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title: Engaging Contacts
pubDate: 2023-08-08
authors: bad-manners
wordCount: 6000
contentWarning: >
  Contains: Non-fatal size difference oral vore and unbirth, with willing female wyvern pred and multiple unwilling/semi-willing/willing female anthro prey. Also includes lesbian sex, pet play, and implied full tour.
thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/stories/bm_11_engaging_contacts.png
description: |
  An innocuous message might have a more obscure purpose than it initially appears. But Sally is not the first one to make that mistake tonight...

  This story was not a request by anyone! No one asked for this story to exist! ...In all seriousness, I just wanted to do something extra, themed around Vore Day, to go along with the uploads of the raffle requests. Enjoy!
posts:
  eka: https://aryion.com/g4/view/920250
  furaffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53217108/
  weasyl: https://www.weasyl.com/~badmanners/submissions/2291372/engaging-contacts-vore-story
  inkbunny: https://inkbunny.net/s/3088451
  sofurry: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2035092
  sofurrybeta: https://sofurrybeta.com/s/YnLrbBpe
tags:
  - oral vore
  - unbirth
  - feral predator
  - anthro prey
  - female predator
  - female prey
  - multiple prey
  - willing predator
  - unwilling prey
  - semi-willing prey
  - willing prey
  - size difference
  - implied full tour
  - lesbian sex
  - pet play
  - Vore Day
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Sally stared back at her phone, checking the message that she'd gotten a while ago. This was definitely the right address...but something else still bothered her.

'hey ca n you come over I need to feed my pet' – Sent on August 8th, 6:14PM

It seemed like a reasonable request from Esther, but the bunny still felt that something was off. Sure, it had been quite a while since they last spoke face-to-face, but maybe she was really desperate to find anyone who would take care of her pet... At least, that was Sally's first impression. But now, she wasn't quite sure if that's what she meant. Still, her curiosity had been piqued, and Sally didn't want to go back on her promise to come over, after she'd sent out an affirmative reply without a second thought.

The rabbit rang the doorbell, not entirely sure what to expect. And most certainly, not some sort of kinky fun. But when the plump cow appeared in front of her, naked and grinning, and snatched her in a single moment, it was already too late.

"Oh, look what we have here, honey...!" Esther cheered, smooshing the smaller rabbit's head between her robust cleavage as she slammed the door shut. "A nice little bunny, just for you~!"

Sally squirmed in the bovine's tight hug, only her long ears sticking out from the large pair of boobs that she was pinned to. "Gh–! E-Esther, it's me...! Sally! You sent me a message... W-We used to do yoga together, remember?"

"Sally from yoga, of course...! Let's get a good look at you, shall we?"

Esther pulled her free from the tight hug and stretched her arms, grasping the petite lagomorph by her shoulders. As the cow examined her slim figure with coveting eyes, the frightened bunny also inspected her company. Esther was big in many ways, and her voluptuous curves were all in plain sight, thanks to her complete lack of clothes other than a septum and earrings. Her brown fur covered her from her wide hips to the enormous pair of round breasts pointing slightly outward. The cow was definitely bigger than Sally remembered, but perhaps that was due to being held so close to her, after being squished between her boobs.

"W-Why did you call me...?" The bunny asked, flustered by the intense ogling that she was receiving from the overfamiliar cow. Sally would have tried to run away, if it didn't feel like all of the muscles in her body had frozen at the same time.

"To feed my pet, of course~! Didn't I say so in my text?"

"You did, b-but I didn't think–"

Sally was interrupted by a guttural rumble that shook Esther's living room. Her bunny instincts told her to hide, but with her shoulders in the bovine's tight grip, all that she could accomplish was turning her neck towards the sound, and face a terrible realization. She didn't know how she'd missed it until now: a large, red dragon, lying down across from her and Esther. Not large like the cow was large, but literally huge – perhaps four or five times her size! It took a lot of the space in the room – how it even entered this house in the first place was a complete mystery to Sally –, and its golden slit eyes stared right back at her. The bunny could've sworn that she saw something move down its long neck towards the plates of its belly, but her flight instinct had already kicked in, and nothing else mattered.

"A d-d-DRAGON!" She shouted, trying to break free from Esther's unyielding hold.

"Actually," a deep, feminine voice came from the scaly snout, "I'm a wyvern..."

The next few moments were filled with silence. The wyvern showed off her wings where her forelegs should have been, making her point with her last statement. But Sally wasn't concerned about whatever she was or wasn't; the only thing that mattered was the fact that this monstrous creature had said ANYTHING at all.

"Ahem!" Esther cleared her throat to break the awkward pause, furrowing her brows at the draconic reptile. "What did I say, honey? You're supposed to be my pet tonight – so no talking!"

"W-What...?" Sally whispered to herself in confusion, her voice being drowned out by the wyvern's grumble. "What is going on here?!"

Esther pulled the bunny's back to her belly, resting the back of her head on her bosom again. "Oh, that's Priscilla. Normally, she's allowed to speak...but tonight is a special night, and she is currently my -pet-. And as a good pet, she has to do what I tell her to~."

The lagomorph, forced into the cow's less-than-reassuring hug, could do nothing but stare at the wyvern in front of her. Now noticing how the menacing large creature wore a large collar around her neck, like a real pet would, and how her reptilian gaze betrayed some shyness. Priscilla was fully sentient and aware, that much was clear – but more than that, her body language revealed some enjoyment as well.

"T-Then...when you said that you needed to feed your pet..."

"Yep!" The taller woman said, still making sure that the bunny wouldn't simply run away. "C'mon, pet. Don't be shy!"

At Esther's command, the wyvern raised her wing and turned to her side. She closely watched the mammals, then turned her gaze to her torso. Priscilla revealed the golden plates across her underside and relieved the weight on her belly, letting the concealed bulge spread outward and sighing in relief.

Her distended stomach splayed over the wooden floor with the pressure being eased. The wyvern's midriff was filled with writhing, mumbling masses. Real people – multiple people –, who had been devoured alive. But despite how horrific their fate seemed, they weren't really fighting for their lives. They were still alive in there, breathing and moving in what must have been a very confined space. Maybe there were five people smooshed together, judging by the size. And their only utterances were moans – feminine moans, at that.

"She's just so hungry, y'know. She's got quite an appetite for cute little things like you~!" Esther teased gleefully, attempting to bother not only Sally with her words, but the wyvern as well. "What do you say, pet? Think you can eat another bite?"

Before Priscilla could answer, just on cue, her stomach groaned loudly. Sally had to admit that the mythological and sentient creature looked uncomfortable. Her plated skin was constantly fighting and holding back against the limbs pushing the walls outward. The wyvern brought her wing over to the organ, trying to massage it with the structural part of the limb. The relief that those rubs could offer were very limited, since the bloated belly was visibly beyond a reasonable capacity. The abdominal plates were now easily twice the diameter of the rest her torso! But in spite of the uneasy expression she wore, Priscilla timidly parted her jaws in front of the bunny.

If her master still wanted her to keep going, then she would oblige...

Sally watched the forked tongue unfurl, blowing humid breath on her and Esther's fur and revealing the maw in all of its glory. Flesh, glistening and quivering, with strands of saliva linking the roof to the cheeks. The tongue at the bottom danced over the front teeth, revealing its eagerness to overindulge with the next prey. And the bunny saw some hairs of fur, each a different color, spread along the numerous taste buds – evidence of the previous women, tricked in the same way, and now trapped in an orgy deep inside of Priscilla.

"Go ahead, little bunny~." Esther commanded.

But for some reason, Sally didn't even need the suggestion. Being so close to such a powerful creature was encouragement enough.

Her arm raised itself towards the open maw, and Sally pushed her palm against the tongue. The wyvern rumbled and closed her eyes, reacting to her taste. Maybe it was part of the act, Sally though; there was no way that just the taste of her hand could elicit such an extreme reaction. But a part of her brain was still thrilled, and she played along with the 'pet'.

The large, flat tongue pushed against the underside of her arm, its forked tip rising along the skin and slobbering it. The muscle reached up to the short sleeve of her dress, and the wyvern rested her top lip on the shoulder. Sally's arm was essentially smooshed against the tongue and palate, but not pinned in place. There was enough room to stroke the crease in the center of that salivating surface and elicit a few more pleased rumbles from Priscilla. This wasn't the reaction she'd expected from a voracious-looking mythical reptile, but neither did she expect her own reaction of letting herself be tasted!

