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src/components/Authors.astro

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+---
+import { type Lang, type User } from '../content/config'
+import UserComponent from './UserComponent.astro'
+
+type Props = {
+  authors: User | User[]
+  lang: Lang
+}
+
+const { authors, lang } = Astro.props
+const authorsArray = [authors].flat()
+---
+
+{authorsArray.length > 0 && <p class="font-light">
+  {lang === 'eng' && (
+    (authorsArray.length > 2) ?
+      <span>
+        by {authorsArray.slice(0, authorsArray.length - 1).map(author => (<UserComponent user={author} /><span>, </span>))}and <UserComponent user={authorsArray[authorsArray.length - 1]} />
+      </span> :
+    (authorsArray.length > 1) ?
+      <span>
+        by <UserComponent user={authorsArray[0]} /> and <UserComponent user={authorsArray[1]} />
+      </span> :
+      <span>
+        by <UserComponent user={authorsArray[0]} />
+      </span>
+  )}
+  {lang === 'tok' && (
+    (authorsArray.length > 1) ?
+      <span>
+        lipu nu li tan ni: {authorsArray.slice(0, authorsArray.length - 1).map(author => <UserComponent user={author} /><span> en </span>)}<UserComponent user={authorsArray[authorsArray.length - 1]} />
+      </span> :
+      <span>
+        lipu nu li tan <UserComponent user={authorsArray[0]} />
+      </span>
+  )}
+</p>}

src/components/CopyrightedCharacters.astro

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+---
+import { type Lang, type User } from '../content/config'
+import UserComponent from './UserComponent.astro'
+
+type Props = {
+  copyrightedCharacters?: Record<string, User>
+  lang: Lang
+}
+
+const { copyrightedCharacters, lang } = Astro.props
+---
+
+{copyrightedCharacters &&
+  <section id="copyrighted-characters">
+    {lang === 'eng' && (
+      <ul>
+        {Object.entries(copyrightedCharacters).map(([character, user]) =>
+          <li>
+            {character} is &copy; <UserComponent user={user} />
+          </li>
+        )}
+      </ul>
+    )}
+  </section>
+}

src/components/Navigation.astro

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+---
+---
+
+<nav>
+  <ul>
+    <li><a class="hover:underline focus:underline hover:text-green-800 focus:text-green-800 dark:hover:text-bm-300 dark:focus:text-bm-300" href="/">Home</a></li>
+    <li><a class="hover:underline focus:underline hover:text-green-800 focus:text-green-800 dark:hover:text-bm-300 dark:focus:text-bm-300" href="/stories">Stories</a></li>
+    <li><a class="hover:underline focus:underline hover:text-green-800 focus:text-green-800 dark:hover:text-bm-300 dark:focus:text-bm-300" href="/games">Games</a></li>
+    <li><a class="hover:underline focus:underline hover:text-green-800 focus:text-green-800 dark:hover:text-bm-300 dark:focus:text-bm-300" href="/tags">Tags</a></li>
+  </ul>
+</nav>

src/components/Prose.astro

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+---
+---
+<div class="prose prose-story max-w-none dark:prose-invert">
+  <slot />
+</div>

src/components/UserComponent.astro

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+---
+import { type User } from '../content/config'
+
+type Props = {
+  user: User
+}
+
+const { user } = Astro.props
+---
+
+{typeof user === 'string' ? <span>{user}</span> : Object.entries(user).map(([k, v]) => <a href={v} class="text-link underline" target="_blank"><span>{k}</span></a>)[0]}

src/content/config.ts

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+import { defineCollection, reference, z } from 'astro:content';
+
+const user = z.union([z.string(), z.record(z.string().url())])
+
+const lang = z.enum(['eng', 'tok']).default('eng')
+
+export type User = z.output<typeof user>
+export type Lang = z.output<typeof lang>
+
+const storiesCollection = defineCollection({
+  type: 'content',
+  schema: ({ image }) => z.object({
+    title: z.string(),
+    shortTitle: z.string().optional(),
+    pubDate: z.date(),
+    isDraft: z.boolean().default(false),
+    authors: z.union([user, z.array(user)]).default('Bad Manners'),
+    wordCount: z.number().int(),
+    contentWarning: z.string(),
+    description: z.string(),
+    descriptionPlaintext: z.string().optional(),
+    summary: z.string().optional(),
+    thumbnail: image().optional(),
+    thumbnailWidth: z.number().int().optional(),
+    thumbnailHeight: z.number().int().optional(),
+    tags: z.array(z.string()),
+    series: z.record(z.string(), z.string()).optional(),
+    commissioner: user.optional(),
+    requester: user.optional(),
+    copyrightedCharacters: z.record(z.string(), user).optional(),
+    lang,
+    prev: reference('stories').nullable().optional(),
+    next: reference('stories').nullable().optional(),
+    relatedStories: z.array(reference('stories')).optional(),
+    relatedGames: z.array(reference('games')).optional(),
+  }),
+})
+
+const gamesCollection = defineCollection({
+  type: 'content',
+  schema: ({ image }) => z.object({
+    title: z.string(),
+    pubDate: z.date(),
+    isDraft: z.boolean().default(false),
+    authors: z.union([user, z.array(user)]).default('Bad Manners'),
+    contentWarning: z.string(),
+    description: z.string(),
+    descriptionPlaintext: z.string().optional(),
+    thumbnail: image().optional(),
+    thumbnailWidth: z.number().int().optional(),
+    thumbnailHeight: z.number().int().optional(),
+    tags: z.array(z.string()),
+    series: z.record(z.string(), z.string()).optional(),
+    copyrightedCharacters: z.record(z.string(), user).optional(),
+    lang,
+    relatedStories: z.array(reference('stories')).optional(),
+    relatedGames: z.array(reference('games')).optional(),
+  }),
+})
+
+export const collections = {
+  stories: storiesCollection,
+  games: gamesCollection,
+}

src/content/games/crossing-over.md

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+---
+title: Crossing Over
+pubDate: 2024-02-28
+authors: Bad Manners
+contentWarning: >
+  This visual novel is a game about death, fishing, and vore. It contains purely fictional content deemed inappropriate for minors. It also deals with heavy subject matters like depression, abuse, and suicide, which may be unsuitable for some audiences. If you continue, you acknowledge that you're an adult, and accept responsibility for your actions.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/game_crossing_over_cover.png
+description: |
+  [**Crossing Over**](https://bad-manners.itch.io/crossing-over) is the story of a soul and their journey towards the Hereafter. With the help of Marco, a soul ferrier, they will remember their past and fish unexpected objects out of the ethereal river.
+
+  This game was created all by myself on February 2024, as an entry for the [Strawberry Jam 8](https://itch.io/jam/strawberry-jam-8).
+
+  ### Features
+
+  * An hour-long linear narrative with branching dialogues.
+  * An original soundtrack with 9 exclusive songs.
+  * A challenging physics-based fishing minigame with scaling difficulty.
+  * And a special cutscene...
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  Crossing Over is the story of a soul and their journey towards the Hereafter. With the help of Marco, a soul ferrier, they will remember their past and fish unexpected objects out of the ethereal river.
+
+  This game was created all by myself on February 2024, as an entry for the Strawberry Jam 8.
+
+  Features:
+  An hour-long linear narrative with branching dialogues;
+  An original soundtrack with 9 exclusive songs;
+  A challenging physics-based fishing minigame with scaling difficulty;
+  And a special cutscene...
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'male predator', 'non-binary prey', 'micro prey', 'soul vore', 'implied perma endo']
+---
+
+<iframe
+  class="mx-auto mb-5 mt-3 h-[169px] w-full max-w-[554px]"
+  frameborder="0"
+  src="https://itch.io/embed/2547066?linkback=true&amp;border_width=2&amp;bg_color=351a1a&amp;fg_color=ffffff&amp;link_color=cd70c5&amp;border_color=473660"
+  title="Crossing Over on itch.io"
+  loading="lazy"
+  ><a href="https://bad-manners.itch.io/crossing-over">Crossing Over by Bad Manners</a></iframe
+>

src/content/stories/accommodation.md

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+---
+title: Accommodation
+pubDate: 2023-01-03
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 4800
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal size difference anal vore, with unwilling to willing female okapi predator, unwilling to willing male gray wolf prey, and long-term endosoma. Also includes straight sexual situations.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_5_accommodation.png
+description: |
+  Cynthia accidentally ends up with what initially seems like a pain in the butt, but turns out to be the opposite.
+
+  First post of 2023. This was originally going to be another short in my latest compilation, but I felt that 1400 words didn't do it justice (especially with multiple scenes), so I ended up rewriting it!
+tags: ['anal vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'female predator', 'male prey', 'unwilling predator', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'willing prey', 'size difference', 'long-term endo', 'straight sex']
+---
+
+The okapi woke up with that familiar weight on her. Cynthia rubbed her eyes and yawned before carefully lowering her hands onto the spherical dome on her body below her breasts, rubbing its sides. Not too forcefully, just enough to appreciate how good it felt on her...and to get ready and lift it, in order to get up.
+
+Sitting on the side of her bed, she put on her slippers and stood up. She was careful to not let the seemingly pregnant belly wobble with each deliberate step towards the bathroom, as she headed out of her room and into the corridor. The artiodactyl had long cleared away any furniture that her distended dark chocolate-furred bloat could bump into when walking that path, which was only one of the many ways she'd adapted to this new lifestyle. Right now, her goal was to not disturb her seemingly asleep occupant, but when a small hand pressed out from the sphere, she stopped and pushed her larger palm against the bulge.
+
+"Mmph..." A muted male voice came from within, accompanying the noticeable bump as it retracted.
+
+"Good morning to you too, wolfy!" The okapi announced glowingly, patting her belly now that she knew that the man inside of her – the cause of her gravid appearance – was awake. "It's Monday, so you'll get to sleep in today."
+
+"Hm-mg." New bulges started forming on the sides, as the 'wolfy' tried to stretch in her tight intestines while his body lied horizontally. It didn't hurt Cynthia; in fact, it was quite a nice feeling, seeing and feeling his limbs pressing through multiple layers of flesh just before returning to its usual compact ball shape. All of his speech came out as muffled words instead of anything intelligible, but the woman was well familiarized with his voice by now to pick up everything from intonation alone.
+
+Instead of pacing slowly, she now moved with her usual gait towards the bathroom's door, letting her belly jostle slightly from side to side, and checked the date on the calendar that was hanging from it.
+
+"Oh, you probably don't know this," she used a nearby pen to cross off yesterday's box, "but today marks the two month anniversary of you being in there!"
+
+"M-hmm? Mm..."
+
+It had been 62 days already, but the memory was fresh in Cynthia's mind. It must have been fresh in his, too, considering how pivotal it was for both of them...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+It was back in July, when she was staying in a resort. Not a particularly big one, but she was too self-conscious about how others kept staring at her somewhat plump body whenever she wore a swimsuit. Granted, it most likely had to do with her unusual fur pattern – a dark chocolate body, and zebra-like stripes on the limbs, not to mention her pale-white snouted face. But a part of her still wanted to not be perceived by anyone, not during her vacation. While most hotel guests were enjoying the outside pool in this heat and sunlight, Cynthia would mostly hang out alone in the indoors pool every day, where she could rest a bit on a lounge chair, with her vegetarian finger foods and the book she was catching up on, before going for a swim later. She preferred the quiet, anyway.
+
+Someone else sought refuge from the crowd in there this particular day, after she'd settled in her usual spot. She'd never bothered to get a good luck at the other guest, only noticing that he was a male gray wolf, over half as tall as her. The small lupine jumped into the pool as a cannonball, loudly spattering water onto the coping. A bit annoying, but the okapi didn't get wet, so she decided to ignore him and his subsequent splashing.
+
+With her eyes glued to the words on her book, she reached down to grab another piece of focaccia, but she couldn't even feel the small basket where the snack was. She turned her head, and saw that the container was knocked over, with pieces of the pizza bread soaking up a puddle on the floor. Cynthia couldn't help it but to gibe a 'tch!' – this was clearly caused by the wolf's stupid joke. She brought her striped hand to clean it up, since there weren't many pieces of the snack left. But when she picked up the basket, her heart sank.
+
+There, underneath the metal container, was her phone, lying in that same puddle of chlorinated water. She quickly picked it from the floor and placed it on the chair, already fearing the worst. Thankfully, the screen turned on when she pressed the power button, so her device wasn't damaged...but it was still quite a scare, and she'd give that guy in the pool a scolding to vent her anger.
+
+"Hey!" Cynthia called out while she stormed to the edge of the pool. "Arsehole! You almost broke my–"
+
+One misstep, and Cynthia slipped on a puddle. She lost her balance as her body flung forward, past the coping and onto the pool. The gray wolf had turned around at the shouting while treading in the water, and only had time to look up to see the okapi lunging at her. He could see the woman's underside; and in the next moment, only the stripes on her thick thighs. Another blink, and with a splash, everything went dark...
+
+The artiodactyl reached the liquid surface at full force, spattering even more water outside than the small lupine's cannonball. She'd heard a loud fabric rip while sinking to the bottom, and flailed her arms to reach the surface and catch her breath. However, the water felt heavier than usual, and she had to swim with more strength. Still, she managed to emerge and gasp. That was when she realized that the pool hadn't turned more viscous – instead, something was anchoring her down. Cynthia felt a shift in her guts, but it was too big and too alive to be the focaccia.
+
+The wolf couldn't see anything, but he could lucidly remember the okapi falling onto her, and he could still feel his legs fully enveloped in water. His head, arms, and chest were trapped somewhere wet, and his instincts kicked in, fearing that he was trapped underwater and about to drown, even if he could still breathe the stale air. He tried to swim up, but the water around his upper half felt more like soft squelchy walls. The lupine kept thrashing through regardless, unaware of what was going on.
+
+Cynthia, at this point, had realized it all before she even saw the gray furry legs sticking from her underside, trying to burrow deeper into her. This can't be happening...! Her body seemed to be pulling the gray wolf into captivity on its own, but it wasn't clear if that was because of his excessive squirming or from involuntary contractions.
+
+Regardless, she knew what this would look like to a hypothetical observer. The other guest had done nothing wrong – even if it had been a prank, no harm was actually done –, and Cynthia was now swallowing him with her ass. It was an accident, honestly. But any detractors wouldn't see eye to eye with her, possibly with reason. If she let the wolf out now, her reputation, her entire life could be ruined...!
+
+She saw a piece of fabric float up in front of her, the front half of her swimwear. Her impact on the water, which torpedoed the gray male into her bowels, also tore open her suit right between her legs. As if it wasn't bad enough that she was a kidnapper, she was also naked in that pool! There was no-one who could be flashed, but if she lingered here any longer, that could very well change. And she didn't want to come up with an excuse for these absurd events.
+
+The okapi swam towards the ladder, partially propelled by the smaller pair of legs still flailing in the water. "C-Calm down, sir..." Cynthia attempted to tranquilize him. It was hard to climb the steps with the added weight.
+
+"Hmh?! Mm mfmmmnf mhmm-hm!" The wolf went still, but his shouting was all muffled between her belly and her ears.
+
+"Sorry, I don't understand– I need to–!" When she got out of the water, she paced nervously towards the locker room. There, she would get less attention, and possibly find a towel to replace her ruined swimsuit until she could sneak back into her room.
+
+She found an empty stall, promptly locking it after entering as more confused mumbling came from her colon. The artiodactyl slipped her single clothing article over her head to undress, and finally managed to get a good look at what was still unfolding.
+
+Her anus and belly were incredibly dilated, to diameters she didn't even know was possible. The ring was hugging down on the furry abs of the small guest, meaning a good half of him was inside of her guts – about a quarter of her own size! She could feel his very slight shuffling in the tight dank environment, and even how her own body responded to these minutiae by squelching back. Whenever he uttered something vague, his warm breath tickled the closest wall. It was a lot more pleasing than she could've assumed. His legs were still outside, but she couldn't simply pull him out; not before she could get a better grasp of this situation, that is. Cynthia squatted near the floor, and pushed her hand against his toes, guiding him into her.
+
+"Hrf?! Hnm-mm mmfph!" He still didn't know what the okapi was doing, but the wolf knew that his legs were the only part of him free from...whatever this prison was. But any degree of freedom was being lost, so he started instinctively fidgeting again.
+
+"S-Stop struggling, sir... Mn... I don't fancy this any more than you do–ooOah...!" A moan betrayed her words, but she wouldn't lose face. Cynthia shoved him with more force, and surprisingly he slipped almost fully in, just his ankles and a bit of his tail hanging outside of her intestines. She never knew how ravenous her backside could really be, but it made this task easy, albeit morally uncomfortable.
+
+"Mmmg zmh hmmp..." Given the gurgling coming from the slick encasing, and the pleasure she was deriving from it, he already had a good idea of where he was being shoved. He tried to push his arms against the walls – only managing to stick them deeper into her long digestive tunnel instead –, and struggle his way back down. He felt her anus enclose her feet, trapping him there. But he kicked back and the paw escaped her warmth, only to land right back onto her palm. Still, it was some progress. He didn't lose heart about an eventual escape, unlikely though it seemed.
+
+"Ugh... fuck..." The okapi complained, trying to shove that writhy limb back in with the rest of the lupine, who was currently bloating her belly in a hemisphere. She could feel every inch of his furry body in her tight tunnel, but the impression on her figure was much more of a late pregnancy, except for the few rebellious bulges from his fussy limbs every now and then. "Don't move or shout so much... I just wanna – hrng! – KEEP you in there for a bit, s-so be a wee good boy...!"
+
+Something that she said caused his struggling to die down. He let out another mumble – either defeated or curious; she couldn't tell –, and she took the chance to shove him even deeper, sliding her own hand up her rectum to insert that foot. He wasn't pushing forward or fighting backwards anymore, but simply stayed still as he was handled. All the better to work him in with her clenching intestinal muscles, she noted. His upper half had already passed a bend, turning sideways in the top of her large intestines. His fur and breath tickled it particularly nicely, and if she managed to lodge him fully in that part of her tract, he'd probably remain stuck until she'd decided to let him out.
+
+Her hand couldn't reach that deep, so she brought it back to the exit, noticing that something small had snagged her fingers. When Cynthia pulled it out, she realized that it was his red swimming briefs, which must have scraped against the flesh to get loose. This was probably preferable to letting the trunks scratch her insides, but she could only imagine the fully naked male wolf inside of her... 'Imagine' being a key part of it, as she barely even knew what her occupant looked like. She brought a hand to her dark chocolate-colored dome, where he was still mumbling and worming about, almost fully settling into her transverse colon.
+
+"Mind if I ask what's your name? If you can hear me..."
+
+"Hnmm! Hnmm Mmmn-mmm...!"
+
+"Sorry, I can't really understand what you say in there at all... How about I call you, uhh, 'wolfy'?"
+
+He wriggled inside of his fleshy prison to show discontent. "Mm?! Mmm nmm mgh mmmmfph–!"
+
+"Still can't understand a thing, so 'wolfy' it is... Listen, I need to get to my room, then I can explain everything. Just don't move or talk for a few minutes, we don't want to grab attention. Can you do that?"
+
+The wolfy went completely silent. Cynthia could still feel his exhaling, so he must've simply accepted her request. She sighed in relief, and set out to find a towel in this locker room to cover her naked body, before retrieving her things by the pool on the way back. Hopefully, no-one would mind her enormous belly...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+What happened afterwards, over the course of the next few days, was more of a blur in Cynthia's mind. She remembered getting to her room after that, and simply lying on her bed, watching and rubbing her belly. Maybe the wolfy had tried to tell her something, or was he already asleep for the rest of the day? The details were fuzzy, but it didn't matter.
+
+There were a few moments which the okapi could recall vividly. When she looked into a mirror, admiring the round belly look she was sporting. When the lupine explored that section of her tract with his hands, in an internal massage – which eventually turned into him hornily humping her walls, giving her unsurmountable pleasure. When she tried to learn more about him, struggling to tell anything from his ambiguous grunts other than him being about the same age as her, and then told him a bit about herself. When she finally left her room one day and tried to go about her vacation, hiding the smaller male in plain sight after he'd kept his promise not to call attention.
+
+For all of those moments, he'd stayed in the same spot that Cynthia had shoved him into, not at all mindful of his accommodations or requiring any special care. She, too, thought that having him stretching her guts turned out to be a fortunate development, especially considering the unfavorable Manner of how that came to be. In fact, when it came time to part ways – for Cynthia to return home from her vacation –, they both simply decided...not to. There wasn't any spoken agreement, at least from the okapi's part. She'd told him that she would go fly back home, and the wolfy simply gave his silent consent, becoming an extra passenger in her plane seat. They both knew that this was how it was meant to be from now on – and they'd adapt to the new circumstances.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Cynthia turned on the shower. For two months now, her guts had served as his home, as he never had left her body even once. To other people, her belly could pass off as a 'false pregnancy'; a condition to mask what was truly going on. Of course, the wolfy had to cooperate to keep up this façade, and not do anything funny in public – and so far, he hadn't. The okapi brought a hand to feel the water's temperature, before entering the stall and getting her distended tummy soaked under the stream.
+
+"Mmmmf!" The moan escaped her guts, as she'd come to expect. They had found out how much he liked rain or shower water falling on top of him, which was why she'd started to shower twice a day. That small pleasure was worth footing the extra bills. She reached for a bottle to squeeze onto her belly and rubbed the bubbly shampoo on the skin, massaging both his and her body. Once her dome was sufficiently foamed, the okapi let the warm water naturally rinse it, as she set down the shampoo bottle to grab a big purple buttplug next to it.
+
+Another new habit she'd grabbed over the months, she snickered. Whenever she left the house, she would shove the sex toy into her anus, initially to prevent him from accidentally getting out when he wasn't supposed to. Of course, the gray wolf wouldn't ever dislodge more than a foot from his current quarters, so it had turned into a playful ritual instead. Having her anus stretched and clogged felt as natural to her as the weight of her wolfy, but her muscles would become more flexible with the frequent use, meaning she did have to buy a wider model every now and then. Thankfully, with him blocking the way, there wasn't any risk of losing the toy too deep, but she could tell that this plug – about as wide as her two arms – was in need of an upgrade soon.
+
+The toy plopped in with ease, filling up the space in her rectum. With her dark brown and striped fur glistening, she turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. The gut dweller had mellowed out from the relaxing heat of the outside bath. She used a hand to teasingly jostle where his head was. "I hope you got me a gift for our anniversary," the okapi taunted, "otherwise you're staying right there."
+
+"Mnnnng..."
+
+Once dry, she put on a pair of panties, covering the base of her plug, and her bra before heading back out to the corridor. She'd still grab a quick breakfast by the kitchen, before dressing herself to head to work. It was going to be a long day since she was assigned to close shop, but the artiodactyl would be sure to save her excitement for tonight.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Cynthia's day in the copy shop was uneventful as usual, but counting the minutes only made it drag even harder. She aided someone with flyers here or pamphlets there, as well as help someone who couldn't figure out the printers for her porn script. But when customers or coworkers weren't looking at the okapi, she'd gently rub her belly over her sweater, and time would fly by. The wolf was normally asleep whenever she worked, since he shouldn't be moving in public – it was supposed to be a -false- pregnancy, after all. Today was no different, and her top served as a backup by obscuring any subtle movements in her midriff; by this point, her entire wardrobe had adapted around the wolfy being in her.
+
+When it was later in the day, the store was already empty save for her. Cynthia would still wait the full hour for any extra clients, but the long hand of the clock reached its highest point uneventfully. She chose that instant to give her tummy a firm shake with her hand.
+
+"Shift's over, you can stop kipping now." She spoke casually to that bulge before grabbing the store's keys.
+
+All by herself, the artiodactyl went around turning the photocopiers off, locking the doors to the backrooms, flicking off the lights, finishing up for the night. When she was finally done and headed to the front door, if the wolf had already woken up, he wasn't showing any signs of it. Cynthia wasn't concerned, perhaps he was still half-asleep. Not completely asleep, as his ribs pushed out rhythmically against her colon too quickly for a slumber.
+
+Standing outside of the shop, she double-checked the 'CLOSED' sign behind the glass door. The lock clicked twice as the key turned, and hurried steps approached her from behind in the sidewalk.
+
+"Shite..." A voice, apparently a man's, whispered in slight frustration. "Sorry, ma'am, are you still open...? I really need to print something real quick."
+
+Cynthia turned around, facing the customer who turned out to be a copper brown-colored northern bat. The motion caused her big belly to wobble, grabbing his attention as soon as it entered his vision.
+
+"Sorry, sir, we're closed." She pointed her hand up-street. "But if you go that way, take the first right, then down four blocks, there's another copy shop that's open 24/7."
+
+"Oh, o-o-okay, thanks..." The bat's eyes didn't even look up. "Sorry, didn't realize you were pregnant, or I wouldn't have–... Is it...nine months old?"
+
+She felt a nearly imperceptible motion inside of her. The wolfy was awake and eavesdropping on the conversation, most likely. The man couldn't have seen it, so she shrugged it off.
+
+"No, I think it's more like... twenty-three?"
+
+He raised an eyebrow at her uncertainty. "Weeks...?"
+
+Suddenly, the gray wolf lurched his hands outward and started writhing inside violently. "HMMMMF!" He screamed to complete his little act, trying to scare the customer.
+
+Both of them went wide-eyed, globes almost popping out of their faces. The bat was simply staring in horror instead of running away, and the okapi was burning red on her cheeks.
+
+"...Y-Years. Twenty-three years. Uhhhh, g-g-good luck with your p-print...!" Cynthia couldn't turn around and walk away fast enough from the flabbergasted stranger, heading towards the nearby parking lot while a muffled cackle burst from her belly.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Her normally white face was still scarlet when the okapi drove back home and slammed the front door shut. She took off her top to reveal the paw imprints originating inside, as the apologetic wolf massaged her walls in an attempt to console her.
+
+"D-Dope wolfy, aren't you?" Cynthia tossed her sweater away and sat on a couch. She was trying to remain playful, but her tone was alarmed. "Fuck, you want us to get caught for a stupid slag...? What if he comes back tomorrow and says something?!"
+
+The lupine tried to stay serious, but he couldn't help but giggle imagining her face when she saw his prank.
+
+"If you want to come out so badly, you can just crawl out from there. Or I could easily push you out myself. You know?"
+
+Her guts went quiet and still. Apparently, she'd struck a nerve with that insinuation – one that the wolf would've accepted without hesitation, two months ago.
+
+"Yeah... who's flustered now?" The okapi snickered. "Aww, don't be like that, I was just teasing...! You know I love having you in there as much as you do..."
+
+He was giving her the silent treatment.
+
+"Okay, fine, I admit it. It -was- pretty funny in hindsight... I was just concerned that someone–...I don't know, it's just that I'm not ready to tell other people about you yet. Maybe one day, alright?"
+
+Cynthia planted a firm kiss on her belly, and heard a subdued grumble inside. She couldn't see what his appearance, and she couldn't understand anything that he said; so why was she so madly attracted to him? She could only wonder.
+
+"Oh, I know what will get you back in a good mood! Remember how it's our anniversary?"
+
+"Mmf...?"
+
+"Well, you may not have a gift for me, but I certainly have one for you! It's your favorite thing, in fact..."
+
+His furry ears tickled her slimy walls as they perked up. "Mm hnnrph?!"
+
+"Yes, really! I just need you to turn around for me."
+
+The gray wolf knew exactly what she meant, and wriggled around to face up. There was enough space in her transverse colon for him to change positions, and it wasn't unusual for him to do so several times throughout the day. Her intestinal tract was sensitive enough to figure out his orientation at any moment, if she needed to direct him around. But her occupant was already getting in position for the 'gutjob' on his own, so that wouldn't be necessary.
+
+Gutjob is the name that she gave to this next act, and the lupine was powerless to oppose that name, after all. He moved his arms behind his body, pushing down at the bottom. This propelled the front of his body upwards, but most importantly, his crotch was shoved against the top of the bowel. It was similar to when his hands pushed outwards, revealing themselves under the fur of her round belly. Except this time, what appeared in the middle of that smooth dome was a clearly defined bulge of his hardening cock.
+
+Cynthia smiled. "Good boy, my obedient wolfy." Her hand reached into her belly, grasping the skin around the phallic mass. From the inside, her warm walls must have wrapped around his malehood, eliciting a muffled moan every time her fingers rubbed up and down. It was quite big to handle, so considering that he was about half her height, it must have been a large member relative to his size. She could even feel his eager throbbing with her own digits, through all that surrounding flesh. Cynthia wondered how this compared to a regular handjob... His eight week stay was, if anything, a good indicator of how amazing it must feel.
+
+Along with her gutjob, the lupine began humping the intestinal wall. The bulge of his penis was made even clearer, from head to knot. Her hand was picking up pace, traveling that whole obscured length in sync with his quicker humps. Just thinking about how much she was pleasing her personal butt toy was making her extremely horny, too. The okapi's own vaginal secretions were now soaking her pants, and she could feel her anus clench and groan around the buttplug that she'd been wearing all day. Between her hand and his cock, her intestinal flesh quivered in excitement too, massaging his own body midst the slick ass juices that always covered his fur, which only increased her sensitiveness.
+
+Another unconscious squelch from her anus, and the plug got swallowed into her rectum, base and all! She moaned loudly, obscuring the wolf's muted voice as her orgasm drenched her tapered pants even more, staining the cushion under her thighs. He also thrust his hips towards her hand one last time, a climactic dulled howl occupying the ambient after her yell. Cynthia kept stroking his cock throughout his orgasm to make it last longer. She felt another lurch of the latex toy deeper into her lower gut... It couldn't get lost with the lupine blocking the way, but she'd still need to buy a bigger size to wear next.
+
+The okapi could feel his muscles stop tensing, so he was probably done ejaculating onto her walls. Another benefit of a gutjob was that his cum was all contained within her tunnel, so it would get absorbed directly or from his fur over time, leaving nothing to clean up afterwards. The same couldn't be said about her clothing or furniture, however, but it was a very rewarding mess to have given the special occasion. At the very least, she'd take another shower today as usual, and retrieve the lost toy in her butt.
+
+The member between her fingers was starting to go limp, so she let go of it. The bulge of his lupine penis sank back into the round dome below, disappearing into her belly like a stone sinking into a lake, as if it never was there in the first place. Of course, the weight of the wolf slumped in her guts told a different story. She hugged her belly tightly, bringing it close to her face.
+
+"Happy anniversary..." Cynthia gave her dark chocolate bulge a deep smooch.
+
+"Mrf-mm..." Her wolfy mumbled as his smaller snout pushed back against hers.
+
+She withdrew her lips. "Hmmm, two months... I never thought about it before, but... Have you ever thought how long you'll stay in there, wolfy? One more month? Maybe two...?" The okapi was quite pensive, and remembered the earlier encounter with the bat. "Oh, I know! If you stay for seven more, that would be nine... We could make this like a real pregnancy!"
+
+"Mh mh mh mh mh! Mh mm... Mmmg mm-hmtmm." He giggled in more muffling, followed by some restrained complaints.
+
+"What? ...Did you have something else in mind?"
+
+There was a silence as he thought for a bit. "Mm-hmngm...?"
+
+Cynthia didn't need to understand what he'd said; she knew. The artiodactyl gave her belly another kiss, and whispered. "I agree, wolfy."

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+title: Addictive Additions
+pubDate: 2022-12-27
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 11200
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal oral vore and anal vore, with willing pred and multiple consensual similar sized prey (both willing, and semi-willing to unwilling in partial vore), and implied perma endo with trait theft. Also includes consensual sexual situations (M/M, M/F), hyper, male pregnancy worship, marriage play, clothing play, and semi-public lewdness.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_comm_1_addictive_additions.png
+description: |
+  A couple meets a new, kinky acquaintance at a party, who's more than happy to take control for them.
+
+  My first commission ever, with a very unique and kinky scenario. This has been lovely to work on! I hope you enjoy it too.
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anal vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'female prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'semi-willing prey', 'similar size', 'perma endo', 'straight sex', 'gay sex', 'hyper', 'netorare', 'commission']
+commissioner: {"Scion": "https://www.furaffinity.net/user/scionic"}
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  '': {"Scion": "https://www.furaffinity.net/user/scionic"}
+---
+
+"A'ight, this place should be quiet enough." A resounding, confident manly voice boomed in the dark backroom. Music from a party kept playing far away, only the beats being discernible at this distance.
+
+"Umm... M-Maybe we should get the lights first..." A softer male voice suggested timidly.
+
+A lighthearted feminine voice answered. "I got it!" She flicked a switch, and the bedroom's layout was finally visible under a moody lighting, along with its three occupants. The 6'2" brown cow, the only woman in the group, was big in every sense. She had large hips, thick thighs, huge sagging beige breasts, and a chubby butt... The cow was truly a sight to behold, embodying her natural thickness so well. But perhaps the part of her that her husband liked the most were her big fat lips, capable of giving the most amazing blowjobs he'd ever experienced.
+
+Said husband, whose hand she was holding, was a shy red fox, the smallest of the three at 5'10". The femboy might have looked physically unremarkable with usual fox features, such as an orange-and-white coat, pointy ears and bushy tail, was it not for his extremely large set of cock and testicles. The whole member was easily longer than his upper body when fully erect, causing no few heads to turn in every room he entered, even when he was flaccid and wearing very loose pants. The fox got flustered by all that attention, but he still enjoyed it... Especially when it led to encounters such as this one with the bull.
+
+The last occupant was the one who had brought them here. He towered over the couple at 6'5" with his muscular body, tossing his wavy hair backwards. Every inch of white fur with brown blotches – even his minute gestures – exuded virility. The bovine had an enormous butt, and although his big cock wasn't as well-endowed as the fox's, he'd still ensnared the smaller male's attention. His large exposed dome of a belly was to blame: firm but round, and a noticeable popped-out belly button in the middle. The fox, who had an attraction for big pregnant bellies, had long known about male pregnancy in particular, but seeing it fit so well with the attractive bull's physique had him completely hypnotized.
+
+"Hey, ya listenin' to me, pretty fox?" That imposing voice of the bull snapped him out of his trance.
+
+"H-Huh...? Sorry, what did you–"
+
+"I asked for your names. Might as well get to know each other, if we're gettin' close tonight."
+
+"Oh...! I'm– I'm Flo, and this is Selena." He introduced themselves, and Selena waved her fingers at the other bovine. "A-And you are...?"
+
+"Zed. An' I assume you two are married?" They nodded. "Heh. An' yet you were oglin' me for the whole party, instead of the beautiful wife by your side, pretty fox?"
+
+Flo's cheeks were burning red. "I-I-I'm sorry, Mr. Zed, I– we–"
+
+"We're pretty open about seeing and having sex with other people. Right, honey?" Selena intervened on his behalf, not dropping her cheerful beat. "It's why we came to this party in the first place."
+
+The bull chuckled. "Just playin' with ya, Flo. I had my eyes on you two as well. An' just call me Zed." He patted his spherical belly. "We're also married an' in an open relationship, me and my boyfriends."
+
+"Your boyfriends?" The femboy asked. "Did they get you p-pregnant?"
+
+"Yeah, pretty much! Though not the way ya might be thinkin'... I could introduce ya to Noa an' Turq, but the way you've been starin' at them all night, it doesn't feel like I need to."
+
+Zed kept rubbing his tummy, smirking with his white bull teeth, while the fox realized what he was trying to say.
+
+The cow was the first to speak, pointing at the dome. "They're...in there?"
+
+"Score for Selena! But not in my stomach or anythin'. It's more of a...special womb."
+
+The couple looked intrigued, just like he wanted them to feel, so he continued.
+
+"If I swallow someone one way or the other, my body can push them deep in there, makin' me look pregnant. But that's not the best part. If they submit, then I can take on their traits, as if they were my own. That's how I got this luscious hair, an' this tattoo of one of their wife's name on my arm," he explained, pointing at the letters 'ANNABELLE' near his shoulder, "though I guess she's my wife now, heh."
+
+"W-Wait, you absorbed them?!"
+
+Zed shook his arms. "Nah, nothin' of the sort, pretty fox. They're alive an' intact in there. Ya can feel them with your hands for proof... Heh, I can tell from your face you've been waitin' all night for the chance, too!"
+
+Flo approached him, his excitement a bit contained due to the bull's revelation, but he wanted to trust him.
+
+"It's all consensual," Zed explained, "they chose to go inside of me. They could leave at any point, even now if they wanted to! But I guess addin' to this beautiful hunk of a bull is just too allurin' to pass up on... They've been in there for a few months, without ever wantin' to leave."
+
+"Wow..." The bashful fox was warily rubbing his arms over Zed's large belly. His large cock was twitching eagerly. "I can f-feel them kicking and shifting..."
+
+Selena was pensive, blinking slowly with her long eyelashes. "Is that why you brought us here? To add us to this womb of yours?"
+
+"I admit that I'd love to add a feature or two to my body. Especially the pretty fox's huge dick." Zed wrapped his bulky arm behind Flo's shoulders, lightly pinning the worshiping fox against his belly. "That's part of why I brought ya here, yeah. But I don't wanna force ya to do anythin' you aren't comfortable with. We can just mess around an' have sex if ya want." He grinned at the other cow. "But your blush tells me you've got somethin' in mind, Selena."
+
+She held her breath, trying not to gasp at how his bellowing voice called her name. "I-I told Flo that I wanted you to dominate me while he fucked your belly. But...if you got his cock while you were fucking me..." Selena was getting wet just thinking about the possibility.
+
+"Mmmf?" Flo's ears perked, but his interjection came out muffled since his muzzle had been shoved against Zed's white belly with mottled spots.
+
+"Hah, ya were readin' my mind! 'Course, Flo would have to agree to it, or no game. What do ya say, pretty fox?"
+
+Zed let go of him, and he took a step back. The bull had that confident grin as always, and the cow turned her lustful, begging eyes at him. But he still had his doubts.
+
+"I-I don't know... What if you're lying?"
+
+"You've got my word, Flo. If ya wanna back out, just say it. I'll only do it if ya want it." Zed made a somewhat convincing case, and being so handsome certainly helped.
+
+"C'mon, Flo!" His wife clearly craved it. "Just imagine yourself, fitting inside of that pregnant belly... Even for a moment. No harm in trying, right?"
+
+"No harm in t-trying..."
+
+"A'ight, that's the spirit!" Zed guffawed. "Don't ya worry too much, think of it as just some special sexy fun night. Speakin' of, why don't ya both get on the bed? An' Selena, lie down for me, will ya?"
+
+The submissive couple didn't waste any time. Soon they'd done as the hunk asked, with Flo standing over her head. His large throbbing member was raised above his wife's body, who was herself eagerly lying tits-up. The bull got on the bed to face the cock's head, the frame squeaking with the extra weight on the mattress. Zed tossed his wavy hair back and stared eagerly at the lengthy penis, but paused once more.
+
+"Lemme know if ya get nervous an' I'll stop, pretty fox." The bull was extremely conscious, speaking without seeming any less confident. Flo simply blushed and nodded, and the larger male accepted his invitation.
+
+Zed's tongue tried to wrap around the swollen head, tasting the fox's salty, sexy musk. Some precum was flowing into his mouth, after forming during Flo's foreplay with his gravid belly. The cock was too big for most people to attempt an actual blowjob – Selena and her incredible skills being an obvious exception –, but Zed was positive that he could take more than just the whole thing...
+
+The cow was staring at her husband's big sagging balls, and participating on the fun, began rubbing the orbs from below. She loved Flo and his well-endowed penis, but she'd give everything to see it in the domineering bull's crotch as he ravaged her every orifice with it. She was a submissive, and she'd normally seek out sexual partners that would dominate her – and sometimes, dominate Flo at the same time. The possibility of combining both things she'd always loved was awakening a new desire in her.
+
+She looked down to the bull's big cock. It was small only relative to the fox's, partially obscured by the round belly above, and otherwise pretty standard, but its gray color clearly didn't match the rest of the bull's fur – no doubt, another borrowed trait. It got closer to her, as Zed made progress on Flo's dick with a 'slurp!'. He'd also lowered his head to ease that tip into the back of his throat, and Flo helped by squatting lower towards Selena, covering more of her view with the hanging ballsack.
+
+The bull moved in closer, gulping more of the penis to bulge out his throat. His belly was now being supported by the cow's large sagging boobs, and his dick was brushing their underside. The fox was still a bit antsy, but the attention that he was getting from the two bovines was melting most worries away. Zed brought his arm once again behind Flo's shoulders, and pulled him closer, eliciting an 'eep!' from him. The fox's cock was now mostly resting against the pregnant belly where Zed's boyfriends resided, guided by its curvature into the bull's salivating jaws.
+
+The pulsing beat of the party in the background was now an afterthought, the only sounds that mattered being the lustful moans in that room. Selena's face was now covered under Flo's scrotum, as she kissed his sensitive cum-filled orbs with her skilled lips and tongue. Zed's throbbing cock was lodged between her enormous tits, fucking the tight cleavage at an accelerating pace. The bull lifted his neck to let a part of Flo's cock slip out from his warm grasp, before leaning back in to thrust it back into his esophagus. The fox was blissful, feeling all sorts of stimuli being given to his coveted penis, not least of all how the popped-out navel of the spherical belly brushed against the base of his cock. To become a part of that virile bull's gorgeous pregnancy, and let him steal his natural gift, possibly forever... Flo couldn't deny that a part of it was tempting, but he still wasn't completely sold on it. Hopefully, he would make up his mind in the next moments.
+
+"D-Do you...mmf!...do you want my cock so bad?" The vulpine asked. He needed reassurance from his booming voice.
+
+"More than anythin' in the world, pretty fox." Zed replied, speaking clearly even with a torso-wide cock lodged in his throat. "I want it fillin' me. I want it releasin' all its cum in my gut. An' most of all, I -need- it if I'm to fuck your wife properly." He playfully humped the cows' breasts harder to emphasize his point. "Ain't that right, Selena?"
+
+She only groaned blissfully under Flo's balls. "Mrrrrff..."
+
+Flo leaned an arm against his belly, the occupants in the womb still squirming a little bit, probably in response to the ongoing threesome outside. To be desired so much that he'd willingly become part of the magnificent bull...the fox could somewhat understand its unspoken appeal.
+
+Knowing that actions would be louder than words, Zed swallowed loudly, causing the third or so of humongous dick in his esophagus to get dragged deeper. Flo felt its upward pull, awkwardly having to stand up as his body was tugged. Another 'gulp!', and even more of it passed above the bull's flat tongue, disappearing down the tunnel that led to his belly and womb. The fox realized how powerless he truly was in the bull's grasp... How easily the towering male could have taken him at any point. Was all that he said a façade to get the coy fox to trust him? Or would he keep his word to the last, even if it meant giving up on the object – or rather, body part – of his self-confessed desire? Selena had seemingly fallen into his stuporous spell, but that wasn't proof of his honesty.
+
+What Flo couldn't deny, however, was how great it felt. His blowjob wasn't a match for his wife's, but Zed made up for it with his sexual appetite. The bull brought his hands behind the fox's butt to lift him off the ground, and the vulpine had to push down his knees against Zed's boyfriend-filled dome. Even when Flo had shifted his weight onto the pregnant belly, it remained firm and round. He wondered if he, too, would blend into that geometrical bulge, imperceptible from the outside. The thought of it made him a bit apprehensive but excited.
+
+The bulky bovine brought him closer with his suction alone, wrapping his lips at the base of his huge cock. He'd really fit the whole thing inside! Zed's warm, wet esophagus was trying to pull it deeper, but so far it was only helping to milk more of Flo's pre directly into the stomach. In the same rhythm that the bull humped the cow's enormous tits, he pushed the fox's dick slightly out of his mouth, and then swallowed it right back until Zed's salivating lips met his crotch, to simulate thrusts. Flo looked down at his wife, who was moaning loudly as well. He could see Selena squeezing her boobs from the sides, making it tighter and harder for the hunk to titfuck her with his cock. He knew how sensitive her breasts could be during sex, and her face told him that she was loving it.
+
+The fox was getting close, and judging by Zed's increasing speed, so was he. The increasing pull on his cock from the stud's possessive body confirmed how much he craved it. Finally, the bull roared in his climax, his seed erupting onto Selena's boobs, at the same time that Flo felt his powerful throat trying to squeeze the obstruction all the way down. The suction was so powerful, the fox was afraid that his hips would get sucked into that ravenous mouth as well! The surprise intensity caused the femboy to cum as well, a veritable fountain of semen getting blasted straight into Zed's guts. His balls were slightly lighter with every gush, yet still very full for a night replete with fun. Once he was finished, however, the large masculine man's figure didn't seem any rounder after gulping down so much of his seed.
+
+"I'm still hungry, y'know." The bull chuckled, not bothered by the hardened manmeat still bulging out his throat with every throb. "Wanna fill me up, pretty fox? Or better yet, fill a more permanent position..."
+
+The fox stuttered. "P-Permanent...?!"
+
+"Unless ya can resist stayin' longer in my womb, of course. But a certain alpaca once told me just how nice it is inside, an' how hard it is to leave..." He pat his dome with a loud slap. "But if ya have second thoughts, say the word."
+
+"O-Okay..." Flo's jittery speech wasn't giving the bull much confidence, but maybe this next part would win him over. "Umm, what do I do?"
+
+Zed pulled the smaller male away, until half of his saliva-drenched cock was exposed outside of his lips. "Lean on your dick."
+
+"Huh...?" The fox braced his arms in front of his face, and reclined his body until he touched his chest to the wet fur. "L-Like this–"
+
+Flo interrupted himself when his dick was once again shoved back into Zed's mouth – because this time, his head was also lined up with the entrance! Widening the gap between his jaws even more, the bull managed to fit him up to his neck past his teeth. The fox couldn't see anything, due to the lack of space. The dominant's tongue was also unceremoniously scouring his pointy ears and cheeks, adding to the tightness and wetness. Maybe Zed was thoroughly experiencing a new flavor other than his dick's, or he was just teasing Flo. Either way, if this was a taste of what to expect inside of the bull's womb, he was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.
+
+Zed was sucking on the smaller fox like a popsicle. His hands grabbed him behind his back and under his legs, and slowly guided him further, not letting any inch escape his mouth once it got in. He was clearly confident about devouring the vulpine, but there was someone he'd been neglecting. He looked down to see the brownish cow still under his legs, sinking into the mattress, bashfully watching the spectacle unfold with a dropped jaw.
+
+"Heh, bet you're anxious to see me in action, Selena." She nodded obediently. "Then how about come help lickin' the cum off my dick?"
+
+Flo had previously felt the powerful traction of Zed's throat on his dick, but now that his body was being consumed as well, he really could appreciate just how ravenous the bull's esophagus could be. It was as if he could be swallowed in one go at any moment, barely being enough of a mouthful to even slur his speech. But for whatever reason, if he'd heard the booming voice all around him correctly, he'd asked his wife to help him. Maybe it was just more of his games, getting Selena even more spellbound with the promises of what sounded like the fuck of the century. The shy fox wasn't jealous at all – he had loved every moment with the bull so far, and also wanted Selena to experience the best that the bull could offer and that Flo couldn't –, but it was something else that nagged at his mind... Maybe he was feeling uncertain about his fate.
+
+Selena was kneeling in front of Zed, ready to do as the bull commanded. She had to fit her head under his white pregnant belly, so she couldn't currently see how deep Flo was. She wondered what would happen if the bull swallowed her husband before she realized it, and his dick suddenly transformed inside of her mouth... It'd probably be an amazing experience. She was already rubbing her clitoris as her mouth encountered that cock, which was blasting seed between her mega-sized breasts moments ago. It was still erect, so the male bovine apparently had a lot of stamina for the night – thankfully, so did Selena.
+
+With most of the fox's torso past his lips, Zed was surprised when the cow's incredible tongue coiled around his penis almost in a full loop, while her lips worked on the head. From the first contact, he could feel the magic of her talent; so much so that he instinctively gulped more of the fox, up to his butt and balls. With all of that huge dick packed back into his throat with its owner, the bull began licking the salty fox orbs, lubricating them while Selena's tongue lapped at his own sack. She clearly wasn't even trying to get Zed to orgasm, but he could have spent an eternity just having the cow's mouth wrapped around his cock. But first, there was still the matter of acquiring his vulpine upgrade.
+
+Once every last drop of cum had been scrubbed from the bull's cock, Selena removed her mouth, and moved aside to stand up on the sturdy mattress. She was now leveled with the other bovine – or as much as she could be with their size difference –, watching her husband's orbs disappear into his maw with one gulp, then bulge out his throat with another. That huge penis had now disappeared inside of the well-built bull, and most of the femboy with it. Without stopping herself from touching her labia, she brought her free hand to feel the mottled skin on the neck, then traced a line over his chest down to the pregnant belly.
+
+She faced the bull. "I-If I speak, will he hear me?"
+
+Zed slurped Flo's thighs and knees, and nodded. "Say your piece."
+
+She was staring at the pregnant dome, unsure of where she should be facing. "Hey, Flo. I'm so happy that you're doing this for us. Even if you stay forever in Zed, I'm gonna always love you and what you do for his body. And maybe...I might do the same."
+
+The upside-down fox couldn't make sense either of the anatomy surrounding him in darkness, and he could smell the faint aroma of semen that had washed into the bull earlier. But still, he'd heard his wife clearly. Forever...? Could he really make such a decision on a whim, he wondered. Still, there was so much he had to worry about. His work, their house, Selena...!
+
+"Z-Z-Zed...? Can you stop?!" He tried to ask quietly, but he barked it as his anxiety got the best of him.
+
+Immediately, all progress stopped. The esophagus, or womb – whatever was pulling him in – froze in place, holding him with just his feet outside of the bull's mouth.
+
+"Hm? Somethin' wrong, pretty fox?" He asked, with a surprisingly affectionate tone.
+
+"I kinda c-changed my mind... I'm sorry."
+
+"Nothin' to be sorry for. I could tell that ya were out of sorts..." His hand moved towards his ankle, grabbing it from his jaws. But Selena stopped Zed by clutching his elbow.
+
+"Umm, don't you think we can still do it, like, temporarily...? Swallow him so you get his cock, fuck me with it, and then let him go later if he asks?"
+
+The bull smiled back at her sympathetically. "Nah, I'll only do it if he's willin'. Otherwise it's a deal-breaker for me."
+
+In a single motion, he started pulling the fox's leg back out. More and more of his orange coat began to reemerge, his fur wet thanks to Zed's profuse salivating and swallowing. Flo was slipping out very quickly, which made his theory that the bovine had only been teasing him all along much more plausible. Still, the cold air of the room rising up his limbs lubricated with drool was a relief for the femboy, and his fear was dissipating.
+
+His predator lurched his head close to the bed, making sure that the last of the fox would land safely on the mattress instead of hang in the air by his leg. When his throat was empty again, and both of Flo's head and cock tip were back into his mouth, he gave them a last playful lick before finally letting him free on the puddle forming on the sheets. The fox was looking back at him while gasping for fresh air and he gave him a smirk.
+
+But the atmosphere in the room was dense. Flo still had a gloomy expression, regretful that he'd spoiled the bovines' fun. And Selena was looking away and pouting, quite frustrated perhaps, but possibly with a hint of shame at not listening to her husband while Zed did. Well, the bull wouldn't admit that he was a bit disappointed too, but that wasn't a reason to cancel the backroom's main event. So the dominant male took it upon himself to cheer the couple.
+
+"Hey, no sulkin', both of ya! Besides, I promised to give ya a special night, didn't I? I wanna see what Flo's cock can still do, but on my back entrance now... An' Selena, I wanna know if those huge hips of yours are just for show."
+
+Selena's spirits were lifted by the prospect of letting him dominate her more. "Oh, can't get enough of my body?" She teased back, wondering if he had ulterior motives behind his words.
+
+Zed looked at the regurgitated fox, who was still lying still on the bed. "Ya okay there, pretty fox?"
+
+"Yeah, but...a-aren't you mad at me...?" He was clearly very timid again.
+
+"Nah, you've been nothin' but fun! And if you're up to it, ya can be the first guy to fill me up three times in one night, y'know."
+
+He shook his own butt teasingly, and that was enough to hypnotize the fox again. Completely forgetting about his worries, Flo's slick monster cock was once again getting harder at the prospect of humping the bull. He jumped up to circle around him, while Selena moved back in front of the bull. She was trying to aim her butt towards his cock, but the belly jam-packed with boyfriends was in the way, and she couldn't reach him. But Zed had a solution.
+
+"Get on all fours. Now." He roared, knowing how to push the submissive cow's buttons.
+
+She immediately dropped down on her hands, knees, and chubby boobs, right before feeling the weight of his dome on her back. A shiver ran down her spine when she felt Zed's penis brush between her buttcheeks, aiming higher than her quivering hole, just under her tail. It wasn't just his size that she cared about – plus, comparing anyone's cock to her husband's was unfair –, but all the little things that he did, that made her know that she was the bull's plaything, to be used as he pleased.
+
+"Heh... I might have found my favorite part of ya so far." He said at her extremely wide hips, while squeezing her juicy buttocks between his fingers. "Let's see if they're as good they look." Finally, he thrust his dick into her.
+
+Meanwhile, Flo had been standing behind the bull, simply admiring his luscious bubble butt. It felt smooth and soft on his large cock head, as it prodded in search of the entrance between that large surface. Zed's ass was also a slightly different color than the rest of his fur, with a large black blotch instead of the smaller brown mottles. Plus the fact that – aside from his round pregnant belly – it didn't quite fit with the rest of his strong physique, he wondered if it was a lent trait. Or perhaps his muscly build was a loaned attribute, too? Regardless, it was hard to imagine the larger male without these features. No matter how they were pieced together, he was sure that the bull was really meant to have them.
+
+When he heard his wife moan, he took it as motivation to penetrate the bull's ass himself. The puckered hole stared back at Flo invitingly, and he wouldn't deny his libido any longer. His saliva-covered tip eased into the warm entrance, which offered no resistance at all to the well-endowed member. Just as easily as Zed's throat stretched to fit it, his ravenous rectum didn't mind the intrusion at all. The fox remembered how the bull had mentioned that his occupied womb was deep in him, but he wondered if his cock was long enough to reach it...
+
+"Don't be afraid to get -way- deep in there, pretty fox." The bellowing voice clamored, as if reading his mind. "The better ya fill me up, the better I'll fuck your wife in turn."
+
+Emphasizing his promise, he humped her gorgeous brown butt, prompting Selena to moan again. The vulpine femboy tried to mimic the gesture, squishing almost a full feet further into the quivering ass. Zed's heavier huffing revealed how much the bull enjoyed the attention it was getting. At least in this Manner, Flo was confident that he could please him thoroughly, and he wouldn't disappoint the stud again.
+
+Zed wasn't concerned in the least, enjoying the best that the couple could offer. Dominating the beautiful cow, being fucked by a humongous cock, feeling his occupants lazily shift as they were jostled with each hip thrust... How satisfied all this attention made him. Flo's balls met his when the fox finally screwed him fully, a subtle bulge emerging on the top of his spherical belly. The femboy's tip must have intruded his womb.
+
+"Just like that, pretty fox... hrrf... Fill me with more seed..." The bull demanded, getting a taste of what it was like to have his compact organ stretched further. He leaned on top of his belly, getting close to Selena's ears to whisper. "When Flo...was inside of me... ya told him... 'ya might do the same'... What did ya mean?"
+
+He asked between gasps and humps, already having a good guess about her goal. But he wanted to hear her say it.
+
+"Hooh... I just – haah! – I wondered how it'd be for you – hmmmmnf...! – to let me go i-in there... But maybe not– Hrg!" Her entire speech was slurred by the uncontrollable spikes of pleasure coursing through her.
+
+"You mean...go in my womb? Heh...why not?"
+
+"Maybe I'm...n-n-not compatible...hooh! You're so manly and...and...my body is so feminine..."
+
+"It wasn't just the pretty fox an' his dick that I had my eyes on, Selena... You're such a beautiful an' thick an' obedient cow. I'd love nothin' more than addin' ya to me...!" He kissed her brown-furred neck before one last, long thrust, until his crotch smacked onto her ass.
+
+"HooaAAAAAAH!!" Her juices squirted down her plump thighs in her ecstasy, as Zed's cock pumped more and more semen into her. The bull apparently hadn't lost a shred of stamina for the whole night. And Flo was also holding up; he had plenty of seed to spare as well for his simultaneous orgasm, evidenced by the gallon currently shooting into his belly. The bull could visibly see the creamy bulges shooting out from the lump caused by that large cockhead, then dissipate as the fluids slid around to be absorbed by his insides, over and over.
+
+The fox was panting after he was done. "I... I think I felt...one of your boyfriends in there...!"
+
+"Ya certainly poked somethin'... Can ya feel 'em gettin' rowdy, too?"
+
+"I t-think so..." After the bull mentioned it, Flo noticed the internal movements near his cock, likely coming from one of Zed's boyfriends squirming in his womb. Already the fox was getting worked up again, just thinking about having filled up that pregnant belly.
+
+He rubbed his belly. "Hmm, an' ya stretched me so well, pretty fox. Will make this next part much easier."
+
+"N-Next part...?"
+
+The dominant bull started to get up, letting Flo's cock slip out from his colon. Once he was standing, he gave his huge rump a little shake, which was enough to dislodge the tip out from his anus. His dick fell flat on the mattress, along with a bunch of fresh anal slime and cum that was sticking to his skin. Between the bull's muscular legs, he could see his wife Selena, staring at him across the bed with absolute lust.
+
+"Oh, Flo... Before I go, can I give your wonderful cock one last cleaning?" She licked her plump lips.
+
+"Huh? Of course, but why one -last- cleani–hooOOhh...!"
+
+Her mouth was already wrapping around his cock with ease, sucking the majority of the fluids near the tip. Her long coiling tongue claimed the fluids closer to the base. Selena slurped every last drop of the sexual male mix that she could reach, and once she was satisfied with her job, she withdrew her tongue and lips to come closer to his other head, barely containing her cheerful excitement.
+
+"Flo, I... I want Zed to shove me in his womb just so, SO badly...! Just let him have me and steal my body, so he can become incredibly hot for you. And I also want to make his belly even more pregnant, because I know how much you'd love that."
+
+Flo thought about his answer. "I-I... There's nothing I want more than you being happy, Selena. I love you so much..."
+
+Overcome with attraction for his wife, he lunged forward so his lips could meet hers, in a passionate kiss between the couple that didn't feel like a farewell. They held each other like this with clutched eyelids, not minding the large bull tiptoeing around the loving couple. Finally, they broke their smooch, and looked up at Zed after he'd turned around. Flo saw his giant belly, and Selena, his large butt.
+
+"Sorry, don't stop 'cause of me. Ya two are so sweet, I can taste it in the air, heh... But I promise to make this part fun for all of us. Just say the word–"
+
+"I'm ready!" Selena announced enthusiastically.
+
+"Eager, are ya? I like it." He smirked at the other bovine and squatted, low enough so that his gaping asshole hovered right above her head. "Suit yourself."
+
+Selena brought her two hands up. One of them was now fondling his cock. The other shoved itself into his rectum, which was so wide thanks to Flo's pounding that it managed to get in without even touching his walls! But she could still feel the warm, humid air on her fingers, tempting her into the possessive grasp of his body. Zed, however, wouldn't wait any longer, as his ass came smooshing down on her forearm and head.
+
+Flo couldn't really tell if she was already in or not, only that the bull's buttocks eclipsed most of his wife from his vision. But when Zed dropped lower, the fox's once again erect dick bumped the round bovine belly from the outside. The skin was smooth and firm, making it much less elastic than the fleshy folds that he had been penetrating. He tried to stand up to get a better angle to hump it from, but Zed instead crashed down to pin him under his belly. The fox instinctively extended his arms to push back and avoid getting crushed, although the mattress under him prevented any discomfort. Instead, his hands and cock were pressed even more against his belly, and even if it barely deformed with the pressure, he could feel the occupants of the womb squirm against his touch. The pregnancy-loving side of his brain was going crazy.
+
+Zed grinned at the fox's lustful daze, feeling his idle humps and loving rubs. Focusing on his backside, he had felt the cow slip up to her neck and shoulders, but her large sagging beige tits were awaiting outside. This part would be harder, but undoubtedly pleasurable. He worked his anal muscles on their natural direction, purposefully letting the vulpine seed he'd captured into his womb to get released onto the ensnared girl. Thankfully, Selena remained in place, blocked by her large thighs sitting on the bed. But her brown coat was getting drooled on with her husband's fresh cum, although more than a single orgasm's worth was pouring out. Zed's belly felt empty as it was now devoid of semen, but he knew that it was only a temporary loss.
+
+At his will, his guts reversed their peristalsis, and were slurping up the big intrusion. His butthole was expanding to an incredible diameter to work her breasts in. As his ass slowly slipped around her, he also kept smooshing Flo under his belly. Selena's hand stopped gripping Zed's dick to get pulled with her arm into his anus, but he was confident that the stimulation of the cow's whole body traveling up to his womb soon would give him a hands-free orgasm. Even now she wasn't as deep as Flo's cock just was, but that would change after her wide hips had fit into him.
+
+He smirked at the orange femboy under his belly. "Ya lovin' this, pretty fox?"
+
+"Murrrrr..." Flo could almost smell the testosterone on the pregnant belly that he was hugging devoutly.
+
+"Heh. Can ya hear Selena moanin' inside? I think she's gettin' into my womb too fast. How about ya do your worst with your cock an' try to push her back?"
+
+Nothing like a motivating challenge for the fox, Zed thought, although he wasn't sure if Flo could match his stamina. Another 'squelch!' of his ass around the cow's hips, leaving her thighs-deep in the other bovine, indicated that she would soon be settling into his womb.
+
+He leaned even more against the fox, letting Selena's legs stick up in the air outside of his sphincter. The underside of Flo's giant cock was really pushing into his organ, and his white-furred dome was almost enfolding the penis with its weight alone. Both males were humping the bull's belly faster, sweating and panting while the last of the cow was sucked in past the bull's ring. And now, his special organ finally had a grip on the submissive bovine.
+
+The femboy could notice when his wife started being consumed by the stud's chamber. She moaned audibly through the layers of muscle and skin, and pushed out with her face and hand just above the fox's cockhead. The bulge disappeared as soon as Zed started compressing her into the tight chamber, his muscles shoving her into the tight space with his two boyfriends, causing his belly to grow larger and rounder. The increasing dome pushed against Flo's snout, giving him another kiss from his wife even if her lips were indistinguishable from the rest of the squirming masses within. The thought that Selena, his wife, was making the beautiful bull even more pregnant was too much to handle.
+
+Flo's last memory before blacking out was of the explosive orgasm that followed.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+It was bright in his bedroom already when Flo woke up. He was still feeling pretty tired, after experiencing a quite kinky wet dream. He remembered that it involved going to some party with Selena, but he didn't know whose party it was. And then there was that supernatural bull, who made some of his craziest fantasies true. Weirdly, that dream felt awfully real and memorable even after waking up. But he couldn't remember anything after his last orgasm, before he woke up.
+
+He turned around to look across the bed, but his wife wasn't lying there with him. What he did see was a little note on the nightstand away from him. Flo scooted over on his side to reach it without getting up, and gasped when he read it. On the paper, there was a phone number, along with the words 'TEXT ME – ZED'.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Over the next week, apart from a single 'hey', Zed wouldn't return any of his messages, despite the torrent of questions that Flo had. It also meant that he didn't receive any news of his wife, but he had a pretty good guess as to why. Until the next weekend, that was, when he received a second text from the bull, asking to meet him at a nearby mall. The fox couldn't get dressed fast enough, and rushed to find him, not knowing what to expect.
+
+At the very least, the one thing he did expect was that Zed would actually show up. But the large bovine wasn't there when he arrived. The meetup spot was definitely this shop, but he couldn't see him either inside or nearby. There was only a glasses stand outside of the shop with him. The mall was pretty empty today, but the tall masculine man should have been very discernible in a crowd, such as in last week's party. Flo looked down at his phone to double-check the place.
+
+"Found ya, pretty fox."
+
+That deep familiar tone bellowed behind him, and Flo turned around.
+
+"Z-Zed?–...?!"
+
+His jaw dropped. There was no doubt that he was staring at Zed, but he had turned into a different person...of sorts. He was still large and muscly, but Flo paid that no mind. The first thing he noticed was the large set of tits he had, instead of his previously flat pecs. Because of the tight V-neck shirt he was wearing, his beige cleavage and the outline of his droopy nipples could be made out, but it looked like the fabric could rip at any moment. His pregnant belly hung outside exposed, covered in the recognizable white fur with mottled brown spots, but it was even bigger than the one Flo had thoroughly become acquainted with in last week's party. Even Zed's pants seemed about to burst, but it was hard to tell if it was his hips or butt that had grown.
+
+He looked up at that bull's familiar smirk, noticing his face had changed dramatically as well. He had long eyelashes now, and plump lips suckling the straw on the milkshake he was drinking, both features which he recognized as Selena's. Any skepticism he had about Zed's womb and abilities was immediately gone, without any word needing to be uttered. Besides, he couldn't utter anything, since his tongue felt tied to his throat in shock.
+
+"Nice to see ya too, Flo. Hope ya don't mind if I borrowed some of Selena's tops when I left ya at your home, heh... She certainly doesn't."
+
+The fox had every hair in his body raised. He turned his face to the huge dome in his midriff. "S-S-She's– Selena's okay in there...?"
+
+"Yeah, but she and the boys are hibernatin' right now. It's pretty normal, just means they're relaxin' in there." He took another sip of his drink. "Ya can quit gapin' and touch my belly already. Ya don't need my permission."
+
+The shy fox, like an open book, glomped him. He pushed one of his pointy black ears next to the popped-out navel, having difficulty wrapping his arms over the expanded sphere. Selena... She was really in there. He couldn't distinguish between the masses under that skin, but her presence was irrefutable. Not only in the traits the bull had stolen, such as the massive breasts hanging above his head and the belly, but in spirit too, in a way. As if the two cows were now a single person. And it was undeniably hot, if the large tent forming in Flo's loose pants was any indication.
+
+"I knew ya would find me sexy like this. Your wife thought so too– well, ex-wife."
+
+"Ex-wife...? B-But Selena– why would she–?! We took our vows and got certifi–" Flo stopped talking frenetically when the smirking bovine, clearly prepared, grabbed a piece of paper he'd stashed away between his breasts and handed it to him. "...What is this?"
+
+"A copy of -our- marriage certificate." Zed turned towards the nearby glasses stand, and tried on a pair. He playfully adjusted its frame with a finger to look smart. "Ya should've read the fine print, pretty fox. Selena certainly did."
+
+"F-Fine print...?"
+
+"On the back. Clause six. Contractual dissolution an' bindin' by volunteerin' into biological conservatorship. Item one. In the case that one of the parties–"
+
+Flo read the text of the document as Zed recited it by heart. This obviously wasn't the first time that the pregnant stud had dealt with this technicality, and he had done his research. There was a lot of legal jargon, but if the femboy got the gist of it, since Selena had decided to stay in his womb indefinitely, she was now legally married to him instead of Flo. He didn't even know that there was a law about this sort of thing!
+
+"S-So I'm divorced now?"
+
+Zed continued his quote. "Item two. The excluded spouse may– Uhm, what did it say...? Anyway, you're just kinda divorced. If I also were to swallow ya, an' ya stayed in my womb, then ya would be married to me as well." He put the glasses back on the stand, and threw away his empty shake. "Selena knew about that too, she told me before goin' into her slumber in my womb. In fact...she was kinda hopin' ya would do the same as her and climb in, pretty fox. It's part of why she let me absorb her nice tits and everythin', so I could be everythin' ya could wish for. And maybe, ya would also wanna add to it."
+
+The fox was conflicted. It certainly seemed like the sort of kinky shenanigans that Selena would pull off, but it did seem awfully convenient for the bull. "How do I know you are not trying to trick me, just to claim my penis?"
+
+"Trick ya? Into doin' exactly what I said I wanted ya to do?" He guffawed. "Ain't ya a sly fox... I'll be honest, Flo. I've craved that cock the moment I've laid eyes on ya. I'm hard just lookin' at the bulge in your pants right now. An' more than anythin' in the whole world, I wanted to swallow ya, and have ya give it to me willingly. On that party last week, I almost got it. But..."
+
+"B-But you didn't...'cause I said no...?"
+
+"I was confident you'd submit. That ya would wanna stay in there forever too." Zed had a fire in his eyes. "Ya were the first person to ever tell me 'no'. An' I don't wanna hurt ya, so I respected your choice. But after ya rejected me, I couldn't fuckin' think of anythin' else for the whole week. Day after day, I desired your cock more, it's drivin' me crazy. I kept thinkin' of what to say, how to win ya over, what I could do to convince ya... an' I got nothin' but this. Look, I don't wanna trick ya, pretty fox. I'm givin' an opportunity of a lifetime, for both of us and Selena. Ya can spend your life forever linked with me, become a part of my body along with her, an' I promise it'll be the best experience of your life. Or ya can go away, no strings attached. I'll understand."
+
+Flo didn't know that he'd had such an effect on the dominant male. "In other words, you are asking me...to m-marry you...?"
+
+The bull shrugged. He almost seemed uncharacteristically flustered after his confession. "I've always been terrible at proposin', despite bein' married to so many people by now... I'm more of a hands-on kind of guy, y'know. An' I think ya can't get any more practical or kinkier than swallowin' someone whole." He rubbed his engorged belly. "It's a hell of a honeymoon, too. These three and their wives can attest to that."
+
+The timid femboy embraced Zed's pregnancy again, shoving his snout against the floppy bellybutton. "I...f-fantasized too, this whole week. About your masculine body. When I fucked your hot butt. And about this pregnant belly. Feeling Selena moan and squirm inside." He was so erect that his pants' durable waistband was the only thing preventing his enormous cock from flopping out in public. "A-And when you swallowed me after sucking me off... I was scared then, b-b-but in retrospect...it felt nice. Not just knowing that a big handsome bull wanted me so bad that h-he'd let me stay in him forever in his pregnant belly. But knowing that I'd make him even more impossibly sexy. And just seeing what Selena did to you... F-Fuck, I'm so horny!"
+
+Zed grasped his shoulders, pushing him to look into his eyes. "Heh." His face approached fast, and Flo expected to be devoured right there. Instead, the bull's borrowed plump lips locked against his. That wonderful mouth and tongue felt familiar, yet completely unlike kissing Selena. When the bull broke their kiss, the femboy looked surprised, and he smirked. "What's that face for, pretty fox?"
+
+"I...thought you were gonna swallow me."
+
+"Not yet. But keep up that enthusiasm for our date."
+
+"D-Date?"
+
+"That's why I called ya to this place. I was gonna say it was just to know ya better, but really, have ya seen what I'm wearin'?" Zed motioned to himself and his nearly-bursting V-neck and pants. "I'll need some new clothes."
+
+Flo was too addicted to the bull's large features accentuated by the tight fabric, including the exposed pseudo-pregnancy, which were causing the front of his pants to get stained with precum and his cheeks to burn red. He hadn't even paid attention to his last few snarky comments. But when Zed walked into the clothes shop, the hypnotized fox only followed, never once averting his gaze. He wanted nothing more than to explore his improved bovine body, and the dominant male could tell.
+
+"Heh, ya keep followin' obediently like that, an' I won't need to get ya a leash."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+There were many varied items for sale in the department store. The sections were organized by size, so the kinky fiancés only needed to check the one for all large body types. The fox, eager to do his bidding, looked around and could find clothes, underwear, and lingerie...but he didn't even know what body type would best describe his date. Athletic, curvy, plus-sized, pregnant... Maybe all of them?
+
+He remembered Selena's cup size, so bras were easy to pick, while also accounting for the pregnant dome in the case of full tops. Zed was currently in one of the nearby changing rooms, trying whatever Flo tossed over the folding door. It was a bit anticlimactic to go shopping right after everything they'd said, especially with his throbbing cock aching for release, but he was saving up his pent-up arousal for later, like the bull had asked him to.
+
+"A'ight," his booming voice came from the booth, "now I need somethin' to cover me down there."
+
+'Down there' meaning waist-down, Flo assumed. "Okay... Any idea of size?"
+
+"Larger than this."
+
+Some clothing came flying from the booth and right on Flo's snout – definitely something that the fox hadn't picked out. When he grabbed it off his face and held it away to inspect it, he blushed with the realization that it was Zed's current pair of pants, with tears on almost every stitch. It had taken all of the abuse it could muster from stretching over the bull's butt and hips, and the femboy imagined the bull standing there, pantless.
+
+"I-I-I got it!" He shouted back and ran to fetch something new.
+
+Not only did Zed now have that huge ass which he loved, but Selena's sexy pelvis as well, so it would have to accommodate both. Luckily, he didn't have to search far to find a bunch of different items. Flo was particularly drawn to some large sweatpants that looked like an oversized version of the ones he was wearing himself, plus laced black boxers and what looked like very stretchy imitation denim jeans. These last two would look so hot on the bull and his features, he imagined. Flo grabbed them into a ball and rushed back to the changing rooms.
+
+"Here you go, Zed." He threw them over the folding door again, and waited for a response. He heard some shuffling as the bovine tried them on for the next few minutes, then the clothes were thrown back at him.
+
+"Bigger."
+
+"A-Aren't they big enough for you...?"
+
+"For now. But how am I supposed to wear these, y'know? 'Cause I'm gonna be growin' quite a bit very soon."
+
+"O-Oh..."
+
+Flo blushed at the implications. He'd nearly forgotten that the hyper cock he possessed would soon be Zed's! His head was getting foggy with all that blood supporting the very conspicuous erection in his pants, plus the pent-up lust getting to his imagination. He rushed back to find bigger sizes of all the clothes he was carrying, accidentally knocking down some other articles in the store with that hyper tent on his crotch. Thankfully, there wasn't any staff nearby to scold him, as this section of this store turned into a mess of clothes thrown onto the ground.
+
+Once he'd found what he was looking for, Flo ran back to Zed with a wide subservient grin, not minding the heavy fabric weighing down his arms. But when he got there, the door of his changing room was slightly ajar. Wondering if the bull really was semi-naked, he tried to peep inside...only to have a hand grab his collar and yank him in before shutting it close.
+
+"First ya make a mess out there, then ya try to catch me naked... Aren't ya pervy today? Heh, I like it. Lemme get rid of those, then..."
+
+Flo couldn't see anything, as his face was shoved against the hunk's belly, and his back was pushed to the mirror of the stall. The femboy could feel his clothes scraping away from his fur... Was he getting undressed by Zed?! The bovine had probably decided to hurry things along. But to think they were really going to do it, right then and there, in public...!
+
+Once his pants were pulled down and his shirt undressed over his head, Zed stopped pinning him against the wall to finally let him take more than a peek. The only thing that he was wearing right now was a lingerie bra that Flo had picked out earlier, the enormous sagging beige tits clearly visible through the laced fabric. The fox knew that they were borrowed from his ex-wife, but they did not feel out of place on the bull at all. In fact, it was as if they had belonged to him all along. Same thing with his wide exposed hips, fitting so well with his round belly and large buttocks.
+
+"Thanks for these, pretty fox," Zed grabbed the clothes off his hands, currently holding the denim pants teasingly, "but I gotta make sure they'll fit...an' I think I know how."
+
+The bull turned to face away from him, and his butt was completely exposed in front of the fox. With his strong hand, he shoved the small male against him once more, bringing his face and body into an intimate hug with his thick backside. A muffled moan escaped from Flo as he was forced to take in his masculine ass with every sense. Despite his glutes being so soft, Zed's muscles were still powerful, and he locked the small femboy between them, giving a few playful smooshes as well in so doing. He could feel the shy fox's tongue trying to rim him, and failing to find his anus between all that white fur.
+
+That coveted dick was erect between his legs, right under his own cock. He gave some playful humps to the warm flesh, just so it'd know who it belonged to. But getting too excited wasn't his goal right now. The bovine placed down the pants on the ground, and with Flo still in his butt's grasp, carefully maneuvered both pairs of legs into the proper holes. Then he raised the fabric to get dressed, trapping his living toy between him and denim, taking care to tuck the fox's member into the pants as well. To any outsider, it might have looked that it was attached to his own crotch, which was the whole point of going through all of this trouble... Well, most of the point. The rest of it was the fun they were about to have.
+
+He let go of the waistband and it snapped around his hips, not requiring any belts to stay raised thanks to the cow's hips that he'd inherited. Zed relaxed his glutes now that the fox was properly in place, and turned towards the wall mirror to look at himself. Flo's dick was completely erect and giving him a large tent, but the pants were big enough to hold it in. Plus, it was tight around Zed's butt and thighs, accentuating his curves very nicely.
+
+"I think ya picked the perfect pair for me, pretty f– Oh! Looks like ya found it."
+
+He felt the cold snout poke his anus, and the warm tongue lapping at his flesh inside. Such an obedient and horny pet, Zed thought. With his pants still on, he started to lean back in order for Flo to reach deeper, and then slumped onto the ground with the fox underneath him. His large hips added some weight to help pin down his shoulders, and he could feel that almost all of the vulpine head was in him. He clenched his anal muscles, which puckered around his neck, not letting him slip in or out. He could've let the fox willingly climb into him now, but he wanted to have a different type of fun with this new uninhibited side of his fiancé.
+
+The leaky tip of Flo's cock was pushing against the fly of his pants, causing a stain of precum to form, and breaking in the new pair. The bull opened the zipper, and the large member sprung free through the opening. He was already getting used to the idea that he'd soon own that penis, imagining what other kinds of fun he could have. But for now, he would reward his pretty little fox for his submission, and try out his new additions to boot.
+
+Zed leaned forward to bring his massive tits over the cock's head. The laced bra that he was wearing brought the boobs tightly together, but there was still some space for the dick to pierce his cleavage. He slipped the penis into that gap, to let Flo titfuck him just like he'd learned from Selena. It would be hard for the fox to thrust his hips while pinned under Zed's bulky legs, so he used both hands to press his boobs tightly around the member and stroke it. His pregnant belly wriggled in response at the fun the two were having, his womb being separated into two bulges on each side of that cylindrical partition. The bull's cock also still rubbed against the warm overside of the hyper one. The only part still undisturbed was the tip that was drooling pre, perfectly in reach of his mouth – and he knew exactly what to do.
+
+Flo moaned into the fleshy chamber when he felt that extra but crucial piece of attention given to his cock. It seemed that the bull had inherited not only Selena's wonderful mouth, but also her insanely good blowjob skills. His plump lips and long tongue were exploring his manhood, getting hot slobber all over each part of skin, fur, and meat it could reach. It was messy, with some drool falling on Zed's tits. Flo also felt the extra little touches through the rest of his length, stimulating him even more. And it was hot where he was trapped, both in the bull's pants and anus. He had been holding in his orgasm for as long as possible...but when he felt the dominant's semen spill onto his cock, he could no longer contain it.
+
+Zed happily gulped every stream of fox seed once more. Without the whole member in his throat, he still had to swallow each bucket-sized glob down, but he did it gladly and hungrily. With his own orgasm causing his anal sphincter to clench even more around his make shift buttplug, Flo's head got pushed out and gasped for fresh air – if the stale interior of his pants could even be considered 'fresh'. The vulpine's climax was still lasting a while longer, and he would savor every last drop. When that fountain finally went dry and limp, flopping out of his breasts' grasp, the bull lowered his own pants, leaving the panting femboy strewn over the floor.
+
+"Heh, tired already? Then perhaps I should tuck ya in..." He teased him, patting his own belly for emphasis.
+
+"F-F-Fuck yes...!" Flo answered with difficulty, but also determination. "Swallow me, Zed... Make me your husband... And take my cock...forever!"
+
+Zed smirked. "I've waited so long for ya to ask."
+
+He reached down to his ankles, grabbing them to guide the toes into his mouth, not wasting any time gulping. He'd been hungry for this fox for a whole week. Selena's mouth made it even easier to stretch around the femboy's body and lubricate him with saliva, coiling over every little patch of fox fur that his long tongue could reach. He didn't want to waste any time, audibly gulping to drag Flo's calves into his throat. It was a bit of an odd angle, with Zed bending down to swallow the small femboy under him. His esophagus had a good grip on him so he wouldn't slide down, but he was basically fighting gravity through the whole process. With another gulp, the fox was lifted off the ground upside-down, facing his pregnant dome.
+
+The fox grabbed Zed's fur on the sides, causing his ascent to stop. "J-Just a moment..." Sandwiching his erect cock between the bull's belly and his, he clung to the outside world. Not to escape his predator, but to play hard to get. Besides, it seemed fitting that he'd get one last chance to worship that womb before he ended up in it himself; and the bovine seemed to agree. He kissed that belly, feeling it squirm back in response. The bull's drool, warm to the touch, kept trickling down his body from his legs. His balls brushed against the massive tits on the masculine body, reminding him that even when he disappeared into Zed, his dick, much like his ex-wife's traits, would still find purpose on a new owner. "I'm on my way, Selena." He whispered, before letting go of the white fur.
+
+On cue, Zed's hand moved under his head to push him upwards towards his lips. Flo eased his arms between those teeth, also helping to maneuver his large ballsack between those jaws. Submitting himself to the stud gave him a sense of pleasure, wholly apart from the sexual gratification with the bull then or now, or the anxious excitement that he had when he was swallowed head-first last week. Letting the stronger male do as he pleased simply felt...right.
+
+He was chest deep past those plump limps, and Zed craned his neck up. Another powerful gulp pulled him further, and only his face and cock tip were still free from his grip. Not for long, however, as the former got shoved inside by one hand, becoming yet another bulge down that throat. Only the head of that large coveted penis was outside of his teeth, being nudged by that amazing tongue into one last orgasm before it was claimed. And judging by how it throbbed, he knew it wouldn't take that long to reach it.
+
+Soon, with barely more stimulation, the fox's muffled moan preceded a jet flying out from the cockslit and splatting onto the ceiling. Zed didn't want any more precious white juices to be wasted, so he gulped him a full feet down. Now the semen was getting propelled into his closed mouth from the other direction, further aiding in lubricating the vulpine in his final descent. Another swallow, and his neck was clear of any obstructions, as the femboy's head slipped under his chest.
+
+While still pumping out seed, Flo could feel the larger body pulling him deeper, in that indeterminate mass of hot flesh, saliva, and cum... All he knew is that he was going deeper than ever before. Then, the surfaces started to feel less smooth, as if there were papillae on the walls to guide and nudge him in. It was getting hard to move, and a sense of calm was washing over him, while his limbs felt tired and heavy. And then he brushed against something rigid that shifted slightly in response, its surface composed of wet fur... It must have been a person. The same feeling now came from his other side, so he reasoned that he had been dragged into the womb. Was Selena one of those who he was pushing against or not? It didn't seem like it mattered. He didn't feel the need to apologize for intruding into their living quarters uninvited, or to squirm around to find a better position, or to ask Zed what he had to do now. Simply being surrounded by his new husband and the other trait lenders... A deep heartbeat constantly booming in the chamber... Surrendering into his care and possession, perhaps forever... It was all the satisfaction that he could wish for.
+
+The bull could feel him settling obediently, and his womb was working its magic. First, his belly expanded a bit more outwards, to comfortably fit all four occupants without compacting them so much. The dome stayed ever round – albeit even larger – when it began assimilating Flo's features. It wasn't a slow or painful process, even less so for his new inhabitant. His cock and balls began to change forms and enlarge, growing at a fast pace. The fur was getting an orange tint that matched the fox's coat, and it kept pushing out while widening. It was turning into a perfect replica of the one belonging to the latest addition of his collection of husbands and wives. One that he sadly wouldn't be able to use to ravage the cow like he'd originally intended, but that he would definitely find many other uses for. And then, the change concluded. Flo's cock was his. Finally, he thought, he had a penis big enough to see under his pregnant belly... That might change if he ever decides to shove one or two more people in there, of course...for now, the hyper cock suited him perfectly. As did the new pointy black ears sitting cutely on the sides of his head.
+
+He ran his arms over his own belly, rubbing it lovingly. He could individually feel all of the people making him so round and muscly and sexy in every imaginable way. Noa, Turq, Selena, and now... "Thanks, Flo. Have fun in your new home."
+
+As much as he'd have liked to have played with that new toy right away, it was best to at least leave the shop with his new clothes first before he had to explain all of this mess. He left behind his and Flo's discarded clothes, and started putting on his new fit. The laced boxers that matched his bra, then the pants that were back on the floor, and a new V-neck. His large white dome would keep hanging outside, but he thought that his full pregnant look was definitely a plus. Grabbing the remaining clothes that the fox had picked out for him, he walked out of the changing room, minding the new weighty bulge between his legs that was throwing off his balance.
+
+But there was someone else in that section of the store now, a chubby femboy. Whoever he was, the other customer didn't seem to mind the mess of scattered clothes all over the floor. He was facing away, so it was hard to figure out his species... But Zed could make out that the man had an enormous ass, one that rivaled even his, as well as a big pregnant belly. He smirked with his newly-acquired fox fangs, the gears once again turning in his kinky head...

