws with surprising ease, the crown and forehead in his throat as his upper jaws obscure her face.
It’s at this time Roscoe begins to gulp loudly around the girl’s head, as a result, her head jerks backwards, more of it sliding down Roscoe’s throat while he begins crawling forward. It doesn’t take long until the whole of Jenny’s head is in his throat and bulging out his neck considerably, Roscoe taking a short pause which Desoto may interpret as Roscoe having second thoughts, another series of gulps and swallows prove otherwise as Roscoe, not only continues his ‘meal’ but widens his jaws even more, Desoto letting out another whimper as he watches the girl’s shoulders bulge out Roscoe’s neck even further. The Doberman’s swallows seem to hasten as he goes, gulping strongly around the girl’s body, her undeveloped chest and slightly pudgy tummy disappearing as neck bulges going down Roscoe’s throat, his meal starting to empty into the, already busy, stomach of the large dog, gulping a couple more times and Roscoe reaches her mid thighs in his stretched jaws, the skin around his neck being visible beneath his fur due to the stretch. Realising he only had the small girl’s legs to devour, he raises his head and tilts back, like he had with georgette prior, bobbing his head gently and choking her down as well as gravity assisting in her descent. By now Roscoe’s stomach was heavily distended and only set to be more so as only the petite lower legs of the girl remained outside of his jaws. Loud, audible snarls sounding out around the legs as Roscoe choked them down continuously, her feet within sight of entering his wide maw, sliding down smoothly as they did, down into his jaws. He shuts his jaws with a snap after her feet disappear into his throat, reaching a paws up to stroke over the neck bulge as it descends into his stomach, he taking great pride in having eaten the human child, once the last of his meal empties into his gut, he lets loose a loud, crass belch into the air, not bothering to stifle it this time, wanting to enjoy every last moment of his meal, “Mmmmm, surprisingly tasty. Who knew humans were so delicious.” He says with an evil grin, groaning as he lies down on Jenny’s bed stretching his limbs with audible clicks, his stomach massively distended due to the girl now squirming inside of it. Hearing more whimpers, Roscoe’s attention turns to his partner, rolling his eyes, “Are you still here, I thought you would have ran away after your little attack of ‘conscience’.” He says with a sigh. Desoto, now shivering considerably, rises to his feet and pads forward slowly, “R-Roscoe, even though I don’t approve of this, I DO still want to get revenge on Dodger and his gang, just... promise me, you won’t do anything like this again.” His tone of voice sounding very sincere, Roscoe sighs loudly and looks to Desoto, “Fine... I won’t eat another Human girl.” He says, grunting afterwards as he too raises to his feet, a little wobbly and clambers off the bed with a loud thud, hobbling over to Desoto as best he can, a smirk slowly growing on Desoto’s muzzle, “Heh, you’re gonna need to go on a diet, ya know that right?” he says with a grin. Roscoe looks back with a smile, “No duh, but at least two good things came from this... I now know how large a prey I can eat and that dogs can now become a PERMANENT part of my diet.” He says with a hint of malice in his voice.
It takes a while but, with assistance from Desoto, Roscoe is able to navigate down the stairs and hobble out of the back door and into the cold night, Roscoe grumbles as it started to rain but nothing could dampen his spirits as his new hunger had been kindled, ready for what new meals lay ahead...