With her arm still inside of those jaws that could have easily harmed her, she felt the wyvern push it aside with her tongue, letting it rest against the fleshy cheek and dull tips of her teeth. One of her wings had stealthily moved behind the bunny, and nudged her closer. Sally was surprised as her chest was forced directly against the squamous snout. The wyvern showed off her top fangs in the middle in a terrifying smile, where each pearly spire was easily as big as Sally's hands.

One of them approached her neck, sinking down to touch the soft exposed skin from her cleavage. But as Priscilla's maw closed, the tooth had snagged on her clothes, and continued to push down. With a loud 'rip!', it slowly tore Sally's one-piece article in half, revealing the bunny's small breasts and thin waist.

The short beige fur on her face got a lot redder, given how possessively yet gently the wyvern toyed with her. The wyvern who Sally was supposed to feed with her own body. It was just a fantasy – a twisted and devious one –, but Sally couldn't help herself but dive headfirst into it, as well. A ruined dress, and a tight bed deep inside of a winged lizard... This wasn't how she'd expected her Tuesday night to turn out.

Priscilla closed her teeth over the flapping strips of torn cloth, pulling them away so that Sally's sleeves were also ripped clean from her bod. The cheap fabric was easily shredded, falling to the ground and leaving the bunny's ventral side completely exposed to the incoming onslaught. The licks at Sally's arm had only been a test; the beige lagomorph wasn't prepared for the powerful laps that dragged saliva from her legs up to her face. The wyvern rumbled more, the taste of this fresh snack renewing her hunger despite how full she already felt.

Sally moaned as well, watching the cavernous maw bring its forked muscle and scary teeth against her fur again, licking at her private bits indiscriminately. She felt hot, but she wasn't sure if it was the air in the room or the warm reptilian saliva lapping at her skin. The bunny felt especially sensitive when the muscle was dragged over her labia and nipples, even if the licks didn't particularly focus on any single spot. Maybe her mind simply couldn't process that she was about to be eaten alive – and instead, the experience was translated into something exotic, thrilling, and extremely arousing. Sally stopped listening to the rational part of her brain. She only wanted more of this.

The 'pet' seemed to be of like mind, bringing down her jaws around the bunny's chest to gingerly chow down. Sally's upper body was fully trapped in a single bite, smooshed into flesh as accumulated saliva dribbled over the petite girl's legs. This was it, the bunny thought, there was no more escape... In the grasp of this powerful wyvern's maw, shoved against the tongue thoroughly tasting and lubricating her, she'd learned her place. She couldn't deny the unusually erotic appeal – maybe that was why the unconventional couple had wanted to live out this fantasy?

Esther admired the spectacle from afar. If she could hear Sally's thoughts, she'd have been in full agreement. Sitting down on her couch, the cow stared into the wyvern's golden eyes – and she stared back at her. She had no intention of interfering with the feeding, as she was too busy attending to her personal needs. Esther brought one of her hands down to her legs and rubbed her clitoris, squeezing her breast with the other. No matter how many times the bovine had watched the wyvern swallow someone alive tonight, she never got bored of it. Especially since Priscilla always knew how to make the show exciting.

The winged lizard lifted her head, showing the bunny's backside to Esther, and forcing her torso into a lying position in her maw. The forked tongue moved out while keeping Sally in place, curling over to reach her vulva. A shiver of ecstasy ran down the lagomorph's body, her moan muffled against the wider section of the selfsame muscle. The cow watched as pink flesh invaded pink flesh, tasting the entrance of Sally's folds with its bifurcated tip.

The bunny hadn't expected this playfulness, given how quickly the jaws had grabbed her. Now the wyvern was tasting her even more intimate bits, making Sally's imagination run wild with perverted desires. She was nothing but prey now, and the creature was making sure that she was put to good use, before she could no longer taste her. Dominating her inside and out, taking over her body and her mind...

Sally had kinky thoughts that were quite out-there in the past, but this surpassed anything else by far! Never did she imagine herself in a position where she was being eaten alive. But the tongue that dominated her view, squeezed her body, and lapped in her vagina, was definitely very real, and there was no escape from its hold, nor the intrusive thoughts it stoked.

Priscilla loved to see how the anthros consistently broke down and willingly gave themselves to her once they were trapped in her maw. Sometimes even before that, given enough teasing – as was with the bunny. Each 'snack' had their own unique flavor, but nothing tingled her senses more than watching them cross the line between terror and excitement. She wasn't sure how Esther had so many friends that were into this fetish, or if, deep down, everyone secretly craved it. But she wouldn't dream of refusing any chance of living out her role as predator.