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+---
+title: Annivoresary
+pubDate: 2022-08-08
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 3000
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: willing, non-fatal oral vore, with smaller male anthro fox pred, and larger male anthro wolf prey. Also includes bondage and sexual situations.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_3_annivoresary.png
+description: |
+  Happy Vore Day! These two boyfriends certainly have been awaiting this date eagerly...
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'smaller predator', 'BDSM']
+---
+
+"Is this okay for you, hun?" The gray wolf asked. "They aren't too tight, are they?"
+
+The red fox on the bed pulled his arms forward, tensioning the two ropes tied to him and the bedframe. "They are perfect, Nate." Other than the ropes – which were his idea –, the vulpine only had an underwear on him. "God, I'm excited for this."
+
+"Well, don't get -too- excited, D." Nathan said. "We haven't even started yet~"
+
+Nathan had brought up this idea to Dylan, once. He had heard of Vore Day online, and wanted to celebrate it with his boyfriend. Their first time was two years ago, and they enjoyed it so much that it became an annual occasion. Now, it would be the third consecutive time, although with a major difference. When they first started it, Nathan was the predator, since the gray wolf was the bigger of the two; he was buffer and slightly taller than the fox. But this year, he and Dylan would switch things up...
+
+"Good thing we both got our sick day, hun." Nathan continued.
+
+"Huh? Oh, yeah. The other times were on the weekend, right? And today's Monday." Dylan replied. "I wonder how to tell my boss about my 'sickness' tomorrow."
+
+In a sensual tone, moving his arms dramatically all over, the gray wolf started acting. "I'm sorry, doctor, I-I don't know his condition! But I know the cure~"
+
+"Ohhhhh– Wait, are we doing 'nurse and patient'? I thought we were roleplaying–"
+
+"Yeah yeah, I was just teasing." He approached the red fox's face and gave him a smooch. "You just look so cute like this, all tied up, I can't resist..."
+
+"Love you too, Nate." The fox smiled, his heart racing in excitement.
+
+Nathan got up from the bed. "Whenever you're ready, we can start."
+
+Dylan didn't waste a second to reply. "I'm ready."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+The gray wolf re-entered the room, wearing only a pink robe. "Good morning, sleepyhead~"
+
+Dylan opened his eyes, raised his head from a pillow, and tried to get up, but his arms were still tied. "What...? Where are my clothes? Who are you? Where am I?!"
+
+"Oh, you poor thing... You must be so confused and hungry."
+
+Nathan's caring tone really contrasted with his athletic figure. But even if it sounded very fake and exaggerated, the fox enjoyed it nonetheless – maybe even more than if he seemed completely serious.
+
+The wolf continued. "Well, I can't let you go in such a sorry state, can I? Maybe I'll treat you to some 'hospitality'... Hee hee~"
+
+"L-Let me go, sir! I have to go home!"
+
+"But it's so dangerous out there for a small, weak thing like you..." The wolf approached Dylan, and grabbed one of his thighs, prompting the fox to flinch. "I think it's better if you stay in here, where it's nice and warm."
+
+"O-O-Okay..." The bound, slender anthro stuttered in anticipation.
+
+Nathan's digits danced as they climbed up the fox's leg. "This is your home, now. And I'll treat you just right~"
+
+Dylan blushed and huffed as the wolf's finger hooked the band of his underwear, and started pulling it down to remove it. The fox's full erection was revealed, and the lupine smirked. "You need me, don't you? Even your body knows it..."
+
+"Grrrmph..." The fox gritted his teeth and snarled.
+
+The gray wolf was tempted to lick that irresistible cock, but he had other plans. "I should at least give you a good look at your breakfast..." He jumped onto the bed, sitting with his knees on the mattress at both sides of Dylan's belly. Their fluffy tails brushed against each other. He undid the knot of the robe's loop, teasingly undressing himself, and then tossed the robe backwards onto the floor where the vulpine's underwear was.
+
+Nathan's own half-mast was now on display outside of his sheath for the fox, as well as his toned abs, pectorals, and arms. Even after dating for several years and seeing each other naked so often, Dylan was still spellbound by the wolf's handsome body.
+
+"Like what you see? I hope it can satisfy your every desire."
+
+"Y-Y-Yes..."
+
+Nathan smirked. "Then beg for it."
+
+"Please... I want you."
+
+"That's a good boy~" His arms lightly pinned the red fox's.
+
+The red fox looked at the lupine cock near his face. "Do you want me to suck it? I-I need it, please..."
+
+"Uh-uh. Give me a kiss first, then we'll see."
+
+The two lovers locked eyes, and then snouts, sideways, in a passionate kiss. They made out with their tongues for what must have been a few minutes, and then the wolf broke contact, with a strand of saliva breaking as he raised his head.
+
+"You see, poor foxy," he continued, wiping his mouth, "it's not my dick that's going to be your breakfast... Well, it's only part of it. Now open wide so I can feed you~"
+
+Dylan no longer could play hard-to-get, so he obliged. His maw was immediately intruded by Nathan's fingers, probing at his tongue and teeth greedily.
+
+"Oooogh... Wha' 'ou 'oin'?" He tried to ask with the wolf paw in his mouth.
+
+"Shhhh... Just close your eyes and relax your mouth."
+
+Dylan did as instructed. He could feel Nate pull his fingers away, but he kept his jaws open. And then, the wolf's snout approached his again, but angled straight forward, and he felt the lupine's cold nose brushing against the roof of his mouth. It was really happening, the fox realized.
+
+"Keep relaxing." The voice of the wolf echoed inside of the fox's maw. Neither of them knew if they were roleplaying anymore, but it didn't matter. Nathan pushed his head further, and his gray fur brushed against the inside of D's cheeks. He took out his tongue, which came out to rest on top of the vulpine's, and unlike in the kiss, the fox could now feel the smooth underside of the muscle. Even if Nate was the one being devoured, he still was determined to taste as much of his boyfriend as he could.
+
+The red fox could feel the buildup of both of their salivas in the back of his mouth, as his tongue moved underneath the bulky wolf's chin with a mind of its own. The wolf had changed his brand of shampoo a few weeks ago in preparation for this day, and it had left a remarkable taste of strawberry in his fur. From the fox's side, the only preparation he'd had was not eating anything in the last 12 hours or so, and the sweet, juicy flavor only accentuated his hunger for his own boyfriend.
+
+"Let's speed things up. Remember to breath..." Nathan's voice coming from inside of the fox's head felt so strange and alluring, the fox's dick could not help it but twitch at it. The intrusion in his mouth traveled deeper, and the lupine's snout now forced itself into his throat. And, with it, Nate's tongue kept lapping at the mucous tunnel that led to the stomach...
+
+"Hmm-mmmpfh!" Dylan opened his eyes and attempted to moan as the broad gray shoulders readjusted themselves into his mouth, bulging his cheeks impossibly as the wolf fed himself to him. It was a mystery how Nate could dislodge his shoulders to fit them with such ease – he must have prepared specifically for this occasion –, but the fox was also surprised at the limits of his own body.
+
+"Oh, D... You taste so good inside as you do outside~!" The wolf shouted, before resuming his licking and wiggling forward. The last few Vore Days, when he was the predator, he noted that the fox's fur had a natural almost-chocolaty taste. But the taste and smell of Dylan's insides past his mouth were sour and citric, like an unsweetened lemonade. And it only got stronger the deeper he went.
+
+Dylan could feel himself be stretched by the large meal, and its tongue lapping at his insides, and the sensations drove him insane. His hands pulled against the ropes tied to the bedframe, as he tried to rush them towards his cock in order to get his release. But it wouldn't come, not when he was bound like this, seeing the wolf's toned chest push into his jaw, and arms pinned to the sides. He kicked his legs to fight against the overwhelming arousal in his head, and at the realization that this was really, REALLY happening.
+
+The wolf stopped for a second to ask something. "How are you holding up? Give me one signal for fine, two for not." All around him, the throat reverberated with a single continuous moan. "Very well, let me know if you want to stop. Otherwise, keep swallowing..." A powerful gulp rang around his ears as he was pushed deeper into the esophagus, and he smiled. Dylan definitely wanted this as much as him, so the wolf decided to wiggle forward with more determination, hoping to reach his destination soon before his own arousal exploded.
+
+The rigid body covered in wet fur burrowed itself deeper into the fox's mouth, and it wasn't even halfway inside. The snout had not even entered Dylan's stomach yet! But his body craved more of that filling of strawberry-tasting wolf, and his mind wouldn't be satisfied until he had Nathan all to himself. Still, the lupine's cooperation and increased effort would get him inside in no time, they both hoped.
+
+As time went on, and more of Nathan disappeared to become a bulge under the red fox's coat, the two boyfriends kept licking more and more of each other's body. The sourness of Dylan's insides was becoming more powerful, almost acrid, but instead of making him repulsed, it only increased the wolf's lust, now that his goal was so close. His tongue felt a dead end ahead, which must be the entrance to the stomach. "Hey D, I think I've found– hmmpf!" His shouting got interrupted as soon as he moved a bit forward, the sphincter temporarily pinching his snout shut.
+
+"Hmmm gmmmmf..." There wasn't much the fox could say with a mouthful, even as he reacted to his stomach distending with the wolf's head. Outside of his mouth was part of the wolf's abs, that strawberry flavor mixed with lupine sweat to give Nathan his one-of-a-kind taste. He also tasted something similarly sweet and salty, but different and more concentrated: Nathan's precum, from his now-erect dick just ahead. They were both so pent-up.
+
+"It's so hot in here~ Is my stomach also like this?" The gray wolf's voice came from his midsection, in the chamber where all of his head was.
+
+"Mmmmm-hmmm~" Dylan replied with a moan before gulping down more of the wolf.
+
+But then the lupine started working his tongue again, lapping at the pungent gastric juices without any Manner of disgust. The fox moaned once more at the amazing sensation, being given such a deep and thorough cleaning of his insides. Nathan's rimjobs were always heavenly, but this was unparalleled. After all, this had been as deep as anyone had ever been inside of him. And soon, he'd have him all for himself, for the whole day...
+
+The wolf only had his from hips down still outside, so there was little space for his legs to push against the mattress for balance. "D?" He called out. "I'm starting to lose ground. I'll try to curl up in here, but you'll need to swallow more now–aaaAAAAAH!" Dylan -did- swallow, bringing Nate's cock to rest on top of his tongue. The fox had been aching to suck off his boyfriend, and even if this was unusual, he wouldn't waste the chance.
+
+"Mmmmmmmm~" With Nathan's butt, tail, and legs sticking out, the vulpine purposefully slowed down to savor the wolf dick, with a very active tongue. He could hear the moans inside of his bulging stomach. It already felt full, but it was missing something special that only his boyfriend could provide; and he wanted to taste every single drop.
+
+Thankfully, by the amount of precum that leaked and teased Dylan, the lupine was getting close. Along with licking, he swallowed a bit more, just to work up the gray wolf to his climax. He felt the lupine's knot slide into his mouth, and his muscle lapped at the new target. Nathan, from the confines of his boyfriend's digestive system, wanted to say that he wanted to just be swallowed up without the interruption, but his moans as he approached his orgasm told otherwise.
+
+"G-gaaaaaah...!" And the climax came for the wolf, with a muffled shout to accompany. His seed sprayed into the fox's tongue, washing his throat and Nathan's own abs. The lupine moaned as a result, and felt more of that tangy acid in his tongue as his face was pushed against a stomach wall. Dylan impulsively swallowed more, bringing the base of the wolf's tail and whole butt inside of his jaws, and lifting Nate's back paws off the floor.
+
+"Ooooh, hun... That felt great~" The wolf was trying to catch his breath in this cramped space where his chest was entering. "You think you can get the rest of me inside?"
+
+"Mmmmmmmf, mmm pmm'mmm–"
+
+"Maybe you shouldn't speak with your mouth full, D."
+
+Dylan tried to move his hands yet again, but they wouldn't budge. He wanted so much to touch himself, the engorged member aching for climax. Or to grab Nathan's toned thighs, and pull them inside of him faster. His frustration only made him swallow harder, and feel more aroused. The lupine's legs kicked the air to aid him, and the large bulge of his boyfriend increased. He raised his head, trying to see his bellyful of wolf, but the back paws and tail were in the way...
+
+"Wait, hun. I think I have an idea. Lemme just–" Nathan popped one arm into the chamber, and then the other. He had felt his own bulge on the fox's skin when his back paws grazed the fox's enlarging belly, and maybe that could give him enough boost. As flexibly as he could, he lined up his hands inside with the top part of his feet outside. "Okay... I'll count to three, and then you swallow as hard as you can. Ready?"
+
+"Rmmdmmm."
+
+"One... two... three!" Nathan pushed against the wall of the stomach, and at the same time curled on himself, propelling his legs and feet into Dylan's accommodating maws. The stomach also distended widely from the movement – letting the fox see the clear outline of the wolf's arms –, creating more space for the wolf to enter. The lupine was now up to his ankles in Dylan's snout, knee grazing at the entrance of his esophagus, his feet and end of the tail working themselves inside by the moment. The vulpine could barely believe the size of his belly, even as he saw it, now containing almost half of the larger wolf. But he still wasn't done.
+
+He still wouldn't be able to speak out loud like this until a few more swallows brought the wolf's toes and tip of the tail into his mouth, and scooping them with his tongue, a final swallow finally cleared Dylan's jaws. "Ahhhhhhh..." He sighed. "That's much better, b-but I really need to cum and I can't reach–!"
+
+"On it." It was all that the wolf said before he shifted his torso around, as his two legs were still in the fox's throat.
+
+"Oh jeez... what are you doing...?"
+
+"Alright, D." Nathan stopped for a moment. "Can you try humping the air?"
+
+"Humping the air? S-Sure." The fox obeyed his command and thrust his hips up and down into nothing.
+
+That 'nothing', however, would be replaced with the enormous vulpine belly before long, once Nate lurched forward with his arms, this time the other way. Dylan now humped the huge bulge in his belly that was his boyfriend's paws – oh, and his tongue, for good measure. He was so close to the edge ever since they had begun, and finally, he could–
+
+"RRRRA-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" His orgasm was even more explosive than Nate's, and the red fox painted the underside of his belly white. Even if he was smaller than the large wolf in that matter of size, too, his cock ejected what seemed like an enormous amount of semen, landing also on his tail and thighs. But he could barely see any of it, and only feel it on his skin, since most of his vision was occupied by the clearly delineated bulge of his boyfriend on top of him, whose legs and tail slid into the hollow chamber with the rest of the wolf. He could easily make out Nathan's head and paws from outside.
+
+"Shiiit... That was..." Dylan gasped. "T-That was amazing, Nate. You really fit..."
+
+"Told ya." Came the muffled response. In the aftermath of it all, covered in everything from Dylan's digestive fluids and his own cum, Nathan hoped to get hard again soon enough.
+
+"And that thing with your tongue, god–OOOOoohh..." Just on cue as the fox talked, Nate's tongue worked him again. "How did you even come up with that...? How does it taste? Man, I think I like this better than being vored."
+
+"It tastes lovely~ And I prefer this, too. I'm so happy you pulled it off, D..." Instead of licking the wall of the gastric chamber again, he gave it a smooch.
+
+"Love you too, Nate..." He pulled again on the weights around his wrists. "Alright... Guess I'm stuck like this, now."
+
+"Why, do you have somewhere else to go?" The wolf teased.
+
+"Not a chance... B-But you can get out later on your own, right?"
+
+"Yeah, with some help from you. But we can spend a few more hours like this before you retch me up, right?" He kneaded his boyfriend's insides with his paws.
+
+"Ohhh, that feels great... Yeah, a few hours... I'd like that." Dylan rested his head on the pillow, as all he could do was relish every minute of the massage. "But next year, if we're doing this again, I think I don't wanna do ropes or roleplay..."
+
+Nathan chuckled. "Who said we have to wait until next year~?"

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+---
+title: Better in Bully Batter
+pubDate: 2023-02-20
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 19100
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal similar size cock vore, with willing pred, multiple unwilling/semi-willing prey, and implied perma endo with trait theft. Also includes consensual sexual situations (M/M, M/F), hyper, cock sizeplay, netorare/cuckoldry and marriage play, cum inflation and weight gain, auto-fellatio, public sexual situations, and public vore.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_comm_2_better_in_bully_batter.png
+description: |
+  Years after graduating, a whole week to meet with former high-school classmates can lead to certain developments. Some more salacious, and others completely unexpected. And for a former bully, it happens to be both.
+
+  My second commission for Scion! This one is entirely dedicated to long-term cock vore, which I've never written at this scale before. Although I haven't ever written anything at this scale; this is my longest standalone story to date by far, because I went way overboard on descriptions. Enjoy!
+tags: ['cock vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'similar size', 'perma endo', 'straight sex', 'gay sex', 'masturbation', 'hyper', 'netorare', 'commission']
+commissioner: {"Scion": "https://www.furaffinity.net/user/scionic"}
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  '': {"Scion": "https://www.furaffinity.net/user/scionic"}
+---
+
+## The first day
+
+"Hmmm, what about John...?" Susie wondered out loud, the curvy goat adjusting her large butt on her seat as she eyed the former classmate. "Maybe not... Dogs were never my thing."
+
+"Well, I've been wanting a piece of Silas ever since we graduated!" The cow standing next to her blurted out. Rita would've crossed her arms in front of her chest, were it not for the massive tits she sported to match her big hips. "He was on the football team back then."
+
+The goat turned to her. "Silas? Isn't he gay?"
+
+"Since when?"
+
+"Since always! He's always posting photos with his husband on Feastagram." Susie took out her phone. "Besides, I don't think he's coming here today."
+
+"Really? Aww..."
+
+Rita took another sip of her red wine. She and her friend had been quite excited for this high school reunion. It'd been years since they'd seen most of these former classmates, and now they had a whole week to remake acquaintances. However, for the two plump girls, their plans included a lot more contact than simply shaking hands. As such, they were hoping to find a partner willing to do the same, since many attending the reunion should've been expecting to take someone else to their hotel room.
+
+A lot of the men in this hall were married – but so were Rita and Susie. While the goat kept scouring through her phone, Rita looked over at the opposite corner, where two males, a striped otter and a spotted cheetah, had been talking enthusiastically with each other. Her husband, Nigel, waved when she noticed the pair, and the cow smiled back, before Susie's phone took her field of view.
+
+The extremely busty cow inspected the selfie of Silas with another man. "...What is this? Greece?"
+
+"Yep. Sent 15 minutes ago."
+
+Rita sighed. She wouldn't be getting to play with the jock, after all. The bovine pushed her friend's arm away, before her eyes gaped at the man making his way into the hall. He was a tall, handsome alpaca, literally standing out from the crowd between him and the two women. The white-wooled man had a leather jacket and pair of pants, which only accentuated his muscly bulkiness. He wore a confident smirk on his face, and – as the two ruminants saw once the crowd dispersed – had a large bulge in his pants. He was clearly well-endowed, and both women's attention was brought to his groins.
+
+"Who is he?!" They said in unison, before looking at each other.
+
+"W-Wait, I thought you were keeping tabs on everyone from our school year." The cow asked Susie, putting down her glass on the counter; the goat slowly shook her head in response. "Not everyone, apparently..."
+
+The goat leaned forward on her seat and squinted, trying to catch the name on the tag around his neck, but it was too far away to read. Quite a few people were staring at him, too; including Nigel and Gabe, who both seemed uneasy about his arrival. As for their two wives, they'd decided that their eye candy shopping was over.
+
+Dressed in a biker get-up, the alpaca strutted across the hall, unconcerned about bumping into his former classmates as he made his way to the bar. Before he stopped at the counter, he exchanged gazes with both of the luscious women, and walked right into the middle of them.
+
+"Hey, bartender." He called out with his booming voice. "Bring a whiskey on the rocks, will you?"
+
+Both Susie and Rita were red on the face by his proximity. The goat felt his arm and leg brush on her, letting her realize just how muscular he was; the cow noticed the lack of rings in his hands, and inspected the nameplate that had tilted her way as he leaned in front of her; and both could get an idea of just how hung he was from the massive bulge, glistening under the light on his black leather pants.
+
+"D-Dedalos..."
+
+"Yeah?" The alpaca turned as the cow read his name off his tag. His smug gaze revealed him to be a dominant.
+
+"I-I'm Rita... I was wondering if you'd be i-interested in a threesome later tonight...?"
+
+"Hey, Rita. Forward, aren't you?" Dedalos grinned, and grabbed his glass on the counter. He turned to the goat's tag, who was trying her best not to squeal from arousal. "Hmm... So the threesome would be both of us, and...Susan, here?"
+
+"J-J-Just call me Susie..." She squeaked frailly, before regaining composure. "Wait, no...! Rita, I saw him first. I call dibs!"
+
+"Dibs? But -I- saw him first. If anything, Nigel is gonna watch me get fucked by him!"
+
+"No...? I'm making Gabe watch me ride some alpaca dick. You can find someone else!"
+
+The alpaca kept following the ongoing argument of the bickering women, and downed his liquor in a single shot. He raised his hand between them, knowing it'd make them stop. He was quite used to having such a powerful effect on women.
+
+"You're both married ladies, aren't you?" They nodded complacently. "And you both wanna make them jealous, don't you? Well, I'd love nothing more than the company of these two beautiful women for the night, so... Why don't you all come to my hotel room after the main event?"
+
+The women looked at him, then at each other. Rita noticed a twitch in his pants; Susie was the first to speak. "All of us...? Including our husbands?"
+
+"Of course! I'd love me a flustered audience. They might even pick up a thing or two from watching me!" He winked at the cow, and squeezed the goat's thick thigh in his hand. "Mmm... It's gonna be a fun night, I can tell. Come meet me in room 77 after dinner. And definitely bring company!"
+
+Dedalos turned around and left with a deep chuckle, leaving the two haughty women blushing and speechless as he mingled back into the crowd.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+"Seriously? Dedalos, of all people?!" Nigel complained as he followed his wife through the hotel's hallway. "He was the school bully!"
+
+"Fifty-one... Fifty-three..."
+
+"Rita, are you listening to me?"
+
+"Oh, don't worry, Nigel!" Susie was the one who answered, her plump ass swaying under her dress as she walked. "That was years ago. He probably doesn't even remember it."
+
+"But we do!" Gabe interjected. "And Nigel is right. What did you even see in him?"
+
+The chubby goat smiled. "You'll both figure it out soon."
+
+"Seventy-five... This is the one!" Rita announced, excitedly counting the doors until they'd arrived in front of Dedalos's room. The cheetah and the otter appeared quite less excited than their wives, but despite their objections, they had still come. The cow ignored the 'do not disturb' hanger on the knob, and knocked on the wooden door.
+
+"Did you at least bring some cream...?" The otter asked meekly.
+
+"Yes." Both women answered. It was some 'cock expansion cream' that they bought regularly from an online supplier. After rubbing it over someone's dick, it'd grow temporarily for some extra fun. Given Rita's and Susie's extra large features, however, it was all but mandatory when they wanted to get fucked by their husbands; their normal sizes simply didn't satisfy them anymore. They'd thankfully managed to snag the last units online a few days ago, and brought the tins in their purses.
+
+The door unlocked, and Dedalos emerged, wearing only his biker leather pants and a wide grin. The tall alpaca stared at the couples and walked back to his large bed, inviting them in without any utterances or gestures. The two husbands followed their wives, and the cheetah closed the door behind him.
+
+Rita spoke first. "S-So, what were you thinking–"
+
+She interrupted herself when Dedalos dropped his pants, exposing his thick and long erection to their awe. They could now see just how hung the bully truly was, his shaft bigger than Gabe's and Nigel's combined by every standard – easily over two feet in length alone. The manly musk discreetly permeating the room was now filling everyone's nostrils.
+
+"I was thinking...that we jump straight into the fun."
+
+The cow and goat couldn't drop their dresses quickly enough, fumbling to each side of Dedalos to admire his uncut, throbbing dick. Meanwhile, the otter and cheetah, jealous of how their former bully had hypnotized their wives in an instant, begrudgingly took off their own clothes and name tags. However, their modest erections told a different story.
+
+The alpaca smiled at the attention that his cock was receiving from the two thick women. Not even both pair of hands could fully grasp his manhood, and he admired the naked bodies kneeling before him, already imagining what type of fun they would have tonight. One of them, a reddish goat with the biggest ass that Dedalos had ever seen, although the rest of her curvy body was nothing to scoff at. The other, an hourglass figure white cow with black blotches, huge tits, and wide hips, equally as eager to please his cock. Both ruminants were big, plump, and soft, and the bully wanted nothing more than to fuck them all night long – and perhaps, even beyond tonight.
+
+Their husbands were a different story. Meek, shy, and very flustered about the scene unfolding in front of them. They were clearly turned on by the whole situation – and so was Dedalos. Although he wondered if they were former classmates as well... He could scarcely remember who he'd bullied back in the day, and they'd made no mention of it to him so far. Oh, well. What really mattered was happening right now, between these four walls, with these four other people. The look on the cuckolds' faces only made him more aroused, but his cock was already as big as it would get.
+
+Or so he thought. A pair of hands withdrew from feeling his length, and when Rita's hand returned, the fingers had a cool, gelatinous substance on them. Dedalos looked at the cow, who was rubbing a blue lotion on the veiny skin. It wasn't any lube that he'd ever seen before. But before he could ask her about it, the striped otter raised an objection.
+
+"H-Hey! That enlargement cream is supposed to be for us!"
+
+"I'm the one who bought it, honey," she answered playfully, "and I think Dedalos here will make much better use of it than you."
+
+An enlargement cream...? That could be interesting, the alpaca thought. He was big enough au naturel, so he'd never sought out any artificial enhancers. But if the cow thought that his large member wasn't enough of a challenge already, he was game for some extra kinky fun. Seeing her friend, Susie was inspired to do the same, and she dug into her own purse to take out a twin round container. The goat popped out the metal lid, and used her hands to smear its contents on her side of his cock.
+
+The creamy concoction felt chilly and tingly, but he couldn't tell any difference in his size so far. More and more got smeared onto his skin, until both girls were scraping their cans for the last remains. Their husbands sighed in frustration, more so from not getting any of the cream than the fact that they were both stroking a stranger's shaft right in front of them. The women were quite diligently getting the blue goo on every single inch of alpaca cock, from base to head. But other than making him more sensitive, any intended effects were still delayed.
+
+Then, he felt a pulse. One throb, and his member absorbed the enlargement cream, pushing against the women's hands as it grew thicker and longer. Another throb, and easily got a whole feet bigger than its original size, with no signs of stopping its expansion. In fact, it would take a couple of minutes until the lotion had worked its full effect – and by the end of it, his cock was not only over seven feet long, but as thick as his bulky torso!
+
+Perhaps they'd used too much cream, but both women were gushing from too much lust at the alpaca's new size. And Dedalos did love his new volume, and at how sensitive the enlarged penis felt as it hung in the air. Although he wished that it would stay like this for longer than a single night, and that his balls would've grown as much as his new endowment.
+
+"Aw... But I wanted some of it!" The otter complained, and trudged straight towards the bully's large head. "Give it back!"
+
+Hoping to get some of the enhancing cream's scraps, and pass it to his relatively puny but achingly erect cock, the striped mustelid cupped his hands on the slick layer clinging to the alpaca's shaft. But the now transparent glob seemed glued to his white foreskin, its usefulness absorbed into the bully's meat. The small male seemed undeterred, as Nigel started rubbing his own dick against the alpaca's in desperation for any remaining cream.
+
+"Give it up, small fry. This is what your wife wants." Dedalos roared. But he'd hoped that the otter would take it not only as a challenge, but an invitation to keep going with this desperate attempt.
+
+The cuck inadvertently complied. His frustration and frotting felt extremely pleasurable on the enlarged glans, which was bigger even than his head. The two women massaging the bully's cock chuckled at the sight.
+
+"You should also come here and admire Dedalos's incredible cock, Gabe." Susie told the cheetah, who'd been standing far away in the corner. "Now, he's much more of a man than you could ever be."
+
+The spotted feline looked down in embarrassment, but shuffled to the huge-assed goat's lap, sitting on his wife's large thighs as he was compelled to worship the monstrous member. Each vein was thicker than his fingers rubbing on it, and the cock emanated such potent warmth and musk. It felt irresistible, and the cheetah couldn't help but get a taste of alpaca with his tongue. That slick and grand penis would soon be filling up his wife's butt, and there was nothing that he could do...
+
+Dedalos smirked. The two husbands, who were meant to be his audience, were now the most active participants. One of the cucks knew his place, lapping his feline tongue at his dick – wishing that it belonged to him, but accepting the alpaca's superiority. But the otter wouldn't admit defeat. He tried and failed to retrieve any of the cream, grabbing onto Dedalos's foreskin for leverage as he humped his crotch on the hyper cock. In one way or another, the mustelid wouldn't let go of that enormous symbol of virility, thrusting his small penis between the alpaca's foreskin and glans.
+
+Unbeknownst to the bully, some of the cream's side effects had begun to manifest. He felt his balls clench and sag lower, beginning to rapidly produce more seed that would last him the whole night. However, not all changes were strictly physical. In some sense, he felt that the otter and the cheetah could serve him in a much better way. Not simply as voyeurs or morsels, no... Somehow, they could make him even more of a man, erroneously paraphrasing the goat. In fact, they almost looked...appetizing?
+
+"Alright, boys. It's time for the ladies to play with Dedalos." The cow said, standing up as her drooping tits bounced. "Now, let go of his cock, you're not getting any cream any time soon."
+
+"N-No...!" The impulsive otter replied to Rita, shoving his fingers into the precum-leaking meatus to grasp for balance, as he continued to fuck the skin around his uncircumcised cock.
+
+The bully moaned in surprise, as it awakened some hidden desire in him... One which his body seemed more than happy to subconsciously act on, in fact, as his dickhole seemed to suck on the intruding digits. The striped otter was slick in the transparent remains of the unabsorbed lotion, now acting as a lube along with the pre drooling onto his wrist. The alpaca had an intrusive thought: that the cuck-in-denial could most likely fit down his enlarged urethra. The idea felt surreal, but at the same time, suddenly...tantalizing.
+
+A moan from the smaller male announced his orgasm, and otter seed spurted into the pocket of Dedalos's foreskin. It was barely enough cum to balloon the enlarged white skin perceptibly. And, of course, it did little to increase the mustelid's now-deflating cock. The semiaquatic mammal sighed, frustrated despite his reclamation attempt and eventual release, and jumped off the monster member...or tried to.
+
+His feet reached the carpet, but the otter's hand had been snagged in something fleshy and pulsating: Dedalos's cockslit. He had previously grabbed it for balance; now, the meatus had grabbed -him-, clenching over his wrist and holding it in place. He fought against the suction, but the penis had a mind of its own. And the alpaca was willing to indulge himself.
+
+The bully had heard of cock vore before, but his size had never been big enough to try it on anyone. Nor had he ever felt so ravenous in this way. This hunger must have been a side effect of that enlargement cream, no doubt. But watching the otter's arm disappear into his member, he had the urge to try it. He was smaller than his whole dick, after all. Just how deep could he get him...?
+
+Dedalos tried to clench his muscles, wondering if he could swallow him faster. He felt a surge as his testicles pulled up and clenched, which was an unusual and novel feeling in itself. The sensation ran up his sack and along his length, and with a powerful throb, his cock tugged more of that arm with a 'slurp'! The otter's face had been forced against his cockslit, and his muffled yell reverberated in the alpaca's urethra. His other otter hand pushed against the glans, but Dedalos's cock was too overpowering as it continued to slowly gulp the mustelid.
+
+The cheetah sitting on Susie's lap gasped in shock, watching his friend slowly become a struggling bulge in that enormous white cock. Although the bully was afraid that the two women would be equally horrified by the scene, nothing could have been further from the truth. While the big butted goat massaged his length with more vigor, the busty cow walked over to the small striped male, grabbing him by the waist and raising him off the ground towards the gaping tunnel.
+
+"Rita, w-what the hell?!" The feline shouted at her, grasping his own head, before Susie took his hands and moved them back to the bully's cock.
+
+She looked back at the spotted cat. "What? He seems to be enjoying himself." Another clench of Dedalos's cock pulled his shoulders in, and the mustelid's penis, still drooling fresh cum, was already fully erect again. "See?"
+
+"Ack...! Mnng..." The otter groaned and moaned at the urethral walls coated in precum, embarrassed at how much he enjoyed being fed to his old bully's cock by his own wife. "Let me out now... Please!"
+
+"What is he saying...?" The cheetah's voice made its way to Nigel's dampened ears.
+
+"Oh, he's probably loving it!"
+
+The otter was able to hear and feel almost everything that was happening. Their comments, Dedalos's grunts, the inside of his cock squelching and clenching him in, the intensifying tart aroma of cum. But his pleas and struggles seemed to fall on deaf ears, for some reason, being interpreted as 'loving it' instead. How humiliating... The alpaca had shoved him into lockers before, but now he was shoving him into his shaft. This was absurd! The otter's own erection being swallowed into the tight and musky darkness only added insult to injury.
+
+"A-Are you sure that he's okay with it?" The feline asked, watching his long-time friend's face be reduced to a bulge in the underside of the bully's cock, grunting unintelligibly.
+
+Dedalos answered between pants. "Huff... Wanna...see for yourself...?"
+
+With a throb, his seven-foot member was raised towards the ceiling and positioned above the cheetah, before Dedalos released it right on top of him. It pushed him down, sandwiching him between the hyper cock and Susie's thighs. His face was smooshed close to the thick base, positioned underneath the otter's head, letting alpaca junk and spent enlargement cream become all that he saw, touched, smelled...tasted. The cheetah essentially started kissing his vanishing classmate, separated by a salty, throbbing, warm wall of white dick; though he wasn't sure if the otter could feel the feline's lips against his.
+
+It wouldn't matter to the mustelid, as another surge – emerging from the hungry alpaca ballsack sagging on his spotted abs – brought more of him down the tunnel, moving his head even closer to the base. The added weight of cock and otter sank the cheetah further against the goat's fat legs, and Dedalos could spot the striped brown legs hanging outside of his meatus by the knees. While the spotted feline was trapped underneath the shaft which he was vigorously making out with, both women were massaging different spots, seemingly encouraging Dedalos to continue swallowing with his penis. The cow was no longer pushing his legs in, but he didn't need the help anymore.
+
+Another lurch, and more of his trouser snake consumed the otter, leaving his toes and tapered tail tip exposed to the glob of precum at the entrance. Every inch of the slender mustelid added to his arousal, but his release still felt very distant. Perhaps his balls still hadn't produced enough semen to match his new size; or perhaps they were waiting for the blockage to pass. Even so, this already was bliss, far more than most orgasms. To be coveted and stimulated like this, stroked and filled; and Dedalos knew that these drawn-out sensations would only get stronger as the night turned raunchier.
+
+The bully hadn't even noticed that the otter had disappeared from sight into his length until he felt his head at the base, stretching the deeper part of his ducts for the first time. The smaller male kept grunting throughout, this likely being his first experience with cock vore as well. But given the thrusting of hips directed at the cheetah's face, Dedalos assumed that he was enjoying his role as fodder.
+
+In reality, the otter could barely even think, much less be aware of any other events in the room. Having been fully sequestered from the outside world, the sharp aroma of cum and thumping drums were stealing his focus, and satisfying the intense lust was all that his hazy mind could occupy itself with. He could also hear some low rumbling just ahead, which he could only assume was his destination in that damp darkness. His bully's body would soon become the only thing he could be concerned about; and with a more consistent fluid now lapping at his face, the mustelid was afraid that these feelings would immediately get more intense.
+
+His head pushed into a wider but tight chamber, getting drenched in a pungent and creamy liquid, with a concentrated taste compared to the coating inside of the alpaca's penis. No doubt that this was very fresh cum, and the otter certainly was being deposited in one of the testicles. His balls weren't that big from outside, but the scrunched up folds began to stretch around him. Any hope that he would be too big for Dedalos to handle was dissipating; every inch of his body that turned at the bend of the hyper cock's base ended up going down the testicular sphincter just the same. The walls distended indiscriminately, and more cum seemed to flow from them to coat the otter's skin. He tried to struggle and move around, but with his head currently submerged in semen, he held his breath for yelling until he could crane his face towards a pocket of air. Which was easier said than done, given that he could barely tell up from down in here.
+
+The man inside of Dedalos felt even more wonderful in his ball than he did in his cock. His sack jutted out with writhing bulges, sagging lower and lower until it pushed at the cheetah trapped underneath him. Both he and the women were immediately taken by the otter-filled orb, massaging it with their curiosity-driven hands. The villous walls within, in turn, groaned and flexed around the mass it seemed eager to probe against. The alpaca could feel every last inch slipping inside at a constant pace, entering his testicle without any difficulty.
+
+In a matter of a few minutes, the otter went from being outside – fucking his foreskin –, to fully contained in his nut. All thanks to that enlargement cream not only increasing his features, but giving him new abilities and dispositions. The curled-up otter still managed to twist himself around in the spherical chamber, bringing his head up to bulge out his white skin and let out muted yells. But in the back of his head, Dedalos knew that the otter was fine within him. More than fine, really.
+
+"You...actually s-swallowed him..."
+
+Gabe was the first to break the silence with intelligible, unmuffled words. The alpaca smirked, using it as an opportunity to show off. Dedalos lifted his cock to give the cheetah some room, but still let his distended sack push down on his belly. The three pairs of hands – soon joined by the alpaca's – did little to conceal his overtly distended ball, as the captive otter pushed his arms and legs outwards underneath the skin and made the cum around him slosh audibly. The pressure felt amazing but was building up too fast, prompting the bully to flex his ball. To his surprise, his body reacted, pulling the testicle up and squeezing its contents back into a sphere, forcing his prey to submit and curl before drooping once more. The reaction seemed to have squeezed out some of the otter's fight instinct, and the bulge squirmed calmly.
+
+"Is he okay?" The cheetah seemed skeptical.
+
+"Mm, definitely... I'm sure he's loving every second." The bully answered lovingly, patting the moaning head in his nut.
+
+"Why wouldn't he?" The goat, sitting underneath the feline, commented. "With all that batter around him, I'm sure it's like paradise."
+
+The cow also chimed in. "Although..." She brought a hand to the other ball, cupping the entire smaller groaning sphere between her fingers. "His sack does look weird, uneven like this. Don't you agree, Gabe?"
+
+He turned to look at Rita, then his wife, and then, Dedalos. They all had that same devious look on their faces, and it wasn't hard to guess why.
+
+"W-Wait, don't tell me you're all thinking–"
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"B-But... I don't wanna get stuck in his ball... Especially -his-, of all people."
+
+Dedalos wore a collected expression as he flexed his nut once more, letting it bob and drop down on the cheetah's belly with a noticeable 'slosh' coming from within. "Hear that? That's my seed... And I can only make more if someone else is filling up my ball. And you want me to make more so I can dump it all in your wife, don't you?"
+
+"W-Well–"
+
+"And besides, it's only for one night. I'll let you both out tomorrow."
+
+The bully seemed genuine, but the cheetah was reluctant. He looked up at the goat. "Babe, are you sure about this...?"
+
+Susie had no doubt in her mind. "If you let his cock swallow you, I'll suck yours."
+
+His smaller penis twitched in response. That was the last convincing that he needed to nod meekly.
+
+Dedalos chuckled. "Then let's not waste any time! Don't want to blow any loads outside of your wives."
+
+More confident with his new dick size, the alpaca stood up and moved away from the couple, no longer shading them from the hotel room's light. Then, pushing his member underneath them, he managed to raise them off the bed! He wanted to speed things along, though not solely for the reason he gave.
+
+After all, his first prey had been unwilling, and he wanted to try something different with the spotted yellow feline. Dedalos wanted him to give himself out of his own volition. And if the bully took too long, he'd certainly get cold feet.
+
+Susie grabbed onto the cheetah as she was carried along, while Dedalos pushed his cock's head against the wall. The enlargement cream had mostly dried up, so the white skin wasn't greasy anymore, and there was little risk of her slipping off. The large shaft arced up along the wall for leverage, facing upward as the couple sat in the middle of its length. Her sizeable cheeks spread over his throbbing member, keeping her in place on the seven-foot slope, as the alpaca positioned them in a way where they would both have easy access to his drooling cockslit.
+
+The cheetah looked up at it. "Umm... How do I–?"
+
+"You saw me with the otter, right? Just stick something in there. Your head, your feet, whatever... I'll do the rest."
+
+"My feet...?" He pondered a bit, wondering how it could be interesting to watch his own descent, then looked at the curvy goat. "Babe, do you think you can help me get in feet first...?"
+
+Susie smiled. "Of course, sweetheart."
+
+Dedalos watched the cheetah shuffle as the goat helped him up. He was about the same size as the otter, and about as lean, but the muscles in his abs, chest, and limbs had some definition, and his shoulders were broader. But like his friend before him, he was still smaller than the alpaca in every sense. Still, he was probably stronger than the other husband, and even if he was volunteering himself to feed his penis, it might have been fun to fight his stronger squirms... Hopefully, he'd be as active as him after the cock vore, when he was settled within.
+
+The spotted feline lined up his body with the thick cock, with his toes pointing to its entrance, then crawled backwards as Susie helped him to not fall off. His lower body was almost vertical, and he pressed his feet against the glans, struggling to aim...until they snagged the gaping urethra, one foot after the other. Just as quickly as with the otter, the cock was sucking them in, devouring and swallowing its second prey with more ease now that it had warmed up and been stretched.
+
+Like the cow who had guided the otter into the ravenous member before her, Susie was aiding the cheetah, pushing his body up as she sneaked her head underneath him. He felt her hair brushing his chest.
+
+"W-What are you–woOAH! Ohhhh...hnf...!" Gabe grunted, as a second slurping noise could be heard. The goat was eager to fulfill her side of the bargain immediately.
+
+Dedalos could feel his feline toes curling against the lubed walls as more of his ankles slipped inside. He couldn't see what the voluptuous goat was doing, but it wasn't hard to imagine, either. From the cheetah's incessant moaning, Susie must have been quite skilled with her mouth, and the alpaca could appreciate it indirectly, by how it caused the cheetah to writhe pleasurably. It also helped with the weird angle at which the husband was being consumed, feeling his kicks twist his urethra ever so slightly to ease his entrance.
+
+The bully looked back at Rita, who was still massaging the otter-filled nut with one hand while rubbing herself with the other. There was some audible sloshing in the chamber whenever she pressed down or the cuck pushed out, no doubt the cum being produced by all the stimulation. He wanted so badly to fill up the buxom cow, and then the goat, for as long as they would want. For the whole night, even...! If they were up for it. But first, he needed to deal with the yellow cat.
+
+Looking back at the couple, Dedalos saw that he was down to his thighs by now, with his feet bulging the top of his shaft, and the goat's lips had followed his loins along his fleshy entrance. There was a bunch of alpaca precum pooling on the cockhead, lubricating more of the spotted fur as the sunk legs continually dislodged more out of their way. The feline continued to kick idly, only making the alpaca more eager to send him down.
+
+"I-I'm close...!" The cheetah gritted his teeth, now that his hips were dangerously close to Dedalos's flesh, feeling both the bully's and Susie's warm and wet bodies wrapping around him.
+
+Until the goat withdrew her lips, that is. A strand of saliva from his erect dick followed her mouth before breaking, and she looked up at his deprived gaze.
+
+"Sorry, sweetheart. Any further and I might get sucked in, too! And we can't have that." She spoke, her voice betraying some satisfaction from denying him his orgasm. "Let Dedalos here please you instead, okay?"
+
+On cue, the bully's cock gulped more of him, bringing in his balls and the base of his penis, consequently sandwiching it tightly against his defined abs and the urethral wall. He looked down at the bulge he was making as he squirmed, then back up to see Susie's hand moving in to push down on his head.
+
+"Uungh... F-Fuck...!" He grunted in pent-up frustration and arousal.
+
+One of his hands moved down, unceremoniously shoving itself into Dedalos's cock to wrap around his own. The other hand pushed against the goat's wrist that guided him further into the inescapable shaft. The cheetah was clearly stroking himself, letting the slick and lubricated urethra serve as a replacement for Susie's mouth – even as it swallowed far more than just his dick.
+
+He felt even better going down than the otter, the alpaca thought. Perhaps because he already had a full nut while he fed his cock, its creamy contents eager to spurt out explosively in what would certainly be the best orgasm that Dedalos had ever had. Of course, that'd likely push the feline out too soon, so he had to keep his focus for longer. His dick continued to act with a mind of his own, like a snake consuming its prey whole...but holy shit, did it feel amazing. The bully grunted throughout, if only to avoid a lustful roar from slipping out of his lips.
+
+The wider parts of the cheetah's body were no challenge for his stretchy tunnel. Every new inch that slipped inside – already coated in Dedalos's limitless reserves of precum – just became another bulge, spreading his flesh around the writhing male. His feet was starting to travel to where Susie was sitting, though the weight of her ample ass was barely an obstruction to the strong pulls emerging from the alpaca's hungry ball.
+
+The spotted yellow cat moaned, reaching his limit when the warm ooze crept up to his chest. Dedalos felt the smaller member throb inside of his, releasing cum on the wall...but his juices were barely a drop in the ocean of pre, to be swallowed down along with the furry obstruction in his dick. The cheetah's squirms only helped him along his slide down, and with Susie's shoving, he was shoulders-deep by now.
+
+"When you're all the way in his nut," the goat whispered only to the cheetah, letting go of his head, "make sure to squirm hard. Squirm and make as much cum in there as you can."
+
+"Huf..." He was still recovering from his climax and panting. "You...promised a blowjob..."
+
+"I did. So, make sure that he cums hard. So hard that he'll have to push you out."
+
+"Mnf...! O-Okay, babe..."
+
+Her hand returned to push him down, feeling more of his lump slip under the white skin beneath her well-rounded curves. Every throb of hyper cock, every swallowed inch of cheetah, every slurp and squelch, all those sensations that she could only experience from her luxury class seat. But the real fun hadn't even started – and for that, her husband had to complete his journey. Once Gabe only had his snout and half an arm still outside, she removed her hand again, intent on not following him down the bully's cock.
+
+The feline tried to grumble something – instead, getting some pre to invade his mouth. He tried to cough it before realizing that, fluid-wise, it'd only get worse from here. He stared at Susie once more before the pinching meatus pulled him down, forcing his face to stare at the roof before sinking down some more. With only his arm outside, some light intruded the fleshy tunnel's entrance, revealing the glistening pink walls around him. His spotted fur was slickly glued to his body, and he'd been reduced to a hyper's toy. He felt the vacuous suction on his toes, dragging him towards his new purpose: filling his former bully's nut.
+
+Dedalos continued to drag him down, much like the other cuck before him. Although the otter had struggled within – which, back then, only helped him squirm further deeper –, the spotted cat had stood still after the goat had told him something in secret. It was a slower process, but there was less risk of blowing his load too soon, and more time to savor the sensations. He'd even lost track of Rita, who had stopped fondling his sack. The alpaca turned his head, and saw her lying on the other side of his large bed. The cow was running her fingers over her wide vulva, revealed between her spread, shapely thighs.
+
+"I can't wait anymore... I need it -now-." She commanded with words, but the sight alone had been inviting enough for Dedalos to take action.
+
+With the goat still sitting on his length, and an arm partially hanging out from his meatus, he spun around to aim the cockhead towards the bovine. Rita was wet, and she brought both hands to pull her entrance further open. Her vagina wasn't stretched enough to fit him in one go, but the cow seemed confident that she could take him. Dedalos wouldn't dream of denying her the challenge.
+
+He brought his tip closer, aiming the spotted fist that was sticking out towards her bits. The cheetah's fingers parted her with ease, and she let out a soft cry of pleasure. She was quite needy, and only Dedalos could satisfy her. He pushed his length closer, letting the yellow arm sink inside her as his enormous glans pushed against her vagina. It didn't fit at first as expected, but she'd acclimate to his girth soon enough. His pre started to mix with her juices, lubricating the pathway just a bit more. He brought his hips back, giving her some pause, before once again causing the cheetah to inadvertently fist her, slightly deeper this time.
+
+Susie could only watch as she rode Dedalos. With more of her own arousal building up, she saw her husband's arm slowly sink further into both of them with each hump, her own body getting closer to the cow when her snatch finally gave in and took his head in the third thrust. Her full-figured friend cried out in delight, feeling the alpaca's shaft bulge her out as it intruded the newly accessible space. Of course, Rita couldn't fit the whole dick, but its tip was more than enough to make her body quiver.
+
+In the darkness of Dedalos's urethra, the cheetah could feel the different flesh and fluids lapping at his fingers, but pushing against the warm bovine wall drove them deeper into the cock, its meatus closing around his hand with a 'slorp' and locking him in. The cow's and alpaca's grunts followed the shifts of the jerking tunnel around him – as they were fucking around him, he realized. He was headed the same way his friend had just gone, aided deeper by the swaying motions of Dedalos's thrusting. Feeling his soles press into a hot and goopy chamber, he remained still, remembering Susie's words as he waited for his best chance.
+
+Taken along for the ride on his cock as he thrust into Rita, the plump goat held onto the pliant white skin, glued as best as she could remain. It felt like the lewdest mechanical bull ride she'd ever experienced. In truth, the whole spectacle was getting her quite wet. Susie licked her lips, recovering some of the cheetah's musky flavor still in her mouth while he vanished underneath her seating. Dedalos continued to swallow him down uninterrupted, and as the goat looked behind her, the alpaca's other nut was starting to bloat with the feline. His feet very noticeable underneath that pale orb, pushing down next to the otter's chamber. It wouldn't be long until it grew just as big...
+
+With the new weight inside of his nut, while driving his cockhead against the far wall of Rita's vagina, Dedalos felt a powerful throb in his shaft. Not yet, he thought...! Gritting his teeth and stopping all thrusting motions was his way to prevent his cock toy from being ejected early. That single strong pulse, of blood traveling through his veins and of seed bathing his urethra, almost drove him off the edge. So strong it was, that the rush almost squeezed the cheetah out and shifted Susie's balance, causing her to fall to the side onto the mattress. It could have been the most incredible orgasm of his life – but his hunger was greater than his lust.
+
+Being this close to his plan being foiled, still feeling his climax just within reach, there was no time to waste. He could cum at any second, so first, he wanted – no, needed – that both of his balls be filled. With no one sitting above his shaft, he had total access to the feline bulge with his hands, using them to massage that groaning face deeper. His nut continued to churn sloppily over his legs, expanding faster around the dropping mass. The cow was still on the opposite end of his shaft, grinding idly on his uncut tip, wanting her own fill in one way or another. She was making it harder for Dedalos – deep down, he loved it.
+
+The cheetah could feel the hot liquid with milky consistency paint more of his body as he slipped down to his nut. Aside from what seemed like hands pushing him down, the inner workings of the shaft all seemed subject to that thumping heart, beating faster in the ever-encroaching ecstasy. Each swallow and clench and squeeze and flare, in sync with the anatomical rhythm. It downed on him just how powerless he was in the bigger male's musky insides, just as his head pushed into the chamber filled with a salty and bitter mixture.
+
+Dedalos felt that feline face slip beyond the base of his cock, underneath the top of his scrotum, and through the testicular sphincter. Like the otter, he was almost fully in his nut. Right now, only his arm hung limply in his cock, past his prostate. But he couldn't take it any longer. With the otter's incessant squirming, there was too much seed in his other ball, and he'd have to gamble on his ability to keep the feline snug inside his newly-enlarged member. For the first time in minutes, Dedalos let himself relax. And as expected, his overdue orgasm came.
+
+The otter felt the walls squeeze him even tighter than any previous clenches, that creamy bath he'd been stewing in flying out through an indeterminate opening. The mustelid-infused cum flooded into Dedalos's urethra looking for an escape, but instead of propelling the cheetah outwards, the pressure forced his arm deeper, fully trapping him down the opposite dead-end. It worked out better than the bully had expected. The powerful stream flowed up the intended path, pumping copiously out of his cockslit into Rita's tunnel.
+
+As it started to bloat her, the cow brought her hand, touching the sloshing belly jutting out as alpaca seed intruded her vagina and womb. A single spurt or two would have made her feel full – but she was still hungry for more. Her own female ejaculation was negligible in comparison to the hyper head hosing into her. And so was the otter's: as the nut's walls squeezed him out of any seed they could find, they also pumped his cock, draining him into making a small contribution to the alpaca's jizz. When it was over, the testicle only had the smaller male inside, but it didn't take long until it started to replace its spent semen.
+
+Admiring just how much he'd bloated Rita − her tummy was now a bigger sphere than any of her boobs –, feeling his cock submerged in the pool of its own musky cream, he carefully withdrew himself from her vagina. His intention was to not let much fluid slip out, for her body to feast on as much alpaca seed as it could. He looked down at his squirming sack, the cucks' muffled grunts matching their hands and legs pushing out. Dedalos clenched both of them with his ball muscles, forcefully kneading them into submission. The pair was mostly evened out once more, but the cheetah-filled orb sloshed louder and bigger with another large batch of fresh batter. He looked over at the goat eagerly awaiting her turn, her eyes revealing her intent on solving this issue.
+
+The spotted feline continued to fight against the milky churning walls, even after they'd attempted to press him down into a sphere. He tried to find the opening he'd come from, but there was too much hot cum to be able to feel anything. It felt like it seeped through every orifice in his body, flowing around regardless of his presence. Like he was a part of its trajectory. The salty and sour taste wouldn't leave his mouth, and he wasn't even sure how he was able to breathe in this oppressive globe of flesh, but the wet warmth seemed to seep into his guts and lungs like a musky amniotic fluid. A heaviness on his whole body accompanied the sensations, although he still had the energy to struggle against the captivity. He could even open his eyes without irritation, but there wasn't anything to see in the darkness of the rippled walls. His own voice felt muted to his ears as it traveled in the thick soup, although he could still tell what everyone else said – except from his nut neighbor's muffled complaints, of course. Still, when he heard the goat's next moan, he knew that the alpaca had begun round two. He remembered her earlier whisper to him; that was his cue to squirm faster.
+
+Dedalos's cock tip was well lubricated with his own seed, and slipped between Susie's large ass mounds without trouble. He was curious to see just how well she could play with her mouth, after what she'd done to convince the cheetah – but at his current size, they were both crazy to figure out how much he could fill her backside. The alpaca thrust in, reaching far deeper in her bowels than in Rita's vagina, even if the whole shaft still wouldn't fit.
+
+Susie, bent over and kneeling on hands and knees, tried to keep her butt relaxed as the bully fucked her doggy-style with his massively thick rod. She'd only ever had toys this big, never an actual cock. Driving in and out of her, it kept stretching her intestines. Such an incredible sensation...! But what Susie really wanted was for Dedalos to dump his load deep into her, and make her as euphoric as the bloated cow still moaning and rubbing her distended tummy. Hopefully, her husband was working hard in his nut by now, to make sure that the goat would have her fresh batch of jizz in no time.
+
+The cheetah did keep his word – if only for a chance to escape and get his just reward, more than anything else. The batter-filled nut between Dedalos's legs, sagging above the mattress, lurched and jumped with his yelling squirms. To the bully's amusement, the attention made him feel more aroused and produce more seed in response. The alpaca decided to let him do as he pleased, since it was more a help than a hindrance.
+
+The feline fought with more strength and stamina than the mustelid, pushing his fingers and feet against the groaning folds in a futile effort. Or...almost futile. With one luckily-aimed punch, the cat's balled-up fist found the exit in that chaos, pushing back up the vas deferens towards freedom. The alpaca and the cheetah were equally surprised when the flesh gave way to him, but before his prey could make any headway, Dedalos grunted and clenched his nuts once more. In one motion, he was swallowed back with enough force to whirl him midst that mixture, and both preys were compressed against his loins once more.
+
+But with too much semen in his nut, the motion also squeezed some up the recently dilated duct, opening the floodgates to welcome another orgasm. His testicles ejected any seed and kept the husbands stuck inside, bringing an even more intense orgasm on the second time. Just as quickly as before, his jets shot up the veiny white member into his new mate, painting her digestive system in camelid cream. Like his enormous balls, Susie's belly began to sag and groan at the abrupt intrusion of an absurd amount of jizz. As he yelled his lungs out, Dedalos also took pleasure in imagining that the uncomfortably snug men may have also added some of their less virile sperm to the breaking dam.
+
+Before he was even done, the goat fell forward, having had enough of a fill and landing on her sloshing stomach. The bully's cock slipped out and, naturally curved upwards, shot the last couple of thick ropes into the air to stain the furniture and remaining occupants of the room. The intense stench of musk filled the room, and the nearly imperceptible aromas of the cheetah and the otter that entrenched it was a sign of his clear superiority above the cuckolds – although, from their muffled moans, the two nut-fillers appeared to have enjoyed it just as much as him.
+
+Dedalos sat back and spread his legs, admiring his handiwork on the large bed. The two beautiful full-figured women, even more curvaceous thanks to his seed in their bellies, making them both look pregnant. His large man-sized nuts, fully containing the sequestered cucks, who were writhing under his hands as he rubbed the distended skin. And his unnaturally engorged cock, splayed above his sack, taking up most of the space on the bed as it continued to leak cum from its slit. That enlargement cream truly was the stuff beyond his wildest dreams. His seven-foot member was still just as erect, eager for more fun as his cum deposits were getting refilled once more.
+
+But the alpaca was still panting from his two back-to-back orgasms, and so were the women. As soon as they'd recovered, he'd make sure to put the hyper member to good use again, and fill them up with even more of his husband-infused seed. And perhaps go at it for the full night, rutting until they were claimed by exhaustion...
+
+## The second day
+
+Dedalos didn't know how late it was in the day when he woke up.
+
+His body felt spent, lying down on the mattress as he faced the dried cum stains on the ceiling. His mind was hazy after a whole night of fucking, and even the light peering through the half-shut curtains wasn't enough to wake him up until now... Who knows how long it'd been. Someone's shoulders shuffled under his arm, and he looked over at the busty cow soundly asleep in his grasp. Rita reeked of his musk, and Dedalos could remember every nut into her from last night. Her belly had grown quite large, but if he wasn't mistaken by the dim light, it appeared that her other features had also fattened out a bit. Was it because of all of his seed...?
+
+Susie wasn't in bed with them, and he turned his head the other way. He saw the goat sitting on the room's armchair, fully dressed, her soft and large ass pushing against the armrests to barely fit on the stained cushion. While rubbing her pregnant-looking belly with one hand, she checked her phone on the other, not noticing that he was awake.
+
+"Morning, Susie." He grumbled tiredly.
+
+Her eyes met his gaze at his greeting. "...Good afternoon. It's past 1PM."
+
+"Really...? Well, shit! We really fucked until we passed out, huh?" The goat was quietly scrolling through her smartphone, not replying. "Umm, are you mad at me or something...?"
+
+"Huh?" She lowered her phone and smiled. "Oh no, not at all! That was the best fuck I've ever had by far! It's just that...er..."
+
+She pointed at his loins, and the alpaca looked down.
+
+His balls were still a pair of massive white orbs taking up a lot of space on the bed. Although they seemed rounder compared to last night, with some added cushion, and the bulges from within were less defined as a result. However, the idle squirms of the confined prey indicated that they were both still fine, even if they trapped inside.
+
+What Susie had called his attention to – he realized – was his flaccid cock. The very same reason why they seemed to be trapped. It had shrunk back to its usual size, and even still being longer and thicker than most other men's, it wasn't anywhere near the incredible seven-foot length from last night. His tip barely reached beyond the circumference of his nuts!
+
+"So...they're stuck in me, now?" Dedalos chuckled at the amusing conundrum. "Well, it's no big deal. I can probably bring them back if you give me some more of that enlargement cream–"
+
+"That's the thing: there isn't any more cream." Susie said bluntly. "Me and Rita used everything we had. And I've checked online for more, but they're out of stock."
+
+Dedalos looked back at his balls and instinctively flexed, feeling his walls gently pressing down on the two males and sloshing with new seed. He couldn't shake off that feeling from last night that they were more than fine, so the alpaca wasn't too worried. At the very least, they should be safe within him.
+
+The goat continued to speak calmly, apparently having arrived at the same conclusion that her husband would be fine. "Well, I've already used your shower, but you and Rita should do the same. There's a high school reunion we should get back to, after all. If you're fast, we might still be able to grab lunch."
+
+The bully raised an eyebrow. "Me, get back? Like this?"
+
+"What? Both of them were eager to remake acquaintances with their classmates this week, but you saw how shy they are." She snickered. "Well, apart from last night; usually, they're shy. But I'm sure they'll be glad to have you to break the ice.~"
+
+He smiled at her idea. Dedalos was no stranger to turning heads when he entered a room, and these large nuts would certainly catch a lot of attention. The white alpaca wasn't sure if he had any pants big enough to cover himself, but he reckoned that he'd figure something out.
+
+The cow next to him yawned, and rolled over away from his arm as she began to wake up. The bully got up from the bed, letting his sack flop out from the mattress and sway above the ground, bobbing between his legs and jostling the two occupants. Both the otter and the cheetah started to mumble within, startled by the sudden movement... Dedalos would have to get used to the weight of his sagging nuts, and to being more mindful of his tenants' comfort. Still, the way they squirmed felt so good that it was making him hard again.
+
+"Good morning, you two." He rubbed the lumps on his sack, inevitably taking the two husbands with him as he headed to the suite's shower. The alpaca opened the water valve and, with some difficulty fitting his new endowment into the stall, stepped under the warm shower, rinsing the sexual fluids from his white fur before rubbing some soap on himself.
+
+As his occupants continued to push out and excite him, Dedalos got fully erect. But he was surprised to see that his cock had actually grown about a foot, and was likely just above 40 inches now. It was definitely smaller than yesterday, but he could only wonder if this had been another side-effect of the cream.
+
+Looking underneath the base, he was surprised to see some markings on his white fur that weren't there before, and which the suds couldn't wash away. They were two, each atop one of his balls. The first looked like light-gray stripes, and was almost unnoticeable...but the other was very clearly a cluster of cheetah-like spots. Dedalos wondered if letting the men stay in their balls for so long was causing him to take in their traits. And perhaps, his increase in size was due to their forced sleepover, and not a long-term effect of the cream.
+
+Suddenly, he felt less concerned about letting them go, at least for now. He was intrigued to see how things would turn out...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Not long after, the trio made their way back to the convention hall, with the tall alpaca leading the way. While Dedalos showered, the goat had explained to Rita the circumstances regarding her husband, but the curvy cow wasn't worried – in fact, she was giddy with excitement as she followed him. He wore a different set of top and leather jacket today, but with the impossible task of finding any pants that could serve him, the only way to cover most of his legs was to wear knee-high black socks. As for his naughty bits, there was no choice but to expose them... But the bully took it in stride.
+
+A significant amount of eyes and whispers followed them along the way, and despite his overall confidence, Dedalos was a bit self-conscious about walking around with an exposed butt. Thankfully, as he strutted to the high school reunion, that wasn't the pair of round mounds that would call everyone's attention... His nuts weren't -completely- exposed, he reasoned. Along with the tag with his name on his neck, he'd wrapped two more on each nut. They read "Gabriel" and "Nigel", and Dedalos had found them among the husbands' discarded clothes. He had placed each nametag on a different ball, but he wasn't sure who was the otter and who was the cheetah – although, in truth, he didn't really care for the distinction. Their role as ball filling was the same, in the end.
+
+Every step caused his sagging testicles to jostle, moving the occupants and shifting their imprints. The cheetah was the less energetic, more obedient of the two. Trapped inside of the seminal folds, he paid attention to his surroundings, studying everything. Apart from the otter's near-constant muffled yelling, the feline still had a pretty good idea of what was going on outside. Most importantly, the circumstances of being unable to escape for now, which they'd mentioned a few times in earshot. The alpaca's subjugating heartbeat or the constant and invasive embrace of cream-like cum didn't help much, but spending several hours with both had gotten him used to them, much as he'd hate to admit. Curling up like this wasn't even that uncomfortable anymore, thanks to the massaging walls and fluids easing up his skin and muscles. Though the bully's unrelenting musk did keep him in a semi-permanent state of arousal. The walls milked an orgasm out of him whenever they clenched tightly, which did make it harder to focus on hatching an escape plan...
+
+Dedalos had already expected to be stopped by oglers after they'd reached the main hall on their way to the restaurant. But not immediately.
+
+"Whoa, Dedalos!" A feminine poodle stopped him right at the entrance, noticing the tags and bulges between his legs. "Don't tell me you're actually smuggling someone in your balls!"
+
+"I-I am... Hah hah..." He scratched his neck, taken aback both at her forwardness and at how he couldn't remember her at all. But she definitely recognized him. It didn't help that she hadn't brought her own nametag.
+
+"Never took our high school bully for someone who was into cock vore!" She got closer as she looked down, not even pretending to be disinterested in his squirming balls. "Hmm... Wait, is it really Gabe and Nigel in there? Those two nerds?"
+
+His white nuts started to bulge out, as his captives seemed to struggle and grunt in reaction to their names. The alpaca let them make themselves known as they 'greeted' their former classmate, then forced a contraction to squeeze the fight out of them. His balls pulled inward and up, temporarily obscuring the new markings on the top against his groins, then relaxed and sagged down as the two cucks had given up on causing a ruckus. Consequently, a bit of pre started to leak from his half-erect member.
+
+"Yeah! It's a long story..."
+
+The poodle had her eyes wide, as did a few other observers around them. She spoke, mesmerized. "Wow...that's– H-Hold on, aren't those two married...?"
+
+"Yep, to me and Susie!" Rita chimed in, wrapping her arms around Dedalos as she announced it. "But we're both fine with this. And so are they, I'm sure. At least, they've never complained. Right, babe?"
+
+"Let me OUT!!" The otter shouted once more, knowing it would be futile. He could hear everyone speak so clearly, yet every chance he had at screaming fell on deaf ears. At first, he thought the trio might have been willfully ignoring him, but with more people around, he was certain that his every word was too muffled to be made out. It certainly didn't motivate him to fight his surroundings when, each time he opened his mouth, more fresh jizz would flood down his throat. He could do without that unwanted tangy and salty flavor assaulting his taste buds every time. But being so thoroughly steeped in it, he had no choice. At the very least, it seemed that he was able to subsist solely on its nutrients in the otherwise inhospitable chamber, so he wasn't at any risk – but if that was actually the case, the implications were dire for him and the cheetah...
+
+He heard laughter outside. It seemed that the subject had changed as he'd been lamenting his happenstance.
+
+"Oh, really? It just swallowed them down?" The poodle asked with vested interest.
+
+"Yeah!" Dedalos spoke more confidently now. "I'm sure the cream helped, too. At least, this way, they managed to get in on the fun! You know, I never thought of myself as much of an 'aftercare' kind of guy, but I imagine that my balls are the biggest hospitality I can offer, right?"
+
+His nuts churned audibly over their chuckles, further working on making their stuffing submit more. It was very subtle, but the alpaca felt his new striped and spotted patterns, and his cock, both grow. He wasn't sure if anyone else watching him had caught on to the changes.
+
+A male bunny, too shy to approach until now, brought his floppy ears and burning cheeks closer to the sagging balls. His entire face seemed to turn red at the musky aroma being so close to him. "W-W-Why didn't you cover y-your balls...?"
+
+"Well, my clothes don't fit anymore, now that these two dorks decided to move in."
+
+Everyone around him chuckled at his explanation, but the rabbit winced a bit. Especially at the word 'dorks', so the alpaca might've touched a nerve. Maybe he knew them, or maybe the lagomorph was also someone that Dedalos used to bully in high school... Or perhaps, both?
+
+"Let me guess... You wanted to 'catch up' with your old pals, right?"
+
+If the rabbit had an extremely embarrassed look so far, Dedalos felt that he might have started hyperventilating, if his distressed expression was any indication.
+
+"W-W-Well I-I-I uhhh... I d-d-d–" He froze and stuttered his fumbling words.
+
+"Don't worry, go ahead and feel them." He roared, making it sound more like a command than an invitation. "I don't bite."
+
+The bunny placed his two hands on one of those taut balls, and felt for himself the skin deforming over a 'dork' trapped inside. There were a few more 'hmmphs' echoing inside in response, which the lagomorph replied with dumbfounded grunts of his own. The jealous bulge manifesting in his pants told Dedalos everything that he needed to know. He'd never gotten this kind of admiration back in the day, when he was everyone's enemy at school. Now, he really enjoyed the change of pace.
+
+It wasn't just the rabbit that wanted to touch his sack out of the crowd, but the others didn't wait for an invitation. A few more pairs of hands joined around his prizes, taking to themselves the task of massaging the two males, that had previously been relegated to the walls of his testicles. Even Rita was happy to lend a hand or two, joining the small group clumped around the eye-catching alpaca. But he noticed that the goat accompanying them was nowhere to be found.
+
+"Hey, Rita." He called to the cow. "Have you seen Susie?"
+
+"Yep! She went somewhere to buy lunch. She figured you'd be too busy with people to go anywhere, so she's grabbing us something, too."
+
+Her own stomach grumbled, as did Dedalos's nuts. All that attention not only made his cock erect at over three feet, it was also causing his scrotum to balloon with new seed, getting rounder and sloshier around the solid masses within. His tenants reacted at the building pressure, only compounding the build-up with their stirring within. As he was filled with fresh jizz, however, so was his head filled with an idea.
+
+He moved his arms around him, politely shooing the gropers. "S-Sorry, everyone, I need to go somewhere, and then we can continue with this." He looked at the hourglass-bodied bovine, and grabbed her hand. "But you're coming with me."
+
+With his balls sagging even lower than before, Dedalos took Rita through the crowd, looking for a secluded place. He had enjoyed all of the lewd care, as he'd started to become the reunion's main attraction, but for what he had in mind, the cow might've preferred a private session... At the very least, the lustful look on her face told him that she wouldn't mind some alone time with the bully. Well, he remarked, 'alone' if he discounted the two unwitting participants.
+
+There was a slightly ajar entrance in one of the back corridors, which appeared to be a small broom closet. Perfect. Dedalos lowered his head as he passed through the frame, then shut the door behind them. The alpaca only had time to flick the light on, and Rita already had her tongue lapping at his glans enveloped with pre. It seemed that she'd had the same idea as him, and he affectionately brought a hand behind her head.
+
+"Good girl.~"
+
+He continued to stroke the cow's mottled fur and huff as she let more of Dedalos's impressive member enter her jaws, her kiss slowly traveling down his length. Simultaneously, Rita would knead his musk boulders possessively; both of them were all for herself. Unlike when he'd had the enlargement cream, the alpaca's girth was currently at a very manageable size for her mouth. Although nothing would ever compare to the battering ram thrusting into her like last night – its massive load still making her belly pretty pudgy. Even with the weight she'd gained from the nutritious man-milk, she was hungry for more. More of his seed, of course, but also more moments with the bully, in order to become his object of desire, as her husband was relegated to serving him with his whole existence...
+
+It was more than enough motivation to overcome any gag reflex, as she greedily slurped more of his shaft into her throat. Dedalos could see the bulge deep in her neck under the incandescent light of the closet, but another surge from his balls caused his cock to grow even more, milking his prey of their size through some sort of absorption. The alpaca was already pretty pent-up, but feeling her warm tunnel get comparatively tighter, he reached a breaking point.
+
+His nuts worked his hot, thick cream up his ducts and straight into her throat, flowing into her stomach in seemingly unending spurts. There was no way that his borrowed testicle fillers could push back out that way; instead, they felt their world collapse back down on them, once more causing them to moan in pure submissive bliss.
+
+With so much cum to be released through such a narrow exit, the alpaca must have been climaxing for a couple of minutes until he was done. Most of his seed supply had left his juicy nuts, leaving some to still envelop yesterday's cock meals, while the rest was gurgled away in Rita's very plump stomach, before she had even fully processed last night's meal.
+
+She relaxed and removed her jaws around his rod, letting it slip out as it got flaccid. Saliva clung to the bits that had been enclosed within her, and her tongue gave a few sloppy laps at his tip to wipe off any lone white globs. Even after being so thoroughly filled, she couldn't get enough of the bully or the whole situation. This week was well turning into an actualized fantasy.
+
+Rita smacked her lips as she read her husband's nametag on one of his balls. "Y'know, it's kind of weird. I've never done this with someone like you, but it almost...felt familiar."
+
+"Familiar?" Dedalos asked. "Like, the taste?"
+
+The supple-bodied cow paused to think. She patted her wonderfully filled belly, causing it to slosh. "Maybe? Almost as if...there's just a hint of him in there."
+
+"Not that surprising. I can feel them both cumming in there every now and then. It might be mixed in there."
+
+Cumming every now and then, huh... She tenderly rubbed her arms over both of his taut nuts, unsure if Nigel's nametag was over the correct one, and not remembering which one he'd entered last night. Wherever he was, she couldn't imagine how much he must've been enjoying himself. The testicles churned lightly, and the occupants could be heard grunting after their own orgasms. It was impossible to miss the stripes and spots on the top of his sack that'd crept up his groin – a clear sign that Dedalos's body was claiming them.
+
+"It's not just the taste. It's like...déjà vu. Us, being a couple. As if it was always like this, or supposed to be like this."
+
+"I hope I've been better than your husband at sex, at least." He joked, being loud so that his words would reach more than just Rita's pair of ears.
+
+The sensually curvy cow stood up, scooting closer as her tibiae pushed against his smooth white orbs. "Soooo much better."
+
+Rita smiled, and he returned the gesture by smirking and approaching her face.
+
+"I wouldn't mind tasting some of your husband's cheetah cum myself."
+
+She took the alpaca's invitation to kiss immediately. Her lips met his, as his neck craned down; then, his tongue met hers, with the weight of her knees shifting to his scrotum. The renewed struggling from the shoved occupants almost made Rita lose her grounding, but one ball-flex to quell them brought the cow closer to his face. Dedalos's muscle had found the milky stains in her mouth, but it had been more interested in pressing against her own tongue, exchanging fluids and breaths to let her know that he was in charge.
+
+Until she lightly pushed his shoulders away.
+
+"My husband was– is the otter. Not the cheetah."
+
+The bovine gazed into his eyes as she corrected him. Though Rita didn't seem angry at his mistake – she knew that this fact made little difference to him, and in truth, that apathy towards her husband-turned-nut filler only made her more aroused. However, Dedalos found it hard to read her expression in that poor lighting, unsure if Rita would leap at a second round with him, but his aching stomach grumbled to announce that it had other plans.
+
+"We should get back to Susie and the others." The alpaca explained. "We skipped lunch, and now I'm starving."
+
+The cow patted her belly as it gurgled over the musky cream that it was breaking down. "You can have mine, too. I've already had plenty to eat."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Throughout the day, Dedalos would start to get used to the lewd attention. Thankfully, for most people, that attention never went farther than hands, arms, or faces smooshing themselves against his nuts, which still got his cock hard and his reserves refilled. The only exceptions were, of course, Susie and Rita. He'd find new excuses to take them into private places and relieve some of the 'pressure'.
+
+Thanks to the otter and cheetah, he was making more jizz faster than their wives' body could metabolize it. By rutting them several times, they'd started to look more and more pregnant with alpaca cum. Even their bellybuttons were popped out. Whatever did get absorbed made their features plumpier over time – and hotter, in turn. They wondered just how corpulent they'd look by the end of the event, thanks to him and the two cuckolds.
+
+Nigel and Gabe, however, weren't too pleased about the arrangement. Not only were they subject to the constant harassment of the folded walls and tangy spunk, but they had no way to voice their concerns. Plus, from the teasing of their wives and others that they could make out, it seemed that everyone thought that they'd been trapped in here out of their own volition, just so the bully could use them to have fun with the goat and the cow. It was devastatingly humiliating, but not as much as when Dedalos -actually- was fucking them multiple times in a day, and they were forced to witness it.
+
+And, just like the curvy ruminants had grown to live off the alpaca's bountiful cream fountain for every meal, the two men had been forced to survive in it. His fresh jizz was all that they could subside on. As it provided them air and nutrition, it also milked them of their traits and cum whenever another spike hit Dedalos and cupped his hostages tightly. Soon, it didn't even few painful at all when the walls collapsed, leaving only the orgasmic sensation.
+
+The second night of ménage in room 77 wasn't as bombastic as the first. Although the cock enlargement cream was sorely missed, this detail didn't stop them from trying all sorts of things, advancing deep past dusk. His cock had grown at least three more inches in length, but that did not intimidate Susie, who'd finally demonstrate her oral skills to Dedalos. He was surprised that she could take almost the whole thing, and use not only her lips and tongue and throat, but even her teeth, to find his weak spots, making him tremble and forfeit his seed suffused with the husbands' own.
+
+Even after filling her beyond normal, the goat still wanted a turn or two, waiting for his juicy reserves to refill. Over the next hour, even while his cock grew a bit more with further jolts squeezing the two smaller males, she never gave up that prized white shaft in her throat. Rita, however, was happy to wait her turn, tending to Dedalos's needs by bringing him dinner and feeding him, as well as helping to massage his jizz factories. The delay would be worth it; the more aroused she was, the wetter she'd be to let him fill her.
+
+They were all too enamored to this situation to even care about the two husbands anymore.
+
+## The third day
+
+The next day, the three all awoke energized. Dedalos noticed that the otter's light-gray stripes, and the cheetah's dark spots, had begun to spread to his back and abs, respectively, but there was more that he'd begun to steal other than patterns and cock size. His tail had started to grow pointier, elongating a bit not unlike a mustelid's; and although he wasn't scrawny before by any means, his muscles started to bulk, making him look more athletic. His orbs, too, seemed a bit more taut and smoother, and even though he could tell that his occupants were awake and struggling once more, they were more a bit more docile and weaker than yesterday. In fact, having woken up so full of steam, Dedalos wondered if he had borrowed some of their energy...
+
+Once more, last day's events repeated themselves almost like routine. Even as the intended activities of the event went on – some sort of talent show, or whatever Dedalos heard from passersby –, he wasn't surprised to be met by a crowd once more in the main conference hall. But he was a lot more eager to speak with his former classmates, and even let more people 'catch up' with his nut fillers. Before this high school reunion, the bully doubted that these two dorks were popular like this, so really, he was doing them a favor. Although the two would still get too 'euphoric' at times, no doubt from all the attention... It was nothing that a few more reassuring flexes to massage them down wouldn't solve.
+
+His horny escapades from the assembly, to blow off more than just steam with either sensuous woman – or, one time, both –, were still his favorite parts of the day.
+
+Their third night was a break from the last two's more private ambiance. Susie, Dedalos, and Rita had joined the caravans to a popular nightclub in town. The venue's lights, designed to give party-goers a bit more privacy, did little to avert attention from the tall, well-endowed, semi-naked alpaca, who was flaunting his enormous sagging balls. But he didn't mind, as he'd been enjoying the spotlight more than he'd expect. As things went on, the trio would only remember the night as a fun-laden blur. A nondescript mixture of booze, gazes, music, groping, dancing, and not a small amount of very public and very hot obscenities...
+
+...
+
+## The fourth day
+
+When Dedalos awoke the next morning, somehow finding himself back at room 77, holding even more voluptuous versions of the cow and the goat on each arm, and handling an insufferable hangover draining his comfort and awareness, the first thing that he did was look down at his nuts.
+
+What caught his attention wasn't his erect four-foot dick, or how spherical and firm his balls felt, or how much the markings had spread further, or even that the pair of nametags had been lost. It was the pattern of huge lipstick marks covering his otherwise white skin. One was reddish, and the other, purplish, matching what the two women in his bed had worn last night. He could only wonder what exactly had happened after losing memory of the nightclub...
+
+...Actually, on closer inspection, the alpaca noticed that one of the red marks was a slightly different hue and size. From an anonymous admirer, perhaps? Somehow, that didn't surprise him. As he got up and headed to his shower, still plagued by a bit of a headache, he made a mental note to be careful when washing himself to not rinse off any of these tokens, preserving them as souvenirs for all to see.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+As his balls jostled once more with the dawn of a new day, things were quite calm inside of his testicles, even if Dedalos himself hadn't noticed any big changes. Over 48 hours inside had crumbled most of the resistance that the two husbands still offered, physically or mentally. Despite the nutritious semen keeping them well-cared and intact, their bodies still felt compelled to reduce their energy, letting the alpaca sap it for himself. The fluid intruding their orifices, covering their bodies inside and out, flooding their mouths with a salty and tangy flavor, no longer seemed to bother neither the otter nor the cheetah – it felt invasive but soothing, stubborn but welcoming.
+
+Even the alpaca's heartbeat around them had snuck into their very beings. It was subtle, but Gabe's and Nigel's own hearts were eventually subjected to Dedalos's. Not just the sound dominating their eardrums incessantly, but the pumping rhythms were in sync, too. As it raced from excitement or arousal, so did theirs – and in turn, the cucks also got aroused when he was aroused. Every single orgasm from the bully felt oppressive; and every single time, they were forced into one of their own, in turn. Each spurt of alpaca seed contained theirs, being stolen just as much as their stripes and spots. Any initial discomfort had been dulled, dissipating after the combination of massages and a hot spring sauna continued to groom them into becoming part of the alpaca.
+
+And they still heard the voices outside. Of their host, bragging about his new endowment. Of their wives, announcing the new curves that Dedalos had given them. Of others, wondering if the trapped men would've wanted to see how the three of them looked now. Of course they wanted to see, and the seductive thought of escaping only made them writhe madly. But any pleas to the outside world were continually misconstrued, cutting off any sliver of hope.
+
+Still, much as the one-way communication teased the otter and the cheetah, the more they learned how their forced retreat made them bigger and sexier, the more the alpaca's prey felt reassured. Almost if this arrangement was how things were meant to be. Were their heads finally betraying them...?
+
+## The fifth day
+
+On the fifth day, as Dedalos participated in the schoolbook photo recreation – making sure that both the otter and the cheetah would participate as pictures of his sack got snapped, of course –, he was a bit concerned that the captives in his almost round balls were barely moving. Maybe they were sick? They hardly struggled or grunted anymore. His cock would continue to grow thicker in jolts of pleasure emanating from his balls, and every bob and flex of his nuts would still cause them to ejaculate onto the mixture holding them and moan.
+
+At one point, he 'sneaked out' of the photo event, as best as such an eye-catching alpaca could, and rushed alone to room 77, leaving a trail of pre as his cock drooled along the ground. He entered the bathroom and felt up his sagging spheres covered in stripes, spots, and lipstick marks. With so much cushion apparently added to the walls of his testicles, he had to push hard into them to perceive the two masses. The foreign objects were quite solid within, but floated in the jizz that had accumulated over the last few hours, after he'd fed Rita's snatch with his previous load. After everything that'd happened, they couldn't have drowned in it, right...?
+
+"Are you two alright in there? Show me a sign if you are."
+
+His question was almost immediately answered as the cucks burned through what little energy they'd conserved for themselves. Their hands, legs, and faces rubbed against the walls incessantly. But the bully could tell that they weren't struggling. They were kneading the folds and moaning. Inside of each gonad, the two smaller males reciprocated Dedalos's tender hospitality with affection of their own. Swimming in his jizz, which they now saw as delicious and nourishing... Pressing back on the churning walls that produced that amniotic ambrosia and soothing safety, not to mention the multiple orgasms as a reward for their newfound role... A role which they were now perfectly content on fulfilling.
+
+His thralls were causing a commotion, working him up as his heart beat faster and his cock reached nearly five feet in length. Dedalos was moaning in tandem with them. The rubbing took him by a storm, and having the two men willingly make themselves even more useful to him quickly brought him to the edge...! But he was alone in his room, and without Rita or Susie around, all of that musky batter eager to be expelled would go to waste...unless it was recycled.
+
+Without putting much thought, Dedalos opened his mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his girthy shaft. His penis wasn't as thick as it was in the first night, but with some effort and lubrication, a slender person – like the cheetah or the otter – might be able to slip in or out. Of course, that wasn't in his plans, so as he came, the bully made sure to clench his balls tightly to keep them trapped, letting only his juices flow up his length and down his throat. It was a shame that this load wouldn't make Rita's boobs sag even lower, or Susie's mounds grow even softer. Such naughty nut fillers that he had... Dedalos would make sure to clench his testicles even harder and more often today, to teach them both a lesson.
+
+At the very least, despite the sizable stream still dousing his stomach in whiteness, it did little to ruin the tall alpaca's athletic figure. Plus, with his metabolism having gotten so fast from essentially feeding three – no, five – different mouths, his body would quickly break it down into brand new sperm. As he let his drained cockhead slip out from his mouth, he gave a few clenches in succession to press down his thralls, eliciting a few more grunts before heading back out into public.
+
+## The sixth day
+
+"Ohhhhh, yessss~!!"
+
+Susie yelled to the man she was facing, her voice reverberating on the walls of the hotel room. This suite felt so small now...or perhaps she'd grown too big. It was the third time tonight that Dedalos's large member had been filling her. The bully had been saving up for this moment, instead of draining his nuts with his usual day escapades, given that this was a special occasion. It was the sixth – and final – night of the high school reunion. Tomorrow would be the last day of the event.
+
+The overfilled goat had already gotten so much of the warm, salty, almost thick mixture down her throat and up her guts. Once more, the alpaca's cock was bulging out of her red-furred belly, which had grown so supremely pregnant, much like Rita's. The exhausted cow was lying right next to them on the bed, after getting her own triple filling. Dedalos's penis wasn't as big as during the first night, but it was close...and given all that had happened between them this past week, and how much both women could now stretch around it, it felt even better tonight.
+
+She and Rita had gained so many pounds from his seed. And not just the large pregnancy-like spheres in their midriffs, almost comparable to his nuts... Not only had their existing curves gotten more voluptuous, but new plumpness had appeared on them, too. Susie's already big butt and thighs had gotten incredibly enormous, and her arms and legs had gotten so supple and soft. The cow, now passed out with her hands atop her round dome of a belly, had her hourglass figure even more reinforced, as her giant breasts and hips jutted out more with each passing day. And it was all thanks to his wonderful cream making them even juicier, produced in the balls containing the obedient tenants who used to be their husbands.
+
+"You're so fucking sexy." Dedalos would repeat every so often whenever they had sex, and this time was no exception.
+
+"I know.~"
+
+His entire cock had managed to fit into her impossibly-stretched vagina. A cylinder the same size of a full person, expanding her from his base and her vulva to his tip and the entrance of her womb. Not all changes from these last few days were external ones, as a matter of fact. Of course, Susie's entire body had gotten used to letting his whole manhood thrust into her mouth, or ass, or pussy. But more than that, her thoughts changed. Dedalos wasn't a one-time fling, or a feeder, or even a husband storage. Now he was, by every definition of the word, her mate. And Rita's mate, too.
+
+Obviously, the bully had drastic changes to his body and thoughts himself. His new appearance was entirely at the fault of the men he'd completely dominated. Their stripes and spots were essentially permanent features of his otherwise white fur, as were the muscular build and long tapered tail he'd been rewarded with. The two men's bodies belonged right where they were, perfectly in tune with his own body. His cock was about to explode one last time for tonight, and his thralls once again happily yielded their cum for him.
+
+With his cockhead lodged right on her cervical sphincter, the creamy torrent ballooned her uterus along with old seed that still hadn't been absorbed by her flesh. It was the sixth time he ejaculated tonight. But how many times had he filled either women in the last days...? Too many to count, without even considering the gap in his memory from the nightclub. Still, the results of their alpaca addiction were crystal clear on both women's full-figured bodies.
+
+As his spurts died down, Dedalos slipped himself out of her love tunnel, letting his cock finally rest after the feat that was tonight's orgy. She collapsed onto his chest, letting her giant sloshing red belly splay over his bulky spotted white abs. Her limbs were scattered around his body, and he moved one of his arms to hug around her, while the other held the blotched cow. Dedalos was nearly spent as well, even with the energy borrowed from his nut-feeds. Now, holding these two captivating women – which he'd helped make even more sensuous –, he realized that his euphoria extended far beyond what his orgasms had achieved.
+
+"I'm gonna keep them." Dedalos spoke softly, after catching his breath. "The otter and the cheetah. I–"
+
+"What? Did you decide it just now?" Susie interrupted him. "I thought we were pretty much in agreement about it. And I know Rita feels the same way. But..."
+
+"Hm?"
+
+"I guess that would make -you- our new husband. If you're replacing them permanently, that is."
+
+Their new husband...? It seemed that he would be assimilating far more than just their bodies, then. Their marriages... Hell, even their love. When Dedalos walked into the reunion days ago, he wasn't sure what to expect to get out of this. Susie and Rita, his wives... The bully chuckled – he didn't have to think twice.
+
+"Hah. I'd be more than happy to take over for them."
+
+They kissed passionately as he held her in his arm, even if there was no need to officiate their new status.
+
+The goat ended their loving touch early, as she remembered something.
+
+"Oh! I nearly forgot. Nigel was supposed to give a closing speech tomorrow, since he was our year's valedictorian. Dunno why, but that's how they wanted to reward the best student. And if you're taking his responsibilities, it's only fitting that you give the speech, too."
+
+Nigel... The name sounded familiar. Maybe it belonged to one of the guys trapped in his balls – although he didn't care enough to remember their names.
+
+"A speech?" Dedalos grumbled. "No way. I'm not a speech kind of guy."
+
+"Aw, c'mon! It'll be fun. Everybody here would love to hear you speak after this whole week. You're basically friends with the entire class at this point! I'm pretty sure they'd like to hear you speak more than Nigel."
+
+The alpaca turned his head away. "...Let me sleep on it."
+
+They both yawned from fatigue, having rut this late past midnight. Deciding to join Rita in her sleep, Dedalos flicked off the light switch near the bed, as Susie snuggled against his bulky body. He moved his arm back to hold her, reflecting on what she'd said. His new wife.
+
+"Say..." He asked softly as she closed her eyes. "After our first night, you said these two dorks were stuck in my nuts, since there wasn't any more cock enlargement cream in stock online. But...did you -really- check if it was sold out?"
+
+The curvy goat smiled. "Why would you think that I lied to you?~"
+
+## The seventh day
+
+Ben watched as another crowd formed to meet Dedalos and the two women accompanying him. The long-furred gray zorro scoffed. "Can you believe the balls of this guy, Burland? ...And I don't mean his actual balls."
+
+"Uh-huh." The scrawny raccoon next to him didn't take his eyes off his phone as he agreed.
+
+"And, like, look at that!" He pointed at the huge-lipped moose cow currently rubbing his nuts. "Sara is still crazy for that bully! Have I told you that I saw her kissing his balls at the nightclub?"
+
+"You did. Several times. Every day..."
+
+"Sounds like you're jealous, Ben." A whitetail doe, Burland's spouse, answered him.
+
+"Of course I'm jealous, Hora! She's my wife!" The false fox shrieked in anger. "Ugh... I wanna make him pay for it."
+
+The busty deer adjusted her glasses as she looked intensely at the alpaca. "You know that he's gonna give a speech later, right? At least, that's what Susie told me yesterday."
+
+Ben's reddening face contrasted with his gray fur. "...Why are you even telling me that?!"
+
+"Because! If you want to 'make him pay' or whatever, that could be your chance to humiliate him. You ever notice that he doesn't ever cum in public? Perhaps there's a reason for that..." Hora looked at the raccoon. "And Burly can help too, right honey?"
+
+"Uh-huh."
+
+The zorro grinned. As his high school bully flaunted the two men who'd willingly given themselves to him, and the wives he'd acquired in return, Ben finally had a chance to show everyone Dedalos for who he was...or something to that effect.
+
+The white-tail deer continued. "Actually, I might have a plan. We'll have to sneak into the room before anyone else. By the way, you two will have to drop your clothes."
+
+"...Why?"
+
+Hora winked. "You'll see."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Dedalos felt a bit nervous backstage, as he saw the crowd filling the seats. Thankfully, there was no one else around him to see his cold sweat. It was one thing to chat around casually with people he'd only seen ages ago, even if it was done nude and lewd... Another thing was making a closing speech to his entire class. It was too much responsibility. Thankfully, most people sitting down were those he'd met throughout the week, including his two new plump wives in the front row. Those who found the whole situation 'objectionable' probably weren't attending, anyway. That eased his mind a bit.
+
+He gave his firm balls a few flexes, eliciting some idle squirms from the two occupants. The alpaca could feel them, but with no discernible bulges, those gestures were only for him. Still, he gave them some resolute and affectionate pats.
+
+"Alright, you two." He whispered, knowing they'd listen. "Dunno if you're rubbing off your dorkiness or shyness on me as well. You better be on your best behavior when we're out there."
+
+The bully walked onstage, and every pair of eyes immediately turned to his tall, athletic figure, and the large pair of balls sagging underneath. He still showed up wearing a biker jacket over the bulk of his newly-added spots and stripes, though Dedalos wondered if he could get away with simply walking fully nude at this point. If he could display his whole improved body, perhaps nobody would pay attention to his cringey speech.
+
+But he already expected that most people who'd turned up here wouldn't, anyway.
+
+He made his way to the center of the stage, finding a wooden lectern with a blue velvety curtain underneath. The bully wasn't sure why it was there, since he didn't bring any notes, and there wasn't any microphone on the pedestal, but still decided to stand behind it. Thankfully for his audience, his enormous nuts still could be seen over the sides – just his flaccid cock, lying limply on top of his sack, was covered from view.
+
+"Hey." Dedalos greeted the crowd, before clearing his throat. "S-So, I know this was supposed to be a speech from our valedictorian and all, but he's...um...let's say, kinda busy as balls."
+
+Part of his audience laughed. It didn't seem that his nervousness was showing that much. He moved to the side of the lantern to give a better look of his swollen but inactive testicles.
+
+"So I'm gonna give the speech instead. I hope no one is too disappointed about that. Though I don't see a lot of frowns in the crowd... Don't worry about these two dorks. They're home."
+
+The bully clenches his balls tightly once more, to try and embarrass them in public. Of course, with how submissive they've been made, embarrassment as an emotion was way past them. Their roles as ball-feed had been completely assimilated.
+
+There were some surprised gasps from the crowd, either in response to the men's bulges slightly appearing as the dome collapsed on itself, or from the audible sloshing and churning of fresh seed filling the compartments. It seemed that he'd grabbed their attention.
+
+"To be real, I haven't really kept in touch with anyone from our year. Soon as I was out of school, I didn't want nothing to do with that place anymore. I almost flunked English, actually, so I didn't even think I would ever be giving a big speech like this."
+
+Dedalos was starting to feel good about this, getting some more positive reactions from the audience – it wasn't as bad as he'd thought. He decided to walk back to the lectern, leaning forward with his dick against the blue drapes.
+
+"Now, I know that I had a bad rep, back in the day. The bully. Messing up with the smaller students. These two would probably agree with that...if they could speak about it, of course." He smirked, not realizing that the velvet screen underneath him was shifting. "And...well, I'll admit it. Back then, to some people, I could be quite a pain in the d–"
+
+Suddenly, he felt a jolt coming below. But it wasn't because of the two cucks inside of him. He looked down, seeing that the blue curtain under the lectern has been raised above his bits. There was someone else down there...! And right now, he could feel them touching his–
+
+"–d-dick."
+
+Not any Manner of touch. It was wet and warm – definitely a blowjob. It wasn't Rita or Susie, as both women were smiling back at him from the crowd. Did one of them set him up for this...? From their looks, it didn't appear like either could tell that something was up. Perhaps, it was a very eager admirer, or a classmate playing a prank. The alpaca noted that they were small enough to fit in the tight gap underneath the lectern. If so, they might be in for a surprise once he was fully erect...
+
+Regardless, Dedalos thought that it'd be fun to let them keep pleasing him. Wearing his best poker face, he continued with his speech.
+
+"But this last week, I got to meet with so many great people from our year. Such great m-mo-mouths–"
+
+The mouth took a whole chunk of alpaca cock, but as it started to swell, his surprise partner gagged when it pushed an entire foot of length down their throat.
+
+"I-I mean, such great MOMENTS we shared and talked about. I k-know there was a lot of t-TONGUE–"
+
+Their tongue got stuck in his urethra for a moment, as they tried to manage the dick growing out of control inside their mouth.
+
+"–t-tongue-wagging about each other. Especially with me walking around half-naked, looking slightly different every day– Hf...! A-Anyway, my point is, it's been so much fun meeting everyone again. It really s-s–"
+
+The pressure around his cock was relieved with a loud 'pop'!
+
+"–sucked that I waited so many years to meet all of you again."
+
+Keeping a straight face and crisp words was getting harder, and the crowd murmured. Dedalos knew what that popping noise had been. Whoever was blowing him, unable to handle the growing girthy shaft, sloppily pushed it out of their mouth. It seemed that the bully had won this battle, after all.
+
+But things were far from over for the false fox underneath the lectern. Ben could only watch in silent terror as that white uncut cock expanded far beyond what was considered normal. The tip still glistened with the gray zorro's saliva, and it continued to gain in length and width, until reaching a small person's size. And it kept going well after 5 feet, with its gaping slit approaching his face. Ben tried to move out of its way, but stumbled against the lectern's wooden wall opposite the shaft. The false fox was trapped in front of that monstrous dick – and, staring down at the alpaca's large nuts and the ravenous meatus, he knew what was about to happen to him.
+
+"But now that I met you all again," Dedalos continued, unaware, "it's felt like a dream. Especially with Susie and Rita, my new wives. They really– SHOVED–!"
+
+A loud 'squelch!' could be heard from his cock.
+
+"...T-They really SHOWED me a completely n-n-new life and I– Ohhh fuck~..."
+
+He looked down, but his cock was still covered by the drapes. He pulled them aside to see gray fur with a big fluffy tail, and a smaller cock dangling between the legs. A fox, Dedalos assumed, though he didn't recognize that man. His head and half of his chest had been swallowed by his length by this point.
+
+That sensation, that hunger, was so familiar...! But this time, it wasn't a side-effect from some enlargement drug that was driving his dick to swallow a smaller man again. His -body- was craving it. Despite the fullness of his perfectly round balls, he wanted more. He needed more. And here, he had a third willing participant – at least, he thought he was willing. Willing enough to try and him please him, and achieving something far better now. If the fox didn't want this, well...maybe a week inside would also change his mind.
+
+His speech was now the least of his concerns, as he continued to hump against the lump traveling into his fully-erected six-foot shaft. Well, no one had come here to actually listen to his words, had they...? They'd come for a spectacle. And now, he could give them one.
+
+With a powerful swing, he thrust his giant glans upwards, and knocked over the whole lectern away from the stage! It crashed down on the ground as he flashed the crowd, revealing the intruder hidden from sight all along, partially sticking out from his cock. Precum continued to drool all over his fur, and the alpaca's head continued to swallow him, inch by inch. Even the struggles felt familiar. Dedalos could barely remember the otter's name or face, but he still recalled how good the sensation was. How lucky he was, getting to experience it once more...!
+
+The dormant cucks swimming in his thick batter were now moving again, as his mind raced in arousal. His crowd, too, was excited. Some like Susie had taken out their phones to memorialize their point of view, while others like Rita couldn't help it but touch themselves. Watching the bully's cock vore onstage, his audience had roused as well in many ways.
+
+Every heart throb rung in Dedalos's ears, much as it did around his new prey. His balls stirred, the previous captives being jostled in that musky mixture. It no longer had a creamy texture, it was almost as dense as jelly. Hopefully, it wouldn't be longer until a third man was drenched in this salty and tart gel.
+
+His naturally curved upwards shaft raised itself, lifting the lower half of the red fox a few feet off the ground for more eager slurps to bring him in, aided by gravity. His entire urethra pulsed not unlike peristalsis, transforming the canid into a white bulge on the underside of his cock, in full view for the audience underneath. Everyone in the crowd must have been jealous... Either of him, the smaller male, or the wives he wanted to rut again so badly.
+
+Most of the false fox had disappeared down his cock, including his tail, and his lubed-up calves tried to kick against the meatus clenching around them. The bully was confident that his shaft could gulp him without any help, and–
+
+"Hey, Dedalos." A feminine voice called out to him, belonging to a buxom deer with glasses. "Remember Burland?"
+
+The alpaca leaned closer to the mysterious woman outside of the stage, intentionally bringing his cock down close to her. "B-Burland? Hmm, not really. Is he the fox in my– m-MMPH...!"
+
+A sharp sensation hit him again. Something– No, someone was pushed into his cock once again. The whitetail was feeding him a fourth male!
+
+"Then you two better get reacquainted.~"
+
+Her teasing was followed by another shove, as this 'Burland' fellow's head was thrust inside. Ben had been completely sequestered into his shaft as his feet were pushed by the raccoon's face. However, Dedalos couldn't even see an inch of his new penis filler, thanks to his large cock obscuring anything other than the deer standing right in front of him, staring into his rod as she jammed her husband inside with determination.
+
+He was as greedy as Hora had hoped, and swallowed down the offering who uttered muffled complaints. The alpaca was worried that Ben alone would make his perfectly round testicles uneven again, so this was a perfect solution. Dedalos moaned, and his spheres wriggled and rumbled, hoping to replace the goopy jizz they'd been producing with the two masses intruding his body. The first one had already pushed through into one of the chambers, his body pressing against the otter within... Or was it the cheetah between these flapped walls...? No matter. They were all ball filling, is what they were. Their species, or their names, meant nothing to him.
+
+Those two bodies within the orb were pressed more and more against each other, both of their skins covered in jizz as much as fur. As Dedalos saw it, one squirmed softly in pleasure, and the other aggressively in spite of it. And he loved it all. The swallows continued to surge from his testicle in the same way they had a week ago, settling the gray zorro inside the ball and clearing the way for the raccoon.
+
+The busty deer hadn't stopped her feeding, and Burly continued his delightful struggles, repeating the trajectory of the fluffy canid that caused Dedalos's ball to sag even wider and lower than before. The only difference was the destination.
+
+Through it all, the bully had only been able to see the tip of a ringed tail before it was swallowed by his cockslit − the only image he'd ever have of the scrawny raccoon. Soon did his feet also disappear down the drooling pipe, sequestered into the tunnel of pink flesh. His journey would end in the stifling and torrid interior of a testicle, meeting his new and last roommate already settled inside.
+
+Hora massaged the bulges further along the white skin, speeding up the process. Dedalos wasn't sure how his previous tenants would feel about the new additions, but without any doubt, they'd both submit to his will. As they had before... As they were supposed to do.
+
+With the raccoon's skinny figure squirming into his vas deferens, the alpaca couldn't wait any longer. As much as his body wanted to release all of that goopy spunk, Dedalos had no intention of renouncing his prey. Forcing one powerful, final surge from his emptier ball, his urethra greedily pulled the rest of Burly's body in like a vacuum, dragging it into the clenching walls of his nut along with pre on the walls.
+
+Trembling with all of the pressure built up on both testicles, the alpaca felt that he could explode...and with a roar from his throat, he did, in a way.
+
+Dedalos shot all of that built-up jelly-like batter upwards, following the natural curve of his cock, showering it over his immediate vicinity, in what felt like a very familiar scene. Like the smell impregnating every corner of room 77, the bully's musk filled the air around the falling white globs. A seemingly endless stream of ropes painted his audience, which was itself a mixture of cheerfulness and shock. No one seemed too mad at him; in fact, through his moans, the alpaca saw more bodies shuffle towards the 'splash zone', including Rita, Susie, and that big-lipped moose girl from earlier.
+
+The white-tail deer, however, was too busy rubbing his glans, arcing his uncircumcised cock over her head to avoid getting dowsed by high-pressure jizz while still milking him. His captives, both old and new, were squeezed and forced into making a contribution to it, while letting go of their chambers' semi-fluid buffer so it could be enjoyed by others, before new fresh cum would arrive. Dedalos's orgasm was far longer than any other so far, and he nearly lost his breath from his lasting, bellowing outcry. All of the tension had been released, and the last thick white clods simply poured out onto the doe underneath him.
+
+He took deep breaths to avoid passing out from lack of oxygenation. In front of him, it was quite a scene. People laughing, lamenting their ruined clothes, undressing, tasting Dedalos's salty gift, fucking under the effects of his pheromone-like musk... He sat down, collapsing on top of his even more enormous nuts to stifle the wriggling, while using them as a makeshift seat. The luscious cow, curvy goat, and plump-lipped moose all approached him and the buxom deer, who was cleaning the cum stuck to her glasses. All of the girls had been claimed by so much of his white fluid.
+
+"F-Fuck..." Dedalos grunted with gritted teeth, keeping his post-rush amazement in check. "I ruined my speech...but that was fucking amazing!"
+
+"Oh, it was!" Rita exclaimed, licking her lips. "Definitely the best closing speech I've seen – and tasted!"
+
+The bully shifted on his striped and dotted white bean bags. "Pretty sure I was just spewing random stuff on stage... And I don't mean just cum."
+
+"Don't worry, sweetheart." Susie consoled him, pointing her phone's camera at Dedalos. "I don't think they really care about what you said out there. But they definitely won't forget how it ended!"
+
+"...What's the phone for?"
+
+"For posteriority. I figured you'd also wanna relive your speech all over again."
+
+The alpaca smirked as she tapped the 'stop recording' button. He would have kissed the plump-assed goat if he could reach her.
+
+"I'd fucking love to."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+The four women had wiped themselves on some towels that had been distributed among attendees. Like pretty much everyone there, they'd gone fully nude, after jizz had gotten on every inch of their clothes – except Dedalos, who was still wearing his leather jacket. The bully flexed his fuller nuts around the new bulges that appeared, eliciting some muffled grunts and forcing the skin to appear taut again when they sagged back down. The moose caressed his balls while leaving new lipstick marks from her fat lips.
+
+"So... Hora and Sara, right?" He pointed at the two girls as he confirmed their names. "And the two guys that went down my cock were your husbands?"
+
+"Yes." The busty deer adjusted her glasses, and the mute Sara nodded in agreement. "So now you're gonna assimilate their bodies into your balls...grow yourself...and absorb our marriages in turn."
+
+"Something like that. I wasn't planning on letting them go, anyway... They feel too nice in there." Another flex from his balls surged upwards, and a string of pre left his stretched cockslit. "So that was your plan, huh? To feed my cock, so you two can become my wives, too."
+
+"Y-Yes... I'm sorry for not sharing it with you." She looked at the goat. "When Susie spoke about what you three had going, I couldn't help but get jealous. We wanted in on the fun, right, Sara?"
+
+The moose didn't nod. Instead, she simply continued to rub his skin with her fingers, and smeared the big red marks she'd left with her lips.
+
+"Hey, I'm not mad. Honestly, this was probably the best thing that could ever have happened in this whole class reunion thing."
+
+He smiled at her, and so did Susie and Rita. Hora sighed in relief, as things had worked out perfectly.
+
+"But just so you know, I'm taking your ex-husband home. He feels far too good in my ball."
+
+Hora brought her hand to his smooth and stretched skin. "Yes, of course. You'll make better use of his body than him, I'm sure." She smiled deviously. "Think of it as a...farewell present.~"
+
+"But you're also my wife now. All four of you. You better stay in touch, and visit me at home when you're in town." Dedalos commanded. "And... Hora and Sara?"
+
+"Hmm?"
+
+"There's just one problem. You two don't look like my wives."
+
+"Don't look like...?"
+
+The whitetail turned at his hand gesture towards Rita and Susie, giving her an opportunity to take a better look at the two women he'd been with all week. Of course, they'd grown so much pudgier and curvier with his cum – Susie had explained it all to her earlier. Their wide and soft features, magnified thanks to him. And their spherical bellies, filled with seed, looking terribly pregnant.
+
+As Dedalos took a step, his sagging sack dragged on the ground, jostling and sloshing with the added weight of his new prey and fresh batter. The bully extended each hand to Sara and Hora.
+
+"I still have my room reservation for a few more hours, you know..."

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+title: Big Haul
+pubDate: 2023-11-20
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 9100
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal size difference unbirth, with semi-willing trans male anthro lemur pred, and unwilling cis male anthro sergal prey. Also includes gay sex with trans and cis characters, fatfur, daddy play, implied long-term endosoma, booze, and rudeness.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_16_big_haul.png
+description: |
+  Coming back empty-handed from his latest heist, a space pirate ends up getting his hands on an even better haul.
+tags: ['unbirth', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'trans male predator', 'male prey', 'semi-willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'size difference', 'long-term endo', 'gay sex', 'daddy play']
+---
+
+'RECALIBRATE PITCH. RECALIBRATE PITCH. RECALIBRATE ...'
+
+The warning flashed on the spaceship's equipment, with a synthetic voice repeating the pair of words over and over. This was an old model, so it didn't have those fancy standard auto-landing features. Which meant that landing on the pad took a lot longer, and burnt a lot more fuel.
+
+'... RECALIBRATE PITCH. RECALIBRATE–'
+
+"Shut t' fuck up, I gettit!"
+
+The ring-tailed lemur piloting the ship was too impatient and careless for this. His hand slapped over the screen to cover it, but the sound continue to come from the speaker underneath. The primate didn't have time for this, and he threw his steering wheel towards the landing pad.
+
+Unsurprisingly, the whole ship shook when it crashed, making a grating metal noise before everything halted. The lights on every panel turned off for a second, before the navigation systems rebooted.
+
+The tiny screen turned red again. 'STRUCTURAL DAMAGE DETECTED. UNABLE TO LIFT OFF. COMPROMISED COMPONENTS: LARBOARD LANDING GEAR, STARBOARD LANDING GEAR. CONSULT A MECHANICAL STATION NEAR YOU. STRUCTURAL DAMAGE DETECTED. UNABLE TO LIFT OFF–'
+
+The lemur pulled the key from the ship's ignition, and all the screens and meters turned black.
+
+"Piece'o shit."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+As he stepped out to the landing bay of the Renegade, many heads that had been staring at his awful parking job immediately turned away from him.
+
+"Keh," he scoffed to himself. "None looks my way when I do a fine job..."
+
+He scratched his crotch before manually slamming the ship's hatch shut. The lemur knew that he was eye-catching, but that didn't mean he liked the attention. He was large, both in height and weight. But he loved his own curves, big and plentiful, from thighs and belly up to the chest and arms. Giving them up would make him less sexier, although not everyone in the galaxy agreed with his definition of 'sexy'. The primate imagined that he was more vain about his appearance than most pirates.
+
+Not today, though. He couldn't care less if his thick ringed tail wasn't brushed or smelled weird. The lemur was in a doubly-terrible mood. First, because he'd botched his latest heist. Another easy mission turned messy again... And second – maybe the cause for the first reason –, he was in heat. A particularly awful one. He needed a mate, but he always flew solo.
+
+So he had a simple plan to deal with the second one. He beelined through the hyperspace, needy and half-drunk, to arrive at the Renegade. It was no surprise that he was too topsy-turvy to nail the landing and not break his ship. As he walked out and away from it, the plump primate didn't bother to look back at the damage.
+
+He rubbed his groins again. The expand-o-polymer pants fit him fine, but they felt even tighter than usual. He was just too horny for his own good...
+
+"E-Excuse me, miss!" A small rat, whose head only reached to his knees, called as he ran up to him. "Do you want me to fix up your ship? Ch-Cheapest rates in the Renegade...!"
+
+He leaned down to look at him.
+
+"T' only thing I need is booze. And don't touch my shit." He growled. "And you call me 'miss' again, I'll reach into yer t'roat, grab yer ass, and pullit out t'rough yer fucking mouth. Gettit?!"
+
+The rat squeaked in horror, and nearly scampered away on all fours. The lemur didn't have any patience for scalpers right now – much less for following the Renegade's official 'code of honor among thieves'. The only rule that he cared about was 'no guns', because that could actually get him in trouble in this place. The rest was just window dressing, to please a bunch of wimps who pretended to be pirates.
+
+He looked around, and a bunch of people – all smaller and younger than him – had been staring at the ring-tailed lemur, after hearing him spout his colorful profanities.
+
+"What'cher looking at?! T'is ain't t' fucking zoo!"
+
+He stormed off to the tavern, even more pissed off than before, and everyone was smart enough to step out of his way. This bunch of softies never heard a -real- insult in their lives before, the pirate thought. Contraband simply wasn't what it used to be...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+His heat only got worse the longer he stayed in the bar. Maybe it was the booze, which was way stronger than the cheap stuff he'd been carrying in his spaceship. Maybe it was all the laughing, coming from anywhere but the counter he was sitting by. Hard to believe that anyone would pass up on someone as charming as himself...
+
+But maybe, it could have also been the slow, cheesy, romantic tunes playing in the background.
+
+"Kehhh... Ay, Razor!" The lemur called to the smaller mule serving drinks. "Don'tcha have any better songs?"
+
+The bartender of the Renegade was one of the few people that he didn't lose his temper with. The mule had been working in this place for many years, always there to forcibly listen to the surly lemur's banter and not doing much in response apart from serving him drinks. In essence, Razor was the closest thing to a friend that Haul had.
+
+Instead of speaking up and inviting the ire of the ticked off pirate, the mule simply pointed to the source of that noise. The lemur's orange eyes followed the digit and saw a man standing by the jukebox.
+
+He was smaller than the lemur, but the pirate was almost twice the height of the average anthro, so that wasn't surprising. He immediately recognized his shape as a sergal, who weren't uncommon around these parts. With his white-and-blue fur, and spaceship crew overalls, he just looked like an ordinary maintenance guy. The lemur noticed an unsewn gap where the company logo should've been, which marked the sergal as being disowned from wherever he used to work.
+
+But the choice of song catalog seemed to tell a different story, and it piqued the pirate's interest. He jumped out of his stool and moved in an inebriated strut, displaying his juicy physique as he did his best to ignore the burning in his loins. The sergal never turned his way, and simply picked the next heart-tugging song he could find.
+
+"Ay, kid." The gruff lemur said in his best flirting voice. "Having a rough night?"
+
+"Wh–!" The soft-spoken sergal jumped once at the voice, and again at the sight. The chubby primate was very much on his beak-shaped face, taking up as much of his field of view as possible for his first impression. "Whoa, you're huge...! O-Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to offend."
+
+"Yer not wrong! If you were, I'd say to get'cher eyes checked."
+
+Now that he got a better look at him, the lemur could read his body language. He was the shy, goody-two-shoes type, much younger than him. In other words, the type coming in droves to the Renegade and ruining the place. Was he lost or something...? The pirate would normally have rejected the sergal out of hand, but his libido was getting too strong to care.
+
+The smaller guy was basically sweating and shaking, so the lemur got the conversation going. "Like what you see, kid?"
+
+"E-Erm, yes...– I mean, n-no–! Ohh, s-sorry, mister... I didn't mean to imply that I'm into... Or th-that I was thinking about anything that me and you could... Oh fuck I'm making it worse–"
+
+The lemur chuckled, interrupting the sergal before he hyperventilated. "You got t' 'mister' part right, at least... Alright, I'll bite. What'cher name?"
+
+"Um... it's I-Isaac. Wh-What should I call you...?"
+
+"Haul."
+
+"Your name is H-Haul...?"
+
+"Is whattit says on my official papers." The lemur brought his thick arm around Isaac's shoulders, noticing that his large hand could cover almost all of the sergal's back. "Won'tcha sit with me and grab a drink, Isaac?"
+
+"O-Oh...but I d-don't have the credits, Mr. Haul."
+
+"You make yerself worth my time, and I'll put yer drink on my tab. And drop t' whole 'mister' title, or I'll–" Haul stopped himself, deciding that this was not the time nor the person to be angry at. "...Just droppit."
+
+Isaac simply squeaked in response when the lemur pulled him away from the jukebox. He had to keep up with the larger man's broad gait by walking faster than he was used to. Haul noticed the blush on the sergal's cheeks as the corner of his eyes watched his curvy thighs bounce with each step. It seemed like he agreed with Haul's definition of 'sexy'... Perfect, since he had a thing for little men, and Isaac was almost small enough to hide between the pirate's legs.
+
+The lemur plopped back on his seat, doing his best to display his fat butt under his pants to the potential mate. The sergal pretended not to look, but he was blushing even harder when he climbed onto a smaller and taller stool next to him.
+
+There were two drinks on the counter already, prepared after the mule had overheard the loud pirate by the jukebox. "Yer t' best, Razor!" Haul shouted as he raised his glass to him, then turned to Isaac. "Don't get jealous, kid. He's just an old's cool friend."
+
+"...Do you mean old-school?" The sergal raised his glass as well, and took a sip simultaneously with Haul. "Blech...! Why is this drink so...sweet?"
+
+"Hides t' alcohol, so you get to drink more offit." He couldn't help but notice Isaac's intense stare. "Why you giving me t'at look? It ain't poisoned...unless yer liver can't handle some booze."
+
+The sergal was reconsidering accepting a complete stranger's drink, but he had already taken a sip...so another one wouldn't hurt.
+
+"Attaboy! T'at'll get rid of yer lovesick worries in no time." Isaac raised a worried eyebrow as Haul appeared to read his mind. "Lemme guess. Break-up?"
+
+"H-How did you know...?!"
+
+"'Cause of yer atrocious taste in music. Supernovacore love ballads...really? Must be eit'er heartbroken or a psycho to like t'ose."
+
+Isaac sighed, putting the rim of the cup on his pointy, furry lip. "...I miss my girl. She's back home in Mikreeonon, but I can't see her anymore 'cause I was exiled. And I just got the divorce papers an hour ago."
+
+Haul thought that it was pretty stupid of him to just say that out loud. Maybe he was desperate for affection, or just lightweight when it came to alcohol. "Mikreeonon... Yeh, I remember one job t'ere. Whole planet is a spaceship factory."
+
+"Yeah. I am– ...I was a mechanic there. But I did something dumb, because I was told it would get me some easy credits."
+
+"Wait, don't sayit... Corporate espionage?" The big lemur could feel his crotch getting itchier.
+
+"...Corporate espionage. Have you been sent to spy on me or something?"
+
+The pirate chuckled with his other successful guess. "Seen plenty of yer type over t' years. Good kid needs some money fast, t'ey get conned into t'inking t'ey can steal secrets wit'out getting caught. T'en a whistle-blower or a bounty does t'em in. Usually both. T'en t'ey end up in t' Renegade out'o options."
+
+"...Fuck me." Isaac turned his cup and gulped almost half of his drink in one go.
+
+"So why you needed t' credits so bad?" Haul continued, seeing how far the ingenuous sergal would blather on.
+
+"We just – hic...! – had kids, me and my girl. Triplets."
+
+"Triplets? Damn! Yer seed's gotta be virile like a stud's. I'm gonna start calling you Lil' Papa."
+
+Isaac blushed, before he drunkenly reached for his PDA and flashed a holographic photo over the counter. The lemur examined the family portrait with five sergals.
+
+"Heh, I see yer girl is big and chubby too. Not as much as me!" He smooshed his belly to tease the inebriated ex-mechanic even more.
+
+"I-I may have a thing for big and...hic...! But I-I dunno, I just got the divorce papers, and maybe it isn't right to hook up with someone so soon...HIC–!"
+
+The lightweight sergal put his device back in his pocket, letting it hang half outside. One of Haul's hand reached towards his shoulder, hugging it as the other 'relieved' him of the PDA without giving him a whiff of suspicion. Better that he steals it before someone else does.
+
+"T'ink offit as a friendly date, not'ing more."
+
+"A-Alright... You DO seem friendly, Haul. Urp... Anyway, where are you from? You kinda remind of those primates from Earth, but waaay bigger. What are those called again...?"
+
+The ring-tailed lemur took a measured sip of his own drink. "...Yer not supposed to ask where I'm from."
+
+"Why not?!"
+
+"Is against t' code."
+
+"...I don't remember reading about that in the code."
+
+"Keh... In t' old code, t' REAL code. Back when being a pirate still meant somet'ing. Not t'is shit t'ey pulled off to please t' Federation and Duàn, and pretend t'at t' Renegade is a clean organization. Don't tell me you actually read t' whole fucking t'ing..."
+
+"I had to! Hic... I heard the stories about this place, and I had to – hic – learn my rights..."
+
+"Yer rights... Yeh, t'ose will definitely help." Haul replied sarcastically. "How long you been in here?"
+
+"One– ...No, two weeks."
+
+"And you survived t'is long among us while acting like a wimp?" The lemur stared at the mule bartender, who was pretending not to pay attention as always. "Shit, Razor... t'is place ain't t' same. Turning into a tourist attraction or some shit."
+
+Haul looked back at the ex-mechanic, whose upper body was now sprawled on the counter, with his empty cup knocked down.
+
+"Yer okay? T'at wasn't even one of t' heavy drinks."
+
+"Iiiii...ohhh..." The sergal's slurred speech was barely intelligible. "I'll have...notherrr..."
+
+"If you wanna drink yerself to death, yer paying for t' next one outta yer pocket."
+
+Isaac slowly unfurled back until he was begrudgingly slumped on his stool. "Heh...hic...I can see two hot Hauls now. Mm...maybe drinking myself to death doesn't sound so bad right now...but I don't have the credits. Not after paying alimony... Urp! 'Scuse me... It's so hot in here."
+
+The lemur was nearly grinding his thick thighs together, barely waiting to get out of here. "Yeh? T'en let's go somewhere more fresh and more private, Lil' Papa. Afore someone spots you and kidnaps you to sell as a slave."
+
+"...Whatttt?"
+
+Haul simply got up and practically yanked Isaac out of his seat, pulling him close so the sergal wouldn't trip and fall, and headed back to the loading bay. But not before the pirate turned his neck and smugly winked to Razor – who, as usual, didn't even look back at him.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+"WHOOOOA!" The sergal lit up and exclaimed when he saw Haul's spaceship, seemingly sobering up in the blink of an eye. "Is that a Centaurus Commander T-Series A-II Deluxe?!"
+
+The lemur simply shrugged. "Is just an old heap'o junk."
+
+"Not old, ancient! It even predates the first fleets from Duàn. You could sell this to a spaceship collector for a fortune–!"
+
+"Watch'er tongue when talking credits out loud! We're still in t' Renegade."
+
+The spaceship enthusiast was too overexcited to heed his advice. "You're a pirate, right? Who did you steal this from?"
+
+"I didn't stealit, I gottit from..." Haul paused for a moment. "...someone. But I'm not selling– ...OY! What'cher doing?!"
+
+"I'm just – hic! – checking it out...oh!" Isaac approached the bottom of the ship. His tenor voice suddenly went down a pitch and sounded professional. "Looks like your landos are busted. It won't be getting off the ground until you fix them. But they should be good to go if you replace the cables and solder it back up... How did you manage to break–"
+
+He turned around and bumped right into Haul, who had approached without him noticing. His long snout pushed directly against the lemur's crotch. He inadvertently nuzzled his face between Haul's expansive belly and his thighs, getting a whiff of the pheromones brewing inside of those pants. Isaac's sharp nose had easily plowed into the soft gap of the large pirate, deep enough that he could notice the lack of a junk in there.
+
+The sergal tried to pull himself away, but a large lemur hand held the back of his head fast in place. The sudden touch had caused Haul's heat to return in full force, and he instinctively grabbed the mechanic to ground his hips against his face.
+
+"Mm... T'at's t' spot... Right where I want you..."
+
+Isaac tried to shout out, but it was hard with the strong hand pinning his head to Haul's loins, which kept his jaws shut. There was plenty of space to wedge that pointy face right in the spot where Haul needed it. Isaac groaned and pushed his hands against the lemur's legs, his digits practically sinking into the expand-o-polymer pants and the yielding thighs underneath. He was far weaker than the lemur, and his short fur was forced to soak in the smell of Haul's pussy and sweat.
+
+"Mmf...! Mm nmm, mfghh!"
+
+The pirate was still hazy from lust. "Mm...? Somet'ing wrong?"
+
+When Haul released his grip, Isaac pushed back and stopped fighting, gasping for air after the tight squeeze.
+
+"Ack–! H-Haul...! Shouldn't we do this inside your ship, instead of in public?!"
+
+"Do what...? I t'ought yer not interested in a hookup." The lemur smirked. His black and white face was still burning hot from libido.
+
+"Yeah, w-well..."
+
+The sergal coyly looked down at his legs, and Haul followed his gaze. The full tent under his overalls was painfully apparent. The pirate's gut feeling hadn't been wrong earlier: Isaac was in desperate need of a mate, too.
+
+The lemur reached up to the hull and snuck his claws at the hermetic seal of the hatch, pulling down the ramp that served as the entrance. The large metal plate slammed onto the ground, and the sound it made scared Isaac even more than the security alarm blaring in the ship immediately afterwards.
+
+As the extreme noise called the attention of everyone in the landing bay, Haul casually reached for the ship's key in his pocket, killing the alarm with a press of the 'unlock' button.
+
+"Yeh, hatch's busted too." He said with his ears still ringing. "Whole t'ing's an ancient piece'o shit."
+
+Since his ship wasn't getting off the ground without some maintenance, Haul thought, maybe he could find some use for Isaac's skills as a mechanic. But right now, he needed his help with something more urgent...
+
+"Alright, Lil' Papa... Yer virile enough to give yer ex triplets, ay? So show this sexy lemur what'cher capable of!"
+
+"Wh-What...? Ack–!"
+
+The sergal didn't even have time to reply, that huge hand dragging him by his clothes into the ship.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Haul's chamber was tidier than Isaac had expected. The décor was pretty tasteful, and the controlled environment was way more amenable than the Renegade and its weird, pervasive stench. The luxurious private cabin was the hallmark of the Deluxe series of Centaurus ships, if he remembered correctly. There was a large bed taking up most of the space, big enough for the entire ring-tailed lemur to sprawl twice over it. But from the smaller sergal's perspective, it was simply massive...
+
+He quickly slipped out of his engineering overalls, revealing his fully naked self. Dark blue fur along the back and tail, white on the whole ventral side, and his pink cock was already fully erect outside of its sheath. It wasn't a modest size for his species, but given his hookup, it might not be big enough.
+
+"Oh fuck..." Isaac muttered under his breath. "I still can't believe I'm doing this."
+
+The sergal hiccuped, as if his body suddenly remembered the alcohol content of his bloodstream. The lemur walked past him, still fully dressed, flashing a grin to his girthy erection before he flopped with his back to the mattress, and his head on a pillow. Haul had to lift his neck to look over his non-insignificant gut and back at Isaac, who was blushing hard.
+
+Haul's fingers darted into his waistband. But instead of pulling his pants down, he started to remove his shirt. The expand-o-polymer fabric didn't compress his skin notably when he wore it, but Haul's gray furred gut still swayed when it was freed. Instead of a dome for a belly, his fat was more evenly distributed, and jutting out enough to give the gruff lemur a squishy appearance. To Isaac, the primate seemed like an even comfier mattress than the bed he was on – and he boldly decided to ascertain it for himself.
+
+While pulling his shirt over his head, Haul felt the weight of the smaller male climbing atop him, feeling the mechanic's hard shaft already rubbing against his belly. He tossed his first article of clothing to the side, trying his best not to do the same with his pants right away. The burning in his loins was getting awful, but it'd be worth it in the end if the both of them could hold out for as long as possible...
+
+"Hff..." Isaac grunted as he began grinding against the plump lemur's belly. "Y-You're so much thicker than her..."
+
+"T'an yer Mikreeononian ex? Don't worry. You'll forget her after a night with Daddy."
+
+The sergal's long snout turned red in an instant. "D-D-Daddy...?!"
+
+"Heh heh... Yer a Lil' Papa, but -I'm- yer Daddy~."
+
+Haul wrapped his heavy arms around him, pressing him against his gut. The sergal's breath was squeezed out of his lungs as a strident cry, muffled as the lemur's hand shoved his face against the silky tummy. It even forced a dribble of pre to escape from his penis and taint the pirate's dry fur. However, despite the constricting hug, Isaac wasn't struggling much.
+
+"T'at's a good Lil' Papa... Now get yerself between Daddy's legs and show me– ...OH, f-fuck...!"
+
+To his surprise, Isaac had opened his triangular jaws wide, squeezing one of the lemur's man-boobs between them, before making out with the areola. Haul usually wasn't one for breast play, since it didn't make him feel very much manly – but holy shit, could Isaac work wonders with that long tongue of his...! He threw his head back and stared at the ceiling, gasping as the smaller male suckled his dark-gray nipple wonderfully.
+
+"Mmmmf..." The sergal mumbled with a mouthful of chest, making out with the fatty mound and giving it soft nibbles. His hands gripped the blubber at his sides, clinging tightly to the lemur.
+
+"Hnngph... T-T'at's right, treat yer Daddy r-right~..."
+
+He caressed the sergal's back and tail with a single paw as his hookup kept licking his nipple thoroughly. Isaac continued to hump, rubbing the warmth of his dick against Haul's soft belly. The lemur started squeezing the insides of his thighs together, as his cravings got worse and worse. He wanted Isaac to keep going, but the fabric inside of his pants seemed to only get tighter and wetter...! He could only expend so much patience...
+
+"L-Lil' Papa... I n-need you down below..."
+
+Isaac gave one last lick to the breast with his long spiky tongue before spitting it out, letting it splat back to Haul's chest along with a coating of slobber.
+
+"Mm... yes, D-Daddy~..."
+
+The word still felt difficult to say out loud, and sounded silly as it came out of his mouth. The sergal released his grasp from Haul's belly and scuttled backwards, crawling down the gentle slope of the pudgy bed. He wasn't sure before, but the belly certainly was bigger than his whole body. Isaac's digitigrade paws found footing along the waistband of the bigger male's pants, at the same time that the lemur began to pull them down.
+
+Removing his pants felt like slowly removing an adhesive bandage, and almost as painful. Haul's raised head watched the strands of vaginal juices clinging to the fabric. His pants were all but ruined, and his heat wasn't bad – it was outright violent.
+
+When he finally pulled his pants down to his ankles, the sergal slipped and landed on the bed with his butt, leaving behind a streak of pre along his lower belly that had originated from that pink cock sticking out from his legs. As much as the lemur wanted to take him like this, he could feel his vaginal canal contracting too hard from neediness. Anything repeatedly piercing into him would be too much right now.
+
+"K-Kehh... Yer Daddy n-needs to be stretched with yer fist, first. N-Nice and slow..." His words felt almost too heavy to come out of his throat. This is what he'd been waiting for.
+
+The ex-mechanic nodded as Haul kicked his pants away from his ankles. Isaac placed a spread-out hand on one of the naked thighs, squeezing it with his palm and fingers for balance and sating his curiosity. He stared into the partially hidden folds between Haul's hips. The large, thin labia looked discreet, timid even, partially hidden under the short light-gray fluff. The large lemur slowly revealed more by spreading his legs. Isaac wondered if his hookup was trying to build up suspense or hesitating...
+
+He balled up his other hand as his Daddy had wanted him to, bringing it close to those lips that seemed to open on their own. The warmth and humidity were tangible before even pushing his fist in. He brought his white-furred knuckles to pink flesh, sinking them into a surface even softer than Haul's belly.
+
+The pirate moaned loudly at first contact, though it sounded closer to a bassy whimper. His walls contracted just at the partial touch of Isaac's fingers, nearly rejecting the penetration, despite all of the pent-up lust and stress that craved it. He saw that the sergal had a concerned look, worried that he may have hurt the primate, and unsure if he should pull out. Haul gritted his teeth and tried to relax his body.
+
+"Ghhhf... M-More! Daddy can h-handle... Kh–!"
+
+As Haul tried to keep most of his body still for further entry, Isaac watched the long and bushy tail flick in the air by the side of the bed. A good gauge of how sensitive the lemur was, twitching faster while Haul's moans got louder. The slick juices continued to smear his fist as it drilled deeper, filling the room with the unmistakable stench of sex. Isaac could feel more of Haul's warmth, finding it easy to spread the wide tunnel aside from the occasional contraction halting his progress.
+
+By the point his wrist vanished inside, the vaginal flesh had become more accepting. The only real obstacle coincided with his elbow slipping in with the rest, while his knuckles brushed against a shut valve within. The large lemur shivered around his arm, howling out of stinging pleasure as he was stretched all the way up to his cervix.
+
+"Mm–! Fuckkkk...! Ohh, I – mnf! – needed t'at..." Haul brought his large hand closer, and Isaac thought that it'd grab him by the nape yet again – but it rested over the lemur's crotch instead, digging into the top of the opening to rub his clitoris. "Hhhhhf...keeppit in for a bit, t'en pull out s-slow– ahh..."
+
+Isaac obeyed once again, savoring the slick texture of the smooth canal against his arm. The primate pleasured himself with more vigor when he started to pull out. His cock throbbed against the bedding as he heard the wet squelching that his fist was responsible for, more intoxicated by vaginal musk than his drink from earlier. Each tug forced a tiny squirt and a moan out of the lemur. The sergal couldn't wait to breed him – and as soon as his drenched fist slipped out, his hips practically launched against Haul's.
+
+"Hfff...D-D-Daddy~...!"
+
+His cock dove inside like a projectile, causing the tunnel to clench around his member. But the muscles were appropriately loose and lubed up, and in the very first thrust, the primate's slit fully swallowed the pink shaft to its hilt.
+
+Haul threw his arms and head back to his pillow in bliss. "Fuuuuck...! Y-You feel bigger t'an Razor... M-More, Lil' Papa~!"
+
+Despite being relatively small compared to the lemur's pussy, Isaac's cock seemed to reach deep into him, to the point where he felt short on breath and gasping for air. The member was even smaller than the fist that had just stretched him, but its warmth – combined with his ardent appetite for a good fucking – made him extremely sensitive. He could feel his walls shaking once the Mikreeononian pulled out almost entirely, before his sheath slammed back into his vulva with a loud 'plap!'. The member curved upwards to perfectly reach the G-spot with each thrust, causing Haul to release a flood of sexual juices between their hips.
+
+Isaac's view was replete with gray fur. He wrapped his arms around the bulky thighs as best as he could, and his snout pushed against the underside of the fat pirate's belly. With his own arm and crotch coated in Haul's fluids, the sergal rammed as deep as he could, putting his whole strength into each shove.
+
+Hooking up with a large and burly pirate right after getting divorced, engaging in kinky foreplay, and boning the primate into submission, was not how he'd expected his day to go. But right before he shot his load, Isaac realized how much he'd been pent-up for this, too.
+
+"Daddyyy–yaaAAAGHFHH...!!"
+
+His seed gushed out as deep as he could, painting Haul's insides with white not as much as the lemur had pelted him with squirts. The sergal roared more as he ejected rope after rope in his climax, temporarily eclipsing his partner's moans, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling.
+
+He'd given his 'Daddy' the virile seed that he'd been craving. Sadly, Isaac thought, he couldn't impregnate the mammal, being ovoviviparous himself; but he also knew that his future self, once sober from lust and booze, would appreciate not having any more children to support with his non-existent finances.
+
+Meanwhile, children were the furthest thing in Haul's mind as he felt the spunk warming him from inside. His walls continued to grip the sergal's shaft to milk it, and he loved the sensation of being rutted... However, despite his own more subdued orgasm, this just -wasn't- it. His heat was still a persistent annoyance, and that cock hadn't really scratched the newfound itch he'd been feeling for a while now. Haul was ready for round two, even though he suspected that Isaac wasn't.
+
+Sure enough, the sergal pulled his limp cock out, bringing some white and transparent juices as he unplugged the hole, and flipped down onto the bed with his belly facing up. He panted out of his pointy jaws, surrounded by plush thighs on the sides and gaping labia inches from his head.
+
+"Shit...I-I needed that. Although I don't really think c-calling you Daddy was appealing," he lied, "I'm still glad I could breed you... Hf..."
+
+"Mm, you definitely bred me good, Lil' Papa~." Haul pushed against his bed to sit up, ensuring the smaller male was still between his legs. "But yer Daddy is still needy... How about you give me more attention down t'ere? I know how yer tongue can do wonders~."
+
+Before Isaac could interject, Haul raised his hips, lifting his crotch above the sergal's head and shading it from the artificial yellow light. The pink, slightly pulsing flesh behind the vulva was so slick, a few drops of cum visible inside along the walls before the tunnel continued too deep and dark to look into. The lemur's request couldn't be more obvious, and he thought that obeying him again couldn't hurt. In fact, the thought of being used and forced to lick his own seed was bringing Isaac's own fire back to his crotch.
+
+"...Fuck it. B-Bring it, Daddy."
+
+"Good boy."
+
+The lemur leaned forward, bed creaking slightly as his weight shifted and his pussy landed right on top of the sergal's snout. Haul gasped as the furry face partially intruded his nethers, and then again when the pointy tongue escaped from the sharp maw to lap at his walls. More lubricating juices streamed from the canal, coating Isaac's head and forcing him to close his eyes as he savored the vagina's earthy and slightly salty aroma.
+
+The ex-mechanic had to admit that being claimed by the sexual juices of his bulky partner was a major turn-on. He closed his eyes, but the lemur's weight, size and position could be inferred just by how the those hips slowly gyrated against his snout, inviting that tongue deeper to warmer and more sensitive spots. That pointy snout just felt like the perfect shape to ride like a dildo, and that's exactly how Haul would treat it.
+
+Soon, the sergal's slimy tongue was brushing against the G-spot, just as his hard cock had moments ago. Haul moaned harder and more high-pitched, prompting Isaac to smack his tongue even faster at it, slurping down the secretions while also managing his breath in the stifling tunnel. The sergal was amazing at cunnilingus, just as the lemur had expected him to be.
+
+Haul was hardly having a bad time, if the involuntary reactions of his body and vocal chords were any indication. But he was not the Manner of man who contents himself with 'just good enough'. His ardent heat – his itch – was just sitting in there, unfulfilled. Deeper. A lust that he'd never felt this strongly before. Hopefully, the sergal would cooperate if he simply gave him a nudge...
+
+He moved his hips even further forward, consequently pressing himself down on the male's head. His lower lips spread around the muzzle, taking the whole maw in before squeezing the rest of his face. Haul could feel the sergal's sudden mumble of shock and confusion vibrating the sensitive wall, causing the lemur to quiver and squirt even more fluids down his neck. The pointy head was wider than the arm before, but his canal was loose and wide and lubed enough that he could likely fit even more than just Isaac's whole face. And he could feel that nose getting closer and closer to where he wanted it...
+
+But then, his small partner that he was riding as a toy started thrashing as if his life depended on it. His hands pushed against the lemur's thighs to try and free his head, and his digitigrade toes dug into the bed to also help leverage himself away from the prison. It actually surprised Haul to see how fiercely Isaac was fighting, and he was worried that he might have actually injured him. Not that it would stop him from having his fun, either way – but the slight tug in his otherwise callous heart decided to pity the unfortunate and obedient Mikreeononian just once.
+
+Haul slowly raised his groins, dragging the sergal's head with the clenched walls of his vagina, and forcing him to raise his neck. He strained to push, before the muscles finally relaxed and released him with a 'pop!'. Isaac's head slumped to the bedding, gasping as a layer of pussy juices fell and splattered across his face and chest. He was too dazed to react, simply recovering his breath as he felt the cool breeze of the spaceship's recycled air on his fluid-slathered face.
+
+Isaac sputtered some of the juices along his lips. "Puh, puh...! U-Ugh, what the fuck was that?! I thought I was about to drown in there!"
+
+"Yer not gonna drown in t'ere..." Haul tried to hide his annoyance with a flirty tone. "Just get yerself deep inside me again and give me a good–"
+
+"A-Again?! No way! I'm not a sex toy to do as you please–"
+
+The lemur growled. "Alright, t'at doesit. Daddy's not in t' fucking mood to hear a no."
+
+"Wait, H-Haul–mmf...!"
+
+The pirate crashed down hard on him, pushing the pointy head right up his tunnel once more. In one swift motion, it speared his canal even deeper, slipping inside easily thanks to the sergal's lubed fur. His labia swallowed him down to his neck, spreading outward over the vanished bits. The opening appeared eager to consume even more of the sergal – that was Haul's plan, after all. And if Isaac wasn't going to cooperate anymore, well...the lemur would do the cooperating for him.
+
+The panicking sergal thrashed again as expected, and the primate reached down with his large black hand and gripped the flailing legs together. Not only so either of them wouldn't get hurt – or more than necessary –, but to make this next part easier.
+
+He raised his torso again, clenching his tunnel tight. Isaac was pulled up along with him, but he wasn't released onto the mattress this time. The feeling of an alien head struggling inside of his vagina was...well, alien. Despite the libido causing his legs to shake, he stood up on the sturdy bed and kept himself under control. Now he could prepare himself for the next step.
+
+He pulled the sergal's legs closer, and with the head stuck in place, his waist was tucked. Isaac was forced to sit on the bed, perfectly lined up with his snout pointing up to where the canal continued deeper. He'd said that he wasn't Haul's sex toy... The lemur wanted to prove him wrong.
+
+He almost whined as he sunk down, swallowing the whimpering sergal with his cooch up to his shoulders. "Mmmnnnnnnn... T-T'ere we go~. Be good for Daddy now... Yer almost at t' spot I want you."
+
+The vaginal cavity was almost entirely filled with Isaac's skull and neck, giving the sergal a very acute feel for the walls squeezing him and conforming to his contour. But the snout hadn't reached the source of Haul's heat yet. That deep itch had been biting at him ever since the sergal's knuckles had brushed the outside of his cervix, and that's where he was aiming the muzzle.
+
+Another cry shook his whole body. Now that he had taken the sergal as deep as possible, the snout was tragically close to the sphincter, just a few inches away... As the smaller male was forced to breath the stagnant air, he could even feel the breath blowing through his nostrils against it! So -painfully- close...and if only Isaac would've stuck his tongue out, he could perhaps reach it. But he appeared too displeased with his current situation to continue with his cunnilingus, and Haul wasn't about to give up when his wish was a squeeze or two out of reach.
+
+Still holding the mechanic's legs tightly together, he started to grind him like a dildo again. Isaac struggled every now and then, but much less frequently. Once he also realized that he was stuck like this with, no chance of moving either in or out until Haul got whatever he wanted, it felt pointless.
+
+The pirate panted as his vulva's grip on the neck got weaker, letting the smaller male's head bob ever so slightly in and out along the walls. However, his Lil' Dad never seemed to travel any further when he pushed down, still just barely out of reach of his deepest wall. No amount of juices – drenching the blue and white fur down his shoulders and chest – seemed to do the trick, and Haul was beginning to lose heart. Nevertheless, he kept grinding to achieve a less-than-ideal orgasm out of this otherwise novel experience...
+
+"...You done?" The sergal's voice was muffled and muted, but clearly distinguishable through the dampening layers of Haul's body. He sounded disgruntled, but still docile. "L-Let me out now."
+
+The gruff pirate was getting frustrated himself, trying to think of an angry or teasing remark in response. But that's when his legs suddenly gave in, at the same time that his vaginal muscles decided to relax. His body lurched downward, and the lemur howled at the extreme stretching he suddenly felt!
+
+With a long and wet 'squelch!', his labia stretched impossibly wide, causing more of the sergal to disappear up and between his legs. But there was an even more excruciating stretch happening out of sight, hidden in his vagina...
+
+"Ohhh, fuck... G-GAAAHHHhhg...!! Y-Y-Yer so – hnng – so deeeep...! Haaaah..."
+
+The sergal's muzzle had overshot, and his snout slipped right through his cervix, with no other place to go...!
+
+"M-Mmmf... Ack!" Isaac tried to shout as most of his head slipped into an even tighter fleshy embrace, realizing what was going on. "I-It's getting too tight...!"
+
+This was the culmination of the lemur's efforts tonight. The only way to quell his absurd heat. But he never thought that it'd require shoving a person into his womb...!
+
+Yet, the lust radiating from his body and overtaking his mind left no doubts. He'd definitely orgasmed when his uterus was penetrated – and in that single instant, it felt more ferocious than any other in his entire life. A powerful mix of pleasure and pain swelled from his cervix being forcefully stretched, and he'd ruined both his bed and the sergal's fur with his juices and squirts. But he wasn't done. That itch only seemed to crawl even farther and deeper...
+
+"D-Daddy wants all'o you~... HFFF...!!"
+
+With a rush of adrenaline, Haul bent his legs and pushed his weight down onto the slim sergal, forcing him inside. His ravenous vagina stretched wider, and the back of his womb swelled with more of its living intruder. It felt wrong, but wonderful. As much as his rational mind screamed that the smaller male shouldn't be going in there, his body craved it without reservations. His gut feeling told him that the Mikreeononian would be fine – more than fine – in him. The primate paused his descent when he climaxed yet again, in quick succession, just from filling more of his womb. But he was nowhere near done.
+
+Haul continued to grind him like a toy, indifferent about how this one didn't have a flared base. His cervix continued to swallow its furry snack, and more of Isaac's torso and arms vanished into the entrance, both pinned to each other with little to no room to work with. More and more surrounded by pink flesh, grunting into the different texture of Haul's endometrium that swallowed him.
+
+If not for the grappled legs between the lemur's fingers, there was barely any indication of the sergal's whereabouts from outside. What should've been a sizable bulge was concealed under his voluminous belly, though he doubted that his figure would remain intact once he'd consumed all of his lively toy.
+
+The sergal was still sitting on the bed, with an undesirable erection sticking out of his sheath. Struggling was futile, but Isaac still felt compelled to do it out of spite.
+
+"S-Stop... I c-can fix your ship for free...! O-Or call you Daddy! Anything... A-Anything but this! Please...!"
+
+His plead would fall on deaf ears – even though it was definitely heard, from the lemur's deafening chuckle. Haul had him exactly where he wanted him to be.
+
+Most of Isaac's upper body was trapped along the wrinkles of his soft vagina, feeling the pulse as more of its lubricating drool squeezed and squelched around the furry mass. Meanwhile, the head and shoulders were crammed into a much tighter spot, forcing the organ to expand and balloon out to grow its capacity.
+
+The womb subjected his face to a toasty, noisy, sweet environment, one that the sergal wanted to get away from immediately. The place wasn't supposed to be hospitable to any living being that had already been birthed once... And the fact that it belonged to the burly lemur only aggravated its hostile nature.
+
+Haul's hips went down to the bed, letting him sit around the smaller sergal. Despite not having any peristalsis to swallow him, all the squeezing and shoving was managing to feed his uterus. He'd lost track of his orgasms, but he still craved the full-course meal.
+
+Isaac's cock was just outside of his pussy, hard and pointing away from the entrance, and the lemur decided to have even more fun... Using his weight to keep pinning the sergal's legs underneath him, he shifted forward, trying to bring their genitals closer.
+
+It worked, in a sense, but not how he'd expected. Instead of slipping in, the tip of the cock rubbed against his clitoris above, only elevating the stimulation. Isaac seemed to moan too underneath all of his flesh, begrudgingly enjoying being used as a rabbit vibrator.
+
+The sergal couldn't really move much, only wiggling to fight for more space, whereas his cock throbbed at the touch of more warm flesh. The lemur cried out even louder, grinding his toy underneath his hips as he worked himself up to another orgasm.
+
+The same couldn't be said of Isaac, who was too spent to reach his climax so soon. Despite the haziness in his head, he wondered how Haul managed to release even more of his fluids – as if being stuffed into his womb didn't defy every expectation. It had to be a dream...but the walls and all their squelching, their rubbing, their orgasmic crushing – it couldn't have been more violently real. He just hoped that the living nightmare would be over soon.
+
+"U-Um... D-Daddy?" He pleaded to the larger lemur. "When are you p-pulling me out...?"
+
+"Hff...still need more..." Haul whispered, but his voice reverberated all around his toy. "Yer staying t'ere till my heat's gone and my womb's done. Mmm...t'at reminds me–"
+
+The pirate still had some energy left, knowing that he wouldn't be satisfied until his lower hunger was sated. He planted his feet against the bed once more, straining to clench his walls – in order to keep his snatch snack stuck waist-deep –, and raised his body again.
+
+He didn't fully stand up, only enough to straighten Isaac's dangling legs without bumping his head against the cabin's ceiling. It was finally time for his fingers to let go of the sergal's legs, since they were about to get shoved into a much more constricting spot.
+
+With his mate's digitigrade feet propped against the soft ground of the mattress, Haul used his weight to his advantage once again, sitting down right onto those lubed legs and slamming his thighs against the bed. He felt a sharp, singular, electrifying pain as the sergal was launched further into his recesses. Those slender legs disappeared into his vulva with little effort, while the flexible sergal involuntarily bent his body in order to curl deeper into the uterus. Isaac continued to whine as he was forcefully consumed, but the lemur would pay him no mind.
+
+Haul lied down again and brought his paw, slick with his juices, to his slit. He could feel the toes sticking out through the labia. The sergal was too deep to pull out – so he did the sensible thing and pushed them in, hiding them away. When Haul felt the entrance close, he started rubbing his clitoris again.
+
+He couldn't feel Isaac's body heat – now that he had thoroughly soaked his –, but the extra weight was unmistakable. His vagina was still stretching thanks to the legs taking up the whole canal, although this time around, the sergal's limbs were fisting him from the opposite end. To think that a whole person was tucked away underneath his massive belly... It pushed him past the edge once again.
+
+The lemur bucked his hips upward and clenched his vagina, squirting his ejaculate away from the bed even harder than before. His swollen uterus squeezed down on Isaac's upper body in an unrelenting massage, trapping him as the cervix squeezed down over his waist. The sergal couldn't withstand the pressure of the sphincter on his cock, finally reaching an unwarranted orgasm and releasing a smaller load of his seed directly into his mate's deep chamber. But any of his fluids or shouts were drowned out by the larger male's intense climax that rocked his whole world.
+
+Haul finally slumped down when he was done. His beast of a heat had finally been quenched. His light-gray fur from his legs was utterly soaked, as was his bedding and flooring...but he knew that it wouldn't compare to the mess that his living toy had to endure. He was still trapped inside, even deeper after the lemur's orgasm.
+
+He could tell that his belly was larger, but only because he was so used to staring down at it. Nobody might even notice if he decides to keep his hookup in there – and if anyone does, they might shrug it off as the pirate getting fatter overnight. The bulge was smooth enough that he could hide away the fact that he suddenly got pregnant with a fully-grown sergal.
+
+The lemur could still feel the digitigrade feet somewhere in his canal, along with a lingering pain in his stretched cervix, meaning that Isaac still wasn't fully inside of his womb. Haul grabbed a hand mirror on his nightstand and brought it between his legs to a vantage spot, using his soggier hand to spread his labia apart. He could see the sergal's toes and pawpads between the wrinkly walls of flesh. But he probably couldn't follow them in with his fingers to push them deeper.
+
+"Mm..." He hummed as he enjoyed the extra heft deep inside, watching the toes curl inside of his vagina. "Did you drown in t'ere, Lil' Papa...? Feels like yer not struggling at all~."
+
+"...Is this some sick joke to you?" Isaac's voice sounded almost comical within, from how his surroundings muffled it. Haul could feel his breath pleasantly tickling his endometrium, as well as each movement from the balled-up sergal attempting to shift his limbs within. "Do you just go around, shoving random people up your snatch?"
+
+"Nah... Yer my first. Didn't thinkkit was possible, though. But you feel too good in t'ere, Lil' Papa~."
+
+"I don't care! Just l-let me out...!"
+
+"Heh, you want out...? Alright." Haul sneered; he had an idea for how to get the ex-mechanic to help him with the last leg of his trip. "Yer legs are sticking out of my cervix. So kick t'em around to try and get t'em free."
+
+The sergal couldn't really tell if they really were outside of the womb, although the texture around his ankles was more smooth and pliant than the one under his palms. And there seemed to be some degree of freedom to move his feet around.
+
+With nothing to lose, he did as Haul suggested, hearing the lemur's moans as he squeezed against the canal once again. The walls clenched, and he assumed that the pirate was straining to birth him out – not realizing that the pirate was tricking him yet again.
+
+"I-Is it working...?"
+
+"M-Mhmm~..."
+
+Haul arched his back again and strained his muscles, doing his utmost to bring the last of the sergal into his womb. The kicks got weaker as Isaac progressively had less space to move his knees. The furry legs pleasantly stroked the inside of the sore sphincter as they wormed in, thanks to the actions of the unaware mechanic.
+
+The lemur could hear a muffled 'shlop!' when they finally squeezed in, pushing out some uterine juices into the canal. He expected one final orgasm that never came, but he continued to clench until he was sure that Isaac was fully nestled within. His cervix remained dilated for a bit longer, closing slowly in order to trap the sergal inside.
+
+When it no longer ached, Haul knew he was done. No more pain, no more heat... He was only left with a cramped womb full of sergal, and the satisfaction of accomplishing it.
+
+"T'ere we go... All cozy in Daddy's womb~."
+
+"I– WHAT?! B-But I thought you–! ...Y-You tricked me!"
+
+"Yeh...no shit." He gave his flabby belly a playful slap. He noticed how much firmer it'd gotten, just with the extra mass that made his tummy jut out almost imperceptibly. "Couldn't just ask you to climb in t'ere on yer own, now could I...?"
+
+"B-B-But...! You can't just do that to me! What if I'm stuck here? Wh-What if something bad happens to me?!"
+
+The lemur snickered. "I don't t'ink not'ing bad will happen. Plus, you better be stuck...was a lot'o effort to get you in t'ere! Mmm... Bet yer ex didn't feel t'is full when you gave her triplets, Lil' Papa~."
+
+Haul used his hand mirror to stare into his vagina once again, examining the reflection of his puffy pink flesh. There was no sign of the sergal at all – confirming the numbness around his cervix –, other than a few stray blue hairs of fur inside. He released his lips, which closed like nothing had happened, and put the mirror away. He was overcome by a laziness that didn't want him to get out of bed for a long while, and he didn't want to fight it.
+
+On the other hand, the voice in his womb continued to mumble desperately. "Oh fuck oh fuck...th-this can't be happening...! You gotta do something! Isn't there any teleporter that you can beam me out with...?"
+
+"Beam you out...? Not t'at I know of. Besides, I t'ink yer right where you should be~."
+
+"Y-You can't be serious! Are you just...gonna keep me in here and walk around like this in the Renegade?!"
+
+"Hmmm..." Haul had forgotten that his spaceship was still busted, but he simply shrugged. "Yeh. Pretty much."
+
+The sergal tried to struggle, but he was too curled up to budge an inch. "T-That's kidnapping...! Then I'll shout for help...! S-Someone will hear me!"
+
+"I'm sure t'ey will hear. But not like anyone is gonna lay a finger on a guy like me, so yer as good as mine, heh heh!" The primate's gruff voice still carried his bitterness and immorality, but he couldn't help but rub his midriff lovingly at the delight he felt from his uterus – rather than for the man he carried within. "T'is is my first time, so I don't even know how I can get you out. Just enjoy yerself and let my womb take'ts natural course... 'Cause I know I'll love every second offit~."
+
+Isaac grumbled. Was there really no recourse but to let this lemur have his way with him...? And who knows for how long! Sadly, he saw no other way out. He decided to conserve his energies, really hoping that he would be safe in here. After all, being stuck inside pirate's pussy was probably the most embarrassing way to meet his end...
+
+"There's n-nothing natural about ANY of this, Haul..."
+
+"You better keep calling me Daddy..." He growled. "Then I might let you go soon."
+
+"...Are you lying to me again?"
+
+The lemur smirked. The sergal was finally picking up on something. "Maybe, Lil' Papa~."