Sally began moaning into Priscilla's maw with each thrust of the oversized tongue against her, its soft tip enough to drive her crazy. Esther moaned as well, pushing her fingers into her own folds to mimic the wyvern's cunnilingus. Esther couldn't help it with Priscilla, even when she was supposed to be the master – she, too, easily fell for the wyvern's allure. Imagining herself to be the snack in that maw instead, headed down the rumbling gullet to be locked away in that overfilled stomach, from which muffled moans erupted over each other.

It didn't take long for Sally to reach her orgasm, but her yells were snuffled to the outside world. Priscilla tossed her head back to consume her legs, not letting any of the lagomorph's juices squirt away from her mouth, and began to swallow her down right away. Staring down at the ravenous throat ahead, the bunny's mind went into overdrive, writhing senselessly as she slid down. Sally was filled with an intense thrill when her arms and head slipped into the esophagus, knowing that she had no choice but to resign herself to her destiny as a mere snack. A second climax immediately replaced her first, filling Sally with a primal lust that she couldn't bring into words. Almost a leap of faith, in a weird Manner – knowing that it wasn't the end, but just the beginning of a new chapter...

Priscilla let the wriggling bulge work her way down from her chin to her neck, shifting the girl's body deeper through softer flesh. She'd greatly enjoyed the novel tastes that Sally had brought to her mouth, but now it was time to tuck her away. The wyvern could tell that the bunny was loving every single moment, and so did she – even if the worry of tucking yet another woman in her overblown stomach nagged her. But with the discomfort she felt from being overstuffed, there also came a nugget of a most singular bliss. So tonight, Priscilla would indulge in her fetish, and worry about the consequences later.

The plump brown cow approached the neck, rubbing the lump in her scaly golden plates and messily spreading the slick vaginal juices that stuck to her fingers. The wyvern rumbled still at Esther's air of dominance, allowing the woman playing the role of 'master' to have her moments. A few more gulps drove the furry and moaning mass underneath Priscilla's plates through the loose collar and past her shoulders, being forced into the compact chamber that already housed her previous snacks.

"Is she in yet...?" Esther softly murmured as she moved to the large belly, and the wyvern shook her head.

She strained a few more gulps, trying to nudge the obstruction in her cardiac sphincter towards the bloated chamber by creating barely more space. The shifts in bulges were visible even from outside. The wyvern had to fight the instinct to puke, hoping that the small girl would be squeezed into any gaps that her stomach could find before she started having a reflux. Esther wanted to help, but looking at the draconic pet's nauseated expression, she thought it best not to touch that large belly for now.

Slowly, the swallowed lagomorph made headway, squeezing herself between the other bodies squirming inside. Finally, the pressure cleared from the wyvern's throat, and she relaxed with a sigh as she admired her bloated belly pushing out ever so slightly. The lively bulges squirmed less as some freedom of movement was lost in the more crowded organ – but all that mattered was that the bunny girl was now one of those bulges.

"Ohh, look at you! Good girl~..." The cow celebrated, now that Priscilla didn't look like she was about to barf her meal. She hugged the warm plates filled with live people, barely able to reach halfway around the circumference. The red wyvern groaned in deep rumbles at the slight pressure that Esther added to her abused organ, but the cow was unfazed. "Now you're nice and full for this very special night~!"

The blushing winged reptile gave her girlfriend – or 'master', as she had demanded to be called tonight – a tiny lick and a nudge with her snout, prompting the cow to hug her large squamous face instead of the aching tummy. They both knew that the other women she'd swallowed down would be completely safe inside, but that was their little secret. Her prey would find out...eventually. They'd all get to live for another day and remember this night – though their bodies might be extra sore in the morning, from all the grinding against each other.

"Well then, I'm sure you could probably fit another girl in there, Scilla~. Lemme check if there's someone else I can call."

"But I can't–"

Priscilla tried to complain with her deep voice, only to get shushed down by the bovine. She wasn't supposed to speak, as long as she was roleplaying as Esther's pet. But the wyvern still wanted to voice her concern about how full she felt, even if she wasn't allowed to! All that she could do was blush when she came to a realization: being forced to stay silent and obedient, even at her limit, was also the point of their roleplay...