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+---
+title: Birdroom
+pubDate: 2023-05-17
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 3000
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal similar size anal vore, willing male feral gryphon pred, willing male anthro mimic hybrid prey, gay sex.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_10_birdroom.png
+description: |
+  Beetle finds an odd-shaped friend deep in his work, and does what he does best: be a messy distraction.
+
+  This silly short was inspired by [a wonderful commission](https://aryion.com/g4/view/893564) that I got from [Eli-Eternity](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/eli-eternity) and was supposed to go along with it, but this story doesn't even come close to doing it justice. Seriously, check out his piece if you haven't! It's turned out amazing, and he's done an incredible job, and I love it so much!
+
+  Why are you still reading this instead of clicking the link above?!
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  Beetle finds an odd-shaped friend deep in his work, and does what he does best: be a messy distraction.
+
+  This silly short was inspired by a wonderful commission that I got from Eli-Eternity and was supposed to go along with it, but this story doesn't even come close to doing it justice. Seriously, check out his piece if you haven't! It's turned out amazing, and he's done an incredible job, and I love it so much!
+tags: ['Sam Brendan', 'Beetle', 'anal vore', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'similar size', 'gay sex']
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  Beetle: Bad Manners
+  'Sam Brendan': Bad Manners
+---
+
+"Staaaaan!" The gryphon's voice squawked across rooms, as Beetle happily strutted with his lion paws. "Where areeee yooooou~?" He sang his question, letting his wagging tail follow his orange body as he checked room after room. "Oh, there you are, Stan!"
+
+Sam was too absorbed in his work to pay him attention. His maned wolf elbows were leaning over his desk, with white digits tapping the side of his briefcase-shaped mimic head. His big and sensitive green ears flicked at the scratchy voice entering the room, but what finally snapped him out of his concentration was the musky aroma from Beetle's already exposed erection. Sam didn't have to fully turn his metallic face to look at the slightly larger hybrid.
+
+"Hm? Oh, hey Beetle. Did you need something?"
+
+"Well, yeah!" He grinned with his beak, as if it was obvious what he wanted. "I need you, Stan! Filling me up! I've been looking all over for you for the last hour."
+
+"Oh. Well, you found me...exactly where you know my room to be. And my name is Sam, I already told you. Just give me half-an-hour to get this done."
+
+"Sam as in Samantha...?"
+
+"No, just Sam– Hey, you asked me the exact same thing the other day! Ugh, you're really bad at remembering anything, aren't you?"
+
+"Oh, now that you mention it, I think I'm having a bit of a déjà-vu!"
+
+Beetle chuckled, and the mimic groaned. Most annoying of it all was how this birdbrain hadn't forgotten what that word meant, after he'd taught him. Turning his neck back, he returned to poring over a tome. Sam felt the gryphon's presence get closer, as the stronger needy scent coming from the barbed cock reached his smell receptors.
+
+"And you were reading that book last time, too! It's really déjà-vu."
+
+"I'm not reading it, I'm translating it." Sam explained with an exasperated tone, despite his completely expressionless and featureless, blank face. "Might as well be deciphering this language from scratch... I haven't made a lot of headway since last time."
+
+"Hmm... Sounds hard! Like something that won't be done in half-an-hour! In that case, why don't you make headway somewhere else? Somewhere tight and warm~"
+
+The mimic hybrid carefully placed a bookmark between scribbled pages before closing the diary. He spun in his chair, turning to look at Beetle sitting on the ground in a silly position. His winged back was against Sam's bed, exposing the leopard spots on the underside of the feathers and the entirety of his light beige underside. With his haunches spread right open, the feral was clearly trying to show off his naughty purple bits to the acquainted mimic, his anus and glowing cock. His arousal was clear, with the shaft throbbing fully outside of its orange sheath, trying to entice the busy anthro.
+
+"Let me guess... You checked around and no-one wanted to climb inside of you, so you came to me instead of finding a toy like I suggested."
+
+The gryphon nodded happily. "Yep! That's exactly it! Everyone else was too small to stretch me nice and big like I wanted, or too big to even fit, or they simply weren't what I was looking for in a prey, you know? ...And some didn't even want to get in my butt. Can you believe it?! I don't know WHY anyone wouldn't want to go in there... They should be fighting each other to climb in there, honestly!"
+
+"Heh, I wonder why..." Sam whispered sarcastically under his breath. "Sorry, Beetle. Not tonight. I really need to get this done."
+
+Beetle slumped his arms onto his thighs. "Aww...! Come on, Sam! Just take a break and have some fun! I know you love squirming inside of me~"
+
+Despite his usually secretive face, Sam was clearly quite embarrassed at the gryphon's poignant observation, even looking away from him to hide a smile cracking from his lips. But the mimic's green cock emerging from his own sheath told a different story, excited by the thoughts now planted into his head.
+
+"W-Well...maybe I like it a tiny bit..."
+
+"A tiny bit?! Bwahahaha! Now YOU are the one forgetting things. You went so deep in me last time that I couldn't even push you out on my own, you silly briefcase wolfy...!"
+
+The mimic sighed. "...Fine. I'll admit that it's not a bad place to spend the night. Satisfied?"
+
+"Not at all!" The gryphon crossed his arms, trying to feign anger.
+
+"Why? This is pointless. How do I convince you if you already know the answer...?"
+
+"Start by just saying it!" Beetle squawked proudly. "You're such a dork. You could try saying, 'oh, Beetle, I love being shoved into you sooo much~ I wanna be smooshed by your guts, and make you so full, and I think you are the best bird ever~'!"
+
+Sam's maw opened, revealing fangs and tongue in their lime green interior as he laughed at the gryphon's impersonation of him.
+
+"Hah, that doesn't sound like anything I'd say! Besides, why would I call you the 'best bird ever'?" He got up from his chair to casually approach the feral.
+
+"Why? Are you saying I'm not?"
+
+"I-I'd rather not implicate myself... But you already believe that yourself, so why hear it from me?"
+
+It was Beetle's turn to look away, blushing. "Yeah well, I still want other people to stroke my ego, you know!"
+
+"Hehe! You silly gryphon, always straightforward. And you call me the dorky one...?" He knelt in front of the larger male, pressing his white paws to the same-hued fluff on Beetle's belly to feel his warmth. The gryphon let out a coo at the affectionate touch turned into belly rubs. The gryphon's sweet, salty, and musky smells were all extremely strong and enticing up close, prompting Sam's tongue to loll out of metallic lips in excitement. "Hmm... A little break from work wouldn't hurt. Especially being surrounded by a fluffy and horny friend like you. ...Was that 'confession' good enough for you?"
+
+"Eh, I'll take it! And I agree. My insides are way more interesting than some dusty old book!" He brought his dark leonine forepaws to Sam's head, feeling the matte texture of the right-angled surfaces. Beetle moved the briefcase down a bit, letting out a quiet chirp when the warm metal brushed the underside of his orange balls.
+
+"Heh, everything is always 'interesting' with you involved, Beetle. Did you have something in mind–" The mimic interrupted himself as his face was pushed down – not towards the barbed shaft, but lower, until one corner of his face pushed right against the purple pucker. "–Oh. No foreplay, just diving right into it...?"
+
+"Y-Yeah...coo... I've been wanting this all day. Your face, going up my butt~ Mm, I love how it feels...no-one else is quite the same."
+
+Sam squirmed a bit under the force of the gryphon's paws pushing him head-first into the expanding hole. "I-I thought you were looking around for anyone to shove into yourself!"
+
+"I did! But no one that I asked had a head like yours. That was my other criterion for who I'd shove inside tonight!"
+
+"Of course none of them have one, Beetle! Only I do, and you know that!" He adjusted himself as the hole opened in front of him, bewildered but amused by the half-eagle, half-lion's shenanigans. "Then why didn't you just come to me in the first place– hmng..."
+
+Another strong shove slipped more of Sam's rectangular face into his rectum, squeezing more than half of the briefcase past the fleshy ring, along with a pointy furry ear at the back. The hole squelched over the matte surfaces being haphazardly shoved from the side, leaving it up to Sam to do the hard work of maneuvering his neck and the rest of his body as he was consumed.
+
+Beetle, oblivious to his efforts, was already panting and blushing. "C-Caw...! Mmf, g-get in there, you funny-looking luggage..."
+
+Despite his friend's forcefulness and cluelessness, the mimic was happy to oblige, wearing a creepy smile on his face. He'd normally keep his lips closed and only speak without using his maw, but Beetle was one of the few who didn't seem to mind the appearance of his crooked fangs jutting out unevenly from his face-wide gums. Besides, it also let the gryphon's natural aroma invade his mouth; a delicious smell of grapes, wafting from the glowing purple insides. A sweet and familiar welcome from Beetle's ass.
+
+Sam's hardened face also served to prop open the tunnel, revealing more of the flesh he would be squeezed into ahead, and easing his wider shoulders into the malleable entrance behind. The gryphon's coos and moans reverberated across the pulsing walls, reaching the hybrid's tucked ears through layers of flesh over the ambient heartbeat.
+
+The walls tugged at him, already quite experienced at dragging prey in through the backdoor. However, with someone as large as the mimic, peristalsis alone wouldn't bring him fully inside, but simply squeeze rhythmically without making any progress. They both knew it, and Beetle continued to push his hybrid friend inside, while Sam also wriggled further on his own. With a bit of maneuvering and flexibility, he managed to squeeze his hands after his shoulders, grabbing at the inside of the anus to propel himself deeper.
+
+"Cawww-wmm...! T-That's more like it..." Beetle cooed to the bulge worming forward underneath his fluff, with what looked like a box moving further up his midriff. He gently rubbed the skin pleasantly stretched around a solid edge. "You love being in my butt, don't you Sam?"
+
+Sam loved the warmth, the tightness, the closeness, and the hospitality of his larger feral friend. He could have gushed on about the purple insides, massaging and lighting and pulsing, surrounded with wonderful smells and kinky sounds. And he could have written until words could burn a vivid image into any reader's mind. But his answer was much more succinct. "Yes...yes, I do."
+
+"You silly mimic...that's all you had to say!"
+
+His feline paws moved lower and grabbed the smaller hybrid by the sides, shoving more of his lime green-furred prey into his seemingly bottomless backside. The bulge shifted and expanded inside, with his toy's displaced weight now heavy enough to cause his bloating belly to sag to the side. But with only a third of his slightly smaller friend inside, Beetle was far from satisfied.
+
+Sam continued to vanish inside as he crawled into the slick and squishy tunnel, finding his way deeper into the gryphon's large intestines without the aid of the ambient glow. He could even push out his hands onto the walls to feel which side was hard or soft, the latter indicating the way that Beetle's belly was drooping. The mimic then shifted his weight outward, easily gaining more space to bring along the lower parts of his body. These intestines were a long series of tunnels, but Sam found it easier to find his footing if he thought of them as a long crop, only with a different entrance.
+
+Moving through the extremely soft and steamy surroundings, Sam would occasionally bump into Beetle's hard cock outside of those guts. And every time, the gryphon would moan loudly, then buck his hips against the wriggling mass in his underside, humping it indiscriminately to let precum flow from his purple spire. Feeling stuffed and spread, Beetle wanted to savor every last sensation, and enjoy every single inch of the maned wolf whose fur tickled his intestinal tract pleasurably.
+
+The mimic's knotted cock leaked a clear and salty liquid as well, but humping the air instead. That was quickly remedied when the gryphon once again grabbed Sam, and drove him inside past his butt with a 'slorp!'. The anthro's green shaft chased him inside, slipping past the pucker to be immediately welcomed by soft and warm folds. Not wasting any time, the mimic thrust into the rectal walls, bumping against his captor's cock, perfectly lined up from the outside. His metal lips cracked open even more in a lustful smile, and he continued to frot once more against the barbed spire outside, moaning in unison with his predator. His humps were fast, and Sam finally realized how close he was to climax... How much he'd needed this – ALL of this –, more than happy to be stuffed into Beetle's butt once again.
+
+The walls suddenly got tighter around him when large paws kneaded and shoved the bulge deeper into grape-scented guts. They expanded to fit more of Sam, who reached his peak at the surprise from his further descent, painting the cushiony creases he was squeezed against with white cream. Beetle continued to push down on him, prompting the mimic to squirm in his anal grip from his knees up. His feet and tail spasmed outside with each wave of pleasure, slipping just a bit further out of reach along with the ravenous anus' clenches and squelches.
+
+The gryphon released the pressure against his large belly, if only to let the walls readjust around his friend and see how much progress he had left. Only a few toes and a tail tuft were still sneaking outside from his tailhole, idly squirming. Beetle looked incredibly bloated, but he was still undeterred in fully claiming Sam with his butt. Repeating his earlier trick that had served to rearrange the mimic in his bowels, he pushed at what looked to be the back of his head and his legs, squeezing him outward once more until his purple cock couldn't hold out any longer.
+Beetle screeched throughout his orgasm, stretching his belly out and wide as the bulges were compressed inside. And his gryphon spunk made a mess over one of his haunches, and the floor of Sam's room, but he couldn't care less. Limbs, fingers, and large rectangles all appearing and writhing as the mimic's orgasmed finally died down, fully containing his mess inside of his friend. The mimic's entire body was sealed past the clenching pucker now, each part occupying different sections of the gryphon's guts of different widths. His digitigrade feet pushed against the base of the purple barbed cock through layers of skin and flesh, feeling each throb of his avian-slash-leonine predator. The walls making themselves visible around him, their omnipresent glow stimulating the photoreceptors of his mimic anatomy, pulsing brighter with each gluey glob of cum ejected by Beetle, until his climax ended, too.
+
+With a large blush on the sides of his yellow beak, the gryphon panted, letting his paws rest and rub the top of the wonderfully distended skin sagging to his side. Sam moved within, each minute movement clear to see and feel. His normally lean figure was anything but, carrying such a massive prey that almost doubled his volume. Any minor discomfort from being incredibly stretched was easily overshadowed by the intense pleasure he felt from his friend occupying his guts. Sam was just like a buttplug, in a Manner; but unlike a normal toy, he was alive and wriggling. And most important of all, willing, and having as much fun as him, no doubt.
+
+"Hmf? Did you say something?" The mimic asked, not hearing what Beetle had whispered under his breath.
+
+"I said you must be having as much fun as me in there, Sam!" Beetle squawked happily and lustfully, watching his feline cock finally spew the last of its seed, still too aroused to hide back into his sheath. "Seriously, you feel amazing in there...mmf! And now I get to show everyone just how stretchy I am!"
+
+Sam grumbled. He enjoyed this kind of intimacy, of course, but he could do without the loud gryphon's public displays. Being treated as a trophy was definitely kinky, but also a bit disheartening. Nevertheless, no matter what the gryphon would do with him, he had to concede on one point. "...Yes, I also think it feels amazing."
+
+"See? That wasn't hard to figure out, or say. And all it took was some persuasion!"
+
+"You call this persuasion?" He chuckled, tapping at the steamy walls.
+
+"Yes, lots of it! Persuasion that keeps smothering you over and over!" Beetle leaned his beak towards his belly, licking the stretched skin with his purple tongue. "Mm, I could just keep you in there for a long time~ Shame that I have to push you out at some point, though. Otherwise, I can't shove you back in...that's the best part!"
+
+The mimic returned the larger hybrid's affection, purring and massaging the friendly walls. "Well, I can't stay here forever, anyway. I still have my work to do..."
+
+"Blegh, you and your work. You bring that up again, and you're staying inside for the whole week!"
+
+"Heh...fine, I won't." He stretched as best he could against the tight intestines, getting ready for some rest before everything shifted about. "Huh...? Are you getting up?"
+
+"Yep! Gotta find someone else to stick in there with you! You didn't think I was that full already, did you?"
+
+"...Uhh, y-yeah I did."
+
+His beak twisted into a smirk. "Well, you're wrong, Sammy! You feel nice, but I won't be satisfied until I break my personal record!"
+
+Ugh, of course, Sam thought. Nothing like Beetle's sudden, unsound, and kinky plans right after he was shoved up his rear, unable to do anything about it. At their relative sizes, squirming out was as much of a cooperative effort as climbing in, so the mimic decided to not even fight him on it, knowing he would be stuck to endure Beetle's next anal vore adventure. He could feel the sway of the gryphon's gait, swinging like a hammock in the heavy bulge he made in his underside.
+
+He knew that his fur and metal would be reeking of gryphon ass for days, no matter how much he tried to wash it off. But what he didn't know was for how long Beetle intended to keep him this time...and with a potential second butt buddy.

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+---
+title: Bladder Filler
+pubDate: 2023-11-08
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1900
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal size difference cock vore to clean bladder, with willing male feral gryphon pred, and willing 2nd person PoV feral dragon prey. Also includes implied long-term endosoma.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_15_bladder_filler.png
+description: |
+  Always watch what you wish for... Blather the right thing to the right gryphon, and you might wash up in a bladder!
+
+  The return of Beetle! Swallowing multiple creatures, through multiple holes – [myself included!](./birdroom) –, has done little to quell his unusual appetites. But this time, he's set his eyes on you! Yes, you – a small dragon, who has been itching to try some bladder vore. An unusual request, but hey, I won't judge you!
+
+  ...In all seriousness, I wanted to do something more daring for a PoV story. With a dragon, instead of a generic anthro, this time. And not to mention bladder vore, which is also a first for me. I'll still stick to third person narration for most of my stories, but let me know if PoV is something that you want to see more of.
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  Always watch what you wish for... Blather the right thing to the right gryphon, and you might wash up in a bladder!
+
+  The return of Beetle! Swallowing multiple creatures, through multiple holes – myself included! –, has done little to quell his unusual appetites. But this time, he's set his eyes on you! Yes, you – a small dragon, who has been itching to try some bladder vore. An unusual request, but hey, I won't judge you!
+
+  ...In all seriousness, I wanted to do something more daring for a PoV story. With a dragon, instead of a generic anthro, this time. And not to mention bladder vore, which is also a first for me. I'll still stick to third person narration for most of my stories, but let me know if PoV is something that you want to see more of.
+tags: ['Beetle', 'cock vore', 'feral predator', 'feral prey', 'male predator', 'ambiguous gender prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'bladder vore', 'size difference', 'long-term endo', 'point of view', 'flash fiction']
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  Beetle: Bad Manners
+---
+
+"...You wanna go WHERE?" The gryphon looming over you squawked. It was hard to tell from his high-pitched tone if he was being incredulous, or making sure that he'd heard you right.
+
+"Your bladder..." You answered meekly. "I-If that's alright."
+
+Beetle's purple eyes approached you with an intense gaze, and the orange crest on his head raised perceptibly. "Hmm... Can't say I ever tried it before, little dragon. Have you?"
+
+"No... Is that a problem?"
+
+The large gryphon beamed up. "Not at all! You're small enough to fit into my cock, so you can probably get in there too, I think! Just oughta make sure you don't end up in one of these instead, hehe!"
+
+One of his dark paws groped the balls in his furry orange sheath, to explain what he meant. You blushed at how forward Beetle acted.
+
+"U-Umm..."
+
+"Yes, little dragon?" He brought his inquisitive yellow beak down, almost touching it to your snout.
+
+"D-Do you think you could empty it first...?"
+
+"Oh...! Okay, sure! Like, empty it on you, or–"
+
+"N-NO!" You blurted out, before flusteredly clearing your throat. "I-I mean, I just want it to be clean..."
+
+"Clean, huh... Well, alright! Since you seem so eager to get in there, and all that!"
+
+Beetle chuckled and walked away, giving you some time to calm the accelerating heart behind your plated chest. He didn't move too far, stopping behind a bush by a tree and raising his hindleg, like a dog. Even the gryphon himself seemed to forget that he was half lion. You looked away out of privacy, which felt silly, considering how the exhibitionist hybrid acted, and how intimate you two were about to become...
+
+"There," he announced as he returned, "all clean."
+
+When he spoke the word 'clean', it almost sounded like Beetle resented it. The hybrid was infamous not only for his unfettered voracity, but also his mess-making clumsiness. But in your case, thankfully, the novelty of it seemed to supersede his desire to leave a sloppy souvenir, other than a bulge under his fluff.
+
+His butt plopped down in front of you, smooshing grass blades with his leonine haunches. They pointed out to give you a good view of his furry orange sheath down in his milky white fluff. His cock was still hidden, except for a subdued purple glow coming from the spot opposite his sac. You stepped closer, feeling the warmth from his body reaching your face. Other than his musk, you couldn't detect any foul smells, and the sheath looked surprisingly dry.
+
+"...Are you really sure it's clean?" You asked with suspicion.
+
+"Yep, perfectly clean! Didn't you watch me peeing over there?"
+
+"N-No, of course not! I looked away."
+
+"Well, I guarantee it's one hundred...no, two hundred percent clean! And it should stay totally dry while you're in there. Promise!"
+
+You weren't sure how Beetle could even keep that promise, but he sounded genuine. You shrugged. "O-Okay."
+
+"Now that I've done my part, you do yours! Get in there, and make sure you go to my bladder... Not the other way, hehe!"
+
+He spread his haunches a little more, helping to level the sheath with your face. The gryphon seemed legitimately excited for it, but instead of cramming you into his urethra, he wanted you to put the effort – and yourself – in. You still wanted this, and approached him carefully.
+
+Your snout bumped into the opening, getting a fuzzy feeling and a stronger scent on your nose. Masculine gryphon musk, with a hint of grape perfume. Far from being gross, it was actually very inviting. You imagined that Beetle had a smug grin on his beak while he stared at you, but your eyes were too busy aiming your snout into the sheath.
+
+His cock was still neatly tucked away within, forcing you to come to it instead. You dug your scales against what felt like yet another opening inside of the sheath, and the obscured shaft started to expand and envelop your snout. The hybrid moaned softly – though it sounded more like cooing –, and the tip of your face felt even warmer once surrounded by his penis. You weren't too small, but with minimal pressure, the flesh stretched like a funnel to welcome your snout.
+
+The bright fluff brushed against your forehead and horns, and the orange sheath grew bigger in your field of vision. You wondered if, from outside, anyone could even be notice that, aside from that elastic skin pocket, you were also being swallowed by his cock. The tunnel accommodated you further and, true to Beetle's word, there wasn't a single sign of urine so far. It would be impressive if he had -actually- made it all squeaky clean with so little effort, just for you, so casually.
+
+Though you had your jaws locked together by the stretched urethra – your snout vanishing past its halfway point –, his cock had no indications that it'd leave its cozy home. Even as it expanded inside of Beetle's sheath, to fit more of you in... Any size-related concerns that you wouldn't be able to squeeze yourself in melted away. Maybe it just couldn't push out, with your face obstructing its path. Or maybe Beetle was purposefully keeping his cock flaccid and hidden, as some weird Manner of flex.
+
+Regardless of the reason, his predatorial swagger certainly was impressive. It made you more confident to take a step forward, letting your eyes vanish from underneath his fluff, before your progress brought them precisely to the liminal space between the gryphon's cock and the entrance of his sheath. The shaft, and the surrounding skin, all glowed in a purple hue that matched Beetle's eyes. You couldn't see more than the tip of the penis in the limited space, but it was evident that the cockslit was much more flared than its ordinary size.
+
+Instinctively, you brought one of your scaly paws to the outside of Beetle's bits, rubbing where your chin should be. You could feel the solid bulge of your jaw behind the layer of skin and cock. The gryphon cooed noticeably, and a lubricant solution of precum started to coat your face inside of the tube. Its saltiness mixed with the earthy aroma of his grape-infused musk, and your snout traveled deeper still through his urethra, even more easily than moments ago.
+
+As you closed your eyes to let them disappear within, you also noticed the constant, gentle tug at your face. Although Beetle didn't force you in with his lion-like paws, the walls autonomously pulled on you, like some hungry gullet. You were still in control, squeezing yourself in at your own rhythm – but with its slick fluid and peristaltic motions, the gryphon's dick independently made it clear that it wanted to consume you. Regardless of what Beetle himself felt at the moment.
+
+It just so happened that Beetle was happy to oblige his own member. He gripped your paw under his sheath by the wrist – with the vigorous strength of someone who could barely control it – and bent your arm towards your neck, helping your digits find the flexible skin at the entrance. You took the hint and brought that paw forward, letting it squeeze into the cock as well. Your digits examined the wet, smooth surface of his urethra, while undoubtedly causing the bulge in his fuzzy orange crotch to push further out.
+
+However the bulge would look to others, the warmth creeping up along your neck and horns was a reminder that the outside world would soon be of no consequence. You'd get into his bladder in no time, and the journey so far had been a piss– er, piece of cake.
+
+More and more surrounded by flesh, you could clearly tell that Beetle's body was starting to be more active about swallowing you whole. His coos got more needy, and his heart thumped faster. His cock excreted more pre, and his urethral muscles weren't tugging so subtly anymore. Your first paw was firmly in place, and your head pushed deeper still, giving you enough support to take your other forearm off the ground and squeeze it inside along your chin.
+
+The pliant tunnel accepted it with an audible squelch, its flesh behaving obliviously to your very insistent, girthy intrusion. You wiggled forward, effortlessly sliding your shoulders in. Your eyelids carefully opened, ensuring that none of his fluids would get on your eyes, and the unobstructed path revealed itself to you. There was a subtle upward bend in the bioluminescent urethra, and your snout squeezed into what was likely his prostate, to travel deeper still into his body. The walls shook with Beetle's ensuing moan, dragging you in even more greedily.
+
+Your long neck flexibly bent to guide your head up, while the warm embrace crept down to your chest. As the cock continued to swallow you like a ravenous snake, you noticed a fork in the purple vessel. Beetle's body seemed to guide you towards the narrower ducts, pointing down to the pungent source of that pervasive, masculine stench. You nudged your nose away from it, towards the more subdued aroma that led further up into the gryphon's body. This was the way to his bladder, no doubt.
+
+The muscles didn't fight the deviation, on the contrary. Your head was guided into the novel, unexplored route, his tubes working to settle you into a different room. Your scaly body continued to snake forward, but when the cock tugged on your haunches and pulled your hindpaws off the ground, it was evident that you'd be slurped into Beetle, one way or the other.
+
+But you still wanted this.
+
+Another lurch from his muscles launched your entire head through a sphincter. The smooth surface of the urethra opened up in your peripheral vision and funneled in the back, displaying a hollow – and completely empty – bladder. The peristalsis kept lifting you to this place. As the space proved narrower than it initially appeared, you started to curl around yourself, while the last of your tail disappeared into his cock.
+
+Balled up and cramped, your body slipped along the dry wall to fit in the confines of Beetle's elastic sac, until you were all snug within. You could tell that the organ wasn't used to being stretched; despite the bigger space, the walls felt stiffer than the urethra's, and the gryphon's moans almost sounded like uncomfortable grunts.
+
+"Mmf..." His voice reverberated around you, and his paw squeezed your limited space tighter. "So full...! Almost feels like I have to take a leak. Hehe... I guess it's a good thing that your tail is plugging my urethra!"
+
+You tried to move your appendage at the remark, and he seemed to speak the truth. Most of your tail was trapped outside of the bladder, with its tip likely back at the bend in his prostate. It was too snug to pull your tail in, but that didn't really seem like a concern...
+
+The surroundings shifted forward, and you could tell that Beetle had stood up. He kneaded the bulge you made once again and chuckled.
+
+"At a glance, no-one will even know where you are... I could get used to this! Yeah...this feels nice!" The gryphon strutted as he spoke, and the resulting smooshing felt like gloating. Then he stopped. "Hey, do you also wanna find out how long I can keep you in there...?"
+
+You nuzzled your snout against the smooth bladder. Admittedly, it was pretty nice, and there was no reason to leave so soon.
+
+"Yeah..." You answered warmly. "I-If that's alright."

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+title: Bottom of the Food Chain
+pubDate: 2023-09-27
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 4500
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal size difference oral vore, with semi-willing male feral snake pred and semi-willing feral vole prey.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_14_bottom_of_the_food_chain.png
+description: |
+  A unique opportunity falls onto Muno's coils, but he's not too pleased about it...
+
+  I know everyone is already thinking about October and Halloween, but I still have a Snektember addition to share! This story follows Muno the snake after the events of ["Ruffling Some Feathers"](./ruffling-some-feathers), although you don't need to read that story to enjoy this one.
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  A unique opportunity falls onto Muno's coils, but he's not too pleased about it...
+
+  I know everyone is already thinking about October and Halloween, but I still have a Snektember addition to share! This story follows Muno the snake after the events of "Ruffling Some Feathers", although you don't need to read that story to enjoy this one.
+tags: ['Muno', 'oral vore', 'feral predator', 'feral prey', 'male predator', 'ambiguous gender prey', 'semi-willing predator', 'semi-willing prey', 'size difference']
+prev: ruffling-some-feathers
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  Muno: Bad Manners
+---
+
+Dark gray plates slithered across the track. It was hard for an outside observer to tell, but the snake that the plates belonged to was in a hurry. Muno's destination was still a couple of days away, but his recent altercation with a rather hungry predator pressed him even more for time. He lamented how his mint-hued scales still smelled like owl breath even after a quick bath down the river, but he could only blame himself – and he had a job to worry about instead.
+
+Muno still preferred traveling through the faster route along the forest trail, although it could expose him to any predators. The dense trees would offer him some camouflage against any other birds of prey, and he couldn't afford another extended stay in some stranger's stomach.
+
+His ultramarine tongue flicked out sporadically as he serpentined along dirt and pebbles, smelling the slight perfume of saskatoon and pine trees, typical of the late spring around the area. But his eyes, also of a deep lapis lazuli color, were focused on the road. He'd promised himself earlier to never have naps with owls, and he was adding 'no stopping to smell the flowers' to his list. After all, he couldn't afford any more distractions.
+
+"Sque-eak!" An adorable high-pitched cry grabbed his attention, as did the ruffling of leaves. He didn't need to lift his head from the ground to tell that it had come from a nearby rodent; that earthy smell reaching his tongue was unmistakable. He could hear sounds too, an ability shared between very few feral snakes, and it helped him pinpoint its voice as coming from above.
+
+Muno raised his neck and looked up at a shaking branch. Sure enough, there was a light-gray furball hanging from it, a long tail covered with fur, struggling to hang onto the piece of wood with its tiny paws. The snake recognized it immediately as a vole, but wondered what was it doing up there? As far as he could recall, they lived in burrows, not trees...
+
+"Ack–!" The vole gritted its snout, waving its wide hindpaws midair as it failed to climb back onto the branch. It probably hadn't noticed the reptile on the ground, with how busy it was trying to avoid a fall that was inevitable. Muno looked around, wondering if there was some way to help it. There weren't any other critters nearby, just the two of them – and what looked like berries, growing on the branch the vole was hanging from. Maybe that's why it'd climbed up there?
+
+Whatever the reason, it was clearly about to lose its grip, and there was no time to climb up and help it. The quick-thinking snake slithered right underneath the vole, wrapping its coils like a big mint-scaled target to cushion its landing.
+
+Muno's mind was taken back to one time when the snake himself had also lost his balance from a tree, falling right into a hungry bear's maw. Though unlike the ursine, Muno had no intention of taking advantage of this situation. The little rodent was frightened enough as-is. Hmmm...but was it a bear, or a coyote, that swallowed him when he fell from a tree? He must have gotten the details mixed up, which wasn't typical for him. Perhaps the snake had become a snack for predators too many times...
+
+Without much delay, the vole fell from the branch as expected, and Muno's heart skipped a beat. Poor thing was so small that it'd have likely survived the fall on its own, but his larger and lengthy body was perfectly positioned to cushion it from harm nonetheless. The stout rodent landed on the squamous coils, rolling towards the middle where Muno's tailtip was.
+
+"Oof...! Ow..." The meadow mouse groaned dizzily, lying on its back against the scales. Its beady eyes stared off into the sky, watching the tasty berries far away, on the branch it had been on. It didn't even realize where it had landed. Once its balance was recovered, it pushed its paws against the snake to get back up.
+
+The first thing it stared at was Muno's inquiring snout, and it immediately jumped back and fell right on its back again.
+
+"Gah–! A s-snake...!"
+
+"H-Hello, vole." He greeted it friendly, already expecting that sort of reaction from the stout mammal. "Are you alright? That was quite a fall... I'm Muno, by the way."
+
+"A-A-A talking snake!" It squeaked back, still alarmed as it noticed that it was on the coils of its natural predator. "D-Did I die...?"
+
+The snake had a confused look on his face, staying immobile to avoid any harm to the rodent. "What? No... A-And you can talk too, so I don't get the surprise." Despite remaining still, his blue tongue still flicked out every now and then.
+
+"Oh..." It looked around, noticing the mint-hued scales covering its entire peripheral vision. "W-Well, I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. It's all over..."
+
+Muno tilted his head, giving the vole a better look at his gray-plated chin. "Huh? What do you mean...?"
+
+"You caught me, didn't you? A big, mean predator...making a prey out of little old me..."
+
+"B-But I'm not a predator! I was s-slithering around when I saw you about to fall from that tree, and I had to catch you, or you would get hurt..."
+
+"Not a predator...?" The rodent had a look of disbelief. "But you're a snake! ...And much larger than me, at that!"
+
+"W-Well, I'm not that big. You're just incredibly tiny..." Muno eyed up the round vole sitting on his body. It was slimmer than his lengthy body, and shorter than the snake's snout. "And I have absolutely no intention of eating a poor thing like you. If anything, I'm the one who's usually p-prey to other–"
+
+"O, how cruel is destiny! That I would find myself constricted in a terrible snake's grip!"
+
+"U-Umm..." The concerned snake looked around with a slight flush on his face, wondering if the critter was trying to call out to someone else for help – but he could only detect the vole's smell in their surroundings. "I-I'm not constricting you? Or hurting you, or anything. You can j-just get up and leave, if you want..."
+
+"And now," it continued theatrically, "it tries to trick me with the promise of freedom... Toying with its food before swallowing me whole!"
+
+"But that's not what I'm doing! This is all a b-big misunderstanding..." Why was the vole acting so weirdly, he wondered...
+
+"But my eyes don't deceive me. Here I am, frozen in fright, as the beast prepares to strike...!"
+
+"I'm not preparing to–!"
+
+Muno interrupted himself, as something clicked in his mind. The vole was simply spouting fiction of the highest order, of course. The snake had shown no signs of wanting to harm the tiny rodent, but it kept implying that Muno wanted to eat it. And his words kept falling on deaf, round ears. As if it could only imagine a single scenario. One where the snake would take advantage of it and swallow it down, and nothing else. And in a fraction of a second, those thoughts led Muno to a single conclusion. One The reptile's mint-hued cheeks could have turned crimson if he wasn't cold-blooded.
+
+Maybe the vole -wanted- to be eaten by him.
+
+"Lord of teeming creatures," the vole continued, "heed my plea!" It was only getting more dramatic, eloquent, and...religious?...as time went on. "My short time on this mortal plane has been cut even shorter. I'm regretful that there is so much left undone, but at least I'm consoled that there won't be a soul to mourn me. Though, I suppose that is the natural order of things for a small thing like me, sitting at the bottom of the food chain..."
+
+Confused though he was, Muno couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the term 'food chain'. If anything, he was the one at the bottom, not the vole. He was always the one getting snatched and slurped up like a noodle by bigger and meaner creatures, be it an owl or an anthro, or a gryphon, or even another snake. One time, even by a koi fish that was smaller than him. Muno wasn't ashamed of it – in fact, he'd quickly learned to accept his role as prey for others. The snake always came out unharmed in the end, but it didn't mean that the experiences couldn't be pretty rough.
+
+Nonetheless, he wouldn't stoop to a predator's level. He swore to himself to never harm a fragile creature, or swallow a scared little thing like the vole. But the snake was getting mixed signals from the vole. It seemed more thrilled to have found Muno than anything.
+
+But Muno's chuckle seemed to have startled the vole. "...Why are you laughing instead of gorging yourself on my plump being? Is something the matter?"
+
+"O-Oh, sorry. I was just thinking that I-I'm not really qualified to swallow you, or that sort of thing."
+
+"Why not?! Even an infant knows that snakes are famous for swallowing critters whole!" The vole almost sounded offended that the serpent would refuse such an easy meal.
+
+"P-Perhaps other snakes. But not me... If you wanna be eaten, m-maybe look for someone else...?"
+
+The rodent gasped sharply, crossing one of its stubby arms over its furry chest to feign shock. "Are you implying that I would VOLUNTARILY subject myself to such a treatment?! Preposterous...!"
+
+The melodramatic emphasis on the word 'voluntarily' implicitly told Muno what he needed to know: that the vole wanted to pretend to be an unwilling prey. Right.
+
+And it seemed intent that Muno should be the one to devour it. Just great...out of all snakes out there, the vole had to fall on his lap. By all accounts, he should've told it 'no' straight away, but he always had a hard time refusing anyone – especially when they were staring back at him with beady eyes, twinkling with excitement and just a tinge of terror. At least, he'd be more gentle than any of Muno's predators had ever–
+
+Wait, was he actually considering it?!
+
+...No, there was no way. No way that Muno would gobble down the defenseless critter! And no way that the vole would actually enjoy the idea of becoming a snack. Well...maybe that wasn't true. Admittedly, Muno didn't -dislike- being eaten, so he could relate somewhat. It was cozy, and often thrilling when it involved a big mean predator taking advantage of him. At worst, it was a minor annoyance, like his earlier chance encounter with the saw-whet owl. But he still wouldn't go out of his way and seek out someone to eat him. Much less force the idea down the snake's throat, like the vole was doing. On second thought, was that really the best figure of speech that he could come up with right now...?
+
+But behind the rodent's little performance, Muno wasn't even sure if the vole really wanted it, and he would never get a straight answer with the direct approach. But Muno had a plan, one that involved 'playing along' as far as he would comfortably go. Rolling back his eyes before closing them, the self-conscious snake slowly opened his maw, as if he was silently yawning. Lacking any predatory instincts, the best that he could do was to act it out, leaning into the roleplay aspect of it. Just like the dramatically-inclined vole.
+
+The snake snapped his mouth shut, reopening his deep blue eyes to see if the vole had lost interest. And, of course, it hadn't. It seemed that the ultramarine maw, with teeth retracted into his long jaws, and the gentle quivers of his exposed throat when he'd breathed in and out, had more than worked its magic – and the rodent had melted into a flustered furball. There was no doubt that being eaten alive was also the vole's secret fantasy. But why Muno...? Why him?! The irony wasn't lost on him...
+
+If he set his mind on it, Muno could simply gulp the vole in a single swallow. But he still wasn't sure if he -should-. The idea of partaking in vore without being the prey was still awkward. But seeing how the vole had taken interest in his maw somehow brought it into consideration. No Manner of argument would dissuade it, and the simplest solution would be to go ahead with it.
+
+"A-Alright," the snake conceded, just as flustered as the tiny meadow mouse, "j-just don't squirm in there, please...and stop giving me that look..."
+
+The wide-eyed vole basically froze in front of the stand-in 'predator'. Despite hearing exactly what it had hoped to hear, an expression of disbelief was plastered on its face, and its whole body wouldn't budge. Resting its back on Muno's coils, it didn't seem like the stout critter would take the initiative, much to the shy serpent's chagrin.
+
+Without much recourse, Muno brought his snout closer, his lips now shut, until they poked its soft belly. His blue forked tongue flicked out a few times on the short fur, only getting an accelerated heartbeat from his prey as a reaction. 'His prey'... It was still just as hard to come to terms with it, especially as he tasted it idly. He had to admit that the furball packed a surprisingly rich flavor, but even that did little to awaken any instincts in him. Tried as he might, Muno still couldn't see it as his prey.
+
+Could he even physically swallow it...? O-Of course he could, but the intrusive thoughts had a strong grip on his muscles. He simply couldn't muster the will to open his maw again, and Muno himself was getting impatient at his own indecisiveness. He had to change his strategy here...
+
+Maybe he could approach this analytically. Well... His only instinct was that he wanted the rodent to be safe. And it should be safe within his gastrointestinal tract, in theory. But without the pressing need, he saw no reason to tuck it there. So the snake forced himself to imagine that the vole would be in danger if he didn't swallow it – perhaps, a meaner predator would snatch it instead. Whereas if it was inside of him, it would be safe–
+
+...No, he wasn't completely sold on this. But it was a start. And it helped Muno to overcome the feeling that his jaws were frozen shut, letting him part his lips over that soft, exposed underside. He tried to clear his mind, paying attention to his own movements and trying to ignore the rodent. But the more Muno tried, the more he found that it was impossible.
+
+He could feel the vole's tiny chest thumping rapidly against the scales of his snout as it traced the upper part of its torso. He could feel his own heart racing. The vole's short limbs and even shorter fur brushed against his fleshy gums, and it felt so alien. The texture didn't give such a weird mouthfeel, though. The oddness was mostly from the awareness that the sensations originated from a living being.
+
+"Squeak...!" The tiny voice reached Muno's ears, just a split second before its owner fell into the snake's maw.
+
+The vole was so small, and the snake was too distracted with his own thoughts to realize that his maw had been opening wider all along. He instinctively tried to shut his jaws, squeezing the furry critter's haunches with a toothless bite and prompting a second squeak, muffled between his cheeks this time. His mandibles didn't come down too hard on it, simply pressing on the soft rodent once and realizing how doughy its midsection was. Muno's fangs were retracted as they always had been, so he wasn't worried about his gentle bite harming it.
+
+Muno opened his jaws again as far as they could before freezing, using his coils to hurriedly nudge the pair of hindpaws into his mouth. With barely any effort, the vole was fully inside, except for its furry gray tail. Tiny feet pressed against the bottom of his maw, testing the flesh and giving out more of its flavor. Initially, Muno was worried that its digits would claw into him at any moment during the whole act, but the pawing seemed only curious about the surroundings. It was still hard to accept that the vole would enjoy being his prey.
+
+There was already some saliva squeezing onto the entrapped mammal's skin, though Muno imagined that no lubrication would be necessary to send the round rodent down in a single gulp. And the constant palpation around his maw was unnerving him.
+
+Trying to keep his jaws as relaxed as they would allow, he raised his head, tossing it back to try and tuck the vole away. However, as it turned out, he was too nervous to swallow. The rodent slipped further in regardless, its snout being forced to nudge into Muno's throat.
+
+"Ghk–!"
+
+He instinctively coughed. The walls of his esophagus lurched forward, compressing and pushing the prey back to his mouth. His lungs squeezed too tightly, to the point of aching. But he tried his best to fight the gag reflex, keeping his mouth shut around the vole.
+
+There was some squirming and speaking inside of his mouth that followed, too muted for him to make out any words. But the impromptu reaction from the rodent only made it worse, and Muno's stomach turned, wanting nothing more than to throw up. Maybe he should've listened to his body for once. The only thing that he stood to lose was disappointing the vole, who he didn't even know. His regret only got stronger, and his mind was begging for him to stop. And yet, that reason alone was enough to let the rodent remain lodged in his maw, instead of pushing it back out onto his coils.
+
+He wouldn't stop now. His recent failure only motivated him to try harder, and he tossed his head back once more with a timid gulp. Given their relative sizes, it was surprisingly difficult to scarf down the vole. His body should've been capable of swallowing something much larger than this, but Muno still found that he had to put a lot of mental effort into this. It was so conflicting. And it still felt wrong, somehow. And he still kept trying.
+
+To say that his esophagus was tense would be an understatement, so Muno took deep breaths to relax and avoid choking again. Slowly but surely, he felt the vole sink down into his neck from his maw, and it seemed much bigger and heavier than expected. No...it was all nerves, it had to be. But he now knew better than to simply ignore that weight traveling into his body.
+
+Giving it his all, he focused with concern that he could gag again. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what the vole was going through. Muno had been swallowed by bigger snakes before, so he had a mental map. The whole, long neck was like a large tunnel, its walls made of flesh. In his case, everything should have been ultramarine, but it might as well be pitch black. The other organs, mainly the heart and lungs, were parallel to the throat, and more oblong than those in other animals. The vole was likely passing by them at this point, no doubt hearing the snake's rapid pulse just across from the wall.
+
+At this point mid-swallow, some serpentine predators would normally slither away with their new peppermint-flavored catch. Instead, Muno preferred to stay put during the act. Being sent down to a snake's long stomach was always a slow affair, and... A-And the vole was going down at about the same pace.
+
+Huh.
+
+He opened his eyes and focused again on his coils, watching along his neck where the vole must've been. There was no bulge, but its fur was noticeably brushing against the esophagus on its way down. Automatic peristalsis was fully in control now, gently carrying the furball deeper into his body. He thought that he wouldn't be able to swallow it down, that his body was somehow incapable of it. That it was broken. But here it was, proving Muno wrong. Just like any other snake, he was perfectly capable of gulping down whole prey. Honestly...he didn't know how to feel about it. Glad? Relieved? Guilty? Ashamed? The internal turmoil was conflicting, to say the least. Was he a predator or not?
+
+Whatever the answer, he was more worried about letting the matter work itself out to its conclusion. The vole would get what it wanted. If anything went wrong, at least Muno was confident that he could bring it back out.
+
+Transiting through rolling walls, the small rodent likely wouldn't even register the curvature along the dark gullet of the coiled snake. Nor how deep it was, more than halfway to his stomach. Despite his hesitation, he was curiously very aware about his own body in a way that he'd never experienced before. The snake had wondered if the act of swallowing the vole would spark any hidden drive in him, but that didn't seem to be the case.
+
+He decided to unravel his body, slowly moving his head away from his tail to straighten his mint-hued scales. At first, the diminutive mass in his body – insignificant though it was – threw him off. There really was someone inside of him. He could hardly believe it, no matter how many times the point was hammered into him. The snake wasn't at the bottom of the food chain – but climbing up a single step was an arduous accomplishment. Although he didn't feel any difference in his self-image, nor did he think that swallowing the vole was particularly pleasant to him. He may be a predator now, but only technically.
+
+The light squirms shifted to the back of his throat. The vole was casually squeezed into his stomach, deposited along the wall closest to his belly plates. Muno felt how the empty gastric chamber expanded, cupping the mammal, and how its paws wouldn't stop moving even as its whole body, from stubby snout to furry tail, was sealed behind the sphincter. Ugh... Simply thinking about it suddenly hit Muno with a mild wave of nausea. He took deep breaths to regain his composure, and brought his head to the widest part of his body.
+
+"A-A-Are you okay in t-there...?" He stuttered badly.
+
+No response...other than what vaguely sounded like a muffled squeak. The vole was definitely trying to speak back, but Muno couldn't make out any of its words.
+
+"S-Sorry, I can't hear you. I think– Hic...!"
+
+His head and neck jumped when he stopped himself with an involuntary hiccup, no doubt jostling the rodent around.
+
+"Oh, sorry about that... T-Tap twice at the wall if you're okay."
+
+His request was followed by another silent pause, until he felt the tiny digits kneading the wrinkles of the pliant wall, two times in succession.
+
+"T-That's good, I think... Hic–! Ulp..."
+
+The next hiccup made him queasier than the last. Muno shook his head, and muttered to himself.
+
+"I still can't believe I stopped my errand to do this... W-Wait, my errand!"
+
+Suddenly having his mind cast back to his duty, he looked around at his surroundings. The forest trail was getting darker as the sun approached the horizon. How much time had he wasted, hours...? By all accounts, he had already been late on his schedule. But now he was really jeopardizing his mission.
+
+Muno turned to his stomach again, anxiety temporarily obfuscating his nausea. "I need to let you out now. I gotta get going, I'm in a rush to–"
+
+The stout vole must have mustered all of its energy, wiggling against the gut and pushing all of its four paws out. All of that movement was fully concealed, not even bulging out his scales, but the sudden outburst couldn't be more obvious. But it wasn't an attempt at a escape, his gut feeling told him. Grabbing his attention -was- the goal, and Muno had a good hunch why.
+
+"U-Umm... Are you trying to tell me you wanna s-stay in there?"
+
+There wasn't any response, no squirming or pushing at all. Muno was confused at first...until he realized that the vole was still pretending to be unwilling. Even now, it wasn't gonna drop the charade... In fairness, Muno could empathize with that. Being used to the role of prey, he had acted similarly before, pretending that he didn't enjoy being stuck in a stuffy stomach for who knows how long. Hmm...actually, did Muno enjoy getting eaten as well? It would explain quite a lot. Surprisingly, being the predator for once was putting a lot into perspective...
+
+"O-Okay, then... Heh...g-guess I could use a s-snack for the trip..." He tried his best at teasing his prey, before silently cringing to himself when he heard his own words back. "Er, s-sorry, I should've asked if I could call you 'snack'..."
+
+Muno couldn't say that he'd expected the vole to react with two timid pushes at the wall. The snake was so flustered by the reaction that he could bury his face in his coils and–
+
+...No, that's right. He still had a mission. Deep breaths. He looked back at his body one last time.
+
+"I-I really need to get going...! Ugh, can't believe we're actually doing this... Hic–! J-Just don't squirm so much in there, please, or I'll throw up..."
+
+The vole finally was willing to listen to him. As it settled inside, Muno began to crawl away from the tree it had found it. Back on the trail once more, he continued eastward, following his shadow cast by the setting sun. The extra bit of weight in his middle point didn't impact his slithering as he began to rush, but he could only imagine the otherworldly massage that his occupant was indirectly receiving, from the stomach swaying side to side. There was one silver lining in all of this: Muno's journey no longer would be as lonely as he'd imagined.
+
+Already his queasiness was gone, and instead Muno's mind was preoccupied with plans. Thinking of ways that he and his prey could better communicate with each other while it was in his gut. Projecting how long he'd be able to travel tonight before his slithering body needed some rest, and where he might find some food – after spitting out the vole, of course. Maybe not far from here, so that it could return home...
+
+Although, making note of something it had said during its dramatic rambling, Muno suspected that it didn't really have a home. Something about 'no soul to mourn it'... Whenever he stopped to check on it – and make sure the rodent was safe and sound – he'd have to ask it directly.
+
+Because if that was the case, and the vole had nowhere else to go... Ugh. He shuddered at the thought of eventually being convinced to swallow it all over again.

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+---
+title: Butting into Their Plans
+pubDate: 2023-02-18
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1400
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: first person point-of-view, non-fatal size difference anal vore, willing male feral drake pred, willing PoV ambiguous anthro prey, rimming.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_11_butting_into_their_plans.png
+description: |
+  With other plans for tonight, a drake unwittingly ends up becoming the main attraction for someone else... Not that he'd complain.
+
+  First time explicitly using PoV in a story, with first person in this one. I did try writing in second person before, but couldn't really do it in a manner where I was satisfied with the result. Third person narration still feels more natural to me, but this was still a fun experiment.
+tags: ['anal vore', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'ambiguous gender prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'size difference', 'point of view', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+"Hey! Glad you came!" From the kitchen, I could hear my roommate answering the door. "Make yourself comfortable."
+
+"Mm." A growly voice answered. I've never heard such a deep voice before, and it certainly caught my attention. "Everything ready for tonight?"
+
+"...Oh, shit! Hang on, wait here while I go to the store."
+
+Looking into the living room, I took a glimpse of the door shutting as my roommate rushed out. However, my eyes immediately darted to the couch, where a large wingless dragon was resting, paws splaying towards the floor. His violet-scaled head turned when he noticed me, yet we both froze in silence for an awkward amount of time.
+
+"Never seen a drake before?" He addressed me, with a hint of chaffing. I shook my head. "Mm. Is that why you keep staring at my butt?"
+
+"Wh– I-I-I–"
+
+I turned away, flustered. I couldn't deny the accusation. There was just...something deeply attractive about such a big and naked reptile simply appearing in our condo, almost within reach of my restless hands wringing at each other behind my back.
+
+But I didn't know just yet how -deep- that attraction could get.
+
+"Don't be shy. Come closer." The violet drake invited me, his thick tail already raised to let my gaze transfix back towards his rear.
+
+My legs shuffled meekly on their own, approaching the long quadruped whose extremities were overflowing from the couch, until my paws reached the dark green plates that extended on his underside, specifically the one around his anus. He puckered his ring teasingly, contracting and relaxing to reveal a sliver of the pink flesh within. His genital slit split as well, letting his retracted cock slip out in its whole glory. But I was interested in something else from his anatomy – and the drake could tell.
+
+"Mm. Don't know how long until our friend is back... That said, take your time, morsel."
+
+He perked up his ass even more. This wingless dragon, who I hadn't even spoken a full word to, was already being so pushy – and I kind of loved it. I brought my snout to the hole that was easily bigger than my head, letting my tongue lap at the scrunched creases that twitched in response. A murr signaled his own arousal, allowing me to bury deeper into the relaxing sphincter.
+
+His aphrodisiac smell, subdued on the outside, was even more enticing in his steamy rectum. But even without its effect, I had a clear idea of my next move. My digits grabbed onto the pliant flesh, massaging the anus to let my tongue follow the side fold deeper, as the wall arced away from the entrance into the roomier chamber.
+
+"You want in, don't you?"
+
+His booming voice felt distant even as his insides vibrated with his words. Instead of answering, I plopped my head into his rectum, feeling his anal slimes stick to skin. The drake continued to murr and speak, but the words arrived muffled and jumbled on my matted ears. Not that it mattered – his tone and body were inviting enough, and we both knew what I wanted.
+
+The temperature was rising, or perhaps my body was simply rushing with adrenaline. Either way, it only intensified my wish of being consumed by the drake. He seemed perfectly content to let me do all the work, only moaning or offering saucy words that I couldn't decipher. I burrowed into the musky tunnel on my own, prodding more with my paws than my tongue. My shoulders proved to be no challenge, slipping with ease into the large male.
+
+He shifts a bit to adjust his position on the couch, lifting my legs off the ground. At first, I thought that I'd feel an earthquake, as he'd start humping the cushions. But he seemed to be lying still, probably covering both his erection and the bulge I was forming in his midriff, most likely in case my roommate returned too soon. Crawling in was somewhat harder with more of his weight on me, but I still managed to delve deeper, letting his slimy tightness envelop me and ruin my clothes. With every passing second, I could only care less and less about my shirt.
+
+I couldn't quite pinpoint if the chamber was loose or taut... Until I realized that the folds were pulsating over my upper body. Kneading, squelching, slathering the thick and vulgar goop on me. His willing butt toy. His body so far had let me slip in without issue, but feeling over the smaller tract of his colon with my paws, it seemed to be obstructed by his own weight, making the path too narrow to squeeze through. Still, feeling around more in his rectum, this room alone appeared big enough whenever his walls rhythmically relented, so fully fitting in him might not be a problem in the end.
+
+Working in my chest – then the rest of my torso – at a steady pace, I can feel his ring clenching over my hips. How I wish I wasn't wearing jeans with a belt now... Well, maybe I could undress when I was fully inside. I doubt he'd mind it. My pants were already getting drenched in his natural lubricants dribbling down his ass, dousing what was left of my legs. The drake kept unintelligibly teasing me throughout – how everything rumbled around me only added insult to injury and a blush to my face.
+
+I was up to my knees when the distinct sound of keys jingled through the walls of flesh. My roommate was back from the store, and the wingless dragon realized it, too. His thick tail slumped down on his hole, concealing the rest of my body as I was thrust inside of his anus! Not completely, mind – I could feel his ring clenching on my ankles, and the scales of his tail scraping my soles. He then adjusted his position once more, pushing more of his cock and my bulge against the couch. His guts got even tighter than before, pinning me in place as his walls hugged me and coated me in more slime. I could barely squirm within to make my presence known, and that seemed to be his intention.
+
+My roommate's voice was even vaguer than the drake's, and the two seemed to exchange some comments and laughs over a few minutes. It seemed that the reptile was succeeding in hiding what had just transpired... My heart was leaping out from my chest in excitement. What if I was found out? How long would I even be trapped in here? I wriggled my toes against his appendage, to see if I could elicit a reaction... No response. How long was he intending to keep me trapped here?
+
+There really was nothing I could do − except maybe yell, I guess, but that'd ruin our little secret! The source of the higher-pitched voice walked away into a different room, before I heard some beeps and buzzing... The microwave, perhaps? As it hummed in the background, the world around me shifted once more. The drake's tail lifted itself once again...before what seemed to be a big claw pushed my hind paws directly into the anus! I was smooshed around with the pressure, partially entering the tighter colon with my upper body, right before the wall squeezed me as if it was a large, fleshy paw. The drake seemed to be massaging the bulge that I was making in his midriff. He even whispered something to me... Was it a horny or a caring remark, I wonder? I returned his affection with my paws against the wall, but when the microwave beeped again, he slumped right back down with his belly on the couch.
+
+I did my best to avoid grunting under his weight. Now that I was locked away deeper into the drake, his tract felt even tighter than before! My roommate's voice returned again, apparently still oblivious to my concealed presence. I wondered if the drake was still just as hard, struggling to hide his erection from our mutual friend along with his engorged intestines. My roommate was quite close to the wingless dragon, judging by the volume of the voice. Then, the sound of something crackling, over and over... Someone eating popcorn, maybe?
+
+As fanfare blasted from a distant speaker, I finally realized what Manner of activity they'd planned for the night. Oh, well...! Nothing to do but appreciate the dark surroundings constantly compressing me, and settle in for the whole duration of the movie.
+
+Actually, that didn't sound bad at all...

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+---
+title: Delicacy's Dare
+pubDate: 2023-01-10
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 8000
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal micro oral vore, with willing male deer predator, willing to unwilling male dragon prey, and messy stomach with food digestion.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_6_delicacy_s_dare.png
+description: |
+  Alqpra is willing to get his hands dirty in order to settle a score with Sonos... And a lot more than just his hands.
+
+  I was inspired by a certain dragon's writings, and wanted to try my hand at a few messier themes! Check out [destinyisbad1](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/destinyisbad1)'s gallery if you enjoy stories like this.
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  Alqpra is willing to get his hands dirty in order to settle a score with Sonos... And a lot more than just his hands.
+
+  I was inspired by a certain dragon's writings, and wanted to try my hand at a few messier themes! Check out destinyisbad1's gallery if you enjoy stories like this.
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'feral prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'unwilling prey', 'micro prey', 'messy stomach']
+---
+
+It was a beautiful morning in Mag Skeima, but frankly, why would it be any different in paradise? The sunless sky shone a wonderful blue over fluffy pink clouds, bringing light to the idyllic plains of the fairy lands. The sounds of a new day came from the critters of the grasslands, before the population's blathering was gradually added to the ambiance. Mag Skeima was inhabited by magical folk, some of which would travel between planes to visit the mortal world during the day, while others were perfectly content to spend every moment in this utopia.
+
+Sonos was neither of those. Despite his unusual appearance, with bright pastel green fur except on his tufty pink chest and belly, the anthro deer was simply an earthly visitor. He was one of the few people given permission to travel to the fairy lands, a very restricted opportunity. He intended to make full use of that privilege in the best way that he could think of: by sleeping off his mundane worries.
+
+The stag's hoofed feet were already slightly wet from the dew on the grass, and his antlered head lazily turned to watch the creatures, wild and magical alike, getting ready for another day. Meanwhile, Sonos was looking for the perfect spot for a nap. Perhaps the usual one would do, the hillock by the small river. He sat down on the green blades, then laid back with his hands behind his head. As he watched the birds flying and singing, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he dozed off with a peaceful sigh.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Not far from there, an orange bellflower's petals started shifting, as the occupant of the plant's thimble awoke. A scaly snout poked out from the corolla, sensing that it wasn't just daytime that had arrived just now. Yes, Alqpra thought, the familiar scent of his favorite Outerworlder was unmistakable. Already his drowsiness was wearing off with the fun he was anticipating.
+
+In a flash, the entire flower disappeared, leaving only the fairy dragon hovering in the air before he fluttered away. From afar, his iridescent scales reflecting the daylight would make him look like a tiny star floating above the water stream. Finally, Alqpra spotted the resting deer with pretty colors on the knowe, and his bee-like wings brought him to the ground foliage, landing next to Sonos's ribs.
+
+Like a soap bubble, the fairy dragon's body glimmered with all colors of the rainbow, but cyan was the predominant hue. His whole squamous skin was, unlike most reptiles, soft. The feral fay brought one of his webbed, clawless front paws towards the much larger male, pressing it against the soft fur that smelled of cologne. However, the stag was peacefully out cold; even in his sleep, Sonos looked flawless. Nonetheless, the mischievous fairy wouldn't let the mortal simply be if there was entertainment to be had.
+
+Focusing his mind's eye, Alqpra magically summoned grains of pollen in the air, with as much ease as the bellflower that he'd recreate whenever he needed a place to sleep. He directed the yellow powder into the stag's nostrils, hoping it would rouse him. Judging by the faces that Sonos was making, it was achieving that desired effect.
+
+"Aah...aa-CHOO!!" The cervine's head jerked forward reflexively. He groggily opened his eyes and stared at the droplets of snot that got on his chest's tuft, before wiping them off with his hand. "Ew. What in the–?"
+
+"Sonos Outerworld!" The fairy dragon announced in a high-pitched voice. "It is already morning!"
+
+The deer cringed. Not only was he extremely tired, he had to hear a fairy's annoying shouting on top of that. "Ugh," he groaned, looking at the sparkling feral by his side before turning away, "please let me sleep, newt."
+
+"I am not a newt... I am a dragon, and you know it!" Alqpra swished his long tail annoyedly, before his wings hummed to fly him to the front of Sonos's large face on the other side. "Besides, nights are for sleeping; mornings are for playing!"
+
+"Well, I was awake all night yesterday." The green-furred anthro muttered without opening his eyes. "There was this party that kept going until 5 AM, and instead of driving home, I decided to come here to sleep."
+
+All light in these fairy lands was magical, and there was no sun during the day, so when Sonos closed his eyes, it was as good as dark. Plus, this bucolic world was extremely soothing compared to his urban neighborhood, and even less noisy than the comfort of his home. Except when an annoying fairy tried to disrupt his slumber, of course.
+
+The fairy dragon had been silently praying while the stag attempted to sleep again. "...There! You will probably feel better in a moment, Sonos Outerworld!"
+
+The deer didn't really process what Alqpra had just said, but after a few seconds, he jolted awake. His fatigue was completely gone.
+
+"What– What did you do to me?"
+
+"Oh, it wasn't me. I asked Mag Skeima to make you well-rested. Now we can play!"
+
+He was staring at the tiny dragon with snooty skepticism. "You asked...the fairy lands...?"
+
+"Yes! Mag Skeima's magic is much more powerful than mine, and more permanent, too! If a fairy person needs a new house, for example, they can ask Mag Skeima, and it will make one if it accepts the request. There is no need for construction, or zoning regulations, or general elections... It is pretty convenient!"
+
+"...Too convenient." Sonos sat up, rubbing his eyes. "And somewhat scary, when you put it like that. Anyway, I was really hoping to get a nice sleep..."
+
+"And now you don't have to! Instead, we can settle our score!" The cyan reptile was extremely upbeat as usual.
+
+The stag had to recall what he meant by 'score'. "Ah, yes, your dares... Listen– Alcaparra, was it? I–"
+
+"Alqpra! Alqpra Skeima!"
+
+"Right. Look, I'm not in the mood for your shenanigans today, alright? I just want to enjoy this..." He looked down at the ground. "...grass. Can't you play with someone else?"
+
+"With whom?"
+
+"I don't know... Another mortal? Just cross between realms and–"
+
+Alqpra's head slumped down dejectedly. "I can't."
+
+"Huh?"
+
+"Mag Skeima won't let me visit mortals anymore. It said that I am too... 'mischievous'. That I keep causing too much trouble in the Outerworld."
+
+"Aw, poor thing." Sonos sarcastically feigned compassion, then stood up to walk away.
+
+"H-Hey!" The fairy dragon took off after him in the air. "Won't you play with me? Our score is tied 2-2, after all!"
+
+"I'll pass."
+
+The green-and-pink deer was marching down the hillock hastily, while wiping and straightening the fur on his back with one paw. He knew that the best way to avoid a fairy was to ignore them. However, when the newt-like dragon flew right in front of his face, ignoring him was an impossible feat. Instinctively thinking him a bug because of the buzzing wings, Sonos swatted him with both hands in a loud 'clap!', before he realized his mistake. Wincing out of concern, he slowly removed one of his furry paws, and saw the tiny sprite looking back at him, unscathed.
+
+"Nice catch!" Alqpra cheered, bubbly as ever. He barely covered half of his palm.
+
+Sonos sighed in relief. "Oh, good! I thought I'd hurt– Ahem. Listen, Alqpra. I like playing too, and I like dares, but haven't you considered that... Maybe, just maybe, you aren't allowed in my world anymore because you keep cheating?"
+
+The dragon seemed confused. "Cheating? How so?"
+
+"Well, first of all, when I won our first bet, you said it was a best of three instead... Then, after my next win, a best of five... And then, you cheated on your two victories! And you haven't even told me what happens when you beat me."
+
+"First of all, that is a secret! And secondly–"
+
+"You keep saying that..."
+
+"And secondly," the fairy repeated, "you never specified that I couldn't use my magic for hide-and-seek before you lost the first one!"
+
+The cervine turned his face and scoffed. "That's some crap and you know it... What about the second one, then? You disappeared for the whole day. I'm pretty sure you crossed to my realm so I couldn't find you."
+
+"N-No, I told you I can't do that...! The thing is, I-I–" The magical critter started mumbling, mortified. "...eaten by a..."
+
+"Mm? Speak up." Sonos brought his palm closer to his face.
+
+"...I was eaten by a river frog, alright?! It grabbed me with its tongue, and I spent the whole day inside of its stomach. It was an accident, I swear..."
+
+"You've got to be joking, right?"
+
+"No!" He cried out. "It is true! It wasn't even the first time it happened. Maybe I DO look too much like a bug when I am flying around..."
+
+"H-How did you get out? Were you hurt?" Sonos was slightly suspicious of the small trickster...but maybe Alqpra was being honest for once? The matter of this constituting cheating was currently the least of his concerns.
+
+The dragon sprawled his iridescent belly on the deer's palm, propping his chin up with both hands. "No, I am immortal, so I can't really get hurt. I-It was fine...but scary! Last time, I used my magic to summon a lot of black pepper in its stomach, and then it spit me right out! But it wasn't terrible..." He had the deer's full attention, so Alqpra kept speaking. "Well, it was cramped and wet, but it was empty save for me... If there was food, then I–" His eyes opened wide. "Then I... Then I..."
+
+"...Have I hit you too hard earlier?"
+
+"I-I know...! I know, I know, I know!" The magical micro grinned and shook his tail and wings. "I know what we can do for the next dare! What if–"
+
+The vulpine shook his head, and started speaking over him. "Nuh-uh. I'm not falling for it. There's no way you can convince me to–"
+
+"–in your stomach for an hour!"
+
+"Wha–?!" He dropped his hand in shock, and Alqpra droned in front of his face, instead of falling down.
+
+"Yes! And if I can stay in there the whole hour without getting nauseated, regardless of how much food you scarf down, then I win! Of course, we need some ground rules. You are only allowed to eat -actual- food, so nothing that is dangerous for either of us! And I am not allowed to use any magic that–"
+
+"Stop!" Sonos couldn't believe the preposterous notion reaching his ears. "I've definitely hit you too hard... Or perhaps, not hard enough! Just...leave me alone, alright?"
+
+He waved his hand to shoo Alqpra, but the dragon landed on one of his antlers, out of his reach. "What? So you can 'enjoy the grass' or something? That can't be why you came to Mag Skeima, Sonos Outerworld! I am sure that you have been enjoying our games. And you don't even need to run around all of Mag Skeima for this one!"
+
+The stag disliked when Alqpra hid between his ornate horns, but most of all, he hated that the squeaky voice was right. Well, today specifically, he'd come simply to sleep – and that chance had been stolen from him. But it wasn't just the pretty sights of the fairy lands that prompted him to return several times.
+
+"What would I even get out of this when I win?" He growled, feigning disinterest.
+
+"-If- you win, you will earn bragging rights about eating a dragon! In fact, you might be the first person to do it!"
+
+"Probably not... At the very least, a river frog has already beaten me to that title." Sonos joked. The cervine was actually considering it, and the sprite's eager smile gleamed as much as his scales.
+
+"Then...you will do it?"
+
+"I don't know. It does sound a bit exciting, but it might be dangerous...for you, that is. How would I know when you need out?"
+
+"Open you hands for me."
+
+The deer cupped his paws for the reptile to land on, as it was easier for Alqpra to cast spells when he was concentrated. One of the tiny webbed hands extended towards Sonos's shoulder, and a tiny wooden contraption materialized in a sparkle around the clavicle, fixed to his fur by Alqpra's magic. Atop, it bore an equally diminute orange bell. Between his clawless fingers, an even tinier bell of the same color appeared simultaneously, whose handle he shook once to remotely sound the larger instrument through magic.
+
+"You really like bells, huh?" Sonos remarked.
+
+"Yes! Anyway, I will have this with me at all times. If I ring it twice, it means that I concede and you can puke me out–"
+
+"Puke...? Yuck! In the middle of this place?!" The cervine did have an appearance to maintain, regardless of the dare. "Isn't there a better way to get you out?"
+
+"Hmm... I might have a little bit more magic to– Alright, show me your teeth!" Sonos was hesitant, and only separated his lips slightly. "Come on, do not be shy, Sonos Outerworld! If you are going to eat me, I have to get very familiar with your mouth!"
+
+The stag opened his maw slightly more, and was surprised when the mischievous fairy darted onto the tip of his tongue! Ignoring the subtle deer breath, Alqpra worked his magic again, and materialized an almost invisible string, wrapped on both ends around his waist and one of the incisors respectively. His webbed hands grabbed a section and shuffled it under the light, catching the slight reflection on the thin cord, and then tensioned it a few times to test its sturdiness.
+
+"Alright! You can just fish me back out by pulling this string. You will know that a full hour has passed when the bell disappears from your shoulder. Good luck–!"
+
+A green finger squeezed him from the front, trapping Alqpra in the tightness of the deer's maw when the lips collapsed. The finger, however, soon slipped out, leaving him alone in that mouth. The scaly sprite could still see the pink flesh around him, thanks to the weak glow of his magical skin. But when the tongue, larger than him, began tossing him around, he decided to keep his body still and eyes closed.
+
+It was certainly a unique experience, tasting the squamous fairy in his mouth. Alqpra's body was a lot softer and warmer than Sonos had expected for a reptile, and the taste was slightly reminiscent of freshwater fish, although not as muddy and with a very delicate hint of perfumed sweetness. However, the deer's goal wasn't to savor the fairy, but instead lather him with saliva to make him easy to swallow. After all, if Alqpra's words were to be believed, then Sonos was already behind on time! Once the dragon had been sufficiently massaged in his drool, his muscle tilted to quickly wolf him down.
+
+Alqpra reopened his eyes to see the tongue under his belly and the palate ahead of his snout. He felt the folds in the back of the throat pulling on his tail and back paws; the dragon tried to stay still, but he couldn't help wagging his tail. Nothing excited him quite like a friendly competition with the Outerworlder, even if it required him to get wetter and warmer than he would have preferred. The saliva around him was draining into the tunnel greedily tugging at his small body, and he began to slip inside after a gulp.
+
+Already his hips were pushing into the food tract. His transparent insect wings were consciously glued to his back, and they'd withstood much harsher conditions than this oppressive gullet, but they wouldn't serve him for anything, not since Sonos's mouth had sequestered from the outside. Alqpra squealed in surprise when his legs were squished together even further, revealing how tight the throat truly was. He was flexible enough that it only felt like a strong hug from the kneading walls, ungently dragging him into his friend's depths.
+
+Another swallow collapsed the back of Sonos's tongue against Alqpra's long neck, driving the fay further down the pharynx. His breath was cut short for a brief moment when his chest was pressed on, before inhaling the succinctly fermented odor of his throat. The deer's uvula had entered his view above, and as best as possible, he instinctively avoided holding onto any surfaces with his clingy amphibian-like hands. More saliva was accumulating above the ring clenching at his chest, pooling right up to his cheeks. The next gulp was taking longer to manifest than Alqpra had anticipated.
+
+When the swallow did arrive, a flap pushed his arms away from the tongue. The epiglottis also caused him to squeeze against the back wall, and Alqpra saw the slit of the stag's pharynx tightening to seal him away from the mouth. Of course, his journey towards the cervine's depths was far from over, and he could feel the mucous walls rubbing on all of his scales. Alqpra doubted that he was big enough to make a bulge under Sonos's fluffy neck, but the continued swallows, each one splattering more drops of spit on Alqpra's face from above, meant that the deer still must have felt that obstruction in his esophagus. His glow couldn't travel too far up whenever the muscly surface above him pulled him further in a downward wave, so it really felt that he was sliding down an endless tunnel. The only indication that he was closer to his destination was the increase in both the damp warmth and the acrid fragrance.
+
+He had expected to reach the bottom of the esophagus and bump against a trapdoor, but it seemed that the sphincter had already dilated prior to his arrival, as his tail and legs were given more room to wriggle. When the dragon's hips slipped in next, his weight became too much for the crushing walls, and he fell onto a pool of liquids in the sweltering chamber. It was mostly saliva, but he could see that it also foamed yellow from the acids chewing at whatever Sonos had eaten hours earlier. Some of the goop ended on his lips, and he sputtered, unable to tell any taste aside from vomit. Regardless, he was unconcerned about the digestion, being immortal and all, and focused on winning the dare.
+
+There wasn't much that Alqpra had to do for his part, other than to endure these harsh conditions for the better portion of an hour. It had sounded easy in his head at first, but even in the empty pit, the sensations were a bit overwhelming already. He saw a tiny bell floating in the digestive pool of the ridged pink chamber – the small device he'd conjured to communicate with the deer, which must've gotten lost and swallowed earlier. The dragon carefully grabbed it, and gave it a single ring, hearing the sound coming not from his hand, but somewhere beyond the walls of flesh.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+There was no conceivable way for Sonos to miss the ringing metal piece under his wide fluffy ear. That wriggly mass was no longer obstructing his throat, so the dragon must have arrived safely in his stomach. Sonos could only assume, as Alqpra was too small to make any noticeable bulges, and he wasn't sure if the faint touches below his lungs were phantom sensations or the real thing. Bringing his finger back into his empty mouth, he explored around for that tiny imperceptible floss that would let him bring the dragon back without retching. The deer could feel that it was still attached to his tooth and stretched towards his throat, so at least he could bring him out safely later. All things considered, the mischievous sprite wasn't wrong; this challenge seemed pretty exciting so far.
+
+Sonos wouldn't be satisfied to simply sit it out for sixty minutes, either. He wasn't one to take any dare as trivial – and frankly, that abrupt tendency to hype himself was precisely what had gotten him in this current situation. The stag had been given permission to make his gut even more inhospitable by eating as much food as he could, and he wouldn't squander any advantage. No matter what, Sonos would win.
+
+He started to think of everything that he could devour to make Alqpra learn his place – as food. Maybe something acidic would do the trick, turning his stomach into a boiling pot. He didn't want to hurt the fairy, but given that he was both immortal and liable to cheat, the stag wouldn't let any compassion stifle his chances. Finally, his degree in dietetics would pay off in a silly game!
+
+Sonos was trying to recall if there were any burger joints open this early in the city; the highly-processed meat, along with bread, salt, and cheese surely would do the trick, not to mention a large cup of soda to–
+
+The cervine stopped himself to reconsider. Actually, Alqpra had said something to the effect that Mag Skeima had prohibited him from leaving the fairy lands... Smuggling the micro out in his stomach would certainly invite trouble for Sonos, and the last thing he wanted was to be banished from this place. This left him with pretty limited options. Time trudged on regardless, and he had to make up his mind quickly. Weqta was the first name that came to mind, and he sprinted towards their pâtisserie.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Alqpra imagined that spending more time in that stomach would get him used to it, but in truth, it wasn't any more bearable after several minutes. The repulsive and muggy air simply wasn't made to be breathed, and everything from lightly gurgling walls to the sticky mucus of different sorts seemed to possess an oppressive intent. He was glad not only for being immune to the digestion's ruthlessness, but also for the roominess of the organ, easily some eight times his volume. However, as soon as the Outerworlder was on the move, the iridescent fairy realized that it wasn't a silver lining at all.
+
+Every hurried step jostled the chamber, and given his tiny size, each motion from his host was amplified. The floor under his webbed feet bounced him up until he hit the squishy ceiling, before gravity normalized and plopped him back down. His bee-like wings, matted and glued to his scales, would have no use regardless. He was essentially ricochetting between the top and bottom ridges, rebounding into walls and saliva, with nothing to grab for stability.
+
+Well, almost nothing. One of his fingers felt the string around his waist, and he chose to climb it in that chaotic convulsion. It was all that he could do to cling to his thread, swinging like a pendulum in the middle of the chamber. Accidental though the turmoil was, Sonos was too advantaged already, and Alqpra decided then and there that avoiding the quakes was in the spirit of their dare. He'd managed to hold onto the tiny bell this time, and since it was a magical object, it wouldn't accidentally ring from all the stirring unless he willed it.
+
+The steps continued but had calmed substantially, but the micro knew better than to simply let go of the string just yet. It seemed that the anthro had arrived at his destination, and there was no way for him to tell where that was. He focused quietly on the sounds from outside.
+
+"Good morning to you, Master Sonos Outerworld!" Someone else's speech reached the dampened chamber, but Alqpra couldn't place that ethereal tone of voice. "May I have the pleasure of serving you the finest breakfast that Mag Skeima can offer?"
+
+The stag replied to him, his voice reverberating in the organ. "Good morning, Weqta. Yes, you may! I was just thinking of how -hungry- I was on the way here..."
+
+Of course, Weqta Skeima. In hindsight, the dragon shouldn't have been surprised, since Sonos seemed to love the suck-up's baked goods. Alqpra disliked every moment near that buffoon as much as inhaling that acrid air around him, but it was clear that he lacked for choice on both matters...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+"Excellent!" Weqta continued in their menial delivery. "Please, come and sit by the counter. I have prepared many fresh confectioneries this morning that you may choose from!"
+
+Sonos had water in his mouth from the smells in the quaint bakery, his scaly appetizer not a fulfilling breakfast on his own. The deer obliged, and directed himself to one of the tall stools, while admiring the fairy of a matching height to his.
+
+The magical folk of Mag Skeima had different shapes and sizes, and Weqta also was completely unlike any normal person that the stag had met. Unlike the fairy dragon, they were a shape-shifter, or a puck, to be precise. Their appearance was of a tall and thin anthro with smooth indefinite features, but what was most striking was their complete lack of color. Weqta was of the purest white, unaffected by lights or shadows, and looked like a negative silhouette, although they didn't glow in the dark any more than Alqpra did. From the lack of depth perception, it took Sonos's brain some time to understand that they were not simply a white person-shaped burn in his retina. And despite their shape-shifting abilities, Weqta preferred to look like a hare most of the time, with two long ears on the top of their otherwise featureless head. The cervine still recalled their embarrassing first meeting, when he'd accidentally called the puck a 'ghost'.
+
+He never could be sure if the fairy was staring away from him or not – although they could see despite the lack of physical eyes –, but their next question cleared his current doubt.
+
+"Master Sonos Outerworld, might I inquire about this curious contraption on your shoulder?"
+
+"Oh, this?" The deer glanced at the bell. "Don't worry about it. It's just for a dare with Alqpra."
+
+"Alqpra Skeima..." The puck repeated. "I am surprised that you still bother with that...insect, given all of the fuss which he puts you through."
+
+The bell rang once just then, and Sonos realized two things. Firstly, that the mischievous reptile was snooping into their conversation. And secondly, that he still had a bet to win.
+
+"Say, Weqta," his finger pointed through the glass display, "could I try that croissant?"
+
+"Of course, Master Sonos Outerworld." Their hazy pale hand reached for the moon-shaped dough, setting it on a plate. "As a pâtissier, it brings me no small amount of pleasure to delight you!"
+
+As it turned out, Weqta was being quite literal, and the stag knew it. The pastries were prepared as anyone on Earth would; however, during baking, the puck would add their magic into the different doughs. Not only did it make their sweets heavenly, but it allowed the blank shape-shifter to 'feed' off of their customers' satisfaction. There were no negative side-effects for Sonos, and he got to try some delicious desserts unlike any back home for free; hence, he didn't mind the symbiosis. For this bakery, the mortal was always willing to make an exception in his otherwise well-regulated diet. But he wondered if Weqta's enjoyment of feeding others had any relation in nature to Alqpra's quirk for gambling.
+
+However, he didn't ruminate about it. His bet against the consumed feral was still on his mind, of course, but he wished to ingest the pastry for hunger's sake. A fork in his hand cut through the croissant, pleasantly crackling the doughy sheets to break off the tip. The stag was careful to not drop any crumbs outside of his plate, especially on his groomed pink chest. Sonos brought the cutlery closer to his mouth, and closed his teeth over the bite. The flakes immediately began to dissolve in his tongue, leaving a buttery and plain – yet sweet – taste.
+
+"Mm!" Weqta, unable or unwilling to eat their own confections, uttered a short moan when Sonos would have, if the Outerworlder wasn't focused on chewing the bread. "I have outdone myself, if I may say so!"
+
+When the deer had sufficiently tasted the slightly buttered dough, he swallowed it down to clear his mouth. Already he reached for another bite, knowing that it would please the puck far more than any spoken sugary praise.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Alqpra had reached the ground of the stomach again, now that things had calmed down. Judging by the conversation taking place outside, the real challenge would begin soon. He was warily excited, having experienced first-hand how brutal a stomach could be even to a magical immortal drake. Still, it was his idea for a dare, and he would endure it.
+
+The swallows coming from above brought his attention to the sphincter, temporarily shut while Sonos's food was ingurgitated. Whatever was traveling down the squishing throat could only end up in one place, after all. In fact, Alqpra realized that it would fall directly down, and the sparkling reptile decided to take a few steps back.
+
+Too little, too late, as the first bolus splashed down into the chamber, slathering his head and neck with goop. The cyan fairy jumped back to avoid getting hit by the next sludges, and tried to wipe whatever had gotten onto his scales. Some of the butter from the baked dough wasn't rubbing off that easily, and Alqpra gave up to watch the invasion sedimenting next to him. It was mud-like in appearance, and yet had a sweet smell, from the saliva's enzymes attacking the starch. Alqpra had no knowledge or interest in mortal food, plus he never would have asked that airhead Weqta Skeima about it, but he was fairly certain that this 'cry sun' didn't look anything like this on the way in. Their magic had clearly worn off from the snack, and it was now plain food, losing its consistency as the acids and drool slowly processed it into a gnarly soup. He was glad that the fluids drenching his body only gave him a sweltering, gross, perpetual hug, and couldn't digest him as it did food.
+
+The banging sounds of a fork hitting a plate continued outside while Sonos devoured the rest of the croissant with gusto. Alqpra heard not only as the annoying puck squealed in joy at the last bites, but the deer moaned while he finished his snack. He couldn't believe it... Was the Outerworlder actually delighted by the food? The soggy bread kept lining more of the floor of the sultry stomach, with the last sluices from the throat joining the mix. The slobbery paste made it hard to lift his paws off the ground, even as he stood opposite the entrance. With some curiosity, he licks it off of a finger, finding that it simply tastes and reeks of nasty stomach stuff. Why had the stag enjoyed the flavor of this disgusting dish, and not the fairy dragon's? And why was he jealous of a pastry, for eliciting Sonos to moan from taste alone?
+
+"Would you be interested in another confectionery, Master Sonos Out–?" Weqta resumed speaking.
+
+"Yes, but you don't need to call me 'Outerworld' every time... I was wondering, do you have anything with fillings? Like jam, or–"
+
+"Ah, but I do! This is the perfect item for you, Master Sonos. If you are an appreciator of donuts, then you'd be foolish not to try one of these Berliners that I've prepared!"
+
+It was past the half hour mark, judging by the waning magic of his bells. The cervine was truly diving into the challenge – or had already forgotten about him in favor of a meal. His shiny scales were already a dull cyan, matted under the nasty juices unsuccessfully trying to break it down, but the walls were producing more of the bubbly yellow chemical after actual food had arrived. The stomach would likely get even more acidic soon, oppressing Alqpra's senses further. He could still breathe in this stifling air, but the increasing gurgling noises, the rumbling tightness of the fleshy wrinkles, and of course, the attack on his senses of touch, smell, and taste were close to triggering an escape instinct. Focusing on maintaining a steady breathing, it was the best that Alqpra could do to manage his composure, but his expectation of lasting for the whole dare was slipping away. Ringing the bell on his hand twice started to feel tempting... But he would resist for as long as he could.
+
+The sounds above – the deer's deliberate mastication, and the puck's insidiously deviant moans of gratification – were familiar indicators that more food was down its way. Once again, Alqpra's lack of knowledge on Outerworlder culture gave him few expectations, but he was sure of two things. First, that the snack must have looked and tasted excellent. And second, that it would definitely churn itself into the chamber completely devoid of that magical beauty associated with Mag Skeima.
+
+Still, the fairy dragon expected a half-solid sludge just like with the last pastry, but what was squeezed through the esophagus was a more complex mixture. It had a variety of colors and textures to it. There was that same light brown paste slathered in saliva, but also a juicier dark jam, bringing a fruity aroma to sweeten the pungent smells. The wet and dismissive splash that followed sent shivers down Alqpra's spine. The body treated the food carelessly, just like it had treated him.
+
+He took steps closer to the new bolus, his feet sinking into the digestive mud. The dragon tried to get a better whiff at the smell of the pastry, but he ended up inhaling some of the powdered sugar suspended in the air, making him hack and cough. More of that new sludge was pushed into the astringent chamber, and its walls, which had remained calm and quiet so far, began to growl as it'd started to feel full, eager to digest the complemented breakfast. The pink folds pulsed and collapsed, raising the acids around the hoard of dough as they compacted as well. As the organ shrunk, the deer released the stale air in a long belch, which felt like a thundering earthquake inside. Such an uncharacteristic bad Mannered gesture coming from the impeccable Outerworlder must have looked amusing, but inside, it was anything but. Alqpra's three paws on the ground were lightly buried as the mass shifted, the webbed fingers caught underneath and making it hard to get unstuck, while the matted scales on his back were coddled against the wall. The freshly-produced acid was hot on his skin, not enough to hurt the iridescent sprite, but to make it known that the stomach simply wouldn't let him peacefully be.
+
+The astringent chamber must have reached half its size as the flesh bunched up on its claims of pastries and squirmy reptile. It rumbled and massaged the clay, letting the foamy yellow water coat it inside and out. The sweetness of the jam did nothing to alleviate the tangy smell, instead its fruity aroma made the air feel bitterly citric. And whenever the fairy dragon tried to squirm out from the spongy grasp of the pastry, more dough was shoved onto him, reverting any progress. Three of his legs were mostly stuck in this repeating struggle, with his remaining paw holding the bell above the quicksand. Less than fifteen minutes, and victory would be his. Alqpra wasn't sure if he'd be able to last until the end if Sonos kept eating, but the space at the top of the reduced stomach was running out, so perhaps he'd grow tired of eating food...
+
+"I'm glad that I could satisfy you, Master Sonos." Weqta Skeima spoke, clearly pleased with themself, and their remark made it over the groaning folds into Alqpra's acid-drenched ears. "Would you care for a cup of tea, to–"
+
+"No need." His hand patted the nearly-filled tummy, shoving the contents around a bit, and a short burp stole a bit more of precious air. "Excuse me... Anyway, I think I'll try another one of those donuts. Berliner, you said...?"
+
+"U-Umm..." Alqpra had never heard fluster in the puck's tone before. "Are you sure that's wise, M-Master Sonos?"
+
+"I'm still so hungry."
+
+With that blobby cake taking up almost all of the chamber, still the stag hadn't exhausted his tricks?! The exhausted dragon couldn't believe his ears... Alqpra might have been infamous in Mag Skeima for his mischievousness; but when challenged in a dare, Sonos was a match to no-one. His heart sank with dread when he realized just how much more the cervine would put him through in this scalding hell. To Alqpra, losing felt a very likely possibility.
+
+Still, it depended on how much more he could endure. Two rings of his bell would be his ticket out; his omission would signal his victory. The Outerworlder was masticating his next pastry much faster, perhaps unsure of how much time he had left. Instead of the puck's usual squeals of happiness, their ethereal voice grunted, perhaps with a hint of nausea. Maybe the magic in his doughs also happened to transmit negative emotions? In that case, the micro fairy silently gloated about how, even indirectly, they were responsible for bothering that buffoon.
+
+There was little that Alqpra could do but wait, sinking into the shifting mass as it was churned around. His legs, tail, and belly were all submerged by this point, and he'd given up on climbing out. His lungs were heavy, pushed down by the paste while the pungent damp air was recycled over and over. It was chaotic, almost unbearably so, being treated as nothing but a digesting snack and kneaded into the nutritious goop.
+
+He stared again at the unclean bell in his hand, legitimately contemplating... It was always a shame to admit defeat, but perhaps it was best to cut his losses while Alqpra still had a shred of self-respect. Cleaning himself would be the worst, doubtlessly carrying those acidic smells on his skin for who knows how long, and unable to fly even after being rinsed before the hot sunless sky had dried his bee wings. He shook his paw, and a single 'ding!' was heard loud and clear above in response. This was it, then. He raised his hand again–
+
+It was just a split second too late. The chewed pastry that had been swallowed was unceremoniously dumped on what was still exposed of the fairy dragon's matted scales. The entombing made him panic, and the handle of his instrument slipped from his grasp.
+
+"No...!"
+
+Adding insult to injury, the stomach whimpered loudly, its clenching walls tossing him around in that goop. He couldn't see the pink flesh anymore, only a sweetened brownish mud burying him from every side. Still, the chamber's grip on its claimed spoils was unrelenting. Alqpra opened his tiny jaws to push around some pockets of air, making them larger and easier to breath, but also causing that mixture of sugars, broken-down carbohydrates, and vomit into his own mouth and tongue. It was strong enough to temporarily cloud all of his other overstimulated senses. Much so that it blurred the barrier between himself and the rest of breakfast, though thankfully not in a physical sense.
+
+Sonos was normally very concerned about his appearance and personality, hoping to achieve nothing short of perfection, but his autonomous stomach was a different story. Ruthless, messy, hostile. It was disgusting – an internal and literal dark side contrasted to his outward, pastel appearance. Alqpra had been completely isolated from the beauty of Mag Skeima. This felt ugly and perverse, unlike anything that he had experienced before in the fairy lands. A taboo and a secret, only the fairy dragon-turned-snack was lucky to share in it. It felt degrading, yet...exciting. Had the stay in the digestive chamber irreparably damaged a part of his purity? He questioned himself, right before wondering what other Manners of hideousness were hiding from him in plain sight, awaiting to be uncovered.
+
+For now, however, he closed his eyes, accepting his bad destiny as a filling in that mush, a fate accentuated with some drops of purple jam and powdered sugar sticking at the gaps between his glazed scales. His dulled senses and incoherent thoughts brought him into a stupor, an orchestral synesthesia from the stomach trying and failing to work him down regardless if he fought back or not...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Sonos could tell that the baker wasn't used to feeding off of negative emotions, as the minor discomfort that he felt from stuffing himself was causing Weqta quite some grief. Or maybe the deer just wasn't aware of his actual sensations, stifled by the need to win, and his tummy was actually fuller than it felt. There was barely any more saliva being produced in his tired mouth, which ached from all the chewing to compensate the lack of lubrication. The only liquid inside was the juicy filling of his Berliner. A strained swallow brought another mass down his esophagus, headed toward his now hefty stomach. Its interior now consisted almost entirely of pastries, and if Sonos could've sensed some diminutive sensations from Alqpra probing around earlier, it was now indistinguishable from the natural processes taking place. His concern for the mischievous fairy's well-being was overshadowed by the thrill of the challenge, although he'd been assured that the dragon would be safe.
+
+He stared at the remaining bit of the cute treat in his plate, but Sonos shuddered at the thought of taking another bite. How much longer did he even have before his automatic defeat was announced? The bell had ringed once a few moments ago, and he was disappointed that it didn't sound again for his victory. Alqpra must've been condescendingly laughing at the sliver of hope that he'd waved in front of Sonos's nose, he imagined. Perhaps it wasn't so bad to be in a filled stomach, after all...
+
+The full hour ended, and his shoulder was relieved from the weight of the small wooden bell tower, as it vanished into thin air.
+
+"W-What happened?" Weqta's shaky voice asked, lifting their monochrome arm to point.
+
+"I lost the dare." The bright green-furred deer sighed. He was disappointed that Alqpra had finally shifted the score, but glad that he didn't have to stuff himself anymore.
+
+Well, he thought, nothing else to do but congratulate the winner. He brought his index finger in his pink mouth, and felt the string around his tooth. Still stretched towards his throat, thankfully. His eyes turned to the pale silhouette standing behind the glass display.
+
+"You might want to look away, Weqta. This is going to be gross." He warned.
+
+The puck was simply confused, but didn't avert their gaze, apparently. The stag wouldn't bother with him. His finger was wrapped around the invisible floss, feeling its sturdiness against his fur, and began pulling it out. The first inch or so of cordage tolerance came out easily, meaning that the fairy dragon hadn't traveled -too- deep. But now it tugged back, likely from the micro finding himself stuck on the food in the stomach. He kept applying a bit more force, worried that the string might snap... but when a gurgle shifted around the contents in his belly, he managed to pull out a bit more.
+
+He felt a solid mass push against the entrance of his sack, refluxing into the bottom of the throat with another yank. Sonos held his breath to make the ascent easier, steadily raising the tiny fairy against the peristalsis. Alqpra felt a bit heavier than usual, likely from some gross gunk clinging to his scales – all the more reason to free him quickly. Sonos calmly pulled him up until he left his esophagus, and the deer could smell and taste the gnarly vomit when the scales brushed his taste buds again. Wanting to avoid barfing much more than just the sprite, he simply leaned forward and spat him on his plate. Finally, his little friend was free, lying in a puddle of acid and spit in that bright white plate, across the uneaten half of a holeless donut.
+
+Sonos was inspecting the dragon, who was lying still but breathing steadily. Alqpra absolutely reeked of digestion, and the cervine didn't dare approach his nose. Those normally bright, iridescent cyan scales were unrecognizable, a thin yellow and beige matte film covering most of the armored skin. There were a few chunks of chewed dough clinging to some parts of him, especially his completely unrecognizable bee wings. Alqpra sputtered some of the vomit from his throat, and shakily stood up. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the light.
+
+"A-Alqpra?!" The puck yelled in utter shock. "W-What in Mag Skeima's name did you do to him?! Hurk...! I'm gonna be s-sick..."
+
+"You...can't puke...you airhead...!" The tiny dragon tried to retort, still catching his breath as his lungs finally enjoyed the rich and clean atmosphere of the bakery.
+
+Weqta was leaning against the other wall, clearly feeling sick at the sight. Their ambiguous form was even blurrier as the shape-shifter struggled to maintain it, the hare-like ears disappearing as they couldn't focus on their magic. Meanwhile, Sonos was calm, and simply wiped his lips and tongue on a napkin, getting rid of that foul flavor. His belly was full, and his friend was safe, but the aftertaste of defeat was too sour.
+
+"I guess you've won, then. I didn't think you would last that long." The Outerworlder admitted, disappointed. Being careful not to touch that slimy skin or pushing him too hard, he rubbed the tip of his napkin against the bigger pieces of food still sticking to Alqpra. "How bad was it inside?"
+
+The fairy dragon's mind was still cloudy, processing all that he'd been through. "Absolutely...awful. Stomachs are not made for things like me..." As a dietitian, Sonos could only nod in agreement. "When that...'bear gleaner' thing knocked the bell out of my hand, I thought I was done for..."
+
+The deer's eyes widened, and he jumped off of his chair. "You lost your bell in there?!"
+
+"Don't worry, Sonos Outerworld... It should have disappeared at the same time as the one on your shoulder–"
+
+"That's not what I mean. You just said you cheated!"
+
+The confused dragon, raising himself on that yellow puddle, turned around to face Sonos. Realizing that he was still attached to him, he magically withdrew the string linking them. "How did I cheat this time...?"
+
+"You had to keep the bell on you all the time! Otherwise, what if you wanted to give up early? That's, uh...forfeit! You forfeited!"
+
+Alqpra shook his head, spattering some acid around. "No...! First of all, I was not going to give up," he lied, "and second, it'd be a default, not a forfeit!"
+
+"It's the same thing."
+
+"It is not the same thing, Sonos Outerworld! I know more about dares than you do!"
+
+Weqta, still trying to calm themself down, silently watched the back-and-forth of them shouting at each other. It was customary for discussions between the two to end as such.
+
+"So...what, then?" The deer asked. "Do I win by default?"
+
+"Of course not! I still lasted the whole hour–"
+
+"I don't care, you still cheated. We had an agreement!"
+
+The murky sprite sighed. "Fine. I will agree to a draw."
+
+"A draw...?!"
+
+"But we still need to settle on a counter-dare."
+
+"A counter-dare? Are you insane?! Alright, I'm leaving Mag Skeima for today. Oh, and don't bother me next time I'm here..."
+
+"Wait!" Alqpra shouted after he got out of his stool.
+
+Sonos paused and turned. "What?"
+
+"Can you at least take me to the water stream? I need to wash this gunk off."
+
+The stag looked at the sorry state that the fairy dragon was in. He couldn't leave his adversary like this, after all. Sonos approached him, and carefully grabbed the rim of the plate to lift it, along with Alqpra and half of a sweet pastry inside.
+
+"What? I wasn't going to touch you like this."

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+title: Eggs for Months
+pubDate: 2022-07-20
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 7700
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: size difference, non-fatal sheath vore, with male feral gryphon pred and female anthro crow prey. Also includes dubious consent sex scenes, and lots of egg play and insertion (oral, cock, vaginal).
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_1_eggs_for_months.png
+description: |
+  Avelia needs help with a curse, but things quickly take a weird turn. Egg shenanigans ensue.
+tags: ['sheath vore', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'female prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'size difference', 'egg play', 'dubcon', 'straight sex']
+---
+
+Avelia woke up to realize that it was that time of the month again, which she hated. The anthro crow recognized the weight and discomfort in her enormous belly. It was filled with eggs, but not normal ones. Each one of them was unfertilized, had a very hard shell, and worst of all, was about as big as a cantaloupe. Having one of them would have been an awful burden to bear, but right now, with a huge belly staring back at her, she must have been carrying six or seven of them!
+
+It was an undeserved punishment. All that she did was piss off a random witch, and a short incantation later, Avelia's fate of bearing comically unsuitable eggs once a month was sealed. Who did that witch think she was, turning her spells against defenseless, non-magic users? And to top it off, it seems that every month, the amount that she carried would increase. It was quite a scare when the black-feathered woman had to bear just one of them on the first time – as if she had turned fully pregnant overnight – and then strain to push it out... But then the next month, two would appear. And three the next, and so on... It had been about 7 months now, and at this point, it was simply ridiculous!
+
+Her womb eventually became stretchy due to the stress from the large intrusions, and so did the crow's vaginal canal where they exited her from. Her cervix still labored the most out of everything else in the process, but it had eventually become numb from dilating for the monstrous eggs. It was no longer an unbearable act, but even if Avelia had managed to survive the curse for this long, she didn't want to risk waking up one day to her insides bursting open with dozens of eggs, so she tried to figure out a way to get rid of the spell.
+
+No town doctors would help her, as they'd shudder at the mere mention of a curse. So eventually, she settled for more unorthodox methods, after a clandestine meeting with a fully-robed figure, claiming to be a great wizard's acolyte. They instructed the crow to meet them on the noon following the first full moon, after the curse would hit. She had heard rumors about such great wizard, whose identity and methods were shrouded in mystery – either this great wizard did something illegal, or it was just a marketing ploy to attract desperate customers like Avelia herself, she reckoned. Even so, the rumors were always about how they had cured their fair share of diseases without any payment in return, so it very much was worth a try to get rid of her curse as well.
+
+Getting up from her bed wasn't terribly difficult, since despite their hard shells and big size, the eggs weren't that heavy on their own. Turning to the side of the mattress and sitting up – with the eggs audibly clacking against each other's surface –, she managed to stand up, adjusting for the new center of gravity. Other than the slight soreness of Avelia's organs being stretched to a new limit, the challenging part was maneuvering with her huge belly, to avoid bumping into anything.
+
+She wanted to expel the cantaloupe-sized things inside of her as soon as she could, which would take a long and pained effort from her, but per the instructions she'd received from the acolyte, Avelia wouldn't try to lay them herself outside of the great wizard's presence. She was already dressed from last night in preparation, so the crow simply set out for her destination.
+
+The designated spot was at the unsupervised mountain trail, by the second sign, outside of the eyes of the law or any passersby. It was a short walk from town, during which she tried to avoid anyone who could hear the jostling inside of her with each step, embarrassed of being seen as a living instrument, rattling about. She reached the wooden post, standing in a clearing among the tall pine trees. Avelia also confirmed that the sun was straight above her, so she had arrived right on the designated time. But there was not a single soul nearby, which was kind of strange. The crow decided to wait, leaning on the sign instead of sitting down because, as absurdly pregnant as she was, that would require her a lot of extra trouble to get back up, which just wasn't worth it.
+
+What the crow failed to notice was that she was being observed from high above by a circling creature, a massive feral gryphon to be exact. Kiqzich had left his nest today in search for food, looking for anything appetizing in his territory on the mountain to fill his stomach. Sure enough, the brown-and-gold hybrid had spotted what seemed to be a very fat anthro crow standing in the opening between the trees; the perfect snack, he thought.
+
+Avelia had no time to react to Kiqzich swooping down on her, knocking her down. The wooden signpost took the brunt of the force and snapped right there, but thankfully her bones and eggs were still intact. But there was little she could do as the large gryphon's talons grabbed her as he took to the skies once again – except squirm and scream in Kiqzich's grasp, but not that it would do her any good.
+
+He very quickly made it back to his nest, on the opposite side of the mountain, and placed his catch on the ground. He dropped her a few inches off the ground, and Avelia landed with an "oof!" on her side onto the nest. She couldn't stand back up without help, so the crow turned around until her back was facing down while managing to have her belly slightly to the side, and craned her neck up as best as she could to look around.
+
+She inspected her surroundings in the nest. The mostly soft and smooth ground was made of interleaved twigs, grass, and moss, and it spanned a large area, around the size of two small rooms in total. Instead of a ceiling, it was partially shielded from sunlight and rain by the branches full of leaves of a large droopy tree with a very thick trunk, that also served as a wall from one side. Another wall was the rocky mountain itself, and the remaining exits were an almost-vertical dropdown. The only routes out from here would be climbing down (which Avelia couldn't do in her current egg-brimming state), or flying away (which only the gryphon could do).
+
+However, the crow was more immediately concerned with Kiqzich, the gryphon who was around three times her height in length, who was now observing her. Now that he could see Avelia up close, he was disappointed that his catch wasn't plump like he expected, but filled with eggs. Worst of all, he could tell that those were spawned by a prankster's spell, so their insides lacked any edible whites or yolks too. "That's a terrible curse you have", he said in a deep voice, annoyed.
+
+Avelia had never met a gryphon before, and she was stunned to know that he could speak. But he knew of her curse... Maybe this was the wizard she was looking for? She didn't expect them to be a giant rude gryphon, who would just snatch her and almost give her a heart attack like this... but he had arrived in the right place at the right time, didn't he? "Are-Are you the great wizard?", the crow asked.
+
+'Wizard?', he thought to himself. The only wizards that Kiqzich knew were annoying intruders to his territory on the mountain, and he definitely wasn't one of them. Still, he thought it would be fun to play with his food, and see where it led. "What is it that you need?" He asked, intentionally avoiding to answer her question.
+
+She was impressed, never anticipating that things would turn out like this. She looked around at the nest; it wasn't anything like she'd expected a great wizard's abode to be. In fact, there wasn't anything other than the nest's ground itself. No spell books, no potions, nothing... This 'great wizard' was certainly unusual in every way. Maybe this was all for show, and he was so powerful that he could conceal his true identity and home with spells?
+
+Kiqzich was starting to get annoyed again. "Well? Have you come to my domain because of your curse?"
+
+"Oh, sorry! Y-yes, exactly. My name is Avelia, and as I'm sure your acolyte has told you already, on every first full moon, my womb fills with... -these-." She emphasized by jiggling her belly, some audible clacking coming from inside as the bulges shifted. "I was hoping that you could break my curse?"
+
+Seeing her egg-laden belly, the bulges moving and rattling in the small avian, awakened more desires in him than just hunger. An idea which involved her eggs crossed the lion-eagle hybrid's mind, and he furthered his deception. "I can help you get rid of your eggs, Avelia, on one condition." If Kiqzich could smirk with his beak, he would have. "You must promise me that all of your eggs will be mine."
+
+It was a weird request, but if he really was this great wizard, she wouldn't object. "Fine, if you say so..."
+
+"No." He growled. "You must promise me properly."
+
+What an odd thing to ask. Was this part of the counter-spell to break her curse? "Okay... I promise that you can have all of my eggs, mister... uh..."
+
+"Kiqzich. Now lie down and spread your legs." The gryphon barked.
+
+"O-oh, okay...?" Avelia did as instructed, giving this Kiqzich a plain view of her cloaca. Whatever he intended to do, she knew that it was going to be weird, just like the rest of this day had been.
+
+He brought his large head to her opening and took his tongue out as he began to explore her vagina. Being filled with eggs made her snatch extra sensitive, and she felt a shiver from the initial teasing of his lapping. His muscle pushed into her tunnel, and she could feel Kiqzich's yellow beak intruding her as well. The brown-and-gold gryphon found that the walls of her vagina were not loose, but very stretchy still. As his tongue lapped deeper and deeper into her without resistance, he could feel her insides filling up with lubricating juices in response, which was a great sign for what he had planned.
+
+He already had half of his beak inside of the crow while she was quietly moaning. "Start pushing the first one," he ordered, and Avelia promptly started straining to push an egg out. Kiqzich felt her insides shift as her cervix now pushed down onto his beak, and his tongue aimed at this new target. This was a completely new sensation for the black-feathered anthro, and she would have jumped in surprise if she wasn't concentrating on dilating her ring around a large egg. Still, it seemed that his cunnilingus was making it more pleasurable and, therefore, more bearable.
+
+Her womb started to bulge down as the first egg finally began to emerge, round side first. She whimpered when she felt Kiqzich's beak dig further in, its two pointy ends in each jaw positioning around the dilating cervix. The tongue circled around the exposed perimeter of the hard eggshell, both lubricating the object and relaxing her muscles. With his eyes just outside of her cloaca, she could feel the flat part of his upper beak bulging out her skin on the pelvis – and she would probably see it too, if there wasn't a huge belly full of eggs in the way. With how his mouth was positioned inside of Avelia – and adjusting to follow the dilation of her ring –, her egg would have landed perfectly into his beak. In fact, that was exactly what Kiqzich intended to do.
+
+The wide part of her egg finally passed, and the rest would slowly slide out from the uterus. The first one was always the hardest to pass, Avelia thought, so the rest would probably come out more quickly. The gryphon's tongue retracted into his mouth to make way for the oval object, and when the sharper end finally escaped her womb, the whole thing plopped into the middle of his mandibles. It felt pretty alien to the crow, as if the egg she had been pushing all along simply disappeared instead of stretching her canal to leave her body. As for Kiqzich, he licked the egg in his open mouth profusely, tasting the sweet uterine juices covering its hard shell. It felt big, and even if it was completely useless for both reproduction and food, the gryphon still thought that it would fill him nicely from inside. He pushed his tongue out until it curled over the farthest end of the egg, and then swallowed over it.
+
+Avelia didn't know what Kiqzich was doing, but she had felt a second egg position itself against the inside of her cervix, so she began pushing it out as well. In that moment, the feral hybrid was too focused on the sensation of the oval object now sliding inside of his throat, pushing against his own muscles as it descended into his body. His own arousal began to rise from this sensation, and under his body, he could feel his cock begin to engorge its way out of his sheath.
+
+The gryphon felt the tip of his beak brush against a hard surface again, as Avelia's second egg made its way out of her womb. Once again, he repeated his routine of aiding her with his tongue and beak, while he brought a talon to his stomach to try and feel the egg that had just entered the organ from outside. More toy than food now, it would not be alone in there for long, Kiqzich thought, its sibling's widest part now sliding past the uterine exit. His clawed hand moved to his pink member with black spots, slowly rubbing it in anticipation as the second hard oval landed between his beaks, not caring if the crow could even see him playing with himself or not.
+
+There was barely any time to savor this one, and Avelia was already getting ready to push the third one out. Kiqzich hurriedly swallowed the second one in his mouth, just so he could speak while half of his beak was still inside of her cloaca. "Hold the other eggs in after this next one!" He ordered her. The crow's brain had entered automatic mode while laying the eggs, musing from the pleasure of the gryphon's stimuli, but she had heard him and would obey. In fact, she hadn't even realized what happened with the eggs she had already pushed out – or if it had already been 2, 3, or 4 eggs –, but looking around, she couldn't find any laying about on the floor.
+
+The next egg slipped out from her even faster, and he grabbed it into his beak. But instead of swallowing it there and then, he merely probed her cervix – to make sure that she had actually heard him and wouldn't let any eggs go to waste – and removed his beak from inside of her, to which she replied with a gasp.
+
+Much like the egg in his grasp, his beak was drenched in all Manners of vaginal and uterine juices, and he licked their sweet flavor off from his hardshelled object. Kiqzich moved forward, still holding his cock, and placed it on top of the crow's now half-size belly. Avelia was made very aware of the gryphon's manhood at its fully erect length, pink with black spots, from sheath to the flared tip, about twice as thick as her forearm. Now that he'd propped up his penis, he freed his hand to grab at the egg in his mouth, after he had properly tasted it.
+
+He could see the cursed egg's teal hue, its surface glossy from his saliva and her fluids, well lubricated for this next part. Kiqzich brought it close to the tip of his cock, which sat roughly above her chest, and aimed the sharp end of the egg towards his precum-leaking urethra, all the while turning his neck under himself to watch it. The next step would be hard with only one free hand, but still he positioned the teal shell against his pink flesh, and pushed his thumb against the opposite end to hold it in place, as he brought two other fingers to spread his cockslit, hoping that it would open just enough to welcome his new toy.
+
+Part of the hard egg entered his urethra, and he moaned in delight, trying to prevent it from jumping out from pressure prematurely. Avelia simply watched wide-eyed, while a few precum droplets fell onto her feathers, as Kiqzich turned that blasted egg into a makeshift sex toy. His cock's insides were elastic enough to accomodate the improvised sound, and he started dilating his cockslit around the wider part of the egg, intent on taking it fully inside.
+
+At this point, however, his arousal was terribly high, and before he could react, he felt his orgasm coming. His cum rushed into the cock, pushing the egg out of its way with surprising force, before it spurted under Kiqzich. Avelia closed her eyes, as her neck and face were hit with gryphon semen, and the hard egg thankfully landed away from her, right next to her head. Once his orgasm was over, she looked over to it, its teal surface now partially covered by white globs, and grabbed it with her two hands while still lying down, pinned by the gryphon's cock.
+
+A male would normally be done after one orgasm, but not Kiqzich. Like many of his species, he had a lot of sexual stamina – supposedly so that he could mate with several female gryphons in sequence –, and for what he was going for today, he wouldn't be satisfied ejaculating only once. In fact, he was feeling pent up, and there were still a lot of eggs in that crow that he desired for himself.
+
+Avelia could feel herself being unpinned when the gryphon started moving again, his cock still fully erect. He'd turned around to bring his face close to her, or more specifically, close to the egg that she was holding. "Feed it to me" was all that he said, before he opened his beak in front of her, breathing hot air onto her hands. The crow was extremely confused – these eggs were anything but edible, right?
+
+Curiosity getting the best out of her, she looked closely at the cum-covered egg first, smelling the gryphon seed on it. She had never thought that the eggs from her curse could be used in a sexual way, and yet here was Kiqzich, pleasing her with his tongue as she laid them, and pushing one of them into his own cock without hesitation. And now he wanted to swallow the useless thing. She thought how it was a strange creature, this gryphon, to the point that she even forgot that he was supposed to be a great wizard.
+
+She extended her arms around his beak, placing it so Avelia's hands were on either side just out of his mouth, and the egg was placed sideways in between. He clamped his beak on the hard egg, spinning it around with his tongue once she let go of it, and then swallowed it in front of the crow. The egg disappeared from view even after his beak reopened, and she could trace the bulge that it made in his neck with her eyes. It slid inch by inch through peristalsis alone, and not long after, joined its two other siblings in the gryphon's stomach with audible clacks. Only now had Avelia realized where the two other eggs had gone to.
+
+"Did you like it? Feeding it to me?" Kiqzich asked her. She couldn't read his intentions or expressions at all.
+
+"Uh, y-yes..." She said, unsure of her answer. But she didn't want to be impolite and antagonize him by saying 'no'.
+
+"Well then... Since you've played nice so far, I want to repay you." He looked down on his member, grinning as best as his beak could. "How would you like it to be filled with gryphon cock?"
+
+This must have had nothing to do with any spell-casting, Avelia reasoned, but she was somewhat curious, never having been with a male this size. If the eggs could fit her, and so could his beak, then surely he wouldn't be any problem – and she wouldn't be opposed to some fun. She nodded.
+
+"Great." His delivery once again had nothing but malice and arousal. "We're both going to enjoy this."
+
+Kiqzich circled around her, positioning himself with the front of his penis close to her egghole. In order to rut her – with his much larger body, and Avelia lying flat on the nest's ground –, he would need to move her a bit. He brought a talon under her back, lifting her nethers closer to him, and angled down the front of his body, until their genitals were perfectly lined up. Without any further foreplay, he pushed the flared tip of his cock into the avian vulva, stretching her with ease.
+
+She felt tight around him. And he felt big inside of her. The gryphon withdrew his dick, and in another push re-entered her, repeating the motion again and again, reaching further inside of her with every hump. Her belly jostled rhythmically, the four eggs still inside of her clacking, and so did the three occupying the feral's stomach. Avelia felt her cervix being pressed on both sides, from his equine-like penis and a dislodged egg attempting to escape her. While this normally might be painful, her uterine ring was numb by now, and the sensation of being fucked outside and inside was bringing her to a climax of her own. She tried her best to keep the egg inside of her by clenching her muscles, but as soon as its tip broke through, she had her first orgasm, moaning loudly and spasming.
+
+Kiqzich felt her slippery egg get pushed out, pressing against his cock head until it was dislodged to the side. The hard eggshell occupying a large part of her canal, her vagina felt even tighter with every hump. Avelia still writhed and moaned over her climax, and she could feel another egg rushing to leave her womb. The gryphon didn't want to cum just yet, so he removed the half of his length still inside of the crow, letting her sex juices and teal egg fall to the ground when her entrance was unobstructed.
+
+He again had plans for the egg, grabbing it after gently putting Avelia's back on the ground again. While the crow labored the next oval object, he approached his hand to his cockslit once more, spreading it open while holding the egg in place. Both the egg and the front of his cock were still too lubricated in the crow's juices, so it slipped from his hand onto the floor on the first attempt. He grabbed it back and, trying a second time, managed to push it in, the hard shell easily sliding against the stretched and cum-lubricated urethra.
+
+Kiqzich focused his best on edging, wanting to hold this sensation for longer. The round part of the egg still outside him, he had to hold it in place if he didn't want it to slip away again. Very gently to avoid orgasming too soon, his thumb pushed the rest of the egg into his urethra, and his slit closed behind it, holding it in place. He slowly removed his hand, groaning as he denied himself his climax, and breathed slowly.
+
+He needed a few minutes to adjust to the toy stretching him. It wasn't moving any deeper like the eggs that went down his throat, and his cock bulged noticeably on the outside, with a lump just under the head. The egg wouldn't get lost too deep – for now. But before long, he was interrupted by the crow's yell:
+
+"I think there's only one left– Ah...!" She moaned as her second-to-last egg passed from her cloaca, landing next to another one she had also passed not along ago.
+
+The crow was picking up her pace while the gryphon wasn't paying attention, and her belly was extremely smaller now that it only housed one last egg. This wouldn't do, he thought! Kiqzich wanted to take his time enjoying this, and he wouldn't let Avelia ruin it.
+
+"Stop!" He commanded. "Hold that last one in. It's... very important."
+
+The crow groaned, straining to make sure that her final egg wouldn't plop out of her now that she had been extremely stretched and lubricated passing all the previous six eggs. Still, with the extra space in her womb, the egg seemed to have been caught in a fold, and wouldn't come out for a while unless she pushed it.
+
+"D-Done..." Avelia said in a breathy voice. She was expecting to be rid of her eggs and their curse by now; but there was nothing normal to this great wizard and his methods, and even if she did climax once thanks to him, she was getting frustrated.
+
+Once again, Kiqzich positioned himself over Avelia, his cock's entrance over her chest, but this time, there was no huge belly to prop it on. He picked up one of the two eggs sitting outside her legs, which was still covered in her lubricating fluids. "Since you liked feeding me so much... Here, hold this. It's slippery." He asked.
+
+Avelia hadn't actually liked it, but she received the egg with both hands nonetheless, its overflowing juices draining down onto her feathers to mix with the gryphon's dried cum. Now that his hand was free, he brought it to the head of his cock, both to hold it in place and spread the slit. His urethra opening slightly, the crow could see part of the glossy teal of another egg inside, lodged in place.
+
+The next command from Kiqzich came as no surprise. "Feed it."
+
+Eggs were not supposed to go in there, was the thought running through Avelia's head. But these weren't eggs, these were parasites, ruining her body, figure, and life once every month. If she could punish these lifeless ovals somehow, like treating them as cock stuffing, then she'd obey.
+
+Figuring that the sharp end should go in first, she turned the egg carefully and approached it to the fleshy tube. There was a twitch from his rod on first contact, but he eagerly kept the entrance open. The first third of the egg went in surprisingly easily, but a 'clack' stopped it on its tracks. It had, of course, hit the other one inside, blocking its way. There was nowhere else to push the blocking egg out of the way, other than out... or in. She put more force onto the egg she was holding, fighting off the friction of the one already in his cock. Slowly, she managed to make more progress, Kiqzich's cockslit proving to be no trouble as it was well-accustomed to the wide part of the eggs, and the second one fully entered his cock as well, the urethra collapsing on her fingers. She removed them and noticed the bulges on the outside of the gryphon's penis, who groaned to contain his bubbling arousal.
+
+As much as he needed to stroke his cock right now, Kiqzich went for the last egg still outside both of their bodies, knowing it would be worth it in the end. He handed the cantaloupe-sized teal oval to Avelia, and she noticed how the surface of this one was already much drier after being in contact with the air for so long, which hopefully wouldn't be a problem.
+
+Once more, she started pushing the third egg in, feeling a lot more resistance from the two other on the way. The gryphon moaned more loudly, and she just hoped that he wouldn't shoot the hardshelled objects towards her head again if he came. The crow continued to 'feed' his cock regardless, and after dispensing enough force on the teal surface, the wide side again slipped past the entrance when his urethra gave in.
+
+She lowered her hands to the nest's smooth floor and looked up. Three of her eggs clearly bulged his member, making it look like his cock was naturally ribbed. Three more were also inside of him, somewhere behind his brown-and-gold furry belly, making clacking sounds every time he moved. And only one remained, sitting in her womb, awaiting to be released.
+
+"Can I push out the last one?" Avelia asked the feral.
+
+"Not yet..." He managed to say between pants of arousal. "You still need to help me push these deeper."
+
+Before she could reply, Kiqzich dropped his legs around her, pressing his belly on top of her body. He wasn't crushing her, but just making sure that his penis was sandwiched between their bodies, which was easy now that her belly wasn't taking so much space. He started humping her slowly, his now-sealed flared tip rubbing from her chest to her neck. It was uncomfortable for Avelia, but through the outside of his pink member, she felt every bump of the trio of oval cantaloupes. This wasn't fun, and she just wanted it to be done with.
+
+"Deeper...? Like – agh! –, push the eggs – oof! – in your cock?" She tried to asked, but the feral was making it hard to speak with his weight on her.
+
+"Y-yes, push t-them into m-my – hnnng – b-b-b-BALLS...!" He also struggled with his breath, but Kiqzich's tone was pure lust as he kept edging.
+
+She brought her hands up, folding them around the floor and her belly just so she could reach the underside of his cock. There was no way she was shoving her arm in his urethra, so maybe she could massage them further in from the outside? She went for the deepest bulge first, figuring it would be better to push them one at a time. The crow cupped her two hands right between the first and second egg, hoping that the gryphon's humping would aid her into squeezing it right in – and it seemed to work as the egg traveled a few inches.
+
+More confident in this plan, she also added her own force, pushing onto it to bring it further and closer to the base of his cock. It slipped easily, as the tunnel beyond the egg likely had filled with precum and seed that were kept inside by the teal toy's obstruction, and now served as a lubricant. After enough pushing, her hand reached the loose skin of his sheath, and there was no more sign of the egg from the outside. That was, until Kiqzich let out a sigh of relief, and stopped his humping to lift his body and look under himself – which Avelia did as well. They stared into his ballsack, and after some anticipation, they saw as it distended on one side with the added size of a cantaloupe – no doubt the egg. It was unbelievable that it could have even traveled so far and ended in his balls, now most likely stewing in gryphon spunk.
+
+He dropped back on her, and started humping more vigorously. "More!" He demanded.
+
+Avelia repeated everything for the second egg, pushing down on the bulge and using Kiqzich's own movement for the process. She wasn't sure how the gryphon even found this pleasurable, but his arousal was contagious. It again disappeared beyond her reach at the base of the penis, and she imagined that it would join the other egg in his testicles. As she wondered, she didn't even realized that she'd brought one hand down to her legs, rubbing herself. It was only fair that the gryphon wasn't the only one who would get pleasure out of this, since she had to do all of the hard work.
+
+By now, Kiqzich realized that she wouldn't help him push down the third egg into his balls, but it wouldn't matter. He instead brought one of his talons around his member, rubbing a finger right where he felt the oval currently stuck in his urethra, and like she'd done with her hands, he pressed on the bulge from outside to guide it in.
+
+"I'm-I'm-I'm close...! I can't cum yet!" The gryphon screamed, his head becoming foggy from the extreme arousal. He wanted this to be the greatest orgasm of his life, and he'd only have to hold out a tiny bit more... His finger nudging the makeshift toy through its path, it neared its destination. "Fuck..." He whispered, pent-up as he was. Finally, the bulge disappeared where the cock met his body, and the egg would soon make his ballsack obscenely big. His confirmation arrived when he heard clacking in his nuts.
+
+"I-I'm gonna–!"
+
+Now he was very close to his climax, and he was surprised to feel his cockhead hit something other than the air. The crow, having grown a sexual appetite herself, opened her beak around his dick, enclosing his flared tip into her mouth. Out of all times, she decided to blow him at the perfect moment. When he realized this, he pushed forward one last time, taking up the entire crow's mandibles with his meat, his cock's end aiming directly at her throat.
+
+That was all that it took to push him over the edge. "GRAAAAH!" Kiqzich roared loudly as release came, but no seed was expelled. He felt his balls tense up, pressure being built as one of the eggs clogged his tubes, making this blissful moment last even longer. After what had felt like an eternity, the forces from the liquid were too much, and the semen shot up along with the obstruction, quickly flying through his urethra – and into the crow's awaiting jaws.
+
+Avelia heard Kiqzich's roar and felt his body tensing in likeness, but the delayed ejaculation caught her by surprise. A mass of seed spurted directly into her throat, forcing her to swallow it all. And among the gallon of gryphon jizz, she felt a large, hard object get thrust into her. It traveled down her esophagus and lodged itself into her cum-filled stomach, and would be covered on top by even more as the gryphon still spewed more strands of seed into her. Feeling her belly so full now from the unusual meal, she rubbed herself more fiercely, approaching her own climax.
+
+"F-Fuck... T-That was..." Kiqzich panted, still recovering from what had probably been the greatest orgasm of his life. As he removed his cock from her mouth and his mind became less foggy, and after realizing how his balls felt lighter from surrendering his cum and egg, he whispered under his short breath. "You... you ate my–"
+
+"Aaah!" The crow yelled, ignoring him as she reached a climax of her own. Avelia's body rocked upwards, pushing against the gryphon's belly fluff and cock, and her vagina spasmed – she could feel another contraction. The last egg in her womb shifted around, passing her cervix with the movements of her uterine muscles, ready to be birthed. "The l-last egg is coming!" She shouted to the gryphon.
+
+"What...? No! Don't you dare–" The feral urged, shifting around Avelia to approach her vagina.
+
+It was too late, as together with a last moan of pain and pleasure, one single push was enough to rid herself of the oval object and end her orgasm. Her stretched ring expelled the egg into her vaginal canal, finally leaving her womb empty. The anthro sighed in relief, the final egg finally passing her. However, the calm would not last long, as she felt a clawed intrusion into her cloaca stretching her. "Hey! What are you– hnnng!" She tried to complain, but Kiqzich's hand was already fidgeting deep inside of her.
+
+"You keep it in until I want it out!" He growled to her, wrapping his talon over the closest end of the egg, and pushed it deeper, ramming the other end against her cervix. The large base was facing it, and her body was offering every resistance to the egg's re-entry, but her vagina and womb were too stretched to challenge the gryphon's force. With the help of her own leaking juices, the wide part of the egg plopped right through and entered her uterus, along with part of the gryphon's claw keeping it in place. She moaned from pain and pleasure when her ring was forced the other way, as the cursed egg was returned to her, never even having left her body. As much as she hated to admit it, the sudden and extreme intrusion felt incredible, and she squirted in yet another orgasm as Kiqzich held his hand and her egg in place.
+
+Once her climax ended, he withdrew his empty-handed talon and brought it to his beak, cleaning the sweet and salty fluids with his tongue. And Avelia could only stare at his lustful stare. Not only lusting for sex, but for his complete control over her – and revealing his betrayal. In her wrathful mind, there was only one thing she could say.
+
+"You fucking lied to me... You aren't the great wizard..."
+
+He grinned. "I never claimed to be one. You were the one who believed it."
+
+"Like hell I did, you piece of shit. That's the same fucking thing! And weren't you gonna help me get rid of these eggs?"
+
+He brought his talon to her face, completely covering her head and pinning her to the ground of the nest. She tried to scream, but only muffled noises came from her. All subtlety was off as he taunted her. "I don't think you understand, little bird. Your eggs are mine and you -will- obey me now."
+
+Avelia thrashed and hit her fists against the monstrous claw, to no avail. The brute was still hard even after his explosive orgasm, and felt that he could still have some fun with the anthro, by punishing her lack of subservience towards the most powerful avian here.
+
+"You didn't like that, 'little bird'? Maybe 'little hen' is more to your taste, what with how you were so nice to lay all of those eggs for me. Although..." He thought of how to teach her a lesson and get his release. "My balls are feeling too full, so I might return one egg to use later..."
+
+He didn't need to get her ready for his cock again, so he simply adjusted himself, raised her back again to line up their genitals, and thrust into her. His flared tip once again filling the space in her tunnel, he humped rapidly, but this time, not to help her release an egg. Avelia felt Kiqzich drive his dick even deeper into her than earlier, and his flesh bumped forcefully against the very back of the tunnel. He released his grip around her beak, only to push down on her shoulders, forcing her barrier to the limit.
+
+With another jerk, he achieved his goal, and the dick passed the cervix just like his hand full of egg had done. Avelia gasped at the much larger intrusion deep into her, with his flared tip about as wide as two of her eggs, but the intrusion continued even further in. His member now had fully infiltrated, a good third inside her innermost layer during the apex of his rutting, his sheath and the base of his cock rubbing her outer cloaca. Her mind could hardly process it. The egg pushed back inside of the crow jostled around, always in contact with both of their flesh. Kiqzich could also feel a different hard object through her muscly walls, too round and wide to be any of her ribs – it must have been the egg in her cum-filled stomach.
+
+His testicles gurgled with spunk in excitement, each ball with an egg being trembled inside. Kiqzich imagined if his nuts looked even enough, to pass unnoticed with their contents. He didn't wonder about it for long, as his next orgasm quickly pushed a stream of cum with one of the eggs back into his tubes, aiming directly at the crow's warm chamber. Although it was much weaker this time, his climax still enjoyed a delayed drop-off until his full jet flew off from his tip.
+
+And in another truly explosive manner, the gryphon came, pouring warm seed and egg into Avelia once more. It was quite surprising and alien to feel her womb swell with liquid, but all she could focus on was trying to break the feral's grip while she cussed. As his orgasm subdued, Kiqzich kept his hold on her, pulling out the flared tip from her uterus carelessly. He hoped that the cervix would naturally clench to hold in his semen, keeping the eggs inside of her for longer as well – thankfully, there was no risk of impregnating this bird.
+
+His rod slid out from her, starting to become flaccid after the hybrid had spent all of his energy. Avelia was now twice filled with eggs and spunk, after being dominated by the large male. In different circumstances, perhaps she could have enjoyed the feeling. But his behavior was inexcusable. "You... FUCKER!" She yelled after freeing her beak from his hand. "You lie to me, you don't even help me with my curse, and you treat me like a toy? Like some fucking egg storage?!"
+
+"Why, exactly so." Kiqzich approached his face to the crow's. "You did promise that I could have all of your eggs, didn't you? That means I can choose when I want them, and if I want to return them, too–"
+
+"Fuck you! That promise ain't shit!"
+
+He smirked. "And you -did- swallow one of -my- eggs, you know? I still have to punish you for breaking the promise."
+
+Avelia scoffed. "Oh, so you're gonna act like you're right and mighty, huh? We both liked that, don't pretend that you didn't like me sucking you off–"
+
+"SILENCE!". The brown-and-gold gryphon roared. "I am done with your disobedience. Like you promised me, little hen, all of your eggs will be mine – and that includes the ones you have yet to lay. Now you'll learn your place." His talon wrapped around her arms and torso, lifting her entire body off the ground.
+
+"Hnng...! Let me go!" Avelia wriggled, incapable of doing anything as she was brought closer to his softening cock.
+
+He cackled. "You said that your curse happens on every first full moon, did you not? I can't have you escaping until we can have this much fun again, little hen. So I'll be keeping you very close. And since you liked my cock, why not get better acquainted?" The small crow was maneuvered over the small space between his rod and his egg-filled belly, her head pointing towards his sheath.
+
+"You motherf–hmmpf!" She tried to yell before her she was stuffed into his pouch, from beak to neck.
+
+The interior was warm and stuffy, smelling of gryphon cock just as she would expect. It wasn't inhospitable, but like hell she'd spend any more time with this brute, much less like this! Avelia tried to fight it helplessly, but Kiqzich simply pushed the feisty crow inwards. She would fit alright, but with the resistance she was putting up, it would only happen when she tired herself out.
+
+Kiqzich rolled over so he didn't need to stand with his other front leg, and brought it to the flailing prey, using his two talons to pin her arms to her body as he squeezed her shoulders inside. He could see her upper body squirming inside of the loose furry skin, and how one of his balls weighed heavily to the side with the added egg mass. Avelia struggled again, and kicked her kidnapper's flaccid cock with full force, to which he recoiled from the brunt pain.
+
+"Hnnnk! H-Hey! Behave now!" He whispered, pained. "Y-You saw that you can't escape my nest on your own... Didn't you? So just accept it, and give up. If you don't, there will be c-consequences..."
+
+As much as she hated it – and him –, Avelia really had no choice. The prospect of getting any more familiar with gryphon anatomy sent a shiver down her spine, but he had the upper hand here. Her struggling died down, and the feral took this opportunity to push on her taloned feet, bending her knees in the process to fit them inside of his masculine pouch at last. His cock was retracting as well, and he brought one of his now-free hands to his sack. Kiqzich cupped the egg in his otherwise-empty ball, feeling its hard surface as it stimulated the inside of his testicle before it started refilling with fresh seed.
+
+"That's a good little hen... You better get used to being in there, I'll only let you out when I want." He cackled to the slowly wiggling mass, sealed by his dick as it fully retracted with her into the sheath. All he could hear in response was an annoyed, muffled groan. "If you stay still and quiet like a nice little hen should, maybe I'll let you out by the lake, and you can clean yourself from the cum on your feathers, under my supervision of course. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
+
+He paused, but she didn't respond. A part of him kind of wanted her to keep struggling a bit, and he would be hard again in no time, especially with the egg still simmering in his ball. The gryphon decided to tease her more. "But if you don't behave... I know of some slimier places I could stick you in." Kizqich cackled again, bringing his other hand to press onto his stomach from outside – and realizing that the eggs had left it, now traveling deeper into his guts. He gulped.

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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/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!
+tags: ['oral vore', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'female predator', 'female prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'semi-willing prey', 'willing prey', 'unbirth', 'implied full tour', 'lesbian sex']
+---
+
+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.