"Now, then," the cow continued with a smirk, "let's see who else I can call..." She retrieved her phone on the couch and opened her contact list app. "Umm...what about...? No, Sara isn't answering my messages anymore. I think she blocked me. Oh, I know who to call!"

Esther started typing out her purposefully ambiguous message about feeding her pet on her phone, hoping to bait someone else to come over. She quickly sent it out again, not even checking for typos... But she heard something vibrate nearby.

"Huh?" She walked over to the pile of shredded clothes, where Priscilla had placed all of her multiple prey's garments after forcefully removing and disposing of them, one by one. From one of the purses, Esther fished out a phone with a notification on-screen. "Damn... Looks like I already invited that one. I really should've been keeping track of who is in you, Scilla... Er, who else can I call...?" The cow tossed away the devoured girl's phone, scrambling through the many names on her contact list that hopefully wouldn't turn her down. "Then, what about...Sally, from those yoga classes I took months ago?"

The wyvern broke out of her role again. "...That's the bunny I just ate."

The bovine was about to chastise her, before she thought about it and sighed. "Fine, honey... Then I guess that's enough feeding for tonight. Seems like you'll just starve, after all~."

Priscilla sighed as well in relief, glad that her stomach wouldn't have to deal with any new squirming snacks. Maybe she could finally rest...

"But there's one thing that I'd have you do, pet. And I think you know what it is~..."

Upon hearing the magic words, whatever worries and discomfort that Priscilla still had melted away. Like the huge, obedient puppy-wyvern that she was supposed to be, she flipped over, with her wings and pair of legs sprawled out, and her swollen stomach in the middle pointing towards the ceiling. She was beyond ecstatic: all of the devouring was just in preparation for this one big moment. Her slit eyes patiently watched the cow walk next to her red-and-golden body, past her neck and belly, reaching to her needy bits. One of Priscilla's two rules for tonight was 'no talking', which she had obviously transgressed. But the other rule, 'no touching herself', was much more sacred – and with enough mental fortitude, she had managed to avoid breaking it thus far.

Esther climbed between Priscilla's haunches, approaching the folds mostly hidden between her lower plates in plain sight, if not for the wetness already escaping her reptilian labia. The brown cow smirked at the sight, bringing her hands to the sides and pulling it apart. The little spread caused the winged lizard to shiver, anticipation almost getting the best of her. The curvy woman chuckled, looking up at Priscilla's face as it took on an even redder hue than normal.

"No matter how tight it feels," Esther teasingly enunciated, "I don't want _any_ of your food to go to waste. No letting anyone out until I tell you so. Understood, Scilla?"

The winged reptile nodded. This was what she wanted, too. She'd been waiting all night for this.

"Very good...pet~."

And with that, Esther brought her fist into the pink folds of Priscilla's vagina, getting a high-pitched rumble that almost sounded like a squeal. Esther could tell that she was quite pent-up. She pulled her arm out with a wide smile, taking away some of the clear mucous fluids that lubricated the tunnel. Webs of it still connected her fur to the vagina, only breaking off when she pushed her other fist inside. The wyvern tried to stay still, but still quaked at that small peek into how the rest of the night would unravel.

This time, the cow didn't take her arm away from the canal. She spread her digits – a tiny sensation that nonetheless caused Priscilla to pant –, to feel at the lubricated flesh that disappeared from light's reach. Despite the wyvern's physical hardness of scales, plates, and scutes, the insides were soft, squishy, and vulnerable. Esther was very familiar with this part of her girlfriend, but they'd never attempted the next part while Priscilla had a stomach filled with other women.

Her two arms then pushed alongside each other, to spread the folds more. The juices had nowhere to go but out, leaking onto Esther's fur and Priscilla's anal plate. The cow scooted closer, lowering her head and driving her arms deeper, feeling the labia brush against her head. She stopped for the panting wyvern to recompose herself, waiting a few moments for a safe word that never came. After enough pause, with a grin to herself, she pushed her head forward.

The walls that now surrounded the bovine's adorned ears shook with Priscilla's thundering moan, compressing Esther's arms and head with a much anticipated orgasm. The cow would have chuckled at her accomplishment, if the walls weren't shoving themselves on her face, and the rest of her body wasn't getting blasted by squirts threatening to push her out. Her pet had really been holding out for her master, to have her first orgasm when Esther barely got started... But there was still much more to come.