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+title: Flavorful Favor
+pubDate: 2023-04-14
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 9400
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal oral vore, cock vore, and unbirth, with willing male gryphon predator, willing/semi-willing smaller female kobold predator/prey, and unwilling/semi-willing micro male mouse prey. Also includes full tour, prey transfer (cock to womb), and straight/gay sexual situations.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_8_flavorful_favor.png
+description: |
+  One, fearful and furry; one, formidable and feathery; and one, fired-up for the follow-up. A threesome fatefully forced into a fantastical face-to-face.
+
+  So many ideas that I want to write...! I just haven't found a lot of motivation to write as much as before. But I'm still working, and haven't gone anywhere. At least I finally managed to churn out this one, featuring Beetle, one of my OCs! You might recognize him from [one of the few things](https://aryion.com/g4/view/878971) I actually uploaded this last month. Quite a fun personality to play with, along with my sona Sam and another OC, Muno - someone might remember that last name from one of my previous stories. All of my characters featured in stories are fun really, with a few that I wanna revisit or new ones that I make for each new setting. Just wish I had a better writing rhythm to put all those ideas to life like I used to, though! Managing to finish this story is a start, I guess.
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  One, fearful and furry; one, formidable and feathery; and one, fired-up for the follow-up. A threesome fatefully forced into a fantastical face-to-face.
+
+  So many ideas that I want to write...! I just haven't found a lot of motivation to write as much as before. But I'm still working, and haven't gone anywhere. At least I finally managed to churn out this one, featuring Beetle, one of my OCs! You might recognize him from one of the few things I actually uploaded this last month. Quite a fun personality to play with, along with my sona Sam and another OC, Muno - someone might remember that last name from one of my previous stories. All of my characters featured in stories are fun really, with a few that I wanna revisit or new ones that I make for each new setting. Just wish I had a better writing rhythm to put all those ideas to life like I used to, though! Managing to finish this story is a start, I guess.
+tags: ['Beetle', 'oral vore', 'cock vore', 'unbirth', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'feral prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'female prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey',  'size difference', 'micro prey', 'full tour', 'prey transfer', 'straight sex', 'gay sex']
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  Beetle: Bad Manners
+---
+
+Rondo scampered towards his friend's cave. The mouse's cheeks were still blushing from his determination to profess his love for Sonatina. Sure, he may have been a tiny rodent, as big as the already small kobold's fist... But still! Love had flourished within stranger pairings, before – it certainly did in all sorts of romance novels he'd devour. And he and Tina had known each other for years, spending some time together in this woods whenever they had the chance...but just as friends. The orange mouse hoped to rectify that.
+
+In fact, he loved her even more from the thought that their love could be taboo. His decision to finally announce his feelings came from a nightmare he had, of Sonatina being betrothed to another kobold. Rondo couldn't stand losing her, or at least, not before telling her how he felt! Like a gallant gentleman, he would swoop in before any other man whisked her away. Of course, the stories of forbidden love that he'd read usually ended in tragedy. But their tale would be different!
+
+After smooshing his cheeks between his paws as he stood in front of her cave, he tidied up his orange fur and round ears one last time. Right, then. It was now or never. He looked up at the entrance, furnished with a plank-adorned wall around a wooden door. Sonatina's place was a cave, but it'd had been renovated over the years into a cozy cabin. The mouse's burrow was no different, but at a much smaller scale. Rondo approached a small rope he'd pull to ring a bell, but soon noticed that the string had gone missing... Or rather, it'd been snapped.
+
+That wasn't the only sign that something was wrong. Some of the planks seemed slightly out of place, bent or cracked, slightly curving away from the doorway. The door itself was ajar and missing a hinge, on closer inspection. A few weird sounds reached Rondo's tiny but sensitive ears, like a glass flask rolling on the ground and muffled thumping. Someone was inside, but the orange mouse feared that it might have been someone other than the kobold. Sonatina could be in danger, or hurt...! Mustering up some courage he didn't know he had, Rondo skittered through the gap from the broken door, looking around the house from the floorboard he was standing on.
+
+The inside was lit, thanks to some unusual magic known as 'electricity', and the tiny creature's eyes could see Tina's furniture in disarray. Tables and flasks had been knocked over, planks on the floor and walls had large holes, creased rugs had been moved, dead flowers laid on a puddle of water. The back of her couch was broken, turning it into a flat bed with feather stuffing spilling out from tears. And a strange smell staled the stagnated silence. The kobold's place was unrecognizable, and the mouse's fast pulse seemed justified in its panic. But he couldn't bring himself to call his beloved's name, fearing that someone else would respond.
+
+His first instinct was to run away, but luck was not on his side. The front door couldn't be supported on its last hinge any longer, and collapsed to the ground in a loud 'thump!' Rondo squeaked in surprise, but he turned back to a swooshing sound coming deeper from Tina's place. His body froze when he saw leopard spots sprawling like a wall – the clear markings of a large predator. Though it wasn't a huge feline, as Rondo initially imagined. Those markings were not on fur, but -feathers-. Then, a yellow bird of prey's beak turned to him, with a pair of purple eyes behind. It wasn't an eagle, either. That monstrous creature raised a dark feline paw in the air, perhaps as to deliberate when to pounce–
+
+"Hi!" The creature squawked in an almost grating voice, and waved.
+
+The gryphon folded its wings after stretching them, tucking the underside feathers bearing leopard spots onto its back. It yawned, then licked the same lion-like paw it'd greeted Rondo with, in order to groom the feathers on its orange head-crest with it. The fluffy creature was quite bigger than Sonatina, and it clearly towered over the small mouse. Though its appearance was intimidating to such a frail and small creature like him, its demeanor was...almost frivolous.
+
+"W-Who are you?" Rondo growled, trying his best to not shake in front of the gryphon. He'd heard of such creatures in stories, but never saw one with his two eyes. Nor did he expect to do so and live to tell the tale...
+
+"I'm Beetle!" The gryphon answered gleefully.
+
+"Beetle...? But aren't you a gryphon?"
+
+"Yeah, of course I am. My name is Beetle, but I'm a gryphon! Just like you're a mouse, but you're probably not called 'Mouse'."
+
+Rondo furrowed his brows. "I mean, you're right. My name isn't 'Mouse', but– W-Wait, that's not important. What are you doing here?"
+
+"Oh, I was sleeping. Uh, what was your name, again...?"
+
+"No, no. That's not what I asked. Why are you in Tina's cave?!"
+
+Beetle stood up, hitting his head against the roof of the small room. "Oof!" He was forced to stand on bent legs, and bumped against a cupboard as he took a few steps, nearly knocking it over. "Well, Nono, I met this kobold girl yesterday, and she told me that she lived here. Actually, I think she was called Violina!"
+
+"Sonatina." Rondo corrected him. "But why is her place like this?! What happened?"
+
+"Oh! Hehe... I didn't really have anywhere else to go, and she mentioned that she lived here, so I decided to crash for the night."
+
+The mouse squeaked furiously. "You crashed, alright. This place is a wreck!"
+
+"Well, I didn't think it was -this- small! It's not my fault that everything is so easy to– Oops!" Beetle raised his furry forepaw, and knocked over the small cupboard he'd bumped into earlier, scattering several trinkets on the ground. "...You see what I mean?"
+
+"All I see is that you're a huge klutz! Look at what you've done! You've destroyed her place!" As the large gryphon approached him, Rondo could feel that lingering pungent odor intensify. "Ugh... What's that smell, and where's Tina?"
+
+"That smell is probably the mess I made on purpose." Beetle answered proudly, but the mouse who shared his main color had a look of utter confusion on his face, which prompted him to elaborate. "Oh, you know how it is! Feeling your prey wriggle deeper and deeper, stretching up your guts, pushing out against your paw... I couldn't help letting out a few loads~"
+
+The tiny mouse crossed his tiny arms with suspicion. As a matter of fact, he didn't 'know how it was', and the gryphon's explanation didn't seem to make him any less confused or nervous. Beetle then turned sideways – maneuvering around the tight space of the cave – and raise his paw to reveal his white fluffy underside.
+
+Rondo looked at what the gryphon was showing him, and his jaw dropped. It appeared that both of his answers had been answered. The source of the musk was clear: completely unobstructed, a purple cock peeked out from its orange sheath, opposite an encased pair of testicles. It clearly cleared out clear pre from its tip, and the spicy aroma of male gryphon bits reached the rodent's sensitive nose. An offensive smell – not solely from its stench, but from Beetle's total lack of pudor.
+
+His second question was answered by some sudden movements coming from the white fluff just above the sheath. Something alive was inside of the gryphon...! It moved actively but slowly, due to being compressed by the surrounding tight flesh, but it managed to push out enough to make its paws discernible. Whatever it was, it was definitely bigger than Rondo – and there was one obvious candidate for who could it be.
+
+"Oh, shit...! Tina! You ATE her?!" The mouse held his head between his paws in a panic.
+
+"...Yeah, I'm pretty sure her name was Violina." Beetle muttered, rubbing the kobold's bulge with his paw.
+
+Rondo didn't have any more patience. "You monster! Spit her out!"
+
+"I can't."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"Because she's in my colon! I ate her – well, maybe 'eat' is a strong word – I swallowed her yesterday, and she passed through my stomach and most of my bowels. I can only push her out the other end now. In fact, I think she's pretty close to–"
+
+Rondo couldn't believe his words. "But that's eating her! You ate her!"
+
+"Calm down, Nono. She asked me to! Erm, actually, we both talked and agreed to it. But I think it was mostly her idea. Anyway, she's fine and totally safe, you can see from Violina moving in there." Beetle pointed back at the bulge he had. The kobold didn't seem agitated inside, judging from her movements, but that was all the more reason to be alarmed. "I can even let you touch her, if you want!"
+
+"Liar!" The smaller male cried out, pinching his nose at the stink. "There's a much more likely explanation. You broke into her house, she fought back, then her place got destroyed, and you ate her before I found you! And now you're trying to trick me, so you can eat me, too!"
+
+"Oh, I didn't lie. All I said is true!" The gryphon said. "I don't even know if this is actually her place, to be fair, but it was the only cave that looked like what she described. Besides, you found me sleeping here. If your chain of events was true, then why wouldn't I just fly away after eating your friend?"
+
+"W-Well..." Rondo pondered his point. "I don't know! Maybe you're a sicko! Getting off from eating others."
+
+The orange lion-eagle hybrid smiled. "Oh! I guess that part is true, hehe! It feels pretty nice for both me and her. But I can swallow you too, if you don't feel like being left out!"
+
+Beetle's offer sounded genuine, but Rondo knew that such a feat couldn't possibly be safe.
+
+"There's no way this is enjoyable for who gets eaten!"
+
+He shrugged to the rodent. "I don't get it either, but everyone I swallowed so far told me that it's actually not bad! Like your friend Violina. She's really into being eaten, you know? While I rutted her, she kept begging me to swallow her, that she wanted to be my meal... So hot and kinky, I'm getting hard again just from remembering it!"
+
+Rondo's heart sank. Rutting?! It was just like the nightmare he had: his Sonatina, gentle like a flower, defiled by another male. And with this birdbrained gryphon, of all people...! It couldn't be! There was no alternative, Beetle must have lied about everything... The mouse's suspicions had to be true! This wasn't a story of two forbidden lovers, eloping from adversity to attain their happily ever after. No, it was a far grimmer fairytale: a damsel in distress, sequestered by a fearsome monster that terrorizes all who approach its lair. The mouse would be the knight in shining armor, fighting against all odds to claim his victory over his foe, and win his beloved's hand. A far better tale than these unreal lies he had to put up with.
+
+But he knew that a triumph wouldn't be easy. The orange mouse scampered away from the gryphon, finding some tactical cover underneath the knocked-over cupboard. Thankfully, the large creature lagged behind, but Beetle still chased him as best as a big gryphon in a small kobold's cave could. His weight was too much for the weaker floorboards, creating a couple of new holes as his lion-like paws broke through the planks and reached the cave's natural stone floor. Clearly, the flooring hasn't been made to withstand his size.
+
+"Hey, come back here! Don't be scared, let's talk this out!" The large male squawked, with a tone that made Rondo think this was just more play for him – and maybe, in the gryphon's twisted mind, it -was- just a game, some amusement at his prey's inevitable demise. One of Beetle's dark forepaws tried to reach into the small gap that the mouse had snuck into, but his furry digits were too big to follow after him. "Ugh... Sometimes, I wish I had talons instead."
+
+The rodent had some time to think, now that he'd found a safe spot... Alright, first step accomplished. Now to go through the rest of his plan. He had to figure out a way to fend off against this giant; in other words, a weapon. The hero in the stories would often wield a magical sword to fell his ultimate foe. Maybe Rondo could find a tiny blade around, at least for self-defense, or...that's it, a shield! At least a metaphorical one, to prevent the gryphon from reaching him. Maybe a tiny bowl or...ah, even better! He simply could walk through one of the holes on the floor, and sneak out. Then maybe he could find some help, or think of–
+
+"Eep!"
+
+A strong tug pulled him from his hiding spot by his tail. The mouse quickly identified the origin to be a large yellow beak. Its tip was narrower than Beetle's paws, and he managed to grab Rondo while he was deep in thought. The gryphon lifted his head, raising the rodent along with him, then wrapped one of his paws around the small orange critter.
+
+"Gotcha! I win, I win, hehe!" Beetle chanted in amusement.
+
+The playfulness was far from innocent in Rondo's eyes, though. He wondered why the gryphon hadn't simply eaten him right there and then, but he expected there to be a malevolent reason behind it. No matter how much he struggled, his efforts against Beetle's grip were for naught.
+
+"Mnf... Unhand me, you foul beast!"
+
+The gryphon stared cross-eyed at the mouse held right in front of his beak. "Please don't use long words with me." He had an amusingly sweet breath that hit Rondo's nostrils as he spoke... Grapes, perhaps?
+
+"N-None of those words were long! Ack... Put me down!"
+
+Not really expecting Beetle to follow his command, Rondo instead found himself squished against his belly, pushing against Tina's bulge. He squeaked at the forcefulness of the shove, feeling the gryphon's warmth – and getting uncomfortably close to that musky shaft. Nevertheless, he was forced to pay attention to the sounds coming from within. There were squelches, and soft moaning, whenever the kobold actively pushed back against Beetle's forepaw containing the rodent. It sounded like Sonatina's voice, but Rondo had never heard her moan, so he couldn't be sure. However, whoever was in there seemed quite blissful with their predicament. Could they really have traveled all the way down to his colon safely...?
+
+"See? Do you believe me now? She's fine!" The orange hybrid squawked, moving the rodent on his paw away from his white fluff and back to his face. "There's no reason to run away like that, Nono. I just wanna have fun! Like with your friend Violina, who I'm about to let out. I can show you if you want!"
+
+"It's Rondo and Tina!" How many times did he have to shout back to correct this birdbrained gryphon? In any case, he had no choice but to accept this guy's claim that he would let the kobold go...and that he wanted to show it to the mouse, for some reason. "...But sure. Show me."
+
+Beetle smiled with his large beak. "Great! I knew you wanted in, too! But since you're so small, there's only one place in me that can feel as tight around you."
+
+"Wait, what are you talking–"
+
+To Rondo's surprise, the paw suddenly moved him directly underneath the gryphon again, bringing him to a head-on collision with the purple rod fully erect outside of the orange sheath. Though there was little time to look at the member's barbs from the outside, as the mouse's face was squeezed right in, coating his entire head with the glob of cum and pre that had collected at the entrance. That pungent, musky smell quickly turned into a creamy, salty taste invading Rondo's open mouth. The tunnel stretched with ease, even as it maintained a firm grip around his neck and shoulders.
+
+Beetle's invitation wasn't to show Tina being let out, he realized... It was to show what type of fun she was having. But Rondo's realization came too late to avert the misunderstanding.
+
+"N-No! Let me go, you stupid bird! D-Don't shove me in your dick!" He shouted, but his voice couldn't reach even his own sensitive ears under the squelches of male juices lapping at his body. Even if Beetle had heard him somehow, the next unwarranted shove wouldn't have come as a surprise.
+
+"C-Cawww~" The gryphon was clearly enjoying his makeshift toy. "Mm, it always feels so nice to shove someone in there." The large black paw moved further down the mouse's body, his large digit groping the micro's erection on his exposed crotch. "Hehe, t-told you – unf! – you'd enjoy it...!"
+
+Rondo hated how hard he had gotten from the bigger throbbing member's hug. It was completely humiliating, but a part of him understood how Sonatina must've felt on some level. That was the only silver lining he could take from this whole predicament. Beetle's cock seemed to have a hunger of its own, easily devouring the tiny mammal, like a snake swallowing his body away from the giant paw. Getting so acquainted with another male's genitals was the last thing he'd expected today. And the thought that this particular cock had been used to rut his beloved Tina only added insult to injury.
+
+As far as Beetle was concerned, he was offering the happy mouse his best hospitality. His own moans and squawks of intense lust were his way to vocalize how much he enjoyed to offer it. With just the tiny legs and long tail sticking out, Beetle stroked his cock with his paw, able to swallow the rodent just with the urethral muscles dragging him in. His soft paw pads rocked along his length, flicking the sensitive purple barbs back and forth.
+
+Being able to devour Rondo with his cock was far from the only surprise the gryphon had in store. There wasn't much to see in the tight tunnel other than smooth flesh and salty fluids...but the mouse could still -see- these things. Rondo initially thought that there was some electrical light leaking through the entrance to reveal the way forward, but the glow was purplish, not yellowish. As it turned out, the gryphon had bioluminescence, apparently manifesting more strongly the deeper he traveled.
+
+Beetle, getting quite excited about his cock snack, had to slow his stroking, not wanting to eject his new orange friend too soon. The tiny hind legs had slipped into his cockslit; now, just a pink tail hung limply from the yawning entrance, inching forward and getting coated in the seemingly unending stream of precum. The mouse wasn't moving about that much, even if the gryphon knew he was fine. Perhaps, he thought, Nono was just too shy about this new, fun experience! But he didn't mind – he was more than happy to tuck him away into his new mouse hole. Plus, it was always nice to feel a wriggling mass fully encased in his purple cock, bulging underneath his digits. But the rodent's journey was still far from over.
+
+Fully lubricated in gryphon seminal fluids, the furry obstruction in his urethra moved further away from the tapered exit. The oval bulge was less noticeable as it approached the dick's base, with the paw outside following the mouse toward the larger girths. While most of the spunk would either get sent back further in or squeeze past his body like toothpaste, some invariably found itself sticking to Rondo's fur – or worse, invading his mouth whenever he took a breath or tried to shout. It was pungent and sharp and humiliating, but the mouse could tell that the gryphon did his best to not harm him. Still, it was far from a relief. Throbs, squelches, and bird-like moans filled his ears, and the purple flesh pulsed and glowed through the white globs. And the walls funneled as he continued upward, until his snout was pinched by the interior of Beetle's prostate.
+
+"C-Caw... Halfway there..." He cooed to himself, losing sight of the bulge at his unsheathed cock's base, but not the sensation. The timing on Nono's part couldn't be better, either. As the mouse's head plugged up the exit of his cum duct, he felt the mass in his colon wriggle further, flopping into his rectum. As the kobold slunk into the wider chamber – slick from all sorts of anal juices, no doubt –, one of her head horns pressed exactly against the sensitive spot of the wall. The appendage wouldn't puncture it, but it did concentrate the attention right against his gland on the other side. Sandwiched between the rodent and the reptilian creature, his prostate secreted even more lubricants, building up more pressure around the mouse and causing Beetle to almost climax.
+
+But he was unable to. His new toy was clogging up the path his jizz would take. As a result, hot cream started to build up inside, only to lap at Rondo's already drenched face, squelching and bouncing around until it rushed back into Beetle's testicles or was forcefully swallowed by the mouse. Rondo was so tired of the damp, stuffy tunnel, but he couldn't even wriggle himself free! He, the hero, never stood a chance against this monster, but he would still claim one final, if insignificant, victory... The mouse wouldn't fall under his spell or enjoy the inescapable massage. Even as his own, much smaller cock begged for attention. He clenched his fists, and closed his eyes at another wave of cum arriving at his face. He'd get his revenge on this gryphon, later...somehow!
+
+Beetle collapsed on the already broken couch, his shaky legs giving up. More of the kobold had moved into his rectum, so her horn had slipped away from his love button, but he was still recovering from that wonderful feeling. He gasped for air, doing his best to avoid cumming the mouse out, with more ripples of his tunnel slowly dragging him further. On the other hand, his anal occupant had more than earned her freedom, squeezing through the last part of the gryphon's digestive tract, gently clawing towards the exit. His ass rested above one of the intact cushions, which would hopefully be suitable to catch Violina's fall, he thought.
+
+His pucker's flesh pulled back at the digits pushing through, simply reacting to the touch. But his idle clenches weren't strong enough to seal his anus back. It triggered a few more wet slorps and jostles around his gut tourist, causing some slime to slip out from his hole and over his orange-furred testicles, soaking into the gryphon fluff underneath. More of the kobold's slick hands followed after. Sonatina grasped at that last stretch of flesh she'd spent several hours navigating, pulling herself out on her own. Being on the bigger of the gryphon's usual 'meals', she might have taken even longer than several hours to pass naturally; perhaps, multiple days! As tempting as a longer stay sounded, she needed freedom more than anything. And the reason for it was a desire that only the gryphon himself could satisfy right now.
+
+"...mm...HAAH!"
+
+The white-scaled snout gasped for fresh air, though some of the purple anal ooze on Sonatina's lips made its way back into her maw. The outside smell felt so different after her full experience of a digestive tract, and it almost felt like there was a draft inside of her cave. Not long after, her eyes also pushed out through the ring – then squinted at the electrical lighting, being much brighter than the bioluminescent glow that she'd grown accustomed to. One final 'slop!' squeezed around her ears, now being able to hear Beetle's moans from outside rather than inside. She kept her eyes shut while adjusting to the light, but crawling out the rest of the way only required her sense of touch.
+
+If she wasn't temporarily blinded, she might have been surprised at the viscous purple coat around her white-scaled paws. Or at the utter state of disarray of her home. Instead, Sonatina continued to worm out from the gryphon's ass, adding more sluices to the mess he'd made on her couch. Her hind feet pushed at the rectal walls, worming out for freedom.
+
+The path forward for Rondo had cleared since Tina's horn had stopped blocking the way, though Beetle hadn't realized the shift in pressure in his ducts until now. Having focused mostly on the kobold being ejected, he had lost track of the mouse and tried to pinpoint his new location. Rondo's cum-laden trip had sped up, and the orange rodent's bulge, after a substantial detour inside of Beetle's crotch, was reappearing at the opposite end of the seminal ducts, right before they connected to his balls. The squirms were biased towards one side, as the critter had already squished through a forked bend. He'd reemerge to the outside world, but only as a mass being pushed towards Beetle's left nut.
+
+The mouse'd had enough gryphon spunk for a lifetime – the ideal amount being zero. Still, as he approached one of his possible destinations, Rondo had accepted that the numbers would only get worse. Still, for all that he'd been put through, he felt strangely calm about the whole ordeal. He'd have preferred not to endure multiple times his volume in semen baths, but compared to getting swallowed down a gryphon's beak, this was a far less scary alternative. Hopefully, he'd be let out soon – and then, he could just pretend that this awful day had never happened. For now, he resigned himself to what was still to come, with one last sphincter for his snout to squeeze through – and the strongest stench yet reaching his nostrils.
+
+Raw, concentrated musk. The very definition of male lust, distilled from an idea into an aroma – that's how the smell inside of Beetle's ball could best be described. Within whitened wrinkled walls, an ominous dark purple glow penetrated the fresh gryphon juices to illuminate the large pool at the bottom of the spherical room. Rondo finally felt that he could move his neck once it entered the nut, and he used this minimal degree of freedom to move his head the furthest away from the bottom, instead bumping it against wet globs dripping from the ceiling. It was quite a twist of fate that, once inside of Beetle's nut, the mouse would finally find the only some space to avoid getting more seed on his face – though calling this little oxygenated gas pocket 'air' didn't feel right. The atmosphere felt almost as viscous as the intoxicating juice it housed, as far as Rondo could tell.
+
+His paws still squeezed against the rugae, to avoid falling head-first into the white soup. As his thoroughly kneaded body slipped into the room, the mouse tried to twist himself around, and fell with his back to the ground when his feet squeezed inside. Sinking into the pool, he landed at the bottom and bounced, feeling the sack distend around him while submerging in cum. It was a tight and cream-filled hammock, with just enough space to lie along the curvature at his size.
+
+His orange fur disappeared beneath the surface of the milky bath, though when he lifted one of his paws, it reflected purple light on the white goop that clung to his hand. The gryphon's muffled moans and thumping heart reached his round drenched ears, although most of the sounds came from the sloshing within the nut. All of his other senses were sent to overdrive in the active room, including the sight of his body sinking in so much jizz. Though his fight-or-flight instinct had been completely massaged along with his spent muscles, and Rondo resigned himself to the predator's whims.
+
+Well, at the very least, it was a singular experience. One that a part of him knew he'd live to remember, for better or for worse. He was still mad at the birdbrained gryphon for putting him through this; but even more at himself, and the throbbing erection that he was hiding between his submersed haunches.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Beetle could feel the weight finally settling in what was now the larger of his two nuts, as well as the fur and paws pushing beneath the taut skin. But he chose to focus on the kobold almost fully slipping from his ass's grasp.
+
+Her short arms pushed against the cushion she was being deposited on, balancing herself while dangling from the gryphon's anus by her feet and tail. Sonatina continued to pant, habituating herself to the freshness and chilliness of the outside world's air. A few more squirms squeezed her legs out, and she plopped down onto the broken couch along with all of the anal gunk clinging to her. The tip of her chubby tail remained locked in Beetle a while longer, slurping out on its own after a few moments. The star-shaped purple hole closed right back, clenching at the sudden emptiness to hide Tina's departure, though the slime smearing both the kobold and the gryphon's hindside fluff was a clear indication that it had just been used as an exit.
+
+"S-Shit... Wow..." Sonatina finally spoke, prompting the gryphon to turn his neck while she turned over. "That was...quite something... When you said it smelled like grapes...I didn't expect it -all- to smell like grapes."
+
+Beetle smiled. "It's nice, isn't it? I can smell it on you from here! But you also smell like butt." He turned around to face her. "If it was so nice, why were you in such a hurry to leave? It wasn't my internal glow, was it?"
+
+"No, the light show was wonderful~ It's just... I'm so fucking wet."
+
+"I can see that! With all that slime, you're–"
+
+"No, I mean you need to fuck me. Right now." She commanded as she spread her legs, not mincing words.
+
+Beetle's cock, still erect and drooling precum after its rodent filling, twitched at the sight, as did his beak. "Oh...of course!"
+
+The kobold didn't flinch when the large gryphon, easily over three times her size, overtook her sight. He leaned over, stretching his front legs to easily reach her crotch with his member, not minding how the anal juices on her white scales now stuck to his fluff. The tip of his barbed cock found her vulva, spreading the tight flesh and being greeted by her fluids and warmth.
+
+A jolt of pleasure washed over both of them, who moaned in unison. Beetle felt a clench in his sack, reminding him of his newest prey currently stewing in his cum.
+
+"Right, almost forgot to mention! I shoved a tiny orange mouse down my cock while you were still in me. Maybe you wanted to know, in case he ends up 'escaping'."
+
+Sonatina grunted at the fleshy barbs tickling her vagina. "Hnng... Really? Is it Rondo?"
+
+"Uh, pretty sure his name was Nono, actually. He was a bit curious, and I decided to show him the inside of my cock. And now he's inside my ball! Want me to cum him out first?"
+
+Hmm, it would be quite uncharacteristic for Rondo to agree to something like this, Sonatina thought. He was always a bit weird – and sometimes creepy, and misogynistic –, getting too immersed in books instead of the real world. Living out his outlandish but naïve fantasies with his active imagination, often against others' best interests. Like that time he shooed away her lion friend and fuck-buddy, assuming he was a feral beast attacking Tina. Maybe it was a different mouse, and not her friend, after all. One much more predisposed for some kinky fun like this.
+
+"Can I see him...?" The kobold asked.
+
+"Hm? Oh, he's hiding in my ball, but I guess you can!"
+
+Beetle withdrew his cock from her entrance, leaving her needy for more – but not for long. Walking above her, his rod sloppily traced the white scales on her torso, leaving strands of her vaginal secretions on top of the grape-smelling natural lube. Until he was almost sitting on her face, pushing his crotch's furry bits against her snout. The soft orange sheath was empty in the front, no longer housing the gryphon's large erection, but his pair of nuts still featured prominently on the opposite end. The bigger one on his left bounced slightly on its own, and Sonatina cupped it with a set of claws, eliciting a coo from her large partner.
+
+She raised her paw against it, letting its full weight be felt against her palm. The orb was taut and furry, almost like a kiwi fruit; one which sloshed with cream and a visitor behind its skin. Her gentle fondling still caused a commotion inside, disturbing the gryphon's second and much smaller prey. Despite her day-long trip through glowing bowels, the kobold was jealous of whoever had snuck into that sphere. And her heat got worse as her plans for the day got better.
+
+"Don't cum him out yet." Sonatina pleaded. "I want him deep in me."
+
+Beetle smiled, as if she'd read his mind. He moved away from her touch, letting his ball sag in the air before aiming his cock at her entrance once more, having to almost slump on top of the cushion with the kobold between his haunches. Once he was in position, with a single thrust of his hips, his tip traveled even deeper than before. Her moan was muffled under the large orange gryphon's fluff blanketing her, forcing her to taste his salty skin with her salivating tongue. Beetle kept his own drooling member between her folds that he craved, feeling the part of her body that his guts never would've been able to reach. His dick only left her tunnel in order to drive back in with the next hump. And the next. And the next...
+
+Between her pants and his squawks, Sonatina could've sworn that she heard muffled squeaking with every time his balls bounced along with his hips. Or the sounds might have been the slick squelches of her vagina taking the large male's shaft. She'd had other males just as big before – but none who fucked her before -and- after eating her.
+
+In fact, just across from the fluff pinning her down to her broken couch, she could still hear Beetle's stomach groan and churn, complaining about a meal that it wouldn't have been able to digest. That meal was the kobold herself, who had misappropriated its purpose, greedily using the organ for her own self-pleasure instead. Of course, Beetle had been left quite satisfied by her shenanigans as well, if his raging boner poking deeper into her was any indication, but his stomach was only supposed to understand and deal with food. For many hours, Tina has pretended to be that food, not letting digestion take its course. Breaking the natural order was taboo... A wonderful, selfish, messy taboo.
+
+Her lustful thoughts were interrupted by lustful sensations, when she felt the tapered tip of the barbed dick push against her cervix. It didn't hurt, after being rutted by many males several times her size, some with even longer cocks... But she still did her best to relax the entrance of her womb, not wanting to miss the rodent-infused blast of seed that was soon approaching. She squeezed herself against his shaft, locking his base between her haunches, and then...'plop'! Sonatina let out a high-pitched, melodic whine, feeling her mate penetrate her uterus. The kobold already felt full with his cock stretching her, but this was on a whole new level. She could even feel his tip twitch, trying to dump his gryphon seed directly inside at the same time that she came.
+
+But that first spurt was all but dry. Just a sharp throb, and nothing more. Looking at Beetle's head beyond his fluff, she could see him clenching his beak, and straining his entire face. The white-scaled anthro didn't know what was wrong, but she had a hunch: the gryphon couldn't cum thanks to a mouse clogging up his ducts.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Rondo couldn't have missed when the two had started rutting for the world, as his own new world quaked and jumped around. The rodent was tossed against every musky fold, splattered with cum at every opportunity. He felt his own gut get progressively heavier with the fluids inadvertently flooding into his mouth, as he was filled with all sorts of regrets. For starters, choosing today of all days to visit Tina's place, whose moans he could hear in sync with Beetle's. Despite his accidental mouthfuls of spunk, the creamy hot pool only seemed to increase around him. The jostling made it impossible to confirm, but it was quite possible that more was being produced around him.
+
+Things would take a turn when the shaking intensified. But it wasn't simply from the gryphon's humps letting his nut bump his crotch... The scrunched walls groaned and gurgled, and the sweltering jizz stirred around his body to create thick bubbles, as if it was boiling. Rondo's first thought was that this was the end. The gryphon must have lied to him, and his fate was sealed, as the balls threatened to consume him.
+
+But when the internal walls of Beetle's nut eventually did collapse onto Rondo, he wasn't crushed. He was launched upwards.
+
+In one swift motion, the mouse was squeezed back through the sphincter that had been sealed after his arrival. He was traveling back up the familiar tight tunnels that disappeared back into the gryphon's body. His bulge vanished from Beetle's testicle, forced to repeat the lewd path in reverse. And despite Rondo being extremely more lubricated this time – his orange coat appearing fully white under the omnipresent purple glow –, he didn't seem to travel any faster.
+
+The mouse could feel the pressurized seed pushing him from underneath, frothing and lapping at his groin, but there was so much cum everywhere that the rodent himself caused the ducts to get clogged with his body! As a result of the obstruction, the gryphon's orgasm was prolonged, leading Beetle to clench every muscle around Rondo. The tiny mammal deep in his body was surrounded by tight flesh and ecstatic squawks.
+
+However, as if having cum all over his fur and in his belly, or causing the gryphon to have such a loud orgasm, wasn't humiliating enough, a bump against his hindside was a sign of what was to come. His butt was turned towards the warm geyser that propelled him forward. And, whenever it did, the hot cream lapped at the mouse blocking its way. As the spurts got stronger, and the pressure increased, it wasn't long until they actually broke through... But it didn't nudge him out of the way, but infiltrated his rectum instead!
+
+Rondo squeaked in surprise, and tried to cover his anus with his tail, but maneuvering his appendage in the chaotic tunnel was nearly impossible. He had to accept the filling he was receiving, with no chance of fighting back.
+
+After a few minutes of putting up with Beetle's spunk ducts, creeping forward at a regrettably slow speed, the mouse felt the path forward funnel inward into the prostate again, where he finally decided that enough was enough and tried to claw his way out, fighting the thrusting motions of the gryphon. He was surprised that Beetle continued to hump even during the drawn-out orgasm, but that changed as soon as his tiny body was squeezed through the gland. The urethra was much looser than any previous tubes, and Rondo was finally rocketed through Beetle's whole rod. Within seconds, the mouse was squeezed out in a large glob of semen underneath a long, loud, muffled orgasmic–
+
+"C-CAAAAAWWW~!!"
+
+Though he didn't end up being launched out where he'd expected. Instead of the artificial light of Tina's cave, he was met with complete darkness, and wide walls of a wider flesh chamber. Not having heard anything intelligible from the conversation between the kobold and the gryphon, Rondo wasn't immediately aware of his new whereabouts. Only that he wasn't inside of Beetle anymore, even if spunk still collected around his back, the pool increasing with a couple more vile spurts. Then, he'd heard a sharp 'shlop!' – from Beetle removing his cock from her cervix, and sealing Rondo in the kobold's womb. The mouse, still lost, tried to move around the dark room, stepping over the sticky bath, but fell on all fours from the quaking chamber. The warm walls were reacting to the cum, trying to absorb it despite the incompatible sperm.
+
+"Mmm..."
+
+Tina's voice reverberated around him, sounding loud and close as if she'd whispered directly into one of his large orange ears. Rondo also heard some of the gryphon's grating voice ask a question, although it sounded distant and unclear. The kobold's next words, however, were quite illuminating.
+
+"Yes, he did. I can feel him moving around in my womb. It's...amazing..."
+
+He couldn't believe his ears... Rondo was in the kobold's womb?! That birdbrained buffoon had rutted with his beloved Tina, his secret crush, and used himself to do it! By all means, he should be upset...! But on the other hand, he had never been this close to her before. He was inside of her, quite literally! His blush didn't warm him up quite as effectively as the uterine heat, but this realization only made his cheeks burn more. The mouse was surrounded by her juices, her smells...well, they were still mostly the gryphon's musk, flooding her most private chamber.
+
+He was so close to the kobold, that was true, but he wanted to have been her mate, not her toy. Professing his love to her was the whole reason he'd come to Tina's cave this morning. Maybe he could shout loud enough to be heard, and announce his true feelings, and the kobold would let him out and choose between himself and the gryphon. As long as he was honest and gentlemanly, he was sure that love would prevail, as it did time and time again in the stories about heroes... And if not? He still had fifty-fifty odds.
+
+But his daydreaming was interrupted by Sonatina's voice rumbling around him.
+
+"And you said his name is Nono... Not Rondo?"
+
+She seemed to be talking to the gryphon, and the mouse decided to eavesdrop.
+
+"Alright. This feels so nice... Hm? Oh, it's just that he gives me 'someone who's weird about sex' vibes, that's all...Rondo, I mean. Besides, he's an old friend. I don't know how I could even look him in the eye and explain this side of me... He's not the kind of mouse that would be into kinky stuff like this. It'd be awkward if it was him in there."
+
+...On second thought, he was in no rush to leave. Who knew when he'd get another chance to be this intimate with his beloved Tina? Granted, it was the last way he'd ever imagine hanging out with the kobold, but she seemed to be enjoying him in there. Rondo moved around, trying to feel around for a spot where he wouldn't get so much gryphon cum on his fur. He'd gladly play this role of 'Nono' for her sake...for now. And after being let out, he'd have to explain himself, and why he'd kept quiet inside of her womb. But that was a concern for later.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+"Maybe I should meet this Rondo!" Beetle squawked cheerfully, staring at the slime-covered white kobold lying with him on the cushions of the broken couch. "I'm sure I can help change his mind on that sort of thing."
+
+Sonatina chuckled, rubbing the distended plates over her cum-filled womb, feeling the trapped little mouse skitter inside. "You're welcome to try. But I really doubt he'd be into anything you can offer."
+
+Plus, she'd rather have the gryphon's attention all to herself. She brought her free paw to his lower beak, pulling him closer – and Beetle obliged, smooching her snout, their tongues trading saliva. She'd have wanted to prolong her stay in his bowels, but the kobold was too horny and really needed to be rutted... Plus, she had matters to attend to in the real world, much as she would've wanted to live out her fantasy as his food for longer.
+
+"I should get back to my cave," Tina said after breaking their kiss. "Don't want to let any crazed beasts wander inside and wreck my things."
+
+"Wait. Isn't this your cave?" Beetle squawked.
+
+The kobold blinked, then looked around her. Her eyes widened, and she jumped in a panic, pushing the gryphon's beak away.
+
+"W-What on earth happened here?! The whole place is destroyed!"
+
+"Not the whole place–" Beetle answered, awkwardly standing up, managing to break another floor plank into two halves under his paw. "It's just a bit messy, is all."
+
+"N-No, it's not! All my stuff is utterly ruined!" Tina rushed to the back room with her wobbling tummy, her first instinct being to inspect the overflowing bookcase on the wall. She sighed in relief, after ensuring that every single book was in proper order. Yet she was still upset about everything else, storming back to the orange gryphon casually preening his wing. "What did you do? ...And why does it smell like gryphon cum all over?!"
+
+Beetle grinned awkwardly with his beak. "Oh, I got a bit excited with you squeezing through my guts, hehe... I lost count of how many times I jerked off after the sixth."
+
+"It's not funny, Beetle! This took me literally my lifetime to decorate and put together." She grabbed a flask off the ground, its contents long spilled and dried. "Now I have to start all over, and it's your fault!"
+
+"Don't worry, Violina, I can fix it! Making messes disappear is just as fun as making them."
+
+She crossed her arms. "...What, are you secretly a time warlock?"
+
+"No, but I know a husky who is! And they owe me, so I can–"
+
+"First off, it's Sonatina. So-na-ti-na, not Violina. And I think you should go, Beetle. You've 'helped' enough."
+
+Beetle got up and approached her, being more careful not to make any more tears on her ripped-open couch. "I'm sorry, Sonatina! First, for messing up your name... And also, for making you upset about your home. But it's true, I can make it all better if you let me!"
+
+"Like how...?" She looked up at him, before noticing a strand of saliva falling from his open beak onto her shoulder.
+
+"Like this–!"
+
+Without hesitation, his neck craned down, gobbling the white kobold into his beak. His jaws lifted the anthro almost a fourth of his size off the ground, easily snagging her slime-covered form onto his tongue. Though a bunch of Beetle's anal juices had been soaked the gryphon's fluff and the kobold's ruined furniture, most of it still lubricated her scales, its purple shine reflecting off her cave's lighting. With her snout pointing inwards, Tina was forced to watch his gullet, pulsing in peristalsis and glow, inviting her to travel the same way she had just a day ago. Would he really force her to endure the trip through his entire tracts once more...?
+
+Beetle gulped without a care, quickly forcing her up to her shoulders into the squelching tunnel. Her legs flailed from the sides of his beak, more for show than actually trying to escape her fate, and her horns pushed against his pharynx, tickling the sensitive flesh. The gryphon wasn't concerned about being bruised by the bony appendages, especially not after she'd traveled through all of his tunnels without causing any harm. Instead, his attention was turned to the slit between her legs, which he intruded with his tapered tongue to savor his own salty seed within her sweet folds. It was better than tasting his own butt all over her.
+
+Tina moaned in kind, thrusting her hips to let the warm, drooling, purple dildo penetrate her. His choked breaths directed more of that familiar grape smell towards her mouth and nose, readying to claim her completely once more. His seed sloshed in her womb along rhythmic waves, the tiny mouse doused in jizz and jostled against every wall being almost forgotten at this point. She was still upset at the state of her home, but Beetle's risqué gambit made her worries melt once more. Making her forbidden fantasy a reality, once more. As soon as she was inside, Tina would be completely powerless and at his mercy... Although she already was in a Manner.
+
+Few actually resisted his charm, the overconfident gryphon thought to himself, as a lion-like paw began to stroke his rod again. Willing prey, like the kobold, barely needed any convincing. But by eating her again, he had no ill intention towards her. Beetle was simply providing her with more fun, and a chance to not worry about meager things, like a destroyed home, as well as let off some steam. He squeezed his tongue deep into her; and what gushed out of her vagina was quite denser than steam. Feeling her ejaculation was his cue to swallow, snapping his beak shut after her legs entered his maw. Her pussy escaped from his tongue's reach while its squirts continued to paint his maw with her sweet flavor, and melodic orgasmic yells were drowned out deep into his neck. With another gulp to squeeze whatever fluids were left in his mouth down his esophagus, he made sure that any remaining trace of her wouldn't leave his body – for now.
+
+Tina's bulge was quite formidable in his neck, expanding it to almost double its usual girth. Beetle always loved to watch large prey disappear into his chest on a mirror, but she'd have sunk too far inside before he'd had the chance to find one in her cave. Instead, he continued to paw himself, savoring how stuffed he felt once more. No matter how spent his barbed cock was, he was approaching yet another orgasmic peak, but he timed his release to delay it just a bit longer... Beetle wanted to make sure that Sonatina would go down the right pipe.
+
+The kobold was continually squeezed through the purple tunnel, its glow reflecting off of the multitude of fluids covering her squamous body. But in the chaos of Beetle's esophagus, she failed to notice the new bend she was forced into, passing through a tight sphincter. She assumed that it would lead her back to the gryphon's stomach. Instead, she'd started to slip into a noticeably different chamber; wide, smooth, and without ridges or folds along the walls. Every detail was visible under his dim deep purple bioluminescence, including a noticeable lack of fluids bar the ones joining her. The churns of his stomach were audible at a muffled proximity, but his heartbeat was almost deafening – coming from a bent section on the roof, which swelled inwards with every thump.
+
+As soon as Tina had spilled into his crop, Beetle cawed loudly, though his screech could only be heard in her cave. A fresh batch of cum spewed from his cock – but this time, without any mice in the mix –, and the kobold's destroyed couch was given a new white coating, messy and musky, strands spilling into a large puddle before the fabric even managed to soak the liquid. With no concern for his own cleanliness, the gryphon collapsed on the very same couch, ignoring his hygiene to instead feel over the large bulge appearing underneath his chest tufts. His latest mate was clearly visible, pushing horns and limbs against his paws, showing partial imprints of her physique from his pouch.
+
+"Ooh, that tickles!" Beetle squawked cheerfully, kneading his prey in return.
+
+Tina chuckled inside, studying his anatomy. "You never told me you had a crop."
+
+"Oh, didn't I? I assumed you knew about them."
+
+"Yeah, but not every gryphon has one. At least from what I've learned... It's my first time ever seeing one." Or -being- in one.
+
+"Well, I didn't want to lose you down my intestines again. Unless you -really- want to." He teased back. "In which case, there's another sphincter in there that leads you straight to my stomach."
+
+She shuffled inside of him, noticing a sealed drain almost all the way opposite of the crop's entrance. "Huh... This, I've never heard about."
+
+"Otherwise, you can stay in my crop until your home gets fixed. Until then, I'll be your home!"
+
+Tina shook her head, with an amused grin. "Heh... All this swallowing business made me forget about my destroyed home."
+
+"Good! Continue to enjoy yourself in there until I clean up this mess."
+
+"If you say so, I won't complain." She leaned against the crop's wall, admiring the light pulsing along with his heartbeat. "How do you even intend to fix my cave...?"
+
+"Well, I have an idea." Beetle announced as he stood up, walking towards the torn down doorway of her cave. "A time warlock could fix this in no time, buuut... I know a big dragon who's a master artisan, and he can certainly improve your home."
+
+"Dragon? Artisan? Improve? But I don't need to improve anything–"
+
+"Of course you do! Half of your stuff broke as soon as I touched it!" He looked back on the grandiose mess he'd left inside, before flicking off the electrical light switch and exiting. "This place was clearly not made with a gryphon like me in mind."
+
+"...Well, duh. It's made for someone like me."
+
+"But with a bigger doorframe and better flooring and furniture, I can come visit you in your cave at any time!"
+
+Tina blushed at his unspoken suggestion to become a proper acquaintance. "T-That's actually not a bad idea... But how much is this even gonna cost me?"
+
+"Oh, don't worry about gold! This master artisan owes me a favor. And he's such a large dragon, I'm sure he can get his job done in no more than half a day. Probably even faster than I made a mess of it!"
+
+It sounded too good to be true, but so did Beetle's promise of giving the kobold 'the trip of her life' through his tripe yesterday – and that had turned out exactly as promised. "T-Thanks.... I don't even know how to repay you!"
+
+"I do!" Beetle grinned, walking along a dirt path. "When it's all done -you- will owe me a favor! And a good apothecary goes a long way in these parts, you know."
+
+"Oh, so you figured out I'm a potion maker...?"
+
+"I may have seen a book spine or two in your house which looked like advanced alchemy tomes... Or very similar to ones I've seen before."
+
+"So they were." She chuckled, realizing how he hadn't mentioned their titles, but still knew what those books were about. "You're much smarter than you look."
+
+"And so are you, Sonatina!" Reaching the clearing where he'd first met her, he looked around, and then up, to check the winds carrying the clouds. "Anyway, I'll grab us some breakfast on the way, you must be quite hungry too. Then we'll visit the artisan. Things might get a bit shaky inside while I'm flying!"
+
+"Yeah, I could do with some food." The kobold patted her belly, feeling her empty stomach despite the large bulge on her midriff, as both his seed and the anonymous mouse had settled peacefully inside. "Although..."
+
+"Hm?"
+
+"Oh, it's nothing. I was just curious... How come this artisan even owes you a favor?"
+
+"Ah, that's simple! Because we did things!"
+
+She raised her head, feeling his heartbeat just across the roof, its pumping blood warming up her scales. "...Things?"
+
+"Sexy, messy, unspeakable things. I'd love to tell you all about it on our way there."
+
+"Even messier than our sex...?" Tina was excited to hear about Beetle's horny adventures as his crop pressed down on her, not realizing as her claws unconsciously reached for her clitoris.
+
+"Oh, most definitely–!"
+
+With a powerful flap of his orange wings sporting leopard spots, the gryphon soared, as gusts of air blew over grass, flaps thundering over any other sounds from the forest. In a matter of seconds, Beetle and his occupants had vanished with the wind.

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+---
+title: For the Night
+pubDate: 2022-12-26
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1500
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal same size anal vore, willing anthro male dog pred, willing anthro female pony prey, straight anal sex, threesome, sexuality play.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_7_for_the_night.png
+description: |
+  Sometimes, what a couple needs is a third-party to spice things up. And Brand will make sure that this night is unforgettable.
+tags: ['anal vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'female prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey',  'same size', 'straight sex', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+"Hmmm, yeah...!" Kente moaned as he thrust into Miru's lubed ass slowly, picking up pace. The pony had wanted to do anal with his same-species girlfriend for quite a while, but she also wanted to do it to him. However, he didn't want to be on the receiving end, so those conversations never got anywhere... Until Miru brought the idea of doing a threesome.
+
+"Mmmf..." She moaned herself, her face covered by a Shetland sheepdog's butt. Brand was the one sitting on her, and she had found him through a web ad. Kente was in the dark about the Manner of services he offered, but he still seemed to be a qualified professional, and Miru was having fun, so the boyfriend couldn't complain, even if he had no interest in the other man for their 'threesome'.
+
+The Sheltie leaned back on her long snout, letting her tongue reach his hole more easily. His ring parted effortlessly for her, letting her tongue explore him. Miru could taste the melon-flavored lube in his soft tunnel, coating the walls of the rectum, enticing her to taste deeper into Brand.
+
+The sheepdog's own cock twitched in his condom, which was hidden from the other pony's line of sight behind his body – since Kente said that he would be uncomfortable staring at another man's junk during sex. But each thrust from the miniature horse caused the girl to push around a bit at his entrance, and grunt to vibrate his sensitive end. Miru's own ass felt too tight around her boyfriend's cock, so the male pony was making progress at a careful pace.
+
+No matter how pleasurable getting penetrated felt, she was more interested in rimming the Sheltie right now. Brand leaned more of his weight on her face, shifting her snout a bit further in for her tongue to reach a new depth. He relaxed his muscles a bit more, and his anus began to stretch more around her.
+
+Kente wasn't make much headway on his end, until he heard a 'shlorp!' across the bed. Under the sheepdog's spread buttcheeks, he could see that most of his girlfriend's face had sunk into the hole! "What the...?!" He gasped, and Brand raised his ass in response, letting the lube-covered head of the pony slip back out onto the mattress.
+
+"M-More..." Miru begged. Her boyfriend noticed how her insides also relaxed to let his long flared cock fit deeper in her. He never knew that she was into kinky stuff like this, but it was her idea to call the Sheltie for this, after all. It was definitely something new for Kente, but he decided to nod to Brand and let her enjoy the other male's attention, especially if it meant making more progress.
+
+The dog smiled, leaning back to easily take her face back in and resume from where they'd stopped. But with more lube around her head, and the couple's willingness, he got her further in. Most of her head was squishing against his lubricated insides, but there was still a long way to go.
+
+Brand started to lean his body away, angling her more easily into him. As the pony's tongue drove deeper into him to lap at the lubed flesh, Miru also brought her two hands to spread his elastic hole wider, and slip each arm inside. Even Kente's thrusting was helping to get her further into the Sheltie, each one causing a wet 'squelch' to be heard. Brand could feel everything, even the girl's warm breath on his walls.
+
+Her boyfriend didn't like the idea of being so close to another guy's butthole, especially one that was swallowing up his girlfriend. But listening to her muffled moan coming from his midriff, loud enough for his sensitive ears to make out, awakened something in him. He withdrew then shoved his dick entirely in her, finally able to fit it all in her guts. A tiny bulge appeared on her belly, at the deepest point that he could reach – and Miru screamed in delight. He closed his eyes, pretending that it was only the two of them, her moans being suppressed by a pillow, and continued to hump her now relaxed insides.
+
+His prey was greedily slurping all of the melon-flavored lube, so Brand knew that he had to pick up his pace before it was gone before serving its purpose. With extreme dexterity, he managed to twist around with the pony's shoulders already in his rectum, until he had turned around with his cock facing up. This made it easier to slip down on her body, and he used his hands to work each boob into his hungry but stretchy hole. The bulge in his belly was nothing to scoff at, with her hands and head clearly visible through the long Sheltie fur.
+
+Miru was in an absolute frenzy, being surrounded by warm flesh and the artificial nectar. With another yell, she reached her first orgasm, but hopefully not her last for the night.
+
+Kente felt her warm juices pouring out from her vagina and onto his legs, and then he fully trust once more, reaching a simultaneous climax. He could feel his seed filling up her intestines, and he opened his eyes to look down. He had quite a bit of cum to dump in her, and her bowels bloated substantially more than with his dick alone. He kept it inside of her to enjoy her warmth for as long as he could – which wouldn't be much longer.
+
+After the couple had orgasmed, it was Brand's turn to finish it off. He clenched his anal muscles, which managed to pull Miru a few inches deeper in a single 'swallow'. His intestines were now working like a reverse esophagus, pulling the pony up. Kente felt his girlfriend slip away from his still hard member, and simply stared in awe at the Sheltie noisily slurping her up. Was this talent why she'd chosen him for this in the first place?
+
+The sheepdog smirked at his audience and, grabbing her hips, shoved the whole upper section of the pony in, his guts noticeably complaining and squelching with the furry intrusion. Kente simply stood on the same spot with his cock hanging in the air, but he was still hard.
+
+"Wanna shove her in? Or pull her back?" Brand teased.
+
+"Uhh, n-no way I'm going near your butt. I'm not gay." The boyfriend excused himself, blushing.
+
+"Fine. Suit yourself~..." Clenching harder, he continued to slurp her. She was filling him up so well, that Brand couldn't help himself but cum into the condom he'd been wearing. Each spurt in sync with a clench of his greedy guts. When his climax settled, his ass had devoured her up to the ankles. "Final chance..." He warned, but Kente simply pretended to look away. The Sheltie shrugged and pushed her hooves into his hole, clenching one last time for good measure to get Miru completely out of sight. The sheepdog's hole playfully puckered out a bit when it was over.
+
+"Is...that her moaning?" The pony asked about the weird sound coming from Brand's belly.
+
+"Sure is... I think she's almost orgasming again– ah!" One more muffled yell, and then his insides went quiet. "There she goes. I guess she loves being in there..."
+
+Kente scratched his arm, flustered. "So... what now?"
+
+"I can let her keep enjoying my bowels. After all, she did pay for the full night package. And we can have some fun in the meantime~... Or I can let her out in your bathroom."
+
+"Ew...? N-N-No homo, dude! And I'd rather she didn't smell like dog butt after she gets out... But don't do it in our shower!"
+
+Brand smiled. "So, can I take her home for the night?"
+
+"Uhhh...?"
+
+"Don't worry, I'll let her out in the morning. But in case you change your mind later, I've sent you my phone and address, if you wanna have some fun..."
+
+"A-Absolutely not!"
+
+"Fine then." The Sheltie tossed the tied condom into a trashcan, and was getting partially dressed. He didn't bother putting his top back on, to let the pony-filled belly sag down to cover the crotch area of his pants. "I'll see you in the morning, cutie– Sorry, force of habit."
+
+Once he got his things, Kente showed him the door of their condo, and he disappeared in his car heading onto the road. The pony collapsed into the arm chair, conflicted. He obviously could do without the male dog in their sex, but Miru had obviously loved all of it – and was still enjoying herself, no doubt –, and he did have one of his best nuts ever in his girlfriend's guts. If he let her rim his hole next time, then maybe she would let him do it again without–
+
+W-Wait, no! Ugh, those two were getting into his head! There was no conceivable way he'd receive anal and enjoy it, right? Right...?

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+---
+title: Gentle and Cruel
+pubDate: 2023-10-31
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 5200
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal size difference oral vore, with gentle male anthro badger pred, cruel monster pred, and willing to unwilling male anthro lynx prey. Also includes regurgitation, aftercare, thriller/horror scenes, and implied transformation.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_15_gentle_and_cruel.png
+description: |
+  Jack celebrates a very special date with his boyfriend, but his secret might put Abdis in jeopardy...
+
+  So... yeah, managed to get a Halloween story done in time! Despite the craziness that this month was, for personal reasons. The start of November should be rocky too (also for personal reasons), but hopefully I can get into a better upload rhythm than 'once a month'. Maybe.
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'unwilling prey', 'size difference', 'regurgitation', 'transformation']
+---
+
+Jack smiled to himself while sitting on the couch. His paws ran over the short fur on his black belly, focusing on the bulge jutting out from the midriff. They were slow as to not stir the small lynx inside. The badger had swallowed the wild cat a few hours ago, and both of them knew that he would be perfectly safe within. It was the first time that Jack had swallowed Abdis – but not the first that either of them had experienced vore.
+
+As the badger continued to comfort his belly occupant, unsure if Abdis was asleep or not, he glanced at the calendar. October 30th... Today, they had been together for 3 months. Of course, they could have tried vore sooner, but Jack had insisted that their anniversary was the perfect occasion. And the badger had made arrangements for it. Preparing a hearty breakfast to serve to his wonderful little lynx in bed, and teasing his boyfriend about what they would do later as he fasted... Going for a lovely bike ride at the park – before cleaning themselves together in an intimate, shared shower... Watching a corny gay rom-com as Jack cuddled with him on the couch – making sure that the lynx's ear was planted on his rumbling, empty stomach...
+
+Abdis couldn't contain himself before the credits even started rolling. And neither could Jack.
+
+The mustelid swallowed the lynx as gently as he could, opposite to how Abdis basically burrowed himself into his maw in haste. There wasn't even time for them to realize that they should probably have taken their clothes off, although both of them were at least shirtless for it. And Jack gulped his boyfriend just as eagerly as Abdis crawled down his throat, sweatpants and all. All the while, managing his rather sensitive gag reflex, so it wouldn't be a problem. In no time, the lynx squeezed through the badger's neck and was tucked away in his tummy, safe and loved, subject to the embrace from both the walls of the stomach and the paws outside.
+
+Nothing in the world would've convinced Jack to leave his couch. He simply lied down on the cushions, hugging his boyfriend more deeply than ever before. Feeling the stretched skin under his fur, and flirting with his stomach in short, honeyed declarations. Abdis, on the other hand, kept repeating the same few words that Jack never got tired of:
+
+"This is perfect..."
+
+The movie had ended about an hour ago, and it had been a while since Abdis last replied to him. Although he continued to twitch in the tight caress of the gastric walls, Jack could tell that he wasn't awake – or, at most, half-asleep. The badger eventually sat up, feeling the slight shift of his feline prey that came with the change of gravity. His paws were ever still glued to his belly as if he didn't want to lose what it held by any cost, moving only to gently rub the lynx-shaped bulge.
+
+Jack didn't really want to wake up his boyfriend, who was no doubt having the most perfect moment of the most perfect day. But he looked at the calendar, and the date was October 30th. Midnight was approaching, fast. Too fast...
+
+"Abdis?" Jack gently jostled his stomach. "Wakey wakey..."
+
+A groggy response from his boyfriend came within, while limbs stretched against the limited space. "Mmf... Is it morning already?"
+
+"Heh heh... Not yet." He couldn't help but touch his black nose to his belly, and give the bulge a smooch. "Maybe next time I can let you stay the night inside. But I think I should let you out now, so you can get cleaned up."
+
+"Mm... You know I can't resist it when you ask this nicely, Jack~. Besides, I feel like kissing something other than your perfect, wonderful, slimy stomach."
+
+The badger hugged his stomach. Not too tight to smother Abdis, just enough to show how much he cherished him. Still holding his belly close to himself, Jack stood up, wobbling a little bit with the extra weight before heading over to his bathroom.
+
+"I'm sure you do~." Jack replied, enjoying the sag of his furry midriff when he slowly released the bulge. "And there's something important that I'd like to say when you're out."
+
+"Oh...?"
+
+Jack was glad that his boyfriend couldn't see his smile wavering just then. The badger walked into the bathroom, pushing aside the shower curtain as he knelt in front of the bathtub. He made sure that Abdis's bulge was propped on the edge of the ceramic bowl; which, from experience, would make this next part easier.
+
+"Alright, Abdis, I'm ready to regurgitate you. Do you know what you have to do...?"
+
+"Yep!" Abdis said, making sure that he was as limp as he could with his arms next to his torso. "And don't worry about being too rough, Jack."
+
+But Jack would be anything but rough. He leaned forward, relaxing his throat as he opened his maw in a big yawn. Black flesh, white teeth, revealed to an unremarkable tiled wall. The bottom of his stomach was squeezed by the bathtub as it was deliberately pushed down, moving the bulge of the lynx further up his body. Being half his size, Abdis's head squeezed back into his esophagus without trouble, and his controlled heaves brought him up gently. Jack could feel the shifting of the lynx unfurling, ejected from the stomach and unfolding into a flat position.
+
+Progress was slow but constant, the mass being shifted further and further up Jack's body with all the tenderness in the world. It wasn't exactly pleasant for the badger, in truth, but it wouldn't be even if he rushed things along. The only thing that the mustelid wanted was for Abdis to feel cozy, even as he left his body. It was another perfect Manner of displaying his love.
+
+As most of Abdis had left his stomach – the lynx now stretching his chest and neck instead of sagging his belly –, he gaped his throat when he felt the nose poke the opening from the opposite end. The slimy face surfaced with a gasp for fresh air, but mostly getting badger breath into his lungs. Jack's maw was wide open, providing enough space between the two rows of teeth and dark-hued tongue to give a full view of the white ceramic in the bathtub. The acrid taste of gastric slime on his boyfriend didn't faze Jack, who simply continued to push him out.
+
+His lower jaw was lined with the slope of the tub, giving Abdis enough space to slip inside. The writhing mass now escaped with its own weight rather than heaves, dragged down to lie along the newly formed slime pool. The wide parts of the lynx were as easy to push out as they were to swallow, and without a single gag, Jack calmly spat out the ankles and tail to join the rest of Abdis. His knees scooted forward, and he brought his striped black-and-white face close to the spotted wild cat.
+
+"How was that?" The badger asked, with a satisfied grin. He knew exactly what answer he would get.
+
+"Wow... That was the gentlest time I've ever been puked out! It was perfect, Jack~."
+
+His vomit-smelling boyfriend leaned forward for a smooch, and Jack returned the gesture – not minding the taste of his lips, or when the arms covered in gastric slime hugged his head. The badger broke the embrace and faced the faucet, turning it on and letting the warm liquid slowly fill towards the lynx.
+
+"Make sure you're squeaky clean before you head out," Jack instructed. "Give me that green bottle over there, it's got the post-vore soap."
+
+Abdis wiped some slime from his face before reaching for it, but he couldn't hide the slight disappointment in his expression. "Head out...? I thought I would stay the night with you."
+
+"Sorry, not today. There is...someone coming over at midnight. He's a long-time acquaintance, and he's not good with other people."
+
+"A friend? Can't you introduce your boyfriend to him?"
+
+Jack took the soap that Abdis had grabbed and squirted it onto his grayish paw. He was pensive, thinking of how to respond as he started to scrub his lynx boyfriend with his gentle claws. "...Sorry, maybe another time. I'm still not ready."
+
+Abdis sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the ample hand covering him in foamy suds. "That's okay, Jack. Then, you can introduce me whenever you are! I don't wanna spoil your perfect night~."
+
+"Heh, -our- perfect night~."
+
+The badger continued to handle Abdis, washing the slime off of his reddish fur and sweatpants. To Jack, this sweet moment of aftercare was just as enjoyable as everything preceding it, if not more. And the lynx was clearly loving the attention from his mustelid boyfriend that was twice his height.
+
+Suddenly, Abdis snapped back, turning again to Jack while sitting on the bathtub. "Oh...! What was it that you wanted to say, earlier? You said it was important."
+
+The badger was surprised, having completely forgotten about it. "O-Oh. Uhh, it's not that important, really. Maybe another day." Jack looked at his watch apprehensively. "Plus, I'm gonna– I mean, my f-friend will be here soon. So get yourself ready to leave before midnight, and I'll see you tomorrow morning."
+
+The lynx nodded, watching as the badger stood up and moved to the door.
+
+"I hope you have a perfect end of your day, my love~."
+
+"You too, Jack."
+
+He closed the door, muffling the sounds of the bath to the hallway he was standing in. Jack frowned once he was out of sight, dragging his feet downstairs towards the basement in preparation for his 'friend's visit', so to speak. He hated having to send Abdis away for the night, especially on this special occasion for the couple. But Jack would hate it more if he'd let him stay to endure what midnight had in store for him.
+
+Jack should've told him sooner. Oh well. Tomorrow morning, maybe he would have the time to explain himself, and apologize profusely for acting like this...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Jack almost proposed to him...!
+
+Well, maybe... But it was the only conclusion that Abdis arrived at.
+
+The lynx flicked the diverter on the faucet, and the water started to pour out from the shower-head instead, way out of reach for Abdis. This made it easier to wash off the gunk from the fun he'd had with his boyfriend.
+
+What else could Jack have intended to tell him, then failed to do so at the last minute, out of embarrassment...? Asking his hand in marriage was the only thing that Abdis could think of!
+
+But wasn't it too soon? After all, they'd only been dating for 3 months. But they were 3 wonderful months, and the badger had been nothing short of the perfect man for him. As crazy as it sounded, if Jack had pulled out a ring from his pocket, Abdis was ready to yell 'yes' right then and there. While the badger's enzymes were still fresh on his fur.
+
+However, the matter of Jack's 'friend' seemed to take precedence for whatever reason. Far from Abdis to be overly jealous, but something about the badger's tone had unsettled him. As if there was something to be afraid of... He was more worried about his boyfriend's safety than his own, but he also wanted to trust Jack's words. He had just trusted him with his own life, after all, cheesy though it sounded in his own head.
+
+Having sufficiently cleaned himself, Abdis turned off the shower and stepped out onto the floor mat. The spotted fur on the grayish-red lynx was completely drenched, and he used the badger's oversized drier on himself. Apparently, he had to leave before midnight. Just like in that fairy tale with the crystal shoe! And, much like in fiction, leaving his prince charming behind. Abdis chuckled at the thought. He'd have to remember to tell Jack that joke later. Maybe workshop it a little before sending, though.
+
+Although he had no way to keep track of the time, with his phone probably lost somewhere inside of the couch. The lynx assumed that he had enough time to dry himself before heading out into the wide world of their small town. His sweatpants – which he was still wearing, despite everything – would be wet anyway, so he should at least be thorough and dry the rest of his body, to make sure he wouldn't catch a cold or anything. He imagined what would happen if he got sick... Jack would be beside himself with worry! Knowing him, the badger would likely spoon-feed him soup all day long.
+
+Besides, if he left just a tiny bit after midnight, it wouldn't be a big deal, right? It's not like his car would magically turn into a pumpkin or something when the hands of the clock were aligned.
+
+Abdis walked out of the shower and into Jack's bedroom, finding the TV still frozen on the DVD player's menu. His paw dug into the space between the large cushions, trying to fish his phone from where it should have been dropped. It definitely wasn't in the pocket of his sweatpants; the lynx distinctly remembered checking as much before he dove into the badger's inviting maw. But just because it wasn't lost inside of Jack's guts, it didn't mean that it would be easy to find. All he fished out of the couch was a remote controller and nothing else.
+
+He looked around the room, but Abdis hadn't really been anywhere else all day in Jack's house, except when they came back from the park. He checked his phone when they'd passed by the door, but–
+
+...Oh, of course! The lynx remembered. He had left it by the hall, no doubt about it.
+
+He stormed down the stairs and moved to the door, and there it was, on the cupboard! What a relief... Abdis checked the screen; still some battery left, and the clock said '11:59 pm'. Heh, just in time. He looked around, but there was no sign of Jack. Hmm, no problem, the lynx thought. Maybe he could simply text him when he got home, and then, meet him tomorrow.
+
+As his paw went up to the doorknob, the sound of grating metal startled him. Even more startling was when he heard a loud 'thump!', watching as metal plates sealed the gap between Abdis and the front door! He jumped back in the fright, and heard similar thumps spaced out across the house, coming from where the windows and backyard door should be. It was like in those silly sci-fi shows where the metal doors would close off every exit in a spaceship...but this was very real, and quite unsettling!
+
+A tiny beep called the wild cat's attention. The source seemed to be an intercom device, right next to the hidden front door. "SCHEDULED EMERGENCY LOCK ACTIVATED", a robotic voice spoke through the speaker, while the screen flashed '12:00 am'. "VOICE RECOGNITION REQUIRED TO UNLOCK".
+
+"V-Voice recognition...?" Abdis thought to himself out loud, and the intercom made a retro buzzer noise in turn. Figures that it would only respond to Jack's voice, but...why?!
+
+And how...? And what...? Why would Jack even have such an absurd security system in his home?!
+
+Abdis jumped again when he heard a distant noise from the other way. The sound of chains rattling against each other, or something similar. It was hard to say for sure.
+
+"J-Jack...?" The lynx called out. He ignored the buzzer from the security system beside him, focusing on what sounded like a distant grunt. The low pitch gave it the likeness of a large predator's growl. And that spine-chilling noise came from below... The basement? His fur raised, his entire body already knowing that the feline was in danger. But Abdis didn't know if the large badger was safe with the threat looming in the house, either. He had to make sure.
+
+Carefully, he made his way downstairs, and the rattling and grunting were getting closer. There was a wooden door at the end muffling the noises, but the terrible aura behind it was palpable. To Abdis, it sounded like a horrifying beast was inside of the room. Was this the 'friend' that Jack had mentioned...? How did they get in?
+
+As the lynx got right up to the door, all of the noises stopped. The silence that followed was bloodcurdling. But Abdis mustered what little heart he still had, and called out again.
+
+"...Jack–"
+
+A guttural roar froze Abdis in his track. His blood turned to ice. The sounds of chains scraping themselves only got more grating – and then, metal twisting and bending before clunking onto the ground. Whatever was inside got free from its shackles, and started banging against the door. The monster was strong and massive, its full weight being thrown against the door nearly causing the wood to bend and frame to crack. The wide-eyed lynx could only step backwards and upstairs, watching in horror as the thumping continued.
+
+Only until the lock gave in. The battered door, barely holding onto its hinges, creaked as it slowly opened towards the basement. A long claw started to peer through the dark crack. Without a second thought, Abdis turned around and sprinted, panicking.
+
+Oh my god oh my god oh my god. There was a bonafide monster in the house, and the lynx and his boyfriend were trapped inside with it!
+
+He rushed to the front door again, gripping at the security lock device at the wall. He slipped and would have fallen, if he wasn't holding onto it for dear life.
+
+"H-Help!" Abdis yelled into it as hard as he could, with his heart stuck in his throat.
+
+He simply got another buzzer rejecting the command. Of course, it'd said something about 'voice recognition' moments ago. Which meant that he needed to find Jack – but this time, solely out of self-preservation. The lynx's instincts snuffed any urge of selflessness.
+
+He could hear chains clinking up the steps to the basement, closer and closer. Its steps were heavy and gut-wrenching, as were its groans. The monster was taking its sweet time to stalk its prey, no doubt. But Abdis wouldn't stop and wait for it, and he rushed back upstairs, stopping when something wiggled out of the pocket of his sweatpants and dropped to the stairs. His phone...! The lynx quickly snatched it and dashed to Jack's room, shutting the door behind him.
+
+After locking it, Abdis tried to barricade the passage by pushing the large sofa in the middle of the room. But as much as he tried to push, it just wouldn't budge. Having been made for the badger, it was too big and heavy for him! Regular sweat joined the cold one on his forehead, but any expended effort was in vain. The chains outside were approaching Jack's room – and if the basement door was any indication, the lock wouldn't hold for long.
+
+He had to find a place to hide, quickly...!
+
+\*\*\*
+
+The beast wrapped its claws around the chain fragments still hanging from its neck, pulling on them until the metal broke off like a bent chopstick. The last of the shackles fell down the stairs with heavy clangs, also releasing the tight muzzle it was wearing. With its jaws free, the monster growled, bearing its fangs at the door to Jack's bedroom. The one to the basement was reinforced on the inside – unbeknownst to Abdis –, and this one was clearly not.
+
+A single ram of its whole body didn't simply knock it open, but knocked it down. The large piece of wood – broken off where the hinges should be – was sent flying, landing onto the couch. As the furry beast's black paws thumped onto the floor, it started to track its prey with its nose, now that rust from the muzzle wasn't clouding its sense of smell.
+
+So delicious, so savory, so sweet. Normally, it wouldn't fight so fiercely out of its restraints. But this year, it craved the lynx more than anything else it ever had...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Abdis's heart was almost jumping through his ribs as he hid in the bathtub in the dark, behind the curtain. It was still wet from his shower. As adrenaline rushed in his veins, he could only focus on his phone, and hope that he could get some help. The dial tone was still ringing.
+
+Come on... Pick up... Anyone...
+
+"You've called emergency services," the voice on the other side of the line answered dispassionately, "how may I help?"
+
+The lynx hesitated to reply, as he heard his stalker just outside of the bathroom. That brutal presence on the other side of the door. If Abdis could see through the curtain, he'd notice its shadow through the crack under the door.
+
+"Hello?" The operator asked again.
+
+Abdis kept his voice as low as he could muster. "H-Hi... I need help, I'm being chased by a m-monster... My address is–"
+
+"Sir? I'm afraid that I can't hear you. Could you repeat that?"
+
+"I said that I need–!"
+
+The door that stood between the monster and its prize wouldn't last for long. As soon as Abdis raised his voice, there was a loud bang. Like lightning, it lit the bathroom. The door was ripped away from its place, falling to the tiled flooring. The wood creaked again as the clawed paw shifted its weight onto it. The lynx held his breath, but once the creature had entered the bathroom, he was afraid that it was too late to remain unnoticed.
+
+The voice spoke again on the speaker of his phone. "Sir? This better not be a Halloween prank–"
+
+The large maw lunged through the curtain, ripping it with its fangs as it snapped at the sound. Abdis yelled as the phone was cleanly snatched from his paw, leaving a handful of slobber on his digits. He was face-to-face with the terrifying beast, whose fangs made short work of his cellphone. With one squeeze, the device broke in half, falling and joining the door at the floor.
+
+The lynx called out as loudly as he could. "JACK, HELP ME!"
+
+But it was no use. The creature lunged at Abdis, bearing claws and teeth that skimmed his fur. It pinned him between the oversized tub and its tongue, keeping part of the lynx in its maw. The monster was assaulting Abdis with overbearing licks, and he tried to fight for dear life, unsure of the chaotic situation unfolding as he pushed against the ravenous jaws.
+
+It was hard to get a good look at his aggressor, but there was plenty to hear and feel. The throat rumbled like a growling dog, but extremely more terrifying than any hound he'd seen. Its fangs touched his fur and made his skin crawl, afraid that they would rip him open at any moment. The strong mandibles couldn't pin him properly against the slippery bathtub, and Abdis was tossed and jostled as he got a shower of saliva.
+
+He tried to scream, but his panicked breathing left him short on breath for anything other than struggling. Abdis punched and kicked as best as he could, but he might as well have been dueling a stone wall. A very hungry one, by all indications. Even as terror flooded his mind, it was painstakingly clear that the beast wanted to eat Abdis. There was no other reason why it would put so much effort into fitting the uncooperative lynx into its maw.
+
+It was also clear that the monster could have crushed him as easily as the doors in Jack's house, or shredded him to pieces with its teeth like the phone it'd snapped in half. The fact that it didn't could only mean that it wanted to swallow Abdis whole. The lynx had experience with vore, but this wasn't like the consensual acts he'd udnergone. No, he couldn't trust the aggressive, single-minded creature to keep him safe once he was in its stomach.
+
+So he couldn't be swallowed, no matter what. And fighting against it like this would only delay his destiny. Somehow, he had to escape and make a run for it at the first opportunity. Abdis managed to free one of his arms from the beast's grip, struggling to lift his chest and getting a closer look at it. And he found his opportunity.
+
+The creature's head was mostly white, with two dark stripes aligned with its snout. There, on the stripes, Abdis could see its bloodthirsty gaze, and he attempted to punch the eye closest to his freed paw.
+
+And it seemed successful, at first...! It yelped and winced in pain, and he pulled his other arm out. Abdis seemed to be in one piece still, but now he had to run. He stood up and dashed away from the monstrous head, making a run for the edge of the bathtub that was unobstructed by the colossal furry body. He tried to leap out, but something caught his ankle. The creature had recovered and grabbed Abdis with its claws, causing him to slip right back onto the bathtub and slam his chin right onto the floor! The pounding hit splashed some drool pooling at the bottom of the hard surface, but it didn't cushion his fall in the slightest.
+
+The impact left the lynx dazed, and he couldn't fight as the beast dragged him closer towards its maw. His awareness was dulled, but like a distant sensation, Abdis could feel the texture of its tongue when his legs were placed onto it and slowly dragged in. The creature didn't waste too much time savoring him, only long enough to get the sweatpants all drooled on again before dragging his toes into his gullet with a gulp.
+
+It murred wickedly as more of the lynx was stuffed down its throat, its guttural rumbling drowning out the groggy mumbling of its prey. Abdis could feel the pressure and warmth increase up to his thighs as his mind got clearer, feeling his legs pinned against each other by the mighty swallows. His arms were similarly pinned inside of that enormous maw, paws brushing against the sphincter pulling him in.
+
+Abdis came to his senses and realized what was happening, still alarmed but unable to climb out with his squirms. His predator reacted and brought its clawed paw to his face, forcing him into the maw in a hurry. The lynx groaned at the driving push, but he wasn't going to take this lightly. He struggled harder as his strength returned, trying to kick and punch at the walls. He managed only to bend his knees and plant his hindpaws against the esophagus...but the effort was enough to halt the swallows.
+
+The neck of the beast was now stretched to its limit, keeping Abdis stuck just above its shoulders even as the monstrous paw continued to push his head in. The lynx only scrunched into the tightening space, now fully inside of the monster's maw and throat. His face was being pushed against its black tongue, and he felt as the mandibles tried to close around him – but failing thanks to his body obstructing the fleshy room. He had another opportunity for escape, and it would be his last one. With whatever energy he could muster, Abdis made his own offensive. Claws, teeth, struggles...anything that he could throw against the sensitive insides.
+
+Everything felt too hard to even scratch, let alone pierce...but something must have done the trick, as the creature's yelp of pain shook around him in its neck. His surroundings lurched backward, and Abdis felt the strength of its throat in reverse. A powerful, nasty gag sent him forward past its teeth along with gastric juices.
+
+A complete opposite to Jack's earlier regurgitation of him... Messy, unwarranted, terrifying. The lynx wanted nothing more than to escape from this nightmare and be safe with his boyfriend, once again.
+
+His momentum sent him free up to his chest, but what little cause he had to celebrate was short-lived. The monster managed to get a handle on its retching and clenched its jaws, squeezing Abdis tight. He was still knee-deep in its throat, and despite the muscles trying to expel his legs, Abdis was locked in place by the teeth on his chest.
+
+Worse, its big clawed paws squeezed his face against the bathtub, pinning him completely in place. It was even harder to move than before, and the pressure from its mandibles was constricting him, forcing the breath out of him...! Despite the fight from its prey, the beast wouldn't give up on swallowing the lynx whole. That desire was stronger than its feral instincts.
+
+For one, Abdis was glad that he was still alive and breathing – although just barely. He could feel his senses getting numb once again, being compressed by the powerful monster that he was no match for. Almost to the point of losing consciousness...! Then, suddenly, that immense pressure was relieved.
+
+The jaws were still holding onto the lynx, but they were relaxed. His entire body was sore after the mistreatment, but it didn't feel like he had any broken bones. However, his muscles were still spent, and he couldn't fight it any longer. The beast must have known this as well, repeatedly tossing its head back to slowly send Abdis down its throat again. It strained to swallow, but being only half its size, the lynx didn't need more than mere gravity to be packed away.
+
+The tiled wall of the dim bathroom disappeared as the maw enveloped all of him once again, this time for good. Both of them were completely spent, but one of them was still intent on tucking Abdis away into its body. With his snout slipping along the back of its tongue, the lynx watched black flesh consume his entire view before the jaw snapped shut, sealing his fate. His feet had entered the monster's stomach, and the rest of the lynx would spill inside in no time.
+
+With a weak murr, the beast waited patiently for Abdis to clear out of its throat. Finally, it'd claimed its prize. It slumped into Jack's bathtub, satisfied with the successful hunt. The lynx was smooshed inside of its belly, having to endure the weight of his voracious assaulter – plus, what felt like large claws rubbing him ruthlessly and possessively. This was horrifying, and the worst time that Abdis had ever experienced being someone's prey.
+
+And just moments after the best experience of his life with his boyfriend... The wild cat whimpered softly under the incessant grunts and shoves of the monstrous predator. All that the lynx wanted was to be safe in Jack's arms. He could only hope that the badger had found a safe spot away from this terrible beast.
+
+Before Abdis passed out from exhaustion, he wished that he could enjoy another lovely aftercare session with Jack, when this living nightmare was all over – without knowing that it would come true.

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+---
+title: Hate to Sea It
+pubDate: 2023-02-18
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1200
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal size difference unbirth, willing female feral orca pred, unwilling to semi-willing male feral dolphin prey, straight sex, hate sex.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_12_hate_to_sea_it.png
+description: |
+  Sometimes, a date simply doesn't work out at all. And sometimes, they're both too petty and stubborn to simply give up on it.
+
+  My initial notes for this one were simply "hatefuck but it's vore". No wonder this was the longest one to finish out of this batch... But hey, at least it was a good excuse to write some cetacean vore!
+tags: ['unbirth', 'feral predator', 'feral prey', 'female predator', 'male prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'size difference', 'straight sex', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+"Is it in yet?" The orca shouted to the smaller cetacean near her folds. Mara's tone was annoyed; the dolphin just hadn't been a good choice of a mate.
+
+"Of course it's in!" Ven roared back, panting. "If you weren't such a huge sea cow with a loose pussy, I'd–"
+
+"Oh, fuck off, you overcompensating little shit. If your dick was as big as your talk, maybe you could please a lady like me with that pathetic flailing that you call 'mating'."
+
+"Fuck you."
+
+"I wish someone would." Mara retorted.
+
+Ven groaned and swam away from her reach, letting his erected pink spire slip out from her vaginal slit.
+
+"What now?" The orca asked. "Don't tell me you came from -that-..."
+
+"Very funny. I'm just trying a different position."
+
+A different position...? The dolphin touched his body to hers again, after turning around to point his head towards her tail. Seriously, Mara thought, this guy was just a waste of her time, and the killer whale now wanted to get rid of him and look for a -real- male – one as big as her, at the very least. However, pushing Ven away would've been a tiresome effort... but she had another idea brewing.
+
+She brought her black-and-white tail, pressing it to his own flukes. But instead of sliding Ven's fin away from her belly, Mara pulled him towards her hind end, and his long snout got snagged into her labia.
+
+"Whoa!" The surprised dolphin exclaimed as the orca's sex grabbed onto his face and didn't let go. "What's going on?!"
+
+"How's this for a different position, eh?" Mara teased him, her muscles pulling him deeper than his cock had been able to reach. Ven's whole head had been swallowed with relative ease, filling up her whole canal as the dolphin's nose poked her cervix. "Y-Yeah... So much better."
+
+"What the fuck are you doing?! You stupid sea cow!" The gray cetacean tried to squirm, but her sex's hold was too tight around him. He could only stare into the entrance of her womb while Mara's tail fins thrashed her own body around in the water, mimicking thrusting. "Are you riding my head?"
+
+"Just -face- it, Ven. You're a better toy than a mate... Mf!" His dorsal fin was pushing against the entrance of her vent, while the upper part of his slick body squished a mixture of seawater and her own juices. Being underwater, she'd struggle to manage her breath even as her arousal built up. "N-Now be quiet and let me handle it."
+
+Despite his raging erection, the dolphin was too prideful to let Mara simply use him. And with her vagina's recess in plain sight, he'd already formulated a plan to get the upper flipper. He flicked his own tail, torpedoing his whole body until his snout was driving against her sphincter – only to learn firsthand just how lax it was instead.
+
+"A-Ah! My womb...!" Ven was stretching her, and she could feel every little prod and shuffle of his nose further in her sensitive organ. "You little fucker– hmng!"
+
+"Ah, so now I'm fucking you, huh? How's that for a mate?"
+
+Mara was loving it, plain as day. But she wouldn't admit it, to not discourage her adversary from storming into her most intimate parts. His flippers glided along her birth canal to drag his dorsal fin inside, while his tapered dick leaked precum that mixed into the salt water, much like the vaginal lubricants escaping Mara's folds.
+
+Ven was more concerned about trying to be a pain in her butt and pussy. "Huf... How loose are you? No wonder you're so cranky, if you need a whole 'phin jammed into you to moan so much."
+
+"Listen here, you little shit–hmmmnnggghhh-ooh...!"
+
+His whole head had pushed into her uterus. With his cock inside of her again, smooshed between his body and her G-spot, Ven slowed down the swimming motion of his tail, humping against the wall instead of propelling himself deeper.
+
+Yet, Mara's vagina still slowly sucked him in through lustful clenches, depositing more of the blubbery prey into his only possible destination. She didn't want that annoying twat in hers – or at least, Mara had to tell herself that much. But it was hard to hide how good it felt when Ven penetrated her so deeply and thoroughly.
+
+"Haah...! Finally learned how to treat a lady, fishy toy–? HmmNG...!"
+
+Ven scoffed and panted from inside, continuing his thrusts. "A lady? Huff... You're an insatiable sea cow, is what you are...! Mph!"
+
+That snarky little prick...! Mara clenched down harder on him, hoping to suck him into her womb and deny him an early release. The effect was the opposite – with her cervix stretching to accommodate his flippers, and the walls of her organs scrunching on him, Ven whistled in his intense orgasm, each spurt splattering dolphin spunk into a deeper part of her folds thanks to Mara's rhythmic swallows. He was too distracted to realize just how deep the orca was willing to take him, his tail fins having to curl into her tunnel as they, too, slipped past her labia.
+
+After Ven, it was her turn to reach her peak. It felt like her whole body contracted, the obvious source being her vagina still consuming the smaller cetacean fully hidden inside of her. She let out a deep wail of ecstasy, a sound that would likely propagate far underwater. Riding through the high, she looked down at her sex, shut again after gushing globs of a white fluid being broken down in the ambient solvent. Ven's bulge still traveled deeper into her, more and more of her small plaything settling past her cervix.
+
+Ven's long and slender body had to curl quite a bit in this fleshy prison, swirling his head with an U-turn at the back wall to fit in what little space he could find. His tail slipped in and unfurled, the flexible fins flapping onto his face as he managed to finally settle in the orca's womb. Ven was contorted in a circle, barely able to move as he panted and breathed down the damp air.
+
+"Fuck...me..." Mara said. She rushed to the surface to catch her breath, then submerged again. "That wasn't...half bad..."
+
+"Half bad?! You ate me with your coochie! What's fucking wrong with you?"
+
+"Oh, shut up, you little shit... I could feel you cumming in there!"
+
+With their euphoria fading, the antagonistic couple was back at their bickering Manners with each other.
+
+"W-Well, so did you! I told you I could do it!" Ven yelled back at her walls, trying to squirm to find the entrance. "Now let me outta here!"
+
+"Nuh-uh. You promised me 'my best orgasm ever', and that wasn't it. You're staying in there until I get what you promised."
+
+His face flushed with red, and his dick got fully engorged. There was no way to do much in his situation, but what really flustered the dolphin was when he realized that he couldn't hump any surface of her womb with his protesting member, or bring any fins close enough to stroke himself. He'd just have to wait out, for who knows how long, inside of... -her-.
+
+"S-Stupid sea cow..." Ven grumbled quietly.
+
+"Silly fishy toy..."
+
+Mara turned around and swam away back to her pod, hoping to find a better mate for round two. A big one, this time – she wouldn't make that mistake twice.

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+---
+title: Hungry for Love
+pubDate: 2023-02-14
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 5900
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal size difference oral vore, with willing male spider predator, and willing female badger prey. Also includes straight sexual situations.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_7_hungry_for_love.png
+description: |
+  Aloe has been bitten by the Valentine's Day bug, though her plans for some kinky fun go through an unforeseen change.
+tags: ['oral vore', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'female prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'size difference', 'straight sex']
+---
+
+Finally, Aloe thought, she was home for Valentine's! The gray American badger didn't have anyone special to spend the night with, but that didn't mean that she didn't have any plans! Perusing her phone, she would book a 'predator' through a specialized escort app, HungryLuv, for some sexy, kinky fun. It was a shame that this service was not as cheap as she'd have liked, but Aloe was always excited to treat herself to some of the hottest fucks she had ever had before being swallowed alive...and then being let out safely, of course.
+
+She scrolled through today's somewhat short listing of predators for tonight, but her eyes were transfixed on a certain horse's picture. 'Regulus', he was called. The badger inspected his profile, gleaning ideas from the pictures that her phone displayed. He looked well-endowed, if the bulge in his semi-nude shots were any indication. Oh, to be dominated by such a stud before being forced to curl underneath those muscular abs...! Regulus was the clear pick of the night for her.
+
+Aloe was getting more excited by the second. But before the fun would begin, she'd take a shower, to enhance her flavor with some aromatic shampoo. She walked through the prompts on the app, tapping away until [PAYMENT CONFIRMED] was displayed on the screen. Her wallet was going to be lighter for a while, but she knew that tonight would be worth it...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+The badger walked out of her bathroom still wearing a towel, her fur quite warm from the hot water, and reached her phone to find 3 missed calls from an unknown number. Probably just another scammer, she thought... But when it started ringing again on her paw, Aloe decided to take the call. She brought the phone to her head.
+
+"Hello?"
+
+"Good evening." A male voice answered very clearly through the line. "Am I speaking with Aloe Taxford?"
+
+"Yes...? And you are...?"
+
+"I'm Seth from HungryLuv. I can see in our system that you have attempted a reservation tonight with one of our agents. More specifically, you have requested for Regulus, correct?"
+
+"Uhh, yes...?"
+
+"Unfortunately, I'm afraid to inform you that there has been an issue in our system with a concomitant request by another user, and Regulus has been assigned to them tonight. On behalf of HungryLuv, I offer my deepest apologies."
+
+"O-Oh..."
+
+She wanted to scream at her phone. This was unfair! Why did this other girl, and not her, get to have fun with Regulus?! ...But tempting though it was to scream at the phone guy, it certainly wouldn't improve her situation, or make her feel better.
+
+She cleared her throat and continued. "S-So, what now?"
+
+"Since our platform has already processed your payment, we could simply offer you a refund, or reschedule your session with him for tomorrow."
+
+"Oh, I-I see..." Her plans for Valentine's Day seemed to be slipping from her paws...! Still, it wasn't all doomed. "Um, actually, I wanted to know if I can get another predator to come here tonight? A male one, please. It's -really- important that he comes today, so I don't wanna reschedule..."
+
+"I understand perfectly, Ms. Taxford, and I truly apologize for the inconvenience. But Valentine's Day is always a busy night for us at HungryLuv, and while we still have plenty of prey agents at our disposal, I'm afraid that we're short on male predators specifically."
+
+"Really? Isn't there any predator you can send tonight? Anyone at all...?" There was a long pause on the other side. "Hello?"
+
+"Ms. Taxford." His voice was grave. "If you wouldn't mind waiting, I can bring up your case to my manager, and figure out if we can make an exception for you."
+
+"Oh! Sure, go ahead."
+
+An exception? Aloe was intrigued to learn more... Which she would after a few minutes of listening to a cheerful on-hold music over the phone's speaker.
+
+"Ms. Taxford? How do you feel about...spiders?"
+
+She had to do a double take. "Huh? S-Spiders? I... I guess I just squash them, like any other bug–"
+
+The attendant cleared his throat. "No, no, not that type of spider. I apologize for being unclear. I meant a person – who happens to be a male spider –, who would be willing to offer his services as predator through HungryLuv tonight." He paused. "If he's not to your liking, we will partially refund your payment, or we can proceed with a rescheduling of your previous escort."
+
+A spider...? Sometimes she'd even forget that arthropod people were a thing, with how rare it was to spot one even down the streets. She'd spoken with a bee who worked at a coffee shop once, but she'd never even seen a civilized spider before. "Um, h-he's not gonna web me or something, is he?"
+
+The call center employee chuckled politely. "No, I can assure you that he won't. He's a trained predator, like any professional in HungryLuv, and he will only do what our clients are comfortable with. That is, assuming that this arrangement would be desirable to you."
+
+The badger hadn't ever considered a spider partner before. It could probably swallow her whole, but was it even physically possible for one to have sex with her...?
+
+"Ms. Taxford?"
+
+"Sorry, I was just thinking. Um, you said something about a discount...?"
+
+"Correct. If he's not to your liking, you'll receive a partial refund. I apologize once more on behalf of HungryLuv for the sudden consternation."
+
+If he really was as professional as any other predator she'd hired before, then there wasn't much to fear, she reasoned. "O-Okay, then. I guess it'll do..."
+
+"Just to confirm, Ms. Taxford. Would you like me to dispatch a different agent for your house, at 8PM, in Regulus' place?"
+
+"This s-spider guy? Yeah, sure, that's okay..."
+
+"It's no trouble at all if you would rather not have him." His tone over the phone seemed serious and frank, dropping the salesperson façade.
+
+"O-Oh, it's fine...! I really wanted this today, so if he can still fu– er, swallow me, I don't mind it..."
+
+"Excellent! I'll register your request in our system now." His microphone caught his key-tapping. "There we go. The information should be up-to-date on your phone, as well. The agent will arrive at the scheduled time soon. HungryLuv thanks you once again for your continued patronage, and wishes you a wonderful Valentine's Day!"
+
+"Thanks..."
+
+Aloe disconnected the call and sighed. She was really doing this... A spider, huh? She didn't even know HungryLuv had those. The American badger opened the app on her phone to check who had been assigned to her, but his profile was pretty bare-bones – and he didn't even have any pictures. Just had his name, 'male' for gender, and just 'spider' as his species. This guy wasn't gonna turn out to be a freak, was he...?
+
+Honestly, Aloe didn't even know what to expect. Maybe she should at least look up on Guurgle what naked male spiders looked like, in preparation.
+
+In fact, did they even have cocks...?
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Her doorbell rang a few minutes after 8PM. Aloe wasn't any less anxious – she'd barely found anything online. Almost as if spider people didn't exist...! And yet, one of them must've been standing outside of her door at that very moment.
+
+She looked through the peephole, but it was hard to discern anything weird about the tall man. He dressed smart, and his proportions seemed off, but with him facing the door, his arachnid features weren't really distinguishable through the small lens – other than the extra pair of bulging eyes, and a green blur underneath. She unlocked the door to greet him, but when she opened it, the badger could only stare silently.
+
+"Are you Aloe? Good evening." His emerald pincer-like jaws moved to the sides as he spoke. "My name is Seth, and I will be your HungryLuv escort for tonight."
+
+"H-H-Hello."
+
+Well, he was definitely a spider! His face was exactly what she would expect: big eyes in the middle, a smaller pair just next to them, and 2 tinier pairs on the sides of his head, which was covered with black fur and white markings. Next to the big fangs she'd already noticed, there were two appendages, which looked too short and fluffy to be 'legs'. Down from his 'neck', beneath the gray overcoat and dark blue sweater that he was wearing, were three sets of arms. Although he only gestured with the top pair when speaking, keeping the others crossed behind his back. His fourth set of limbs really did serve as legs, wearing suit pants to match the overcoat. And behind his 'back', it was hard to miss his large oval abdomen, bearing more black and white hair just like his head.
+
+"I'm sorry. Is this too much...?" Seth spoke, adjusting his backpack. His eloquent tone was much more expressive than his unchanging face. "I won't be offended if you believe that I'm too creepy, or wish to cancel my services."
+
+"What...? Oh, n-no, not at all! You're just...d-different from what I expected." The badger was still scanning the tall male. She'd never seen anyone like him before, and it was hard to not compare his anatomy to the ones she was used to. At the very least, his large chelicerae – his iridescent green jaws – should be able to spread enough to swallow her whole. He was patiently letting her take in his anatomy, but she could feel the chilly breeze from outside. "Oh...! Sorry, p-please come in!"
+
+Aloe moved out of the way to invite him in, following the man with her gaze after almost accidentally closing the door on his large posterior. He'd walked over to her coat rack, but was considering something before he removed his coat.
+
+"May I use this? Though it might be best if you look away."
+
+"Y-Yes," she replied, "but why?"
+
+"You might find it...uncanny, if you see me using all arms at once. Most people get scared when I do."
+
+"Oh..." Maybe that's why he was keeping two pairs of arms hidden behind him all this time. Aloe looked away, paying attention to the sound of fabric slipping out as he removed his coat while she sat on her sofa. "You can sit on the armchair right next to the couch."
+
+The badger didn't turn to him, per his request. Finally, Seth joined her vision, only wearing his sweater, backpack, and smart pants now. He was staring at the armchair, then looked back at his abdomen, realizing that there wasn't really any space for him to sit there with his large posterior. And Aloe noticed it, too.
+
+"Oh crap, I-I'm so sorry, I didn't think–!"
+
+"You're fine, Aloe. It can be hard to accommodate my physique." He looked over her. "Would you mind if I sat beside you on the couch?"
+
+"Of course not..." The spider walked over, still on his two hind legs, before he sat on the middle cushion, letting his abdomen splay on the side farthest from Aloe. Sitting sideways like this also meant that he was directly facing her. "It must be hard, being a spider. Your house must be very different from mine, then... Sorry, don't mean to pry."
+
+The escort looked around, shifting his whole body with the lack of a neck. Thankfully, his multiple eyes made up for his lack of mobility. "Not really. Most of my furniture is quite similar to yours. It's mostly my abdomen that complicates certain tasks, but getting furniture made-to-order can be quite a financial strain, as you can imagine."
+
+"Hmm... Like your clothes? Are there even stores that make them?"
+
+"No, not around here. I have to wear tailor-made items, which end up on the expensive side, yes."
+
+"I-I see." She scratched her chin, unsure if this small talk was doing any good to her nerves. Despite his abnormal politeness and prolix language, he didn't come off as arrogant or strange. "So, uh... What kind of spider are you? It didn't say on your HungryLuv profile."
+
+He crossed his top arms. "I'm a regal jumping spider. From your expression, I assume that you've never been with a spider before." She shook her head. "Most of my clients never have. When we communicated over the phone, I really thought that you would reject me on that basis."
+
+Her eyes gaped in surprise. "W-Wait, that's why I– YOU are that guy from the phone earlier!"
+
+"Correct." He answered, unable to nod.
+
+"Oh fuck...! I-I don't even remember if I said something embarrassing to you when you asked me about spiders! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm pretty sure I–"
+
+He chuckled. "It's alright, really. I never assumed that your comments were in bad faith. And I understand that I'm far below most people's standards of the ideal predator. Most of our mammal customers who are prey themselves prefer our mammal predators, for example. And our few arthropod customers tend to be predators themselves. In fact, I believe I'm currently the only arthropod escort in HungryLuv at the moment."
+
+Aloe considered how she, herself, had only been with male predators in the past: a lion, an otter...and unsuccessfully, a horse. Maybe Seth had seen her HungryLuv history? It might be hard for him, always struggling to satisfy his clients' preferences with a body that he didn't choose... She had the impression that he felt sad, even if spiders couldn't make any facial expressions. Maybe because of how his pincers moved idly?
+
+"I-I mean," the badger continued, "I thought at least some people would be interested in a spider predator."
+
+"There have been a few. Unfortunately, most people are put off by my appearance... In fact, my superior informed me that, due to complaints, they'd scrub most information from my HungryLuv profile, since it was deemed 'too unappealing'." Aloe had a shocked face from hearing it, and he raised his hands. "Don't get me wrong, I still love my job, even if I don't get to be dispatched as often as other escorts! On the other hand, it was quite the surprise when you agreed to let me come to your home tonight."
+
+To be frank, the thought that some HungryLuv workers didn't get clients at all, or simply weren't advertised in the catalog, hadn't even crossed the badger's mind. "So you mostly work on taking calls instead?"
+
+"Correct. I've been told that having eight hands would make it the ideal job for me, even if I can only answer one phone at a time." He joked. "But I'm glad that I continue to be employed under HungryLuv as an escort, receiving the very occasional requests."
+
+Seth didn't want to say how he had to basically convince his skeptical manager to let him come here tonight; or how he might face consequences for missing his regular call center shift, if she sends him away early for a discount. In other words, by coming here, he was taking a risk. But it had been his choice to see her, and he simply loved being a predator too much, rare though the opportunities were. And he'd decided to spare her the details. It wasn't fair to complain about his job, or put undue pressure on his client to agree to anything; he'd only stay if the gray badger really wanted him to.
+
+"Well, you're the first spider I've met, but you sound really charming and polite. When was the last time you got called?"
+
+"Last time? Let's see... It was in October."
+
+"October? That's like, four months ago... That's too long!" Aloe was legitimately surprised. She thought that using HungryLuv once a month was already pretty sparse for her tastes, but that's because she could only afford as much. Did he really get so few clients...?
+
+"On the 31st, in fact. Someone had decided to hire me for their friend, as a Halloween gift."
+
+"D-Don't tell me it was because of your appearance." She didn't frame it as a question, but Seth shrugged. "That's just mean!"
+
+His tone was still upbeat. "It's part of the job. Our customers are free to choose us for whatever reasons – especially outward ones."
+
+"Okay, if you say so... But– But did she...like it?"
+
+"Us having sex, then me swallowing her...?" The regal jumper ruminated, emerald fangs rubbing against each other. "Yes. I'd like to think that I have done my utmost to please her. Like any escort from HungryLuv would."
+
+"And she was a mammal, like me. And she didn't choose you." Like her. "And you still had sex just fine?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"But you don't even have a-a penis... do you...?"
+
+One of his normally hidden arms moved into her view, grasping his backpack. "No, but I bring a prosthetic with me, for that purpose."
+
+"Like a strap-on?"
+
+"Precisely. A custom-made one. Although..." His face with round eyes turned back to her, and his brush-like appendages near the fangs – his pedipalps – flicked. "I did not use it last time. I may still wear it if you would prefer, but–"
+
+"You didn't...? Then how–?! ...Can you show me what you did?"
+
+\*\*\*
+
+The American badger was lying on her mattress, exposing the breasts on her chest, her open legs revealing her labia. The regal jumper followed after her into the bedroom, exposing his thorax after removing his sweater and shirt. It was also black with white details, with a bit less fur over the sternum. Aloe remarked to herself how his naked segmented exoskeleton reminded her a bit of muscular abs. He had his pants on his hand, and other than the cut-off waistband, it looked pretty normal. It was clear that the arachnid didn't have anything hiding in his 'crotch', apart from the joints of his lowermost limbs and a small cylindrical junction that connected his abdomen to the bottom of his upper body. Even now, he only used that one pair of legs to move around.
+
+"Isn't it awkward for you to walk on two legs...?" She noticed that he had removed his shoes as well, but his feet had a weird shape compared to mammalian hind paws. They were long and pointy.
+
+"You grow accustomed to it, in order to fit in. All of us spiders do; otherwise, people would be constantly frightened at the sight of a big arachnid scurrying about." He'd brought his backpack with him, and placed it on the ground against the mattress, before shoving his pants through the open zipper.
+
+"Even when you're alone–?"
+
+He leaned in with his body over hers dominantly, his top arms pushing down on the bed to keep him from smooshing her. His cephalothorax was a bit wider than her torso, overwhelming her a bit as it took most of her vision. Aloe hadn't noticed his 'fingers' until now, the long claw-like segmented appendages spread over the sheet. They had fur near the base, and their uniquely insect-ish appearance would explain the long shape of his feet that the badger had noticed. Maybe there wasn't much of a difference between his 'hands' and his 'feet'?
+
+"No. Not when I'm alone." Seth replied softly, giving the mustelid a glimpse into his yellowish mouth between those iridescent pincers.
+
+His face was quite a bit terrifying up close, but the large round eyes and furry skin made it somewhat cute, balancing it out. The jumping spider didn't breathe down on her when he spoke, since his lungs were in his abdomen, like most of his organs. The couple was staring directly at each other. They both had known, in the back of their heads, that this uncomfortable interaction was bound to happen – but they also hoped that their partner was anticipating the next move just as much as themself.
+
+She tried to bring her hands to him, but remembered one of the spider facts she'd read online. "I-Is it safe to touch your fangs?"
+
+"Yes, I've had the glands and spikes of my chelicerae removed. You won't be stung or poisoned."
+
+This was as good of an invitation as Aloe needed to bring her paws to him: one over his mouthparts, another underneath his thorax. Under the short coat of bicolor hair, his chitinous body felt a bit like hard plastic, each part covered by another around the joints. She felt the nub of his 'shoulders', or joints rather – at least the ones within reach on his sternum. The hardness gave them a strong appearance, and Seth refrained from shifting them as the badger explored his body. Her digits ran down the length of one of his emerald fangs, moving toward the stub at the bottom where his venomous tooth would be.
+
+"Mm."
+
+She moved her hand away with his groan. "Oh, d-did I hurt you...?"
+
+"Hm? Oh, not at all. Apologies, but I just felt the taste of coconut on your fingers, and..." He paused. "It's been too long since I've eaten someone."
+
+Aloe made a mental note that Seth could taste with his pincers, even discerning the type of shampoo she'd used. She brought her paw back to the chelicera.
+
+"It's okay. I want you to taste me."
+
+No... She yearned for more than that. But she wanted him to make his move.
+
+His pairs of eyes seemed to stare straight into hers, before he lowered his head to bring her neck between his pincers. The badger moaned, feeling his iridescent jaws gently clasping her skin. A normal prey would've been stung and paralyzed, but she writhed in arousal under that unique predator, feeling the chelicerae clicking against her collarbone.
+
+"Close your eyes." Seth asked, still holding her between his fangs.
+
+"Huh? Aren't you going to–"
+
+"Yes. However, I don't want to cause you distress when my other arms begin moving around."
+
+Aloe wanted to rebut him, but decided to trust his judgement. He had said this already, hadn't he...? She shut her eyelids. As his face got up from her neck, the badger felt his cephalothorax shifting over her paw to hover closer above her, before his fingers touched her shoulder. Then, another set of claws stroked her waist, on the opposite side. And another started fondling her breast – all at the same time! She gasped in surprise, before yet another of his arachnid claws nipped her inner thigh.
+
+Four of Seth's eight hands were on her simultaneously, and it felt incredible. Like being played with by multiple men, only there was just the jumping spider in the bedroom. His fingers were unlike any creature's touch – they had some fur, but felt bony, with no fat tissue to cushion the pressure like her soft skin did. But they weren't any less skilled at caressing her tender parts. It really felt like...well, how she'd expect a big spider groping her to feel like. Aloe was getting wet, and Seth's paw on her waist traced over her midriff to arrive at the top of her labia.
+
+As he drew his finger over the fluff covering her clitoris, the hand on her shoulder also moved down to grasp her other breast. Both of her tits were held by his spider claws, being fondled and jostled delicately, at the same time that he worked on her pussy and thigh. Aloe loved to imagine that she was being played with by her soon-to-be predator, letting him inspect and decide if she was a worthy prey... All the contact from the spider definitely enhanced this fantasy. Maybe she could even pretend that her silky bedsheets were a spider web, and that she'd gotten caught in it...
+
+Still stroking her pleasure spot, his other lower paw on her thigh moved closer up, slowly intruding her vagina. She moaned when Seth fingered her, sinking part of his long appendage, probing the slick walls as he continued to play with her other erogenous zones. The badger couldn't help but open her eyes, looking down at him, watching how his eight limbs twisted all around her body in some way. He was using only three of them for balance – one next to her head, and the hind ones outside of the mattress –, while one of his central arms rubbed at the brush-like tip of his own pedipalp, sticking out between his face and his top arm. Seeing him almost completely enclose her against the bed was thrilling – it rang a few instinctive alarms, but the possessiveness of it all was pushing a lot of her buttons.
+
+"Mm–!" She moaned as a second digit entered halfway in her tunnel. "I– I think I'd like the strap-on, a-actually..."
+
+"Of course." His voice was soothing and professional, but there was a hint of arousal in it, too.
+
+"Wait...! D-Don't stop touching me!"
+
+His pincers clicked as he chuckled, displaying cunning satisfaction. "I wasn't planning to."
+
+One of his 'feet' beside the bed lifted itself towards his backpack on the ground, managing to grab a strapped device within the pouch. Before Aloe even could see it, he'd wrapped the custom black harness around his thin 'waist' – his pedicel, which separated the two main parts of his body –, before closing the loop with a magnetic clip. All of that with only one of his walking 'paws' – and with no less proficiency than he managed to control any of his other claws still massaging his client.
+
+The dildo sticking out at the front was a bright white, further emphasizing the regal jumper's dichromatic exoskeleton. Seth removed the claws out of the way into her vagina, only keeping a digit over her clit as he approached his abdomen to hers. The silicone spire began to push into the entrance, and she moaned. Humping forward like this was not part of a spider's natural instinct when it came to sex. Still, there was some amusement in it to him; pleasuring mammals felt much more straightforward and responsive than with female spiders. Even better, then, when they wanted to be swallowed by him right after – satisfied prey were always the best. Moments like these were the reason why he'd chosen his job.
+
+The badger stared at his body atop her, especially at the pedipalp that he stroked with his claw, just a few inches above her face. "Hf... Why...do you k-keep...rubbing that thing...on your face...? Haa..." Aloe asked him between pants, in sync with the silicone toy partially slipping in and out of her.
+
+"Oh, these?" The appendages outside of his jaws twitched. "They are my genital bulbs."
+
+"...Like a pair of penises...?"
+
+"No, it's quite more complicated. However–"
+
+The badger wasted no time in bringing one of those bulbs towards her mouth, suckling the black capillary sponge. Seth was surprised by her attitude, but welcomed her sudden affection to his pedipalp. Maybe Aloe expected it to be as pleasurable as a blowjob, even if his bulbs weren't near as sensitive as mammalian genitals... Still, he was stimulated by her saliva and tongue, just like he would be when rubbing against the sperm-storing cavities in a spider's venter. But most of all, the regal jumper was turned on by her eagerness to please him. He continued to thrust the dildo strapped to his lower cephalothorax in and out, feeling the muffled moans coming from her mouth around his spongy bulb.
+
+Seth could tell that she was wet from the droplets flying from his strap-on onto his skin with each hump. It was much easier to penetrate her now, with how slick and stretchy the tunnel was, and he decided to raise things up a notch by pushing part of his claws in and out along with the white silicone. Aloe threw her arms to the sides as her dulled screams got louder. He'd studied her HungryLuv history to better please her, and knew how she preferred dominating escorts. Living up the fantasy, the spider grasped each wrist with a set of claws, pinning her without ever removing his other hands from her breasts and vagina.
+
+It didn't take long until squirts from her vagina accompanied her muted yells, vibrating his pedipalp in her snout, before her tongue pushed it out for air. Seth continued thrusting and stroking to draw it out for longer, slowing down as the badger panted. He was unable to orgasm – even with the pleasurable attention given to his sensitive bulb –, but there was an insatiable craving in him that the small mammalian could satisfy.
+
+He brought down his pincers once more, savoring Aloe's fur on her neck, getting a taste of her sweat along with her flavorful shampoo. In the wild, his prey would've been paralyzed by his poison rather than their own sexual climax. This, however, was a Manner of hunt, which required a particular set of skills, and came with its own reward at the end – even if he was paid money to do it, and even if his client enjoyed it. Seth brought the clawed limbs that were on her breasts to the back of her ears, and spread his iridescent jaws to reveal the yellow flesh in front of her eyes.
+
+And then, he sunk down his face around hers. Consuming solid meals wasn't natural for his species, but it was very satisfying, especially if they squirmed back. He tried to move as slowly as his hunger would allow, being careful to drag more of the moaning prey into his expanding throat. His chitinous body seemed rigid from outside, but it could still expand around prey of Aloe's size just fine. The articulated bits of his body – fangs and claws and joints –, moved like mechanical limbs, guiding more of the furry catch into his gut with the precision of clockwork.
+
+Aloe was surprised that his throat was not made of chitin, but fleshy, although not as warm as she'd come to expect from her previous encounters with predators. And it was still easy to see from the inside, with a bit of light leaking through the translucent yellow gaps in his exoskeleton, letting the moaning badger see the dim walls of the narrow tube. Normally, it was hard to make out anything past the mouth; now, she could even look down at her shoulders getting shoved tightly after her head. Aloe was getting worked up again, aided by more of Seth's hands rubbing over her body as he kept swallowing her into that stuffy yellow flesh. She could almost make out the shadow of his body on the outside world from here...!
+
+For Seth, the sensation was divine, too; and worth every second of listening to complaints from HungryLuv customers over the phone. Aloe was right, it had been too long. He couldn't help but stare at the gray fur disappearing between his emerald jaws, inch by inch, headed towards his moving stomach. With her thighs between his pincers, tasting her orgasm, the spider's cephalothorax was starting to bulge out quite a bit, the outline and silhouette of her head somewhat visible between the hard parts of the dilating sternum. One of his arachnid claws rubbed over the bulge between his limb joints, while another fisted her slick nethers to guide her into his mouth. He could hear her loud yells inside, before she ejaculated once again over his arm and slipped further into the spider.
+
+As her mind started to clear after the second orgasm, the badger noticed that it wasn't that warm or humid inside of Seth. Even with decent visibility of her path, she couldn't tell where his throat ended. The walls were mostly stretching around her as she passed through the peristaltic muscles, and there was no indication of any sphincter nearby. She felt her feet slip past his mandibles.
+
+"Is your stomach...in your abdomen?" She panted, still recovering from her climax.
+
+"Ahh..." He moaned in satisfaction, endorphins rushing in his brain from having consumed such a big prey that was still slipping down his throat. "My stomach...? You're already inside of it. Rather, my abdomen contains my intestines."
+
+Already in it...? She was being forced to curl up in this part of his digestive tract after hitting a part of his guts that was too tight to slip through – most likely, his pedicel. His moving stomach wasn't a sealed chamber, but the narrow end still managed to keep her in place.
+
+"It doesn't feel any different from your throat..."
+
+He looked down at the bulging mass settling into a fetal position at the space between the joints of his eight arms. "I guess I differ from most predators in that way, as well. My stomach only serves to expel acids out of my mouth, or to drag things down into my intestines. Therefore, it's always active, as you must be experiencing first-hand at this very moment."
+
+The walls kept pushing down before releasing her, though they were unable to bring her deeper into his bowels thanks to her size. It felt like being swallowed non-stop down a never-ending tunnel – a really incredible sensation. The badger couldn't help herself but rub her clitoris with a paw as the yellow flesh smothered her, over and over. How come she'd never tried a spider predator before...? She'd have to call for Seth with her next paycheck.
+
+"I'm grateful that you're enjoying yourself..." The spider remarked, grateful that his prey overcame her initial estrangement to his appearance. He moved out of the bed, walking on most of his legs – now that he wasn't concerned about abiding to a socially-acceptable gait. He used all but one hand, which was instead stroking the warm bulge masturbating underneath his cephalothorax. "Though if my stomach is too active for your tastes, I could try dislodging you into my abdomen, where it is much calmer."
+
+"Hah... Hah... Haaah–!" Aloe ignored him, simply continuing to pleasure herself and gasp as everything constantly shifted around her in the yellow organ.
+
+Seth remained quiet, getting her message. Removing the strap-on still slick with Aloe's fluids, and putting it in a sealable plastic bag from his backpack, the regal jumper would let his client enjoy his Valentine's Day service for as long as she wanted.
+
+As he moved back to the living room, he remembered what the badger had told him earlier. 'It must be hard, being a spider'. She was right, in many more ways than she could probably imagine. It wasn't possible to change his appearance, even if it would make so many things in life easier. But being able to constantly surprise a meal like Aloe, and then let her enjoy his body inside and out, was so fulfilling that, given the chance, he wouldn't want to change a thing.
+
+Without much delay, she came once more, inside of his moving stomach. It was surprising how much pent-up lust the mammal had, and even more how uninhibited she was. The spider realized just how much Aloe had been looking forward to this, and he was happy to serve her. Yet, once her squirts died out once more, she started shifting under his sternum once more.
+
+"Is everything fine in there?"
+
+"Not fine, it's amazing! Never came so many – hng! – times in a row..." The grey badger was panting again in his sloshing organ. His prey was barely done with her last orgasm, but she was already getting worked up for a fourth, apparently! "Hf! Think you can...hahh...clench down harder on me...?"
+
+Seth would've smiled, if he could. "Of course."

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+---
+title: Hyper Hunger
+pubDate: 2022-12-05
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1300
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal size difference oral vore, willing anthro ambiguous male pred, unwilling feral dog prey, food stuffing, messy stomach with smells, hyper cock, auto-fellatio.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_1_hyper_hunger.png
+description: |
+  Fulfilling some hungers sometimes requires some additional, unwilling help.
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'feral prey', 'male predator', 'ambiguous gender prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'size difference', 'messy stomach', 'hyper', 'masturbation', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+He was sitting down naked at the table, patting his large belly, looking at all of that food that would be filling it very soon. A massive roasted turkey, a plate full of mashed potatoes, a big bowl of hot green bean soup, and a string of smoked sausages... Staring at everything he'd gotten for himself only made him hungrier, and his hyper cock twitched in anticipation.
+
+His dog was sitting on the ground, the border collie whining at all of that food out of its reach.
+
+"No crying, mutt. This is my food, not dog food." He smirked, bringing the plate of mashed potatoes closer to him.
+
+With great ferocity, he started shoving the mealy dish with his bare hands into his mouth, swallowing the handfuls just as fast, each dry clump forced into his tight throat. He could feel each ball splat on the bottom of his very large stomach, until it formed a mound of potato starch paste, covering the entire floor of the organ when the plate was empty.
+
+It felt dry in his mouth and weighty in his gut, so next he took the bowl of soup, turning the rim over his bottom lip. He held his breath and relaxed his throat, allowing the entire liquid to rush directly down his esophagus. The soup sloshed inside, falling at enough speed for the splashing to be heard outside, like emptying a bucket of water on the floor. The liquefied green beans now were mixing with the creamy potatoes and stomach juices, combining into some gnarly slime that still barely made an impact on his large belly's figure. He had set aside enough food today to feed eight regular people, but he was still so insatiable.
+
+He didn't waste any time grabbing the next item: a whole chain of sausages. He popped the first one entirely into his mouth, closing his lips on the knot separating it from the second piece, and then sucking on it as it slipped into his throat. He closed his eyes, slurping and swallowing, feeling each sausage pop into his mouth, holding it in place, and then letting it join the next one in his neck. His hyper dick flinched in arousal and bumped the bottom of the table, knocking the rest of the string of sausages on the ground.
+
+The border collie, which had been whining all along at the incredible meal it hadn't been invited for, now had a chance at a little taste while its owner wasn't looking. Its maw snagged the one on the opposite end of the string, trying to bite off a piece. But the cylindrical meat was sturdier than it looked, surviving all attempts from the canine's fangs at puncturing it. The herding dog wasn't discouraged, and kept trying to pull on it as if it was a toy rope that the dog just wouldn't give up on. In fact, as its owner kept swallowing more and more of the sausages, the border collie kept getting tugged on more and more, until its feet were off the ground, lifted above the chair, and then landed on his lap, causing him to open his eyes.
+
+He was a bit annoyed at his dog's misbehavior, but now he had a smirk. "You know," he spoke effortlessly with a sausage still in his mouth, "mutt wasn't on the menu today, but if you insist..." He brought a hand behind its head and pushed, shoving the snout entirely into his own mouth. His tongue tasted around the fur, with sausages flailing in his hot chamber. He was licking at everything from the canine within reach, down from the collar and up to the ears. It kept whimpering more as it was grabbed from behind and shoved deeper into him... The dog had originally been relegated to an observer, but now it was getting promoted into a major role for this meal.
+
+Without any hesitation or difficulty, he shoved more of the border collie down his throat. It struggled fruitlessly, with half of its body already being pressed by wet pulsing flesh from every direction. He grabbed the two back paws with his hand, and with the same voraciousness for the rest of his dishes, pushed the rest of the dog into his gaping maw, swallowing it down. Finally, he greedily slurped the fluffy tail, until it was gone down his esophagus too.
+
+However messy the mutt's journey had been so far, no Manner of preparation would be enough for what awaited it in the stomach. The border collie got pushed into the cramped chamber, being forced to curl up tightly as it was shoved into the sticky and goopy slime, with solid pieces of sausage, still attached in a chain, taking out even more precious space. The sharp acrid smell attacked the dog's sensitive nose, and when it whimpered and flailed to try to escape, all it managed to do was get more of the uncomfortably hot, disgusting mix of fluids on every part of its body.
+
+As it tried to settle in the hostile environment that was its owner's food chamber, the whining dog could feel new pieces of chewed food falling down where it was. Meat and skin of roasted turkey, in all kinds of bite sizes, was filling the stomach, even after the border collie had been eaten. A lot of grease was also being added into the hot pot of digesting food, causing the slimy mixture clinging to its fur to become even nastier. Being shoved down into the terribly smelling gut, treated like nothing but a side dish, had caused the pet-turned-prey to lose all of its appetite.
+
+Looking at the empty plates and bony remains of the bird on the table, he used his finger to clean a few pieces of turkey stuck between his teeth. He started thinking out loud. "Haah, that was pretty nice... But I think that I'm forgetting something." He felt his giant cock pulse and expel more precum, a gallon of which had been pooling under the table. "Of course, my creamy dessert...!"
+
+He pushed his chair back, and grabbed his member with both hands, aiming the tip directly into his mouth. Its head was ridiculously large, but fit inside without issue, as it was no match for his gluttony and lust. His huge ballsack was itching for release, and he started sucking himself, licking the salty and sweet tip of his urethra. He was motioning his head back and forth, rubbing his cock, until he finally reached his orgasm.
+
+The ejaculation was very powerful, but his mouth devoured every drop. His stomach was getting a veritable waterfall of semen, and the dog's thrashing inside increased when it realized what was happening, with the spurting not showing any signs of stopping soon. His belly, which was already twice of its normal size, just kept getting bigger and bigger, and rounder and rounder, as his cum filled it. When the end of his ecstasy was mere moments away, there was likely more seed in his gut than all of the food and dog combined!
+
+At last, his climax died down, and his mouth let go of his manhood. The hyper dick flung forward, causing him to lose balance and fall back on his chair, and hit the ground. His heavy belly jiggled wildly on impact, crushing the seat under him while pinning down the rest of his body. Now lying on the floor, completely unfazed by the fall, he licked his lips, wiping a strand of cum off of them. He forcefully patted his distended stomach, hearing the whimpering and sloshing inside, and rubbed it. After getting such a hearty meal, all that he could do was sigh contentedly.

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+---
+title: Insistence and Assistance
+pubDate: 2022-12-05
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1200
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal same size oral vore, semi-willing anthro male cat pred, unwilling anthro male mouse prey, burping, regurgitation, force feeding, voyeurism.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_3_insistence_and_assistance.png
+description: |
+  Some are predators, some are prey. And some want to keep things that way.
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'semi-willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'same size', 'regurgitation', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+"Yo, I'm home!" Cesar dropped his car key on the counter, announcing his arrival across the house to his brother Kevin. The two adult mice lived alone here. "Did you grab dinner or do I order something?" No response. He was probably in his room by now, playing that Super Slosh Bros. videogame alone or with one of his friends. Cesar walked over, knocked on the door, and called. "Bro...?" It sounded like someone was inside, but they didn't reply to him, so he cautiously turned the knob.
+
+He saw someone else instead, a friend of theirs called Henrik, who Kevin would normally hang out with. The cat sitting on the bed had big, scared eyes from Cesar's sudden interruption, but what was taking his attention the most was the large mouse-shaped belly he was sporting, its contents wiggling and calling for help, albeit muffled.
+
+"O-Oh, Cesar...! H-H-Hi, I was – urp – I haven't seen Kevin today...! See, I was waiting for him in here–"
+
+The mouse crossed his arms. "Henrik, did you eat my brother?"
+
+"OHMYGOSH ohmygosh I am sooo – ulp – so sorry...! Y'know he– he– he just jumped into my mouth when I was yawning and– and– Urp!" There was a lot of struggling and muffled screaming coming from his gut.
+
+"Really...? Then why are his clothes on the floor, all shredded?"
+
+"I'M SORRYYYY– hic!" The cat seemed on the verge of crying, but Cesar wasn't sure if those were fake tears or if he was actually feeling sick from the feisty meal. "Ohhh, my poor tummy...! You think I'm some Manner of monster, dont'cha... I don't know what happened! I just looked at him and got hungry, but he was so tasty and– Blugh..."
+
+"I don't think your food is agreeing with you." Cesar noted calmly. But before Henrik could answer, the cat fell forward forward on all fours, and puked all of Kevin onto the floor. The naked mouse coughed and gasped for fresh air, being covered in a nasty green slime and some loose cat hairs.
+
+"Dude, what the fuck?!" Kevin yelled while lying down, before spitting more digestive juices from his lips. "Like hell 'I just jumped into your mouth'...! Shit, the smell is all over me, too... What the fuck was that for?!"
+
+"Henrik is finding out he's a predator, and -you- were his prey, bro..." Cesar explained as he walked between Henrik and his brother's legs. "But what a sorry excuse of a predator he is... He really needs to learn to keep his food down."
+
+The cat turned back to face him, blushing. "H-Hey...! That was uncalled fo–omMPF?!" As Henrik tried to complain, Cesar shoved Kevin's feet into his open mouth, and the cat instinctively swallowed.
+
+"C-Cesar! What are you doing?!" The naked mouse was flailing frantically as Cesar kept guiding more of him into his friend's gulping maw. "Don't let him eat me... I'm your brother!"
+
+"No... You're his prey, and he's your predator. And he'll finish what he started."
+
+It was clear that Cesar was enjoying this as much as the cat was, pushing his own brother back down the gullet. It was pretty quick to get him back in up to his hips into that esophagus, aided by the lubricating slime. Hendrik started coughing with the slimy mouse in his mouth, and Cesar had to calm him down.
+
+"Keep your focus, breathe slow and steady. Swallow in-between inhales."
+
+Hendrik followed his instructions, making more progress with the rodent in his mouth. Kevin's tail was sticking out next to his head, his arms were already pinned in his throat and being pulled by peristalsis, and his legs were bending to fit into the stomach once again.
+
+"Bro... why?!" It was all that Kevin could say before the cat's maw closed around his head and gulped another time, sending it into his esophagus. The tip of Kevin's tail was still hanging out from his lips.
+
+"Blech... He tasted like – ulp! – vomit this time." He turned to face the other mouse. "You– urk! You a pred, too?"
+
+"Yes," Cesar admitted, "but I never told Kevin."
+
+Kevin's angry face was still bulging through Hendrik's throat, shouting profanities, and it didn't seem like it was sliding any deeper. The cat choked again, and then coughed out the entire mouse once more. He was clutching his stomach after retching a second time. Kevin himself was also exhausted from the ordeal, mumbling on the ground without really moving.
+
+Cesar was impatient. "You lost your focus again! Doesn't the hungry cat want to eat the mouse he caught?"
+
+Hendrik was panting heavily, eyes watering in pain. "I– I can't...!"
+
+Cesar sighed, and squatted in front of the cat to lock eyes, placing a paw on his shoulder. "Do you still want to eat him?"
+
+Henrik actually considered the question for a bit, then nodded coyly.
+
+"Then open up for me. We'll do it again."
+
+The cat shakily opened his maw once more, and let Cesar guide his brother's feet back into his throat.
+
+"Okay, there's no need to rush. Focus on breathing, and swallow when you feel like it. Nice and smooth... He's making it easy for you, aren't you, bro?"
+
+"Guhhh... hate you two..." Kevin grumbled something, but Cesar ignored him.
+
+"Alright, don't get discouraged by the failures, and don't panic. You're at his thighs now, there's much more to go." Another big gulp pulled in more of the mouse, dragging him back into the stomach a third time. "Just like that. Inhale, swallow, exhale... Inhale, swallow, exhale– Yeah, you got it now. See how quick you're eating him?"
+
+"Hmmpf..." Hendrik tried to reply with a full mouth.
+
+"Don't talk now, leave it for when it's over." The cat's belly started to bulge out again. "Keep your stomach relaxed, it's supposed to work around your prey, not against it." Cesar kept lifting his brother's body to angle it more easily into the jaws, and Kevin was in up to his chest. "Mind the shoulders again, it gets easier once they are in your throat, but you'll still need to focus until the end."
+
+He brought his face close to one of Kevin's big round ears, and whispered into it.
+
+"Go easy on him, okay? It's his first time, too."
+
+His brother only had enough energy to groan, before once again he was sealed behind Hendrik's teeth. The cat swallowed more weakly but rhythmically, and the head finally managed to go further than before down Hendrik's neck, before the whole mouse was tucked into his stomach again.
+
+"Ohmygosh... I did it– Hic! It was so hard, even with your help...!"
+
+"Yes, you did it. Get up and lie on the bed, it'll be easier to keep him in."
+
+Hendrik did as he was told, splaying his body with his belly up. His prey was still fighting, but with less conviction than before. Swallowing the mouse three times had clearly taken a toll on both of them.
+
+"My throat is sore... Ugh... Your brother's too big, I think I'm gonna be sick again– Urk!"
+
+Cesar rubbed the distended belly, pushing against the writhing and groaning bulge and causing Hendrik to burp a couple of times, as his stomach released some pressure. "If you do, we'll just try again. I'll help you become a predator, even if it takes all night."

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+---
+title: Lactation Action
+pubDate: 2022-12-26
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1400
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal micro nipple vore and oral vore, willing anthro female ferret pred, willing anthro male brown bear prey/pred, willing/asleep anthro female seagull prey, breast play, shrinking and growing, lactation, breastfeeding, prey transfer, growing in stomach to same size, burping.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_6_lactation_action.png
+description: |
+  Amy doesn't shirk from her friend's shrinking plans, hoping to milk as much fun as possible.
+tags: [ 'nipple vore', 'oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'female predator', 'male prey', 'female prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'asleep prey', 'micro prey', 'prey transfer', 'straight sex', 'sizeplay', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+The ferret looked at the couple, still skeptical. "Are you really sure this is safe?"
+
+"Of course!" Gus belted, and he handed the shrinking ray gun to Amy. The brown bear then looked at the gull at his side. "Lei uses one of these all the time at work and there are never any problems, right honey?"
+
+"R-Right..." Lei answered, a bit flustered thinking of what was to come, with all three of them standing naked.
+
+"And we used that gun a couple of times already, it's all safe and temporary."
+
+"Right," Amy continued, waving the gun in her hand, "but what if something–"
+
+The ferret accidentally squeezed the trigger, and a light zapped Gus. He disappeared into thin air, and both women looked down, seeing a micro bear looking back up at them.
+
+"See? Perfectly safe! What did I tell you?" The tiny ursine waved his arms and shouted so that his voice could reach them, and Amy sighed in relief.
+
+'Nice aim, you trigger-happy idiot', the ferret thought to herself as she set the timer on her phone to 14 minutes, as the gull had instructed her.
+
+"Alright, Lei." She pointed the gun at her. "You ready too?"
+
+"Umm...y-yeah, I think so."
+
+Just like before, the beam caused her to reach minuscule proportions, no taller than one of the ferret's claws. The mustelid sat down the weapon to pick up Gustav and Leite with each hand. She lied down on the floor while setting the micros on top of each breast. The floor under the couple was soft and shaky, moving with each breath of Amy, so they were holding onto her skin and fur to avoid falling off.
+
+The bear was the first to be shrunk, and he was close to her areola, so she'd play with him first. He was already ahead of her, and started to make out with the nipple that was bigger than his head. A chill ran down her spine at the sensation, causing both micros to almost lose their footing. The tiny fur's mouth and hands were tickling her sensually, as her tit became Gus's whole world – and soon, even more so.
+
+Amy glanced at her timer – 10 minutes! Already it felt like time was slipping away, so she would rush things along. She brought her finger, easily twice his size, and gently nudged his neck from behind. Before she realized it, his head was already stuck inside the nipple. She was even more sensitive inside, feeling the bear's minuscule tongue playing around as he had plenty of movement inside of the soft tissue. But she wanted more, and squeezed Gus against her skin as gently as possible, her gland quickly swallowing him until only his feet were sticking out. Then, she pushed her thumb against the paw pads, losing him completely in her boob.
+
+Gus was nestled in one of her ducts, stuck between the fat tissue of the dome. There was some light leaking in from behind, but he could tell that the interior was completely dry, even as he was jostled while the ferret fondled her breast. However, the micro likely was stimulating the glands from inside, as he started to feel milk forming around him. The warm white liquid was turning dark as his exit filled up with it as well, blocking the light and forcing him to swim in the sweet liquid as he remained clamped, swallowing some of it down as he managed to find a pocket of air.
+
+The micro inside of her had felt like a little speck stuck in her boob, but her body's reaction of producing milk was making the tit swell a little bit, feeling heavier on her chest. She now turned to Lei on the other side, the gull awkwardly waiting under her breast, having slipped from the ferret's motions. Amy had to pick her up carefully, aiming her bird feet into the opening.
+
+Her claws were small enough that they were harmless, but still noticeable as they scraped the sensitive nerves inside of Amy's nipple pleasurably. The gull had asked to only be pushed up to her beak, worrying that she might struggle to breathe inside – although it was probably unfounded, as the bear lost in the other boob seemed lively and fine as counterproof. Nonetheless, the ferret complied, pushing the minuscule feathery body into her milk duct, until that yellow mouth was the only part sticking out.
+
+The entrance was shut tight around the pointy tip, while the rest of her head and body were in that spacious main tunnel. She moved her winged arms and legs a bit, feeling the soft bouncy walls around her. It was like a water bed from all sides. With her ears inside of Amy, she could hear fluids filling the ducts even before she felt the milk's level rise to her claws. It was like a personal mammalian-sourced jacuzzi. The warmth, darkness, and lulling motion from the ferret playing with her left boob was causing Leite to feel sleepy...
+
+The timer still had some 3 minutes left. Amy was feeling both of her boobs with her hands. On one of them, the nipple was stretching nicely around the sleeping micro's pointy beak that was still visibly sticking out. On the other, the tiny bear was still floating around the ducts somewhere, as the tit filled with milk way faster than the other one due to his stimulation. She always thought her breasts were below-average in size, but knowing that she had taken the couple almost completely inside, she saw them in a new light.
+
+Amy kept cupping and playing with the pair, feeling the different sensations in each side, both lactating a little bit on the tip, when the timer's alarm went off. 'Alright, time to squeeze them out', she thought before she started pressing her fingers around the base of each breast. She could feel the milk flowing towards the exits, which was a good sign, but it still wasn't enough to expel the liquid or the couple with it. So she pinched her boobs from farther up to the middle.
+
+At the same time, two things happened. Her right boob, the one swelling with more milk, released the micro bear onto a large pool of milk on the floor. However, the current forming from all the pressure in her left boob was stuck behind the bird, and it ended up pulling her completely inside instead!
+
+"Fuck!" She yelled in panic and guilty pleasure at the gull getting lost in her, moments before she would begin to grow back – like Gus was visibly doing right now.
+
+"What is it?" He asked, calmly approaching her as he quickly reached his normal height. His fur was still drenched in milk.
+
+"Lei got stuck in here, and I don't know how long– Ooo...!"
+
+The ferret was surprised when the bear brought his mouth to her boob, teasing and suckling her nipple. The attention from the ursine was causing the milk to race back towards the exit, rushing over the ducts and likely taking the gull with them, although Amy couldn't notice her micro presence anymore. Then, the white liquid overflowed directly into Gustav's mouth, who kept gulping the sweet secretion that he was being breastfed.
+
+He removed his face, showing the mouth painted with white, and swallowed again. Amy tried to feel her breast for the bird while the bear flopped to the ground with his belly up.
+
+"I can't find her in here... Did you get her?" Amy asked.
+
+"Yep... Urp! Certainly did." The bear patted his belly, the brown furred midriff increasing in size as his stomach bulged out with the micro growing back to normal. He kept swallowing down air and belching while Lei reached her full size, her outline clearly visible from outside. Amy blushed when she realized that his breath smelled like her milk.
+
+"I thought you just caught her with your mouth, not swallowed...!" She exclaimed, placing a hand on his belly. "Shouldn't you let her out?"
+
+He burped again. "Nah... Lei's safe in my stomach, but I think she's asleep...yaaaaawn, mm...maybe I'll...also..."
+
+"Gus?" The bear had passed out from his meal of ferret milk and live gull, apparently. Amy felt her own breasts still lactating a little bit, making them plumper than usual. She brought herself beside the ursine's body, hugging his large squishy stomach, feeling that she also deserved a well-earned nap. She glanced back at the shrinking ray gun, wondering what Manner of fun the couple would be up for next...

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+---
+title: Latest Catch
+pubDate: 2022-12-26
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1500
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal size difference cock vore, willing to semi-willing anthro non-binary rabbit pred, willing feral snake prey, masturbation, mouthplay, implied perma endo.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_5_latest_catch.png
+description: |
+  A predatory rabbit likes snakes...perhaps a bit too much.
+tags: ['cock vore', 'anthro predator', 'feral prey', 'non-binary predator', 'ambiguous gender prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'semi-willing predator', 'willing prey', 'size difference', 'masturbation', 'perma endo', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+"Gotcha!" Rou celebrated their latest catch, holding the garter snake behind its head. The rust-red rabbit had set down a water plate in their backyard some time ago, and the slithering reptile was drinking from it when it was found by the lagomorph. It was thinner than his index finger and almost three feet long, the longest snake they had caught so far. Rou ran a finger over the black and yellow scales on its neck, and the wild animal was being calm about the whole situation, which was a good sign.
+
+They turned the snake's face to theirs. "You're mine now. Hmm, what name should I give you... Let's go with... Jaune." It flicked its tongue. "I knew you'd like it, Jaune. Let's head in, I'm sure you'll like the warmth inside."
+
+The rabbit walked back into their house, tossing their shoes aside before going to the bedroom. They set Jaune on their bed before taking out their phone to snap some pictures, and then captioning them with the new pet's name.
+
+"Awww, you're so cute! I don't know why some people hate snakes..." Rou spoke to the limbless reptile. "But me? I don't like snakes. I -love- them." They put their phone away, and brought a hand in front of the snake's head, without picking it up. "You won't bite, will you, Jaune? Be nice and we can have some fun."
+
+The garter snake inspected the lagomorph's paw with its tongue before slithering onto it, coiling around a finger to reach their palm. It didn't seem to mind being handled or even lifted from the ground again, stealing some of the rabbit's warmth as it traveled further up their arm, undulating onto their wrist.
+
+"You're pretty friendly, huh?" Rou grinned. "If it's warmth you want, I can show you just the place..." They raised their hand close to their face, and opened their mouth. "Mlahh~..." The rabbit's hot air blew on the snake teasingly, as the anthro put out their tongue. Jaune didn't run away; it simply stared into the wet chamber, flicking its own tongue as it was probably tasting what remained of the rabbit's last meal in their breath.
+
+The bunny brought their palm to their lips, kissing their own hand as the snake's head was trapped in their maw. They tasted the reptile slowly, moving their tongue carefully not to hurt them so Jaune wouldn't panic. The tongue pushed the snake's head to the inside of their cheek, before they puckered their lips around its neck and began slurping it like a scaly noodle.
+
+"Not every day a rabbit eats a snake, huh?" They joked while being careful with the small animal between their teeth, continuing to fill more of their mouth with it. Rou had expected their tongue to be bitten by now, but Jaune didn't seem alarmed at all. It was simply accepting the role of being the rabbit's plaything for now, getting sucked like spaghetti into the warm, humid maw.
+
+When the rabbit's mouth felt full, there was only a feet of tail dangling from their mouth. Their new toy was being so well-Mannered, they almost felt tempted to swallow them down... But Rou had a different kind of fun in mind, as the bulge in their pants was quick to point out. They unbuttoned their shirt before lying in bed, then removed their belt and unzipped their jeans, letting their almost fully erect rabbit cock stick out from the pants. They rubbed it a little bit to get more blood pumping and precum leaking, before leaning their head closer.
+
+Rou opened their mouth, and the saliva-drenched snake fell immediately on their body, landing as a writhing ball on the toned abs with rust-red fur. They gently nudged Jaune's wet head with a finger so it would face their dick, which seemed to work as it approached the genital with curiosity regarding the rabbit's sexual smell. Maybe there really was something alluring to the aroma, because the snake was drawn to its base, and started coiling around it to climb up.
+
+Jaune's grip on their cock was making them more aroused, the sensitive nerves feeling every inch of the constricting spiral of scales. Rou tried to interfere as little as possible, letting their new pet explore and follow the source of the musk on its own, instead simply relishing as the long reptile slithered up their cock. But when it was above the member's head, flicking its tongue at the clear liquid seeping from the orifice, the rabbit brought two fingers to their glans solely to spread open their cockslit, ushering a stronger wave of odors towards the snake.
+
+The serpent was enticed to burrow there immediately, but it was still being cautious, so it dug its head slowly into the oozing tunnel. The rabbit wouldn't complain – in fact, this was going way better than they'd expected. Rou moaned softly as they watched the garter snake's eyes sink in, their member bulging out ever so slightly with the eager pet within. The reptile was still tracking the source of the scent, apparently without any regard to how deep it had to go into the lagomorph in order to reach it.
+
+Its tongue was still flicking wildly in their urethra, each sensation very clear to the rabbit. Jaune wasn't drinking their fluids, simply tasting them to find its way into the lustful depths. Rou's saliva on its body was lubricating its descent into the tunnel even more, and the thin snake had no trouble heading towards that increasing warmth. The reptile could feel the vibrations from the mammal's body as they moaned, and the pulsing walls of the erect cock; if Jaune had ears, it would also hear the squishes of its own body through that tube.
+
+It didn't take long until the lagomorph felt its head push beyond the threshold of their cock's base, now squirming through the tighter passage of their prostate. It felt so wonderful, and most of the snake was still coiled outside of their dick. With all that stimuli, Rou reached their limit, but didn't cum... Jaune was clogging up their semen inside! Their denied orgasm left them on edge, feeling that seed painfully accumulating inside. Until the reptile dove straight into it, that is.
+
+Jaune was now slithering in much faster, lubricated in the hot white fluid as well. It swam past the prostate and then lower, its head intruding the rabbit's testicles.
+
+"Fuckkkk..." They exclaimed in pleasure and thwarted release, with a few white drops of seed now leaving their cockslit as the garden snake dislodged the fluid with its body. It was continually moving into their balls, and before Rou knew it, half of its body was already inside of his penis. They lowered their half-open pants, letting their balls full of wiggling masses have more room to bulge outwards. "Right, I forgot to introduce you to the others... Jaune, meet – hnnnng! – meet Lisse and Soleil... Y-Your new snake roommates..."
+
+Rou had let the other two snakes go into their testicles in the past, and they got stuck inside, but they had stayed mostly still in there, until Jaune joined them just now. The rust-red lagomorph was currently stuck in a blue ball state, being denied an overdue orgasm, until the snake was either fully inside or outside. The last inches of the reptile's tail were still hanging limply as they were pulled in, and the rabbit could have grabbed it, to prevent Jaune from also getting stuck in their body...
+
+But their lust told them to let it go. To let it slither entirely into their body, and let it live and stew inside of their balls, swimming forever in their cum with the two smaller snakes. And it was that voice that Rou decided to listen to.
+
+Their sack was now reaching a massive size, when the last of the snake disappeared down their urethra. The rabbit started masturbating furiously as the tail was sliding into their member. And when it finally passed the prostate, unclogging the powerful stream... Everything in the cock's vicinity got coated in seed with the explosive orgasm, the best one of their life. It just didn't feel like it'd ever stop gushing semen...until it finally did.
+
+The rabbit grabbed their swollen balls, feeling the noodly masses inside calming down as well. Jaune was stuck in there with Soleil and Lisse, of course... But Rou had no regrets; except that maybe they wouldn't be able to wear these jeans comfortably anymore. Still, looking at the cumstain that somehow managed to form on the ceiling, they could barely wait for the next time they'd find a slithering visitor in their garden.

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+---
+title: Never Too Late
+pubDate: 2022-12-05
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1100
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal same size cock vore, asleep anthro male horse pred, willing anthro female aardwolf prey, masturbation, fellatio, alcohol.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_2_never_too_late.png
+description: |
+  After a night full of fun, Mirembe tries to squeeze out the last pleasures she can.
+tags: ['cock vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'female prey', 'asleep predator', 'willing prey', 'same size', 'masturbation', 'straight sex', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+"Bye, guys!" Mirembe bade as she closed the door of her apartment. The aardwolf was still naked, enjoying the orgy in her house until the very last. And with those last guests gone, she could call it a night. It was a lot of fun, but the rooms were obviously a mess now; she brushed it off as a problem for future-Mirembe.
+
+Walking through the living room, where most of the action had taken place, she almost jumped when she saw someone else on the couch. Masood was strewn naked on the furniture, the horse lying with a liquor bottle in one hand and his large spent cock pointing into the air. The hyena remembered having her fun with him early on in the orgy, but didn't pay much attention to him after that, with everything and everyone else that were going on. Now, the intoxicated stallion was deeply asleep, and would be staying the night, it seemed.
+
+Mirembe carefully took the bottle from his hand and sloshed it around, then drank the remains. Someone else had brought this into the party, perhaps Masood himself. She placed the empty bottle down and approached the equine, staring at his half-erect penis. The hyena touched it and it reacted by flinching, but the horse was still out cold. Perhaps it wasn't too late for a bit extra fun.
+
+She brought her head closer and licked that flared tip. The aardwolf was surprised at how soft it felt, and how easily his cockslit spread. Deciding to experiment, she pushed her tongue against it, wrapping her snout around its head. It parted effortlessly, and it wasn't tight inside the urethra even as the cock got harder. Mirembe fit more into her mouth, until she felt its flared tip poke her uvula. Her tongue must have been halfway into his long cock, and yet found no resistance. Just how stretchy was he on the inside?
+
+She could taste his precum building up, but she wasn't done yet, so she slid the member out from her jaws. Mirembe approached a finger to the sticky fluids oozing from his urethra and slipped it inside, without any trouble. Then another, and another...! Her whole knuckles were pushed into the member, causing a few bulges to appear underneath when she opened her hand.
+
+Masood stirred in his sleep, turning sideways to where the aardwolf was standing. The movement brought his cock closer to her, and the entire paw up to the wrist popped inside. The hyena was astounded, and slowly kept pushing her fist deeper to see when – or if – the horse's body would offer any resistance. In fact, it didn't seem like he was feeling any discomfort at all in his slumber. Amazing! Did the stud even know about this gift...?
+
+The aardwolf was past her elbow already, and her fingertips reached beyond the base of his penis. She decided to bring her other paw, pushing it alongside the first arm. It was still slick and cushiony, as if she hadn't already just shoved an entire limb down there. Masood's cock normally wasn't wider than her forearm, but it was stretched enough to be as wide as her head right now, impossibly admitting anything sent its way. It didn't take long until her hands were joined together deep into his manhood.
+
+This was as deep as she could get with just her arms fisting his urethra, but where was the fun in stopping there? Using her limbs as levers, she parted that stretchy cockslit, revealing the red tunnel ahead with precum visibly coating the top and bottom halves. Her hands were too deep for any light to reach them, and so they were obscured from view, but she could feel just how warm his prostate felt on her fingers and palms. Masood's urethra looked so alluring that she couldn't resist pushing her own head into that gap now.
+
+In a matter of moments, Mirembe had slipped her entire face in, then the rest of the head and neck, and even her shoulders. The horse's dick was doing the impossible and letting the aardwolf simply push herself in! And she kept going deeper still, feeling her hands enter a warm, soggy chamber. It felt like a Manner of dream, but without the typical haze that distinguished them from the literally palpable reality.
+
+Mirembe arched the rest of her body, which was now about halfway inside, to project herself directly into the cockslit. She kept feeding the indifferent member of the sleeping equine with fresh hyena, her feet pushing against the rug on the floor until her hands found a firm wall in Masood's sack that could be used as leverage to pull herself in. In her mind, there was no stopping until she'd made it all the way in.
+
+She felt more precum spurt around her legs when her hips popped inside the penis, staining the rug and mixing with other sexual fluids from earlier that night. The warmth was greatest from her elbow up as the arms partially entered the horse's balls, and the musk of manhood was getting stronger with every inch traveled. There was barely any movement from the stud outside, and she couldn't believe how lucky she was that he was apparently the world's heaviest sleeper with the world's stretchiest cock.
+
+Finally, as her head popped into the horse's semen factory, her feet had left the ground, and it was easier to push down on the walls as if she was climbing a ledge. The chamber distended to accommodate her just as easily as the cock. Bringing more of her body, soon the aardwolf was curling into a fetal position to sit entirely on the pool of fresh, steamy cum that was sticking to her fur. She wished that she could see how his balls looked from the outside, as she pushed out a hand against the wall, noticing how it was firm but soft, like an spherical elastic trampoline that reeked of semen. One that didn't seem affected by the whole woman impossibly inside of it, as she'd come to expect.
+
+The hyena grabbed a handful of the male cream and brought it to her vagina, smearing the hot fluid on her clit and labia as she started to rub herself. And yet more cum was forming around her by the minute. It was hot in so many senses... Mirembe hoped that her stimulation wouldn't cause her host to inadvertently wake up, or even worse, climax and push her back out. Since she'd done all this work, she was expecting to spend the whole night in here – or perhaps, even longer...! She just hoped that Masood wouldn't be too mad at her once he woke up...