The ejaculation served to lubricate the rest of her body – though that would hardly be necessary for the first leg of the trip, with how wet Priscilla still was. The tunnel seemed to stretch for the cow with extreme ease, and Esther started to nudge her shoulders in, knowing that the wyvern would need the extra shuffling to squeeze her wide boobs and hips in. But she stopped before she made much progress – something else was intruding her own vulva, and she gasped, getting a mouthful of the wyvern juices coating the walls.

Like the bunny before her, Priscilla wasn't about to let this prey go her way into her without having a taste of her rich flavor. As long as she didn't touch herself, anything was fair play, she thought. Even if the cow was nestled halfway into her, and therefore unable to arbitrate on whether Priscilla was still following her rules or not. But the wyvern was still going to obey her master's orders like a good pet, and make sure that they both enjoyed every second, every sensation that this opportunity could offer.

Her pink forked tongue lapped at the bovine pussy, already enjoying the fluids leaking out since Esther's earlier masturbation. But reaching deeper than the bovine's labia with her tongue was impractical. Even with her neck fully stretched, she was forced to curl over herself, but her overblown stomach wasn't letting her be so flexible. She could feel the squirming women inside be compressed, giving herself some additional discomfort. At the very least, it prompted them to squirm harder in there... How much energy did they even have? Priscilla never expected those people who she'd devoured alive to enjoy themselves so much, but the fact that they did made her private parts almost feel more tingly.

Esther couldn't tell the lengths that the wyvern went through to lap at her groin, but she definitely loved the extra attention. She wanted more of that tongue between her thick thighs, and started dragging her own tongue against the walls squelching around her. The tunnel quivered at the slightest touch, sensitive to every movement from the bovine. It helped her crawl deeper, much like the reptilian muscle reaching deeper into her own folds. Esther bucked her hips, riding the tip of the tongue like a toy, while also savoring the heavy sweetness of the surroundings that swamped her senses.

Her large breasts were constricted against her chest, but the tightness simply prompted her to push through faster. Her pierced nose nuzzled against a wall, smooth and firm in contrast with the rest of the soft canal. Esther recognized it, and knew that would open for her with enough effort. Bringing her arms forward again, she prodded at the cervix, squeezing her fingers into the tight opening to find her way in. Her surroundings rocked again, no doubt from a second orgasm – but being trapped hips-deep inside, she wasn't worried about getting pushed out too soon by accident. The wyvern's climax helped loosen the tight muscles ahead, and Esther's digits squeezed past the sphincter at the first opportunity.

The inside of the uterus was noticeably warmer and more mucous. Nothing in the world could beat Priscilla's egg chamber, at the height of her cycle, in terms of comfort. It just so happened that her reproductive peak coincided with this day – making the cow even more excited for this fitting conclusion to the wonderful night. Her arms pushed ahead once again, making way for her body to infiltrate the cervix. Settling inside of the womb was normally a slow but straightforward affair – but she could tell that the uterine walls were much tighter than usual...

Priscilla moved her head away as Esther's vulva disappeared in hers, feeling her last prey for the night make a push for the final stretch towards her destination. Unfurling her neck helped release some of the pressure keeping her womb shut, but the cow would still be a hard fit thanks to the stomach pushing all of the neighboring organs aside. As far as her body was concerned, it felt like something was climbing into that writhing sack as well, except from the wrong way. Her own mind could barely process it, crossing wires and offering a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Priscilla gasped and wailed in soreness and bliss, feeling her cervix being forced open to squeeze around the cow's plump body. Her womb was trying to push her out, as it naturally would during the egg-laying process. But Esther's precise and unyielding grip at the inside of the cervix – after so many times practicing it – only caused her to slip further in instead of out.

The bovine's large bust finally popped free from the constricting cervix and into the womb, and Esther was able to breath again, taking deep inhales of that stale and sweet air. There was still very little room, admittedly, with the muscly wall separating her from the stomach constantly pushing back. But she had no choice other than to fight the added pressure of the squirms, unless she was going to spend the night with the cervix around her waist. Her hands pushed against the lumps from other women, trying to find any spot for leverage, or any pocket to squeeze herself into, to no avail. Esther bent her legs, squeezing them all the way into the wyvern's vagina as well – leaving only her soggy tail outside of Priscilla's labia –, but instead of finding any footing, her feet only slipped against the lubricated walls. That certainly didn't help, she thought... Hopefully, the cervix serving as a makeshift harness would be more than enough for her plan.