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+---
+title: Noble Fire
+pubDate: 2023-09-20
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 6900
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal same size oral vore, with willing male anthro lion pred and semi-willing male anthro dog prey. Also includes sexual nudity and heavy themes like violence, blood, trauma, abuse, and fear.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_12_noble_fire.png
+description: |
+  Blume brings his new acquaintance to his secret retreat, escaping from both the frost and the past snapping at their heels.
+
+  I wasn't really sure if I wanted to finish this story, let alone post it, given the dark themes in this. But some friends convinced me that I still should share it anyway, so here it is, I guess. I'm posting a more uplifting story today as well, if you'd rather read that.
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'willing predator', 'semi-willing prey', 'same size', 'nudity']
+---
+
+"Here we are," Blume smiled back to his labrador companion. The lion's fangs nearly shone white in his smiling lips. "This is what I wanted to show you."
+
+Lenz followed the gleeful lion up the foothill, stepping on the snow-covered grass that scrunched under his uncovered paws. The feline's smile encouraged him to endure the biting cold for just a bit longer.
+
+"...Wow..." He muttered.
+
+Between the falling snowflakes, he saw the base of the palace. Vanilla-colored spires rising from behind the window-covered façade, multiple blocks and towers extending over the rocky cliff in an irregular yet harmonic architecture. Every detail perfectly sculpted, with enclosed terraces extending out from the sturdy walls in defiance of gravity. It looked like every part of the opulent residence was placed in the wrong spot, all symmetry being broken just like the naturally mountainous terrain surrounding it. But it was still aesthetically pleasing even from a distance. He'd admired many castles before, but never this up close. Such a place wasn't befitting a lowly servant as him... Well, ex-servant.
+
+"Is this yours...?" He asked Blume.
+
+"Hah! Hell no, thank god!" The tan lion's voice boomed, seemingly undisturbed by the freezing storm. He approached an iron gate. "A bastard like me could never own a castle. And my old man definitely doesn't have this much money, either. This is the summer retreat of some obscenely rich nobleman. Anyway, nobody's here come winter, so I just help myself to the place every year. I come, and go, and they don't even notice. Let alone bother to change the keys." He chuckled as he unlocked the gate, and returned the key to his pocket. "Not like it'd stop me, anyway."
+
+"...I've never been in a castle. Is it also pretty inside?"
+
+Blume extended his arms and smiled to the labrador. "You'll see. Come, now... Let's get you out of the cold."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+The large, luxurious halls were all empty, as Lenz had been told. The candles along the decorated walls were all unlit, and they only could only look around thanks to the dim daylight, which battled through the storm to reach the windows. Each room was filled with rugs and furniture from far-off lands, and wooden walls painted over in patterned tacky tones. The large glass panes were lined with snow at the bottom, making a silent but persistent creak from the ongoing storm.
+
+But the labrador couldn't really pay that much attention to the environs. The teeth-clattering chill had followed them inside, the palace's walls not having been designed to keep the warmth within. The residence's usefulness during the harsh countryside winter had been disregarded by its architect. Plus, Lenz's tattered clothes were no more than rags, completely ineffectual against the cold. At this point, it only really served to cover his indecent bits in public.
+
+Blume smiled as he walked ahead to the sleeping chambers, occasionally looking back to his companion, giving Lenz a better view of the shaved mane on the sides of his head. He wasn't sure how to read the constant optimism of the lion wearing a justacorps. Mere days ago, he had witnessed the brutal demeanor that the feline hid underneath his outwardly appearance...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+For as long as he could remember, Lenz had served His Lordship. And he was a slave in all but title. He wasn't even allowed to be called by name; 'servant' was the go-to call. His Lordship wasn't wealthy enough to own a castle, just a tiny mansion. But what little power his lord possessed, he'd malevolently twist for his own gain. And the labrador had to endure an unfathomable amount of abuse from His Lordship, as recently as a few days ago. But his worst experience with His Lordship had happened last season, when his master was particularly moody.
+
+On that autumn day, His Lordship threw Lenz into his lit fireplace in a fit of rage – something about 'being more useful as coal than servant'. He still had marks all over his arm and chest, his pale fur burnt with large black wounds. But that wasn't the worst scar. Ever since then, he'd never been able to get close to a fire without breaking down into a panic attack. And that wasn't the end of the abuse he had to endure.
+
+It would still be a few more harsh months until Blume first met with His Lordship over a business lunch, and Lenz was in charge of preparing food for the traveling merchant and his host. Of course, His Lordship let out his frustration about his sole servant being useless in a kitchen, who was unable to be around an oven anymore. The lion asked more about the labrador, and His Lordship relayed all of his grievances with complete detachment. As if telling the injustices he'd enacted against the dog would garner some sympathy from his guest.
+
+But in a moment's notice, the collected feline had dropped all composure. In a lapse of judgment, Blume lunged onto His Lordship, and Lenz ran back to the kitchen, frightened at the constant sounds of punching. And they continued on, and on, and on, a disgustingly wet percussion from the dining room which never seemed to end. Even after His Lordship's pleading voice couldn't be heard anymore, but the barrage continued... And Lenz wouldn't move a muscle.
+
+He was curled up in a corner of the kitchen, feeling like a coward, when the world went completely quiet after what felt like ages, aside from chirping birds outside the window. The door opened, and the lion walked in, blood still dripping from his fists. But he bore a serene expression – similar to the smile he had now. Blume squatted in front of the labrador, and spoke calmly in his deep tone.
+
+"We have to get out of here."
+
+And Lenz had followed him ever since, away from that town and from that house. He didn't know if His Lordship yet lived or not. He could have asked Blume about it... But he never did, and a part of him didn't want to know. All that he cared about was that he'd never have to see that fireplace again. Lenz followed this lion out of necessity, imagining that Blume intended to find some use from a new servant. However, so far, Blume had provided him with free beds and food, without asking for anything else in return.
+
+But that kindness didn't change Lenz's outlook. The lion must've had ulterior motives, and he didn't blame him; after all, it was the only logical reason as to why Blume would ever blunder his career as a traveling merchant, and keep Lenz around up to this day...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Snapping back from his thoughts, the labrador followed him through the halls without question, same as he had done during the perilous journey across the mountains to seek refuge in this lifeless castle. Blume showed him a set of large double doors, standing by its side.
+
+"Go in there and find some better clothes." The brown-and-tan lion said, still upbeat. "Just so you don't freeze to death."
+
+"...Aren't you going in with me?" His voice was quiet, expecting the feline to harbor some mistrust if he was left alone.
+
+"Of course not, man! You're gonna undress in there, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with me spying on you or anything."
+
+Lenz silently nodded, walking through the door before Blume closed it behind him. The room was quite nice – a chamber for guests, judging by the comparative lack of decoration. 'Only an idiot would think to leave expensive stuff lying around in the guest room', His Lordship would say. Always demanding that his servant kept track of how valuable things were, in case there were visitors to his estate. Lenz noticed how the bed in this room was bigger and more ornate than His Lordship's.
+
+The labrador undressed himself from the wet rags and scurried towards the closet, taking several clothes from the hangers and tossing them over the ottoman. He was quite tall – and so was Blume –, and none of these clothes seemed to fit him. Being naked exposed him to the cold, and his body shook more. He wished that he could simply have a warm bath, an experience that he missed so dearly... But as he'd learned, merely touching hot water would bring back his trauma. His search for apt clothing was hurried by the uncomfortable temperature, although he managed to find something suitable.
+
+When he opened the door, Blume froze to stare at him. Lenz had a thick and fuzzy cloak wrapped around him, white and red with golden embellishments. Though the lion did notice that he had no shirts or pants underneath, he didn't make any comment, and smiled warmly instead. Blume couldn't help but admire how nice the labrador looked with a royal mantle.
+
+"...I'm still so c-cold." The ex-servant chittered with clattering teeth.
+
+"–Oh! Right..." Blume apologized with a bow of his head. "There's one place we can go to, I'll take you there so you can heat up."
+
+"Okay." And he followed the lion through the halls once more.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+The tan-furred feline only realized his mistake after they arrived at the study. His plan was to simply light the fireplace, so they could both sit down and heat themselves by the flames. Staring into the elegant marble hearth by the wall, Blume felt stupid as soon as he remembered his companion's whole situation.
+
+"...I'm sorry." The dog whimpered, realizing that he was the reason why the lion had a pensive expression while staring at the fireplace.
+
+"N-No, don't apologize, man! I'm the idiot who forgot that you– Ahem. Do you at least feel warmer with that coat...?"
+
+"A little bit..." Lenz clearly shivered.
+
+"What about food? Maybe I could get you something from the pantry."
+
+"I'm not hungry."
+
+Blume got anxious, and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry. You don't have to keep lying for my sake. I want you to feel alright, not to end up frozen dead!"
+
+The labrador coldly stared back at him. "...I'm not lying. Sorry... I'm really not hungry. And I'm a bit warmer with this coat, but I'm still very cold..."
+
+The lion stayed quiet for a moment to recollect his thoughts. "...Okay. No food, then. But I still need to get you warmed up somehow. Maybe we can find you some blankets."
+
+"...How are you so warm?" Lenz asked, referring to the paws still holding him.
+
+"Me? Hm, I guess the cold never really bothered me like everyone else. Maybe I'm just always warm. That -would- explain why the ladies love to cuddle with me during winter, hah... As for you–"
+
+"We could cuddle." His companion said, coolly as the air surrounding them. It was merely a suggestion, without any hidden intents. "If you don't mind."
+
+"Oh, uhh, s-sure, not a problem!" The lion gave a weak chuckle without grinning, almost a scoff. "We can cuddle if you want, to keep you warm. And share that cape of yours. Just to keep you warm. Alright? Let me just..."
+
+He sat in front of the unlit fireplace, before lying down on his shoulder.
+
+"There. Now it's your turn to join me."
+
+"Blume?" Lenz interrupted, not moving from where he was.
+
+"Hm...?"
+
+"Are you a violent man...?"
+
+He turned his head to face the pale-furred dog. "L-Look, that whole deal with your lord... I'm sorry we haven't talked about it. I-I don't know what came over me. I've never done something like that before, but with him, I just– I saw his face, and–"
+
+"Would you attack again?"
+
+"...I would what...? You mean, him or you–"
+
+"Would you do the same thing again? ...If we were in the same situation."
+
+He took a moment to think. "...I don't know anymore, man. I-I have played it in my head over and over, and I think I would've done the exact same thing every time, but–"
+
+"Okay." Seemingly satisfied with his answer, he simply walked over Blume, settling down in front of him.
+
+The lion was beyond confused. This had been the first time that Lenz had brought up his previous lord, and he was admittedly ashamed of how Blume had behaved back then. He was too embarrassed to talk properly, and was relieved that Lenz decided to put it to rest. Maybe one day, he'd be brave enough and prepared to address it. For now, he was happy to see the labrador warm up to him. Lenz lied down as the little spoon, as they both faced the cold logs of wood set underneath a chimney.
+
+"Hang on," Blume pulled on the cloak, "lemme move this a bit."
+
+The canine shuffled a bit under his arm to let it get squeezed under his weight, and then the lion pulled it over so it could cover both of them together.
+
+"There. Now our heat won't go anywhere."
+
+Lenz nudged his body closer, brushing against the feline's dress shirt hiding his warm pecs. "...Okay."
+
+Blume moved his hand to the dog's shoulder that was pointing up, gingerly grasping the cold fur. This part of Lenz's naked body had its original pale coloration. The other side, partially hidden against the rug-covered floor, bore a nasty dark scar, which he could see when he gazed down the mantle. To think that someone was capable of such an atrocity, just because they were of noble descent... His mind burned with rage in that single moment from days ago. It felt as if, even now, warm blood still dripped from his fists. But his heart, both now and back then, bled with concern for Lenz.
+
+The dog simply stared at the corner of the room. The exposed wall behind the hearth revealed an intricate yet dull pattern adorning the room with details carved in wood, and thick dusty books spanned the wall perpendicular to it. The floor had a few gaps to reveal the varnished wood, though most of it was covered by the large rug they were both lying on. He continued to absorb these fine details, trying to discern the different types of wood as an exercise – anything to avert his anxious gaze from the fireplace.
+
+Lenz gasped when his concentration was broken, shivering at suddenly feeling something squishy at the back of his head.
+
+"Oh! Soh-rreh." The lion apologized with his barbed tongue still sticking out, before it retracted into his jaws. "I-I'm not sure what came over me, man. I was just staring at your fur and...and I felt that I had to groom it. It's like, a feline thing..."
+
+"Oh... Okay. You can do it again."
+
+"...You sure?"
+
+The labrador simply nodded, bringing his neck further back without looking at Blume, letting him know he trusted him. It took the lion a few more moments, but Lenz soon felt that tongue on his fur again, its tiny hooks brushing the short hairs between his ears. He was a bit weirded out, getting a tongue bath like this and all. But it wasn't all bad, either. He could feel the lion blowing hot air from his nostrils, bringing his body closer, touching Lenz with this unexpected affection. Maybe Blume didn't think of such a thing as intimate...
+
+In truth, even the lion wasn't sure why he'd decided to do this. He wanted to take care of Lenz, of course, but this was quite more forward than any contact that the two have had before. At most, the men had accidentally bumped each other while lying on the same inn bed before, and that was that. He hoped that he wasn't being too pushy. The dog shook again, but not like one does from cold, and Blume could tell that something was up when Lenz moved his arms.
+
+He retracted his tongue. "Everything okay, man?"
+
+"...Yeah. D-Don't mind me."
+
+Blume lifted his head above the labrador's shoulder, and saw his hands covering his crotch. He smiled, though his companion couldn't see. "Got a bit excited?"
+
+"I'm s-sorry, Sir Blume! It just did that on its own...! I-I'm not–"
+
+"Hey, it's fine man." He stroked the dog's unscarred shoulder. "You're not into guys, I get it. And there's no need to be embarrassed, this thing happens...I think. And there's no reason to call me 'Sir', alright?"
+
+The labrador nodded, still flustered. "O-Okay..."
+
+He moved his hands away from his legs, afraid that he might touch himself on accident. Lenz didn't believe that he was attracted to the lion or anything. But it was the first time someone had ever touched and showed him affection like this, and his growing erection was simply an involuntary reaction. Blume soon started licking him again, and the dog was relieved that he they were on the same page.
+
+But when the tan feline resumed, his licks were much more pronounced. Faster, almost possessive, but never too strong. Aiming the tongue at the shoulder he held fast, Blume continued giving the canine a dry bath, working on the large area around his shoulder blade. Lenz's short coat wasn't unkempt, but unable to soak himself into either cold or hot water during the winter, there was a limit to how clean he could keep himself. Still, his earthy taste wasn't so pronounced, sating the cat's curiosity.
+
+"Yaer colfh..."
+
+"...What?"
+
+"I said, you're cold." Blume repeated after tucking his tongue. "I should really get you another blanket."
+
+"No." He replied, softly but resolutely. "Keep going..."
+
+The lion shrugged and continued, licking the fluffy back to elicit a shiver down that spine. Hopefully, not from the cold. Maybe Lenz enjoyed it far more than he'd have wanted to admit. Blume continued to explore his companion, now bringing himself to the edge of those burn marks. He kept a close eye on them, careful not to scrape and reopen his scars. Such a nasty injury... How cruel some people could be with a modicum of power.
+
+"...T-Thank you..." The dog breathed meekly, realizing that the feline had intentionally avoided touching his scar. He still had an erection above his legs, and shame from his body's natural response, but he ignored it in favor of enjoying the continued licks.
+
+Suddenly, Blume stopped and sat up, bringing his warm hands onto the labrador. Lenz didn't flinch when the large cat touched his wound gingerly. The two men were almost the same height, but the large leonine paws cupping his shoulders made him feel much smaller. "You're still cold."
+
+"Yes..."
+
+The lion pushed the cloak away to only cover Lenz, standing up and pacing in front of the fireplace. "This won't do. At this rate, you'll get sick, or worse. Only a fire could warm us up, but..." He stared at the pale dog. "I'm running out of options here."
+
+"We could get more blankets, like you said, right? Or we could...c-cuddle again."
+
+"Not good enough. We'll both run out of body heat and freeze." He glanced at the dry wood. "There's only one thing I can do–"
+
+"Please, Blume! Anything but that!" The dog blurted out in an uncharacteristic panic. But his face told the lion everything. His utter fear, his despairing resolution. The expression was clear: Lenz would rather die than sit by the fire.
+
+"...There's one thing I can do. But you have to trust me. And I promise that the fire won't hurt you."
+
+"But Blume, as soon as I see it, I'll–"
+
+"You won't see it. Because you'll be in my belly."
+
+The canine blinked in confusion. "...Under your clothes, you mean?"
+
+The lion knelt in front of him. He regretted having to bring this up in this situation out of any, but he explained it all without mincing words nonetheless. That he could take the dog, or anyone up to his size, into his maw and down into his stomach. And they'd always return safely afterwards. That he wasn't sure why, or how it was possible. But he knew that they could stay for hours, if he wanted. It was still a demanding process for his body, not only being stretched beyond comfort or having to forego food, but leaving his fleshy gut vulnerable to any harm that his prey could do, accidentally or on purpose. Still, Blume assured most of all that Lenz would be safe and warm with him, and that no fire could ever hurt him.
+
+And the labrador patiently listened to his entire explanation. "...Okay."
+
+"But do you get it...? If you throw a fit in there, then both of us might get hurt."
+
+"Then why suggest it? If you don't trust me, why do you even consider doing such a thing?"
+
+"Because I–" Blume struggled to find the words. "...I -actually- trust you, man. And I really gotta keep you safe, alright? Even in the case that I get hurt."
+
+"But I don't want to hurt you, Blume–"
+
+"I know, but you still can! Even on accident... B-But I don't care." He clutched his own arms. "I'm not gonna watch you freeze after bringing you all the way to this place. I'd rather go out there and die in the snow if it meant you're fine...!"
+
+The labrador shook his head. He didn't expect such a stupid answer to come from someone clever like Blume. Putting himself in jeopardy... 'Who would even sacrifice themselves for such a lowly servant', His Lordship would most likely ask if he were here.
+
+"Listen, man," the lion recollected himself, staring at the white storm raging past the window, "I dunno if getting inside of me is gonna be another trigger for you, like drinking tea was. Or maybe you'll panic because, well, who wouldn't if they got eaten? ...But I can't think of anything else."
+
+There was another lasting silence. Then Lenz spoke. "...Okay. You can eat me. I won't panic."
+
+"Are you sure...?"
+
+He nodded, though he wasn't sure. He had too many thoughts, and none made much sense. But even if Blume was lying, his other choices weren't any better. Plus, the lion admitted that he'd leave himself vulnerable to Lenz. He couldn't ever escape the fire that haunted his dreams, but Blume was just a man, like him or His Lordship. And Blume knew pain too – enough for Lenz to know how much faith the feline placed in him. But Lenz didn't want any more violence, and he wouldn't hurt Blume because he had no reason to.
+
+"Alright. I'd tell you to strip, but you're already...ahem." The lion untucked his neat shirt from his pants, undoing the buttons to reveal his abs, but keeping his justacorps on. The labrador silently watched. "You should stay still while I do this."
+
+"...Should I close my eyes?"
+
+Blume shrugged. "I'd say so. But they always open their eyes anyway, so do whatever."
+
+"They...? How many times have you done this?"
+
+The tan cat didn't answer. He got closer, carefully tossing Lenz's cloak away and lining up their snouts. If the ex-servant didn't know any better, it might've looked like he was about to experience a different Manner of intimacy with this man. But Blume didn't take advantage of him – he stared at the nude dog in the eyes the whole time, and parted his jaws over Lenz, showing his barbed tongue and large fangs in their pink environment. His meaty breath wasn't completely unpleasant, and its misty warmth wasn't comforting enough alone. The canine decided to close his eyes and be patient.
+
+Blume's first touch didn't come from that maw. He slowly traced two fingers across the side of his snout, right behind the dog's whiskers and towards his ear. The lion's trimmed nails could be felt on his skin, gently raising his bright-yellow hairs on the way. Lenz didn't understand what was the purpose of this gesture, but he raised no comments.
+
+The harsh wind clattered at the window, trying to sneak into the castle's study. Despite the grinding cold, the walls still shielded the pair from the brunt of it. The feline's large thumb held the opposite side of the snout's base, bringing the dog's nose into his mouth. Then the mandibles met his skin, keeping the labrador's jaws closed. Blume already had his tongue out, but it wasn't active underneath the canine chin that rested on it. There were a few testing presses from the hard palate; maybe to show that the sharp teeth presented no harm, or to see if Lenz would tap out. No reaction. So the lion resumed after taking a deep breath.
+
+The large feline hand moved to reach the back of Lenz's head and pushed, funneling that snout deeper. He let out a grunt, though the labrador wasn't sure if it may have been a moan. The feline was being far more sluggish and deliberate with his 'meal' than Lenz expected. Was meal even the proper term? Blume had referred to it as 'eating', after all. He thought about how, as a servant, he always saw food as merely a necessity – and without proper meal breaks, there never was time to sit down and enjoy his 'fine' serf cuisine. He'd simply chow down little bits whenever he had the chance, often when on the verge of fainting from lack of energy. Although this situation felt urgent, Blume certainly was being measured with his 'eating'.
+
+The lion slotted more of the dog's long face between his jaws, parting them more until the entire snout was inside of his. Blume could see his own two largest fangs locked around Lenz's forehead, touching the furred skin. He was doing all of this for the poor dog...is what he would've liked to think. But ever since the two had run away, he'd been curious to see if the labrador would indulge him willingly like this.
+
+It wasn't something he could've simply brought up before. But he'd had a plan. Maybe if he showed him this place, he'd thought, he'd be enchanted and would warm up to him. And maybe even let him do this. He did feel a bit guilty, given Lenz giving this whole ordeal the cold shoulder, and how he wasn't given a choice. He'd be safe, and hopefully, comfortable inside of him, but Blume feared that it just wasn't the same when it was a matter of life-or-death. But his voracious instincts assuaged any guilt from his deception. His tongue finally lapped at the dog's chin up from his neck, noticing the skin shrink at the barbed muscle's touch. The prey's instinctual reluctance also stirred something deep within Blume, a craving for more. For all of Lenz. And he always loved that feeling.
+
+The dog let out a surprised whine when the large paw drove the back of his head even further into the enveloping maw, and he couldn't help but open his eyes. Just as Blume had predicted he would. Pink flesh plastered his whole vision, with a slick clear liquid tethering his palate to the quivering tongue. The dim light of the castle's study reflected on the saliva. Lenz's black nose broke through the fragile strand, and he whimpered again as the drool splattered over his snout. A deep rumble pulled his attention away, and he stared down into the lion's esophagus.
+
+His cold nose brushed Blume's uvula aside, unobstructing the pharynx, and stealing a peek at the pulsing tunnel that consumed any remaining light of the stormy afternoon. Where food was destined to go... Was this really as safe as Blume claimed? Could a lion's belly really keep him safe for hours? But that's exactly where he was headed. And out of his own volition, too! It felt wrong. Not that he was being eaten alive – but that he was doing it without putting up a fight.
+
+"Blume...?" He asked out loud, snout pushing against the slimy back of the throat.
+
+The answer reverberated all around him, in the lion's deep timbre. "Hmrf?"
+
+"...Never mind."
+
+The swallows resumed after his resignation. Lenz wasn't sure if he could fully trust the lion, but what other choice did he have...? On the other hand, Blume still trusted in the lowly ex-servant for some reason. And part of Lenz didn't feel worthy of receiving that faith. He could still hurt him on accident, after all. Wouldn't it make more sense to have bound him first? Then he wouldn't even have needed to go through the trouble of convincing him about this. Everything smelled fishy, figuratively...
+
+But he admitted that Blume had been right about one thing. This whole experience wasn't as scary as fire.
+
+Another gulp tugged him deeper, and made him whine again. All of his face was smooshed tighter by more flesh. His ears had entered Blume's maw, getting dampened by saliva. And the lion let out another pleasured rumble that came from every direction.
+
+Blume himself tried to remain composed, but a part of himself was beyond ecstatic to finally do this, and he couldn't help it but let out the occasional utterance. He'd longed to feel his flesh being tickled by fur, feel another person's warmth against his insides...but the dog felt too chilly. The poor guy probably was colder than Blume had imagined... His tongue could already brush his collarbone, and once he fit the rest of the head and neck into his gullet, he would start working those shoulders in. Hopefully, the warmth already getting to the dog's face would alleviate some of the cold.
+
+The ex-servant grunted and whimpered more frequently into the ravenous esophagus. His own head blocked any light, and it was pitch black inside the funnel, but the humid blasts of slightly meaty air blowing past his face bothered him more than anything else. Getting gusts of cat breath wasn't on his list for the day, but every day with Blume had been an adventure so far. Running away, misplacing his coin pouch, sleeping in a barn, arguing with foreigners at a tavern. All absurd tales on their own... But sneaking into a castle, only to get devoured alive by the lion, certainly was on a whole other level.
+
+The next gulp lodged Lenz's head so far down the throat that Blume's airways were blocked. The lion had expected this, and could still hold his breath for the next few minutes necessary to finish this. Still, it prompted him to pick up his pace, now that the dog had enough time to acclimate to his maw and throat. Blume squished the pale canine arms against his sides and slipped his maw further along the head, locking the dog's neck in him. Lenz's snout felt wonderful being pressed down in his throat. Despite the limited time they'd have, Blume paused just for a moment to see if the labrador would ask to be let out again – it was his last chance before he'd fully commit to scarfing him down.
+
+Surely enough, the dog started to writhe about. But to the lion's surprise, instead of freeing himself, he was bringing his paws towards the gaping maw...! Maybe Lenz needed to escape the cold so bad that he couldn't wait. Or maybe the labrador had his own separate reasons as well. The lion felt ambivalent, even as he dragged his tongue more down the neck to his chest, but continued to nibble his seemingly eager prey ever so gently. Was he really willing, or had Blume forced his hand? The lion felt guilty about secretly enjoying it, but he simply couldn't stop himself from being delighted about it. A part of him knew he yearned for this, and knew it was the right choice – and that part moved his jaws further along the labrador's body.
+
+Lenz wasn't surprised that the lion happily hummed at the canine meal... But by all accounts, the dog shouldn't have been enjoying this! And yet, he helped himself more into the ravenous jaws. Guided by an unshakable, enticing feeling of being coveted. The lion's body wanted this. Blume -wanted- him. And Lenz never felt like he'd been seen or acknowledged before like this...even as he became a surrogate lunch. In his old life, the labrador may have passed off as a part of His Lordship's estate. But now, he was the cause for the accelerating heartbeat behind a fleshy wall. In this melancholic room of this empty castle, he knew that Blume craved nothing else but him.
+
+The sitting lion moved his face down around the dog, delicately guiding more of the scarred skin in. Other than idle whines coming from deep down in his chest, the careful touch of his tongue and cheeks to scorched wounds didn't cause Lenz to wince in pain. His body easily expanded to accept more of his disrobed friend, unfaltering even while Lenz's snout pushed through the sphincter to his stomach. The bulge in Blume's neck transferred to the one on his unbuttoned belly, pushing outward from his toned abs as he contorted his torso to consume his companion.
+
+The pale-furred labrador stopped his whines as he entered the organ. The less he cried, the less he had to deal with the unpleasant stuffy smell. But the walls weren't sweltering or tingly, like a stomach should be. It was clean, too, with only the ambiguous stench betraying the lion's last meal. As his furry head pushed against the bottom folds, he stayed still to let Blume pad out the sensitive stomach at his pace. Surprisingly, the smell of digested beef got more bearable, but the groans coming from the expanding walls did little to put Lenz at ease. Unlike the moans coming further up from where he came.
+
+Blume swallowed his companion at a more hurried pace, feeling his lungs slightly ache for fresh air. He knew that his next breath would come soon enough, but not just yet... The labrador still had an accidental boner sitting right outside of those lips, but that was hardly a problem for Blume. With dexterity, he simply extended his tongue past those bits as he gulped, curving it past his balls to simply bring the whole crotch into his maw in one fell swoop. Touching and tasting Lenz was unavoidable, but Blume wanted to make sure that the uncomfortable dog wouldn't feel undignified or sexualized if he wasn't in the mood. Still, the hint of flavor that he inevitably got wasn't too different from what he'd expected.
+
+He grabbed Lenz's crossed legs and brought them up to his face, now that the whole upper half had passed his lips. His feline teeth only did the minimum amount of nibbling to work the squishy labrador butt and thighs into his maw, but the cold shivers running across the skin only rushed his swallows. If his mouth wasn't full, Blume would have told Lenz that he was doing great, but the quietly settling canine was probably aware of it. Cupping a knee with his tongue, he continued to carefully chow down on the two calves lined side-by-side outside of his mandibles, letting his inadvertent moans do the talking for him.
+
+Lenz hadn't doubted the lion's words, but it was still hard to believe that he was almost fully inside of Blume right now. The dog balled up in what little space he had, realizing that the constant pressure from the taut flesh actually helped his muscles relax rather than tense up. His head was facing up after twisting against the bottom of the organ. The U-turn made more room for the rest of his body to join through the sphincter, along the back wall.
+
+He could've treated the place like a hammock, if it wasn't so noisy and too tight to move his arms around freely. The large bulge he must've made in Blume's midriff should've been quite a sight to behold. A part of him still regretted going along with this, but as he felt his toes brush against the feline's palate, Lenz had made his peace with whatever Blume really intended for him.
+
+The lion finally locked his sore jaws as his mouth shut, and with the last couple of swallows to clear his gullet, he gasped for air. The dog's smell and taste still pervaded his maw, slowly dissipating with his following inhales and exhales. His body diligently adjusted to take in the last of his overfilling meal, packing Lenz into a fetal position, with his head almost by Blume's chest. Finally, his new friend had been tucked away inside of him. It took a lot not to think of Lenz as food too...though after being hungry for most of the day, feeling extremely satiated certainly didn't help.
+
+"...Is this it?" The dog's muffled voice came from inside before Blume could speak out. Lenz was taken aback at how strange his own voice sounded back to him in such a cramped place.
+
+"Yeah... Are you alright in there? Not too uncomfortable, I hope?"
+
+"...It's okay."
+
+Blume smiled, knowing that he wouldn't get a better compliment out of the short-spoken labrador. He affectionately stroked the large lumps on his distended tan fur, knowing that Lenz wouldn't have to worry or be scared of anything in there. Not the cold, not His Lordship, and definitely not any fire. At least, he hoped as much. He could sense that the dog's fur was starting to soak up a little bit of warmth, and Blume would run out of heat to share, so he carefully stood up with his added weight and made his way towards the study's hearth.
+
+Inside of his stomach, Lenz had stayed still as he listened to Blume's soothing beats and breaths, and kept his eyes closed even as he felt the sway of the chamber when the lion stood up and took each of his steps. Lenz's hands were squeezed to the sides of his shoulders – making space for his knees against his chest –, and his short canine claws felt the thin layer of mucus lining the muscly walls. His body didn't feel warm, but it was much more soothing in here than lying down in the cold room under a stately mantle.
+
+His sensitive ears heard a sharp noise outside, one that the suddenly aware labrador immediately recognized as flint against steel. The lion was igniting a fire. He opened his eyes, but only met the darkness of Blume's stomach; he tried to squirm, but he felt that the walls embraced him too tightly to barely even shift around. Lenz wouldn't run from the fire...but it wouldn't reach him in here, either.
+
+Instead of panicking, he felt strangely comforted, in a place where he shouldn't feel comfort by any means. And he didn't flinch when he heard the first cackling of embers on dry wood. The sounds were clear, but uncanny, under the insulating layers of flesh. Distant. Nonthreatening. Tender. As if his fear itself had been left outside...
+
+The lion didn't speak with Lenz as he lit the fireplace, as to not alarm him. He remained quiet as he grabbed the bellow by the marble fireplace and blew more air into the nascent flames. The window also crackled with the storm hitting the glass. Blume watched the fire spread, its heat beginning to reach his bulged-out stomach before the rest of his skin. Gorging himself on the labrador, almost as big as him, felt good – but not as pleasing as finally being able to shake off his cold. And soon, Lenz would also feel the soothing effects of the subdued heat. He assumed that the labrador hadn't noticed that the fire was going; otherwise, he would have no doubt caused a big ruckus inside. Blume felt a bit of squirming every now and then, but that was the norm for anyone who enjoyed a night in his belly's tight embrace.
+
+Sitting next to the labrador's discarded cloak by the hearth, Blume lowered his sore jaws and gave his tan fur a few licks, placing them right at the back of the bulge of Lenz's head. His taste could still be felt on his barbed tongue. Despite his guilt, he was glad that the dog had ended up in his gut. He would never hurt him, but he didn't feel like saying it out loud again. The lion's large paw ran over his firm yet misshapen belly a few times.
+
+Hopefully, Lenz enjoyed this as much as Blume expected he would. They could both hide away in this castle for at least a few more days. There was much that Blume wanted to show him. And he knew what he wanted to tell him, but this wasn't the best moment to speak frankly. Not yet. For now, he didn't want to let him out, or leave the toasty fireplace.
+
+As he warmed up, the flame flickered in his eyes, realizing just how closer he was to his new companion, in spite of everything. Or because of everything that had happened. The threads of fate had brought them together, and his old life was forever gone. But his newfound resolve burned bright.

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+title: Overzealous Zenko
+pubDate: 2023-08-08
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 4900
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal size difference chest maw vore, with willing male kitsune-human centaur pred, unwilling female human prey, and implied perma endo.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_r_1_overzealous_zenko.png
+description: |
+  Under the pressure of following in his father's footsteps, Kuronosuke finds an unfortunate soul and offers his hospitality, whether she wants it or not.
+
+  This story was a request for a raffle winner, as part of an anniversary raffle I held!
+tags: ['chest maw vore', 'taur predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'trans male predator', 'female prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'size difference', 'perma endo', 'request']
+requester: {"Dee Lumeni": "https://aryion.com/g4/user/KeeperofLillies"}
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  Kuronosuke: {"Dee Lumeni": "https://aryion.com/g4/user/KeeperofLillies"}
+---
+
+"Come on, open up." Kuronosuke banged on the apartment's door again a few times. "I know you're in there. You don't wanna get on my bad side."
+
+He was right about that last part – he was yakuza, after all. Well, he had to be, the person inside assumed. When you racked up as much debt as she did, the yakuza were the ones who came after you; everybody in town knew that. Given her circumstances, she had no choice but to take the deal, hoping that she could somehow pay off the skyrocketing interest. But in truth, it'd been as good as a death sentence from the start.
+
+Not wanting to get indebted over a kicked-down door as well, she walked over to meet the man with a commanding, yet oddly warm voice. She unlocked it, but instead of meeting with his face, she almost bumped into a large, dark-skinned dome of a belly. He was massive, and exposed his skin by not wearing a shirt. As she looked down, she realized that he wasn't wearing any pants, either. Instead, he had big chubby paws, covered in slate gray and white fur, as well as golden branch patterns that extended across the beastly bits. Instead of a butt, there was more of that furry, voluptuous body, continuing up to a second set of paws, and what looked like a sea of tails protruding from his enormous thighs.
+
+"A-Are you a yokai...?!" was all that she managed to stutter.
+
+His human-like face scoffed at the notion. "You can call me Kuronosuke. I'm here on business." The centaur man explained, watching the scared woman with his intense pink eyes. He flicked his long dark hair away from his face, raising his pointy fox-like ears. "...Won't you invite me inside?"
+
+She simply nodded and moved out of the way, standing in the unit bathroom's door. He didn't have any shoes to remove, so he simply walked in as the woman watched. It was impressive how large Kuronosuke was in every conceivable way, but even more so that he could enter her small condo without getting stuck. She watched the extra-large taur figure under the black man's torso, though his bits looked more vulpine than equine or bovine. That was especially true for his nine fluffy tails, brushing against the walls and her face on their way, miraculously never knocking over anything on the small hallway or her system kitchen.
+
+Kuro looked around, unimpressed by the debtor's apartment. Too simple. Too small. Too Western for his tastes. She was clearly Japanese, so perhaps the woman lacked for choice of furnishings. It was clear that she didn't have money – one look to her face told him as much. That's why he came here, after all. The most impressive parts of the living room were the walls, plastered with achievements. Multiple diplomas, smiling photos, trophies on shelves. A good kid who'd found misfortune in the real world, he thought with a heavy heart. It made his job harder.
+
+"Kuronosuke-san... Y-You're not really yakuza, are you...?" She asked meekly after closing her front door.
+
+He smirked as he moved further inside, clearing the hallway. He moved his hindpaws away, sitting on them in the corner, that she could join him in the living room. "Why do you think I'm not?"
+
+"Y-You don't have tattoos all over your body!" She said, staring at the Afro-Japanese's human upper body.
+
+The demi-kitsunetaur chuckled. He thought that 'looking like a mythical creature' would be higher up on her list. But he decided to play up the unexpected charade.
+
+"...So you're worried about the yakuza?"
+
+She sat down on her armchair, looking at the weird pearly-white and golden accessories that the man had on the bottom of his ample chest. "Y-Yeah... I took money from a loan agency, which turned out to belong to the Kumagai Family. But I had to! My niece needed it, a-and the doctors wouldn't bump up her surgery unless they got paid on the side, and... I-I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be saying all of this to a stranger–"
+
+He shook his head. To think that even doctors, the honorable workers who save lives, weren't beneath extortion nowadays... "Don't worry about it. It's bad luck to lie to Zenko, anyway..."
+
+Her eyes gaped. "A-Are you really a heavenly kitsune?!"
+
+"Only from my father's side." Kuronosuke replied, giving a firm slap to his taur belly, causing his sagging stomach to wobble and bounce just an inch off the ground. "My mom is human."
+
+"Oh, thank the Kami!" The woman shouted, jumping out of her chair and kneeling in front of the amused hybrid. "They've sent a fox spirit to help me. Please, Kuronosuke-sama! Save me from these awful yakuza!"
+
+His smile turned serious as he nonchalantly watched the long golden nails on his hand. "...Why? You took a debt, and you're expected to pay it back. It's the honorable thing to do, in the eyes of the Kami. You should've known that the yakuza don't give away money for nothing in return."
+
+"B-But I can't pay it back! I'm already late on this month's payment.... A-And if you don't pay the yakuza, they–...t-they come to k-k–!"
+
+"Shh, shh, come here." Kuronosuke got up himself and advanced on her, knocking over a coffee table on his way to hug her. The woman was surprised by the stranger's affection, being lifted and held to his overweight gut and vulpine fur. But it felt oddly comforting. "You're a good kid, and you did good for your niece. Tell you what, I've made up my mind. I'm not letting anyone kill you, okay? And I know just how to keep you safe."
+
+She was too surprised by this whole turn of events, simply nodding and brushing her face against his rumbling gut. She managed to get a better look under his sagging breasts, noticing what seemed to be surgery scars. And those accessories adorning his otherwise naked torso, white hard stones and a golden forked cushion, also caught her eye. But she had a feeling that they weren't there for aesthetic reasons.
+
+That instinct turned out to be true, as his belly seemed to droop even more and become disjointed from the rest of his body. However, it wasn't melting away from Kuronosuke's body, but parting along the lower line of his bust, unveiling a golden hollow in the biracial man's chest. Two rows of fangs delineated it, surrounded by the largest pairs on the sides. Their tips had been exposed all along, as did the end of a long forked tongue extending from the middle. A terrifyingly large maw, plastered under his ribs, with the same width of his chest. It had everything she'd expect: tonsils, palate, and throat... Flesh quivered in what could only be hunger.
+
+She tried to free herself from him, but the man's thick arms hugged her body to his stomach, while her head pointed towards the opening. The flat golden muscle wrapped itself under her arms, pulling her closer. The woman fought with all of her strength, kicking his soft belly, but her head was soon pulled into his chest maw. The pointy teeth above her neck never came crashing down to chew on her. More than her taste, he seemed to savor her struggle.
+
+"L-Let me go, Oni!"
+
+The demi-foxtaur chuckled. "I'm an Oni now...? But I'm doing you a favor." He flahsed her an amused smile as he spoke. "This is the only way to keep you safe; the only place where no other yakuza will ever come looking for you..."
+
+She turned her head to look at his face. "W-W-Who are you?!"
+
+"Kumagai Kuronosuke. Lieutenant and heir to the Kumagai Clan. But for you...I'm your new home."
+
+With one last exchange of glances – one terrified and the other resolute –, she was quickly funneled towards the back, squeezed into the pliant entrance that was as soft as it was ravenous. Much bigger than his regular human-like mouth, but also a much shorter trip down, as her face was shoved into a sack right beneath that mound of a belly. Her trapped screams reverberated right back at her, enclosed completely in golden-hued flesh. She was being devoured alive, and no amount of struggling could save her.
+
+"Mmmm, what an adorable little guest~" Kuronosuke said, rubbing the barely noticeable bulge in his dome, watching the flailing legs sticking out rom his chest maw. "I promise that no-one will hurt you, not even my body. And I know you'll enjoy it, in time."
+
+Midst the excessive slurping that his other maw made around his ensnared prey, he took a glance at her apartment one last time, making a mental note of her name from her law diploma, before turning around and casually making his way down the corridor. Despite his substantial heft, his fox-like paws barely made any sound on the wooden flooring, while his large fluffy stomach sagged between them.
+
+But his focus, of course, was on the belly from his human bits – feeling the woman squirm in the fleshy crop, as her feet disappeared between his fangs and his chest closed back as if nothing had happened. His fangs and tongue were inconspicuously concealed in plain sight, appearing like simple adornments, and his tummy didn't look that much bigger or active , despite the desperate prey within. He tuned out from her cries and pleas, knowing that no-one else would be able to hear her. She was safe with him.
+
+His long and fluffy gray-and-white tails brushed once more against the furniture on his way out, leaving behind not a hair of himself or the woman, as she all but disappeared to the world. To her friends and family, she would have fled; to his superiors and underlings in the Family, her body would've been disposed of, to set an example. But Kuronosuke would know the truth. The woman was his to care and to protect, and she wouldn't want for anything that he could provide. In truth, he'd always been curious about having a belly pet – or rather, a companion. She'd learn to appreciate his affection...given enough time, perhaps.
+
+He shut the door of her apartment and moved his long hair out of his face, getting ready to go about his day as if nothing had ever happened. As if everything wasn't about to change for her...for them.
+
+"Get settled in there, Akani-chan." The kitsunetaur hybrid spoke quietly before walking away, knowing that his words would definitely reach her. "I'll take care of you from now on~"
+
+\*\*\*
+
+It had been four months, more or less. Time went by pretty fast, he could've sworn that his new roommate had moved in just yesterday. So much had happened, and yet, so little had changed.
+
+The leader of the family, Kumagai Kabuto – or, as Kuronosuke called him, 'dad' – praised him for not being afraid of getting his hands dirty. He could still remember the pride in the kitsunetaur patriarch's eyes. Perhaps, he'd finally realized that Kuro was a worthy heir of his legacy. A far cry from the old fox's initial hopelessness, when he thought that his son was born in the wrong gender to lead. But he'd learned, after many years, that Kuronosuke was not only a boy, but a man. And learned that his half-human son would kill to protect his family, all without a mark on his consciousness.
+
+But his dad didn't know the truth.
+
+Kuronosuke perused the items in the convenience store, passing through the tight aisles with his extremely plump body. Despite his enormous taur belly and thighs, he moved gracefully and avoided knocking over any items from the shelves. Others moved out of the way so they wouldn't bump him or his tails, or to admire his rather unusual presence. Being a demitaur living among humans, it was all par for the course. As such, the hybrid was used to walking around Saitama when the streets were less packed, and everyone in the city was busy with their daily office jobs. He enjoyed the attention, but not so much when strangers decided to touch him, for good luck or more nefarious reasons.
+
+The staff of this store was used to him coming and going, while other customers were quite awestruck by his naked, plump, large appearance. Kuro knew that he was intimidating to unaccustomed eyes – and that was before they even knew that he was yakuza! He wasn't ashamed of his occupation, but he knew that most civilians wouldn't understand how the yakuza were the real peacekeepers. Right now, he examined the tiny objects on the shelves, as he decided what he'd put into his shopping basket, quietly talking to himself.
+
+Any observers might've thought that this was him simply being very meticulous to remember. But they didn't know the truth, either.
+
+"Alright, what was it again...?" He seemingly muttered under his breath. "I've got soy sauce, shampoo, inari-zushi. What else was it? It's not toilet paper..." He gave his exposed belly a slight shake. "...Do you remember?"
+
+There was silence. Then, a voice magically manifested from the depths of his belly, directly into his head. "...Sayama."
+
+"Ah, that's right! How could I forget it?" His four chunky paws strutted him towards the green tea section, and he collected a box of leaves. "Thank you, Akani-chan!"
+
+He replied quietly enough that nobody would catch her name, but loud enough that the girl stuck in his forestomach would understand his words. They could communicate through his magic, the same that allowed him to keep her safe inside indefinitely. Kuronosuke, the only one able to hear her words and feel her squirms coming deep from his belly, could tune out of her sounds whenever she got unruly; but she could always listen to him.
+
+Lately, she'd been more quiet, so there wasn't any need to filter out her voice these last few days – but she also didn't respond much to him whenever he checked up on her. He knew that Akani-chan was fine, from all the kicking that she was doing to try and call anyone's attention...perhaps she simply wasn't in the mood to talk.
+
+He brought all of his items to the cashier, paying for them before leaving with a plastic bag. He walked the streets without fear of displaying his wonderfully plump, half-vulpine bod. More curious eyes turned to him, of course – and Kuro delighted on the thought that none of them knew that he wasn't alone. The girl he was transporting was just there, a few layers of skin and flesh away from the outside world...and no-one would ever figure out her whereabouts.
+
+The half-black, half-Japanese hybrid took the long route home, making sure to stop by the usual Inari shrine. As was the Zenko custom, he left a prayer to the goddess of kitsune, and an offering of inari-zushi, before turning back. It was an average spring weekday, and the cherry trees were no longer in blossom. The sunlight shaved off some of the cold from the mountain winds, as did his fur coat, though his exposed upper body was accustomed to the temperature by now. And it was worth it to take in the sights, all alone at his pace, instead of taking a fast but packed train... Well, aside from the fact that he wasn't traveling alone.
+
+Kuronosuke arrived to the most traditional part of town. One of these large and beautiful traditional mansions was his birthplace, but he had a more modest home all for himself, not far from his father's. He greeted his neighbor's housekeeper as he unlocked the gate of his house and entered, locking it back before walking to the sliding front door. Compared to Western doors, the traditional shoji made of wood and paper were much easier to walk through, given his room-filling physique.
+
+Knowing that his own housekeeper had left for the day, he had the whole place for himself. Though he hadn't planned anything exciting for this afternoon. Rather, he had a boring task to occupy himself with: doing his taxes. The demi-kitsunetaur was a honorable yakuza, not a disgraceful and immoral criminal, after all. As such, he still abode by the law...mostly. He'd still get his hands dirty – all to keep order around this city –, and he did have to downplay his occupation as a regular office job in his tax forms, but a bit of dishonesty was a crucial part of the job. It was necessary, in order to protect what he held dearest.
+
+Though he had no thoughts to spare for his lofty ideals that would, one day, elevate him to leader of the Kumagai Family. His faculties would be spent working out a multitude of numbers, making sure that everything matched the official books of his office's illicit business. He could've had an underling do it all for him, but he wanted to be diligent and set an example for his gang. Plus, he had good company to get him through it, like every day for these last months.
+
+"Alright, Akani-chan," Kuronosuke announced, unafraid of being overheard. "We're home now. Do you need anything while I make some tea–?"
+
+She interrupted him. "Let me out, please, Kuronosuke-san! I promise that I won't run out from your house or anything!"
+
+He sighed, looking down at his belly and rubbing around the squirming prey within. It was going to be one of those days, huh...
+
+"We've been through this, Akani-chan... Look, even if I believed you – which I don't –, what good would that do...? If I do this for you, then you'll ask me again, and again. Until you figure out a way to escape the next time I'd let you out. Buuut if you stay in there, I can still keep you perfectly safe. If you run away, someone else can find you, and they won't be as docile as me."
+
+"I-I promise that I won't run away...! I simply want to see what the world looks like outside of your belly for just a second! It's so...stuffy in here! Please!"
+
+"Alright, it's timeout with you, now." He said, deciding to tune out her voice as she continued to plea and toss. Akani knew that her words wouldn't reach him during one of his 'timeouts', but she was desperately struggling inside regardless. Kuro pushed his hands against his skin, feeling her kicks deep within his chubby belly. Then he released his palms, and his belly bounced and sagged once more. 'Stuffy', she claimed...what? There wasn't a more comfortable place in the world that he knew of!
+
+As his prey continued to pointlessly fight for her life, Kuronosuke calmly set up a kettle and tea cup, letting the water warm up without reaching the boiling point, while he put away his other groceries. He considered preparing his usual chanko stew, but it was too early for dinner. As he waited on the kettle, he walked on the tatami towards his kotatsu, clearing some space between the documents that were piled atop the table. The rooms in his traditional house were much more spacious, letting the kitsunetaur walk around on his paws without fear of stumbling against anything or anyone. Akani's golden-walled accommodations were much more confined than his, but the comfort that they provided were unparalleled, despite her protestations.
+
+The hybrid trudged back to his kettle, pouring the liquid onto his Sayama tea leaves, and savoring the aroma emerging from the vapor. The local variety of green tea was his favorite. It was a shame that he couldn't share a cup, steeped to perfection, with Akani, as much as he wanted. Either he'd have to let her out, or simply toss it inside over her skin. He held her dear, yet he wouldn't say that he had fallen for the human girl, like a master wouldn't fall for their pet. At the end of the day, that was what she was: his personal belly pet, and nothing else. He still showed her love and utmost care, keeping her nurtured and entertained, and giving her the privilege of being as close to him as anyone could be, all of the time. But at the same time, she was entirely his, and his alone; and her fate was entirely at his mercy. As the dominant, he knew the role that he wanted to play – no, that he HAD to play. But the struggling Akani would still need more time to learn hers.
+
+After a few minutes of rumination, he removed the soggy leaves from his cup and moved back to the kotatsu, tucking his vulpine forepaws underneath the thick and warm blanket. He took a sip before placing down the fine china, savoring the sweet drink with a few swishes before swallowing. Unlike his chest maw – which led directly to his dark-skinned tummy –, Kuro's human mouth led the beverage down a much longer path, through his throat and over to his taur bits until it reached his large stomach, which was currently splayed on the ground as he sat on it. He'd gained a bit of weight these last few months, thanks to his high-protein chanko diet, making both of his bellies bigger and rounder – enough that Akani's room would be noticeably more spacious and soft, but not so much that others would notice any difference aside from his weight.
+
+He continued to slowly sip on his tea, admiring just how fiercely his guest continued to struggle in his forebelly. It had been a while since she'd squirmed nonstop like this, trying to squeeze herself out from the fleshy crop. Kuro paid no mind to her tuned-out cursing, simply setting his empty cup to the side as he worried about his more important yet tiresome chore ahead of him. He looked at the multiple piles of tax-related documents, trying to remember where he'd left off.
+
+Then he looked at his empty cup. Maybe he should make some more tea, first...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+After enough tea-based procrastination and soul-crushing number-crunching, his pink eyes did their best to not glaze over the papers as he triple-checked everything. It all seemed in order, but you could never tell with stuff like taxes, he thought... Perhaps he was being -too- careful for his own sake. Anyway, everything checked out. Now all that was left was to file it properly and pay his remaining taxes, but that was a problem for tomorrow.
+
+He stretched his arms up, touching the high ceiling with his golden nails. Akani's struggling definitely helped him keep his concentration, stimulating his sensitive belly in a pleasurable Manner. Kuronosuke felt as her energy faded through the grueling hours, letting her fight and scream at the walls for no-one to hear, until her kicks were reduced to idle squirms. He took his paws from under the kotatsu and stretched his numb feral limbs, also flicking his pointy ears and nine tails for good measure. It was about dinner time, if his groaning taurgut was any indication. He gave his filled front stomach a few pats, deciding to tune into what his belly pet was muttering.
+
+Before he could raise his voice, he heard the woman's crying. Her voice was hoarse after her long breakdown – but she still had the energy to keep going after all this time, somehow. The demi-kitsunetaur could tell that Akani was extremely distraught.
+
+"What's wrong, Akani-chan...?" He asked, lovingly rubbing his thumb over his belly, to which she replied with another weak kick.
+
+"I-I'm stuck in here...! Forever!" She shouted as loudly as her throat would allow, and sniffled. "A-And I'm going to die in here! I-I just want to go home... You need to let me out, please! I can't stand it anymore!"
+
+Kuronosuke was shaken. He'd normally write off her sporadic outbursts as his belly pet acting up for attention, but now she was going through a full-on hysteria episode. "Y-You're not gonna die, Akani-chan... I'm not gonna let–"
+
+She snapped. "What more do you want from me? You took my money, my freedom, my whole life..."
+
+"I just want to keep you safe... You know that you're supposed to be inside of me at all times." After all, if he did let her go, she'd no longer be safe, and the yakuza would think that he's a lousy collector. "All I want is you, Akani-chan. I like taking care of you. Don't you like it when I take care of you...? I love you, Akani-chan..."
+
+"Liar! You just keep me around because you didn't have the guts to get rid of me! As soon as I say something you don't like, you stop listening to me. You really think that this is 'love'...?!"
+
+"H-How can you say that...?! I listen to you and I care–"
+
+"Shut up!" She whimpered, before she devolved into crying again, curled up in a ball in his belly.
+
+He was stumped. She could hear his voice every day, all day. She should know how Kuronosuke treated others – underlings, debtors, superiors, friends. And in turn, she should know how differently Akani-chan was treated from all of them. Their bond was special, one-of-a-kind. She was irreplaceable, and he didn't want to let her go. Why couldn't she see that? Was there something that he could do, to show her how much he cared...?
+
+The demi-kitsunetaur sat back down on his tatami, knowing that, first of all, he'd have to deal with her panic attack by keeping his own anxiety low. Then, he shushed repeatedly to reassure her, as he stroked his dark-skinned dome gently, before singing a soft tune from his childhood to her:
+
+"I can't sleep at night / I can't eat a bite / 'cause the man I love / he don't treat me right.
+
+"He makes me feel so blue / I don't know what to do / sometimes I sit and sigh / and then begin to cry / 'cause my best friend / said his last goodbye..."
+
+Her crying got quieter as Kuro hummed the rest of the melody. She uncurled a bit and pushed against the wall.
+
+"...Was that song in English?"
+
+"Yeah, my mom sang it to me..." He answered her, standing back up as he continued to rub his taut skin. "Do you want me to grab your disk player, Akani-chan? What about a box of Shlocky?"
+
+She didn't answer, simply nodding her head, and he could tell her gesture apart from the hair brushing against the golden-hued flesh. He walked back to his kitchen area, finding a packet of biscuit sticks with chocolate coating, with 'Shlocky' written on the front in English letters. His chest maw parted, and he placed the box gently onto the large tongue that emerged, which curled back to swallow the snack down into his forebelly for Akani. Kuro then looked around in the other rooms, searching for the disk player which he'd bought for her as a gift after she'd 'moved in'. He found it in his bedroom, swapping the disc for another with soft Japanese ballads, before sending it down the chute as well.
+
+He could hear the soft snapping and crunching of the chocolaty sticks, and her shuffling to get the disc player's headphones on her ears – but most importantly, her crying seemed to have mostly stopped, leaving only a few sniffles. Instead of more kicks and punches, he felt her palm push against the stomach wall.
+
+"Kuro-san... Can't you open an exception for me? A very, very tiny exception... I promise to behave if you let me out for just an hour a week. O-Or even less...! I know you, and that you want to protect me so badly. T-That you don't want me to run away and get hurt. ...But I promise that I won't. I just want to stretch my legs and breathe fresh air and see the trees and the sunshine. And I'll come back to you straight away, I swear on my life...!"
+
+"Hmmm..." He continued to rub his belly, feeling the nice weight that Akani provided. "I'll...consider it. If that's what you want."
+
+"R-Really?!"
+
+"Yes." Kuronosuke replied gently, even though it wasn't true at all. But the hard truth wasn't what Akani-chan needed to hear right now, given her shocked state. A little white lie wouldn't hurt... He could feel her calming down from her breakdown – a breakdown that he was the cause of, as he was well aware. Akani was so smart, but she couldn't understand that he had no other choice. He wouldn't– he COULDN'T risk losing her, not even for a single second. Both of their lives were at stake on this matter, and the risks were too high.
+
+Now, it was time for dinner. He walked back to the kitchen, getting ready to prepare his stew before they both went to bed. Maybe she needed more time to come to terms with it, he thought... For her sake, Kuro was willing to wait however long she needed to face her reality. And even tell more white lies, if necessary. A bit of dishonesty, he'd come to realize, was a crucial part of this job.

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+---
+title: Part of the Show
+pubDate: 2023-06-13
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 2000
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal same size public oral vore, with willing male anthro mimic/maned wolf hybrid pred, semi-willing 2nd person PoV anthro prey. Also includes pole-dancing and mentions of alcohol.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_14_part_of_the_show.png
+description: |
+  You attend a show, unaware of how personal it can turn out...
+
+  This is a story based off of a YCH that I got from [Helkumurrr](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/helkumurrr) which [you should definitely check out](https://aryion.com/g4/view/902201). First piece with myself as pred, to complement my previous commission where I was prey – and also with a short (and hopefully fun) story to go along with it!
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  You attend a show, unaware of how personal it can turn out...
+
+  This is a story based off of a YCH that I got from Helkumurrr which you should definitely check out. First piece with myself as pred, to complement my previous commission where I was prey – and also with a short (and hopefully fun) story to go along with it!
+tags: ['Sam Brendan', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'ambiguous gender prey', 'willing predator', 'semi-willing prey', 'oral vore', 'same size', 'point of view', 'flash fiction']
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  'Sam Brendan': Bad Manners
+---
+
+You make up your mind, and finally decide to visit this nightclub you've been told about. It was a 'one-in-a-lifetime experience', according to your friend. And everyone else who went there seems to agree with that sentiment. But honestly, what can be so interesting about people dancing around a pole? It isn't even a strip club performance... No matter. You already cleared up your agenda for tonight, and your interest is mildly piqued. You might as well visit the place. Alone, of course – you don't need any nosy witnesses; and if it turns out to be as boring as expected, you can just leave, no strings attached.
+
+After paying an entrance fee, you pass by the loud music of the main dance floor and head down a set of stairs to the basement, where the more intimate entertainment is. The musical beats here are much calmer, but the first thing that catches your eye is how open the space feels, and how sparse the crowd is, unlike the floor above. This is to be expected of a VIP section, if your lighter wallet wasn't enough indication. Most patrons sat in the darkness, enjoying the dancers, men and women alike, under the spotlights. The raised stage winds around their seats, which gather around well-lit performers.
+
+You take a moment to look around, shopping for any dancers that tickle your fancy, while bewaring any acquaintances you might need to steer clear from. Eventually, your gaze is led to a loud gathering at the back, with a group of friends being quite chatty about this one dancer... It seems like he's a male vulpine or canine, bearing some kind of mask – the only performer down here wearing any piece of clothing. If he's really that amusing to watch, you might as well check it out.
+
+The smell of booze in his guffawing audience is unmistakable and distracting. The group is sitting in an arc, at a distance from the edge of the stage, leaving a single empty chair closer to the dancer. Strange...but you take the free seat anyway. You can immediately tell that these strangers make snickering comments about you, but not letting these annoying drunks ruin your entertainment, you focus your attention on the performer.
+
+The maned wolf is mostly lime green-furred, with white on his paws and belly, and some light teal underneath his chest, though when he spins on his pole, it all looks like a greenish blur. His long, fluffy tail swishes right behind his body, fanning air in your direction as it lags behind his limbs. He's not any bigger than you, but the elevated stage certainly helps with that illusion, adding to the cryptic air he has to himself.
+
+But the biggest factor to his mystery is his mask. It's quite an unique one, fashioned after a briefcase – maybe he's shy about showing his face, and uses this as his signature...? The plain metal surface does give off a cold appearance, contrasted to the warmth of his fast-paced performance. And it doesn't seem to have visible eye holes, leading you to wonder if he might be blind. He's never turned his face in your direction, after all... But you can't help but feel that he's been staring at you this whole time.
+
+"First time?" He calls out in a plain voice, bringing his body to the ground as he sticks out his tail's white tip towards you. You nod nervously, feeling his long fur brush your face and chin. He chuckles, then lifts himself back to the pole, continuing his dance without dropping a beat. For an eyeless dancer, he's certainly made you feel -very- seen.
+
+His lean and gymnastic body soars effortlessly into the air, defying your sense of gravity as one arm and both legs extend outwards. His digitigrade feet rush right above your head like fan blades, until his paws return to the ground. White triangles fill the fur on the back of his head and torso, pointing towards the top of his large ears. Every inch of his body is exposed except for his face, and each hair seems to move deliberately with his choreography. The air conditioning in the basement must be broken, as it starts to feel hot and stuffy...
+
+Then, he lifts himself off the ground, twisting into the air in a crescent moon shape perpendicular to you. The unwieldy matte mask manages to avoid bumping against the metallic pole, and you try to catch a glimpse of his face underneath. Your seat creaks from your shifting, and his fluffy ears twitch in kind, but you can't tell how the mask is attached to the maned wolf's head. The fur makes it hard to see, and you wonder if the crude imitation of a briefcase might actually be permanently glued to his face. However, you get the sense that there is no snout at all under the mask – it simply doesn't extend far enough to cover it. It could be that he doesn't have a face at all, and hides that fact from his audience. But...it was definitely his voice speaking with you earlier.
+
+He slowly glides from the pole to land on the ground, and turns to you once more. "Come closer," he asks, crystal clear. Somehow, your chest is against the stage already – when did you even stand up...? He twists to approach you, grabbing your wrists with no restraint, guiding them to where he feels they should be. Your left hand encircles his big ear, touching his head's fluff; your right one grabs at the corner of the briefcase, touching the surprisingly warm intersection of flat surfaces. It almost feels like actual aluminum, if not for the temperature matching his fur's. It feels like he's wearing a grin under the mask.
+
+Your left hand moves over his forehead, or lack thereof – it doesn't manage an inch before bumping against the back of the case. The whole thing occupies where his eyes should be. You feel around for the seam where his mask fits around his face, but the whole thing is shut too tightly around his head. There's no glue or straps keeping the briefcase attached... The texture simply switches from skin to metal.
+
+"It's not a mask, if that's what you're wondering," the maned wolf whispers to you. "It's much more than that. Now, don't flinch, and you'll enjoy this as much as I will."
+
+With those cryptic words, the briefcase on the dancer's head starts splitting with a crack in the middle. From the crooked rip, you first notice the teeth emerge. Dozens of long, pointy, pearly spires along the top and bottom, jutting out from the inside of the metal lips, spread out without rhyme or reason. Fangs befit a monster. As the surface twists and gapes even more, it also reveals his gigantic maw. The same color as his fur, and spanning the lower portion of the box.
+
+The gap continues to part, like a snake unhinging its jaw...until an actual serpent inside lurches towards you! His prehensile tongue, long and slimy, sticks around your neck, and you half-expect it to constrict and suffocate you...but it only gently pulls you closer to his emerging maw, instead. With how big the opening on his briefcase face is, he easily fits your whole head inside without ever brushing it against his slick flesh or crooked teeth. Your gaze is guided towards the wide throat at the back, his uvula flapping with his breaths before your face is forced into the slick entrance. Then, with a shove of his tongue and a 'gulp!', you're pushed into the esophagus.
+
+"Not struggling, huh...?" The maned wolf speaks normally, his voice unobstructed even by you bulging out his neck. "You're quite the eager one! Maybe you heard about the best seat in the house, and wanted to fill it yourself...?"
+
+Another swallow ingests more of you, sending your shoulders into his throat as well. Then another, as his arms and tongue work over your body, dragging a mass as big as himself into his gullet. Of course, you know about vore; but it isn't what you'd expected for tonight! Your occasional, idle struggles push against the interior of his maw and his sharp teeth, but the performer is extremely careful not to bruise you with them. Devouring you quickly yet gently, not unlike his performance so far. The soft music from the outside world are muted by loud swallows, hardly audible to your flesh-enclosed ears before they squeeze through your predator's cardiac sphincter.
+
+Ignorant of your size, the gastric sac simply distends around the intruder, letting your head slump at the bottom as your shoulders follow it inside shortly. The stomach already has to push out underneath the maned wolf's skin, no doubt revealing the bulge of your face. It's dark and damp in the organ, but much calmer and more malleable than you'd expect. Most of your body is still in his undulating gullet, with your legs sticking out from his monstrous lips. This performer with a mimicked briefcase for a face seems to be playing with you, giving slow, deliberate swallows. You have no doubt that he could entrap all of you in a moment's notice...but you realize why he commits to this deliberate display of power, once you notice his audience muffled and obnoxious cheering. You'd almost forgotten about the group of friends watching the maned wolf before you'd arrived. And you realize that this is what they've been waiting for all night: for someone like you to take the seat at the front, before forcefully joining him onstage like this...
+
+As you're forced to curl in the fleshy balloon, his large tongue wraps around your ankles to bring them into his maw, and a swallow seals them away as well. Once your legs spill into his stomach, you give a few idle kicks, adjusting your position and feeling the walls. Then, from the outside, what feels like your predator's paws start rubbing back, savoring the feeling of such a large filled belly. He smooshes the extraordinary bulges against the pole he'd been dancing on, and your chamber scrunches tightly around you from the pressure.
+
+"I hope that my eccentric stage Manners aren't too rough for your tastes," he whispers with a chuckle, pulling from the metal prop to let his belly bounce back, jostling your huddled form as the insides return to an egg-like shape. "...No? Then you might enjoy this next part. I know I certainly will~"
+
+Ready to continue with the show, the maned wolf grabbed onto the pole, spinning around as he maneuvers his large belly and metal face... Or so you assume. Even stuck inside of his dark stomach, you still have an idea of when he spins and climbs around the pole; when he leans away; when gravity shifts completely. Your whole weight, being shoved around and changing his center of mass, does little to disrupt his balanced dance. It's clearly not the first time he's performed this act with someone in his gut.
+
+Reduced to mere curves that stretch the maned wolf's figure, you relax and let the motions take you, pushing limbs and neck against the walls to keep your bearings for the duration of his pole dancing routine. Judging by the acclaims from the gathering of people outside, which are loud enough to be heard through layers of flesh, you imagine it to be quite a spectacle. Maybe, the next time that you come to this club, you'll be as amazed and enthralled by his solo act as them, watching him swallow and then make full use of an unwitting prey... But tonight, you're part of his show.

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+---
+title: Pet-Sit Saturday
+pubDate: 2022-07-30
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 11000
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: same size, non-fatal anal vore, with female anthro elephant pred, female anthro anteater unwilling prey, and female feral zorgoia pred/willing prey. Also includes object vore (anal), prey transfer, and masturbation.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_2_pet_sit_saturday.png
+description: |
+  It's Hepje's first time pet-sitting, and a huge zorgoia might be too much for the inexperienced anteater...
+tags: ['anal vore', 'anthro predator', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'feral prey', 'female predator', 'female prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'willing prey', 'same size', 'object vore', 'prey transfer', 'masturbation']
+---
+
+"You are now approaching your destination."
+
+The anthro anteater checked the GPS on her phone, and maneuvered the car to park by the sidewalk. Hepje had never been to these suburbia, even if it was just a few kilometers away from the city. She opened her messaging app to confirm the address number that Teetja had sent her earlier. It was such a nice, big house with an open yard... She was pretty jealous of her friend.
+
+Maybe jealousy wasn't the right word, she thought as she stepped out of her car. Teetja did have a nicer house, a nicer job, a fiancé, a bigger social circle, and apparently even a pet! W-Well, perhaps she didn't need to make a mental list of everything. But no matter their differences, Hepje was still content with her life, and as her lifelong friend, Teetja was someone whose company she enjoyed. Even if the last few months had been pretty hectic, and she had only called on Hepje lately to have her pet-sit during the weekend.
+
+She rang the doorbell and waited. She heard high-heeled shoes rushing to the door, and when it'd opened, the anteater was met with a familiar, friendly face at the same height as her.
+
+"Oh, Happy! There you are!" The anthro elephant welcomed in delight, holding earrings on her hand.
+
+"Hey Tay." The two hugged and touched cheeks – managing to avoid hitting each other with any snouts or trunks –, and Teetja blew out a kiss on the air. They moved their heads in opposite directions for another air kiss on the opposite cheek, and finally back again for a third one.
+
+The elephant moved back to take a look at Hepje. "I like what you've done with your fur!" She said, commenting on how the grayish-blue anteater had dyed the back side of her head purple, just behind the dark eye marking on the right. It matched the color of her purple band T-shirt, and the vibe of her jeans. "Well come on in, make yourself comfortable on the couch while I get dressed."
+
+The dark-grey elephant rushed upstairs, already wearing a beautiful dark-blue dress with yellow details and matching dark-blue heels, along with her make-up. Hepje walked over to the living room and sat down, taking the whole place in. Teetja even had a fireplace here! The anteater's little apartment was nothing compared to this. How many rooms did this house even have?!
+
+Hepje and Teetja – or Happy and Tay, as they normally were called by everyone – had known each other since they were little. They ended up in the same class one year, and the other kids made fun of the anteater and the elephant for their 'big noses', so naturally they spent most of their time alone. Maybe the two of them hanging out as a pair only made the bullying worse, but they got along together, so those times were still bearable for the girls. That, and their families were close, so they also hung out a lot outside of school. Years later, they both decided to apply for the same scholarship program outside of the country, which they received. Fast forward to today, and they both still lived here in this foreign city they'd moved to, albeit circumstances and opportunities have deviated somewhat between the two women.
+
+"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, Happy... I'm done now. Thanks for coming in such short notice." Teetja shouted from upstairs as she walked down to the ground level. She now sported a necklace and earrings.
+
+"It's no problem, I got here early anyway..." The anteater had no plans for the weekend, and could do with the extra cash, so she accepted the request to look after her beloved pet while Teetja went out for a wedding for the whole weekend. "I really love what you've done with your place, Tay."
+
+"Oh, you have no idea how much work it took! We got all of the wires replaced just a few weeks ago, and I can finally enjoy my home for once!" The elephant chuckled softly to herself. "Anyway, Casey will be moving in next month, then it will be just us three, me, him and Vale... Oh, but you haven't met Casey yet, have you?"
+
+"No, not really..." Hepje replied. Casey was Tay's fiancé, and she'd heard quite a lot about him through her chat messages. "You said that he's going to the wedding with you tonight, right?"
+
+"Yep! He's the one who's friends with the couple, actually. And we'll be out until tomorrow afternoon. I've never been to a long event like this... I'm so excited!"
+
+Hepje smiled. "Sounds like one hell of a party. When you have your own wedding with Casey, I hope that you throw an even better party, Tay. And you gotta invite me!"
+
+"Of course I will invite you, Happy. If you don't show up, I'd personally run after you, gown and all! Hahaha... Hmm... Speaking of, there's something important I want to ask you." Teetja sat next to her on the couch and looked at her with seriousness and excitement. "Happy, how would you like it to be my bridesm–" Before she could finish, she could hear her phone ringing, and she stood up to reach for her purse. "Sorry, I need to take this. Talk about bad timing– Oh, it's Casey!" She touched the screen and brought it to her face.
+
+"Hi Casey~!" She answered the phone with a loving tone. Hepje couldn't make out what Casey was saying. "How are you, babe?" '...' "Yeah I just got dressed." '...' "Yes?" '...' "I can in a few minutes, I'm just talking to Happy." '...?' "Yes, my friend Happy, she's pet-sitting for Vale." '...' "Okay, I'll come by and pick you up." '...' "Alright babe, love you~!" Teetja ended the call and turned to Hepje. "Sorry, Casey is in a bit of a hurry about the wedding, but I told him we don't need to be so early for everything... Where were we?"
+
+"I... think you were gonna ask me something important?"
+
+"Oh, right! Well– That can wait." The elephant always had spoken in such a rapid-fire way. "I still need to introduce you to Vale, after all. Normally she can stay alone while I work during the day, but I never left her by herself overnight, so I was a bit concerned, you know..." The elephant turned to the kitchen area and called in a high-pitched baby talk. "Come here, girl! Come meet Happy!" She looked back to Hepje. "She's a little shy with strangers, but she's a sweetheart. You got my messages with the instructions, right? What she's allowed to eat... Where she can go... Everything?"
+
+The anteater walked over to Teetja. "Yeah yeah. Frankly it's a lot of information. But I appreciate it, since it's my first time pet-sitting. Also, you never told me, but is she like, a dog or– AAH!"
+
+Hepje nearly fell over. It was huge! Basically as big as her. And so green! And slim, and long, and furry. And had such pointy ears, long white slit-pupil eyes, clawless fingers, and wild fluffy tail flicking about. What was that animal?!
+
+"Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention that she's a... uhh, what was it called again... 'zorgoia', I think?" The elephant explained.
+
+"It's– S-She's HUGE! And she just roams the house like this?!" The zorgoia had stopped behind Teetja with her ears lowered, watching the stranger with curiosity.
+
+"Yeah... Well, mostly she stays around the kitchen, but she doesn't knock anything over. But can you believe that I could fit her on my two hands when I got her?" The elephant reminisced, but it hardly seemed believable. "A friend at work apparently cares for a couple – a male and a female –, and after the female gave birth to a whole litter, she let me take a pup. And that's how I got Vale!" She took a step back to let the two face each other. "Happy, take your hand out and let her smell it. Then she'll know she can trust you."
+
+The anteater did just so, approaching the back of her hand to the flat end of her snout. Vale sniffed a few times and raised her ears. She bumped her face against her fingers and raised her neck, so that the anteater's palm was on her fur. Happy scratched the pet's long neck; everything on her body was long and big, except the arms and legs. She also noticed that the zorgoia had closed her eyes and let out her purple forked tongue, as if she wanted to show how satisfied she was.
+
+"See? I told you she'd like you!" Teetja beamed. "You two will get along just fine. And she doesn't make a lot of sounds, so you basically have to learn to watch her body language."
+
+"Say, Tay... why did you call her Vale?" The anteater asked, bringing another hand to rub the pet's neck.
+
+"Ah, do you see how her fur has a blue ring that goes around her?" She pointed at the middle of her body. "When she got scared, she scrunches up that part of her, and she kind of looks like an upside-down valley, with a river in the middle!"
+
+"... Why didn't you call her Hill, then?"
+
+Teetja sighed. "Casey asked me the same thing, can you believe it? But Hill is such a boy's name–" Her phone ringed again. "Oh, speaking of Casey, it must be him again. That's my cue to leave. Bye, baby." The elephant moved her trunk aside and kissed Vale on the forehead, and then hugged Hepje. "Alright, you two be safe, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!"
+
+"Goodbye, Tay! Have fun!" The anteater waved to Teetja, who left through the front door before locking it. Then she pushed a hand against a nearby counter, for balance, as she removed her sneakers, staring at Vale. "What are you, even? Tay said you're a zorgoia, but what's that? A fox...? A ferret...? A mongoose...? Actually, what does a mongoose even look like?"
+
+She emptied her pocket, placing her car key on the counter, and took out her phone, opening the camera app. "Let me get some photos of you. My friend Pád loves weird animals, he's gonna love to see you." Hepje took photos of the pet's face, and then of her body. She noticed that Vale wore a dog collar around her neck, but also how each of her back paws had a single curled claw on the far side. Also, her long tail had barbs at the tip. Definitely an unusual anatomy that her friend Pádraig would enjoy. She sent the photos to him and walked to the couch, glued to her phone. The anteater didn't see how Vale's barbed tail opened and sneakily snatched her shoes to play with them.
+
+Happy lied on the couch, and opened a different app on her phone. She was curious to see if it was some freaky lab hybrid or something. "How... to get... a... pet... zorgoia..." She spoke the words as she entered them into the search bar. "No, not 'borzoi'! Stupid autocorrect. How do you even spell 'zorgoia'?" After trying several different spellings on Guurgle, all that she could find were random usernames with numbers at the end, for profile links of social networks in languages that she'd never seen before.
+
+Meanwhile, making sure she was just out of sight from her pet-sitter, Vale withdrew her barbed tail from her rear. She was quite dexterous with her unique zorgoia appendage, and was playing with herself in a rather unique way: shoving stuff into her butt. The anteater's sneakers seemed quite appetizing, so she had already pushed one in, and was grabbing the next one. It was no trouble for the large pet at all, as she began to insert the other shoe into her hole to feed her greedy rectum even more. Vale just hoped that she could keep doing it more throughout the day, working her way up to the main course – and crucially, without the anteater noticing anything.
+
+The zorgoia's new toys were relatively rigid, but so small compared to her stretchy insides that she had no trouble fitting them in. And she wasn't anywhere near full, either. After the second sneaker was inside, she glanced over to the car key that the anteater had placed on the counter. Before Vale went for it next, however, she was alarmed to hear some bell sounds going off as if she got caught. But Hepje was instead looking at her phone, checking the barrage of messages coming in from Pádraig. She scrolled over the text bubbles:
+
+    DUDE
+    WHAFB
+    SHSUjjdhdbskfiah
+    whER DIDI TOU FIND IT
+    ITs a zorgoia right??.
+    Does its motuh glow???
+    Wher are you happu??.
+
+'Does its mouth glow', Happy wondered. "Vale? Come here?" She tried calling for the zorgoia, not really expecting her to obey the new pet-sitter. But to Hepje's surprise, she approached her in front of the couch, by the ground. She still couldn't get over her enormous size... but as she stared at her snout, it seemed normal, with green fur and purple lips matching the tongue she'd seen before. What was Pád talking about? The anteater opened her camera app again with one hand and tried to pry her mouth open with another, like she would with a dog that wasn't supposed to be chewing on something. "Good girl... can you open your mouth for me?". Her fingers ran over Vale's canines and gums.
+
+The zorgoia obliged and opened her jaws, directly facing Happy. Before the anteater could even react to the sight, she took a bunch of photos depicting her hand near Vale's open maw, fully displaying the glowing throat on the back. It had a whitish hue that made the back of the purple maw look almost pink, which was definitely something that Hepje hadn't seen in any animal before. She took out her surprisingly dry hand from the side of Vale's mouth to let the pet rest, and re-opened her texting app to send a few messages back to Pád.
+
+< I'm petsitting for a friend
+< [ Attached .JPG file – 104 KB ]
+
+She awaited anxiously for a reply, while the app notified her that Pád was typing...
+
+    HOLY SHIT ITS HUGGGGE
+    And it rwally glows
+    Shit you gotta pet me see it when i come back!
+    Let me*lol
+    Mayb tell your friend im an expert on them or some thing!
+
+< I searched for zorgoia on Guurgle but couldn't find anything
+< How do you know all this
+
+    Aal i know is from thsi closed server that i visit.
+    You nee d an invite tho
+    Shit gtg plesse take more picssssbye
+
+And that was that; Pád had ended the conversation, and her only source of information on the unusual animal was gone... Well, not quite. She still had the instructions from Tay in her texts – which never mentioned that Vale was a huge zorgoia, if she wasn't mistaken. She opened the different conversation and found two old messages at the bottom:
+
+    And finally, feel free to use anything in the house! The master suite is off-limits for you and Vale, but you can use any other bedroom, watch TV, grab food from the fridge, etc just don't make a mess! Vale cleans after herself so I'll know if it was you! Lol!
+    Oh and the wifi password is v@le1012!
+
+Did she really use her pet's name as the router password? Hepje