Unable to simply sneak and coexist with those gut bulges, Esther would have to push around and force some extra room in the womb. In the best case, Priscilla would still be able to hand even more pressure in her stomach; and if not...well, that's what their safe word was for. Making up her mind, her arms started using more force, trying to massage the walls and find a weak spot that would let her slip in. Maybe it was like a puzzle – a warm, wet, fleshy puzzle –, and the right shove in the right place would solve her conundrum. She tried a few different angles, and finally, she felt something shift...before the entire vagina compressed around her again.

The orgasmic yell made it clear that Priscilla was having yet another orgasm, not long after the last. The walls ahead and behind squishing the trapped cow, and filling her mouth with the taste of the winged reptile's warm womb, were further evidence of it.

Esther was perplexed; some intense womb action like this had never escalated the wyvern into a climax, no matter how many times she'd push at the walls. At first, the cow suspected that she might have hurt her...but the wyvern's panting seemed to only carry arousal with each exhale. Pushing again at the muscly wall, she realized that there was finally more room for her, just enough to settle inside as planned. Esther wasn't sure what had just happened, but she wouldn't waste the opportunity to climb inside, and continued to scramble into the womb...

Meanwhile, Priscilla was still processing the recent events. She'd felt her stomach lurch and squeeze with the pressure of the bovine in her other chamber. Esther's rather forceful pushing was enough to dislodge something around...or rather, someone. Thankfully, nothing had slipped back into her throat, but she still felt an incredibly novel sensation. Her belly was missing one of its occupants – in the midst of the chaos, one of them was actually pushed deeper...!

That sudden intrusion in her duodenum had brought her to an immediate and unexpected orgasm, since she'd never had anything this big and solid travel into her small intestines. The wyvern could feel that single unlucky prey get squeezed by villi in the deeper tract, and squirm back in turn. They were safe and hale, while also conveniently making the bulge in her plates smaller. It was definitely an odd feeling, compounding with everything else that she'd experienced tonight. Priscilla was hoping to let her little snacks out in the morning, after enjoying a well-deserved sleep with them and her girlfriend keeping her filled. But that intestinal visitor, whoever they were, would probably be unable to leave with the others – in other words, they'd be stuck for even longer...!

The wyvern, with a blush, hoped that it was Sally who'd ended up there, and who would slide down the rest of her bowels. After all, she was the smallest girl that she'd devoured tonight; and therefore, the easiest one to pass through her guts...

Completely oblivious to the developments on the other side of the walls, the cow climbed further deeper. The womb cupped her snugger than ever before. But being squeezed by Priscilla's folds reminded her that she had her personal needs to attend to. Esther was in desperate need for release, envious of her girlfriend's multiple orgasms, and she didn't want to be far behind in this race. The cow brought her fingers to her vagina and clitoris as soon as her hips squeezed in. Her legs didn't even have time to fully slip inside, and she was already rubbing her extremely wet vulva.

Priscilla was relieved when her 'master' finally settled into her bed for the night. She could tell Esther's moans apart from the others in her bloated belly. Her stomach was marginally less full now, but still extremely hypersensitive from all of the extreme pushing and shoving that it'd been subjected to. The wyvern's insides all felt numb, tingly, sore, and keen. Never had she been more acutely aware of her own body, and never had she felt more accomplished with herself, than on this very special night – in no small part, thanks to her loving and freaky girlfriend.

Feeling too full and exhausted to change positions, let alone move around the house, she remained as she was: with her plates pointing up and her pair of wings on the ground, watching the movements underneath her skin as her breathing and heartbeat slowed down. The cow would likely spend the night milking herself dry from all of the arousal, furiously masturbating as she licked and pushed against the uterine walls. Her other prey would likely fall asleep before Esther was done, after spending all their energies squirming against each other, with no recourse for escape until Priscilla willed it.

With her stomach, womb, and duodenum full of smaller women, she sighed and closed her eyes to enjoy this dream-come-true. The wyvern would soon fall asleep while surrounding them all with her love, and enveloping them in a reality grander than her wildest fantasies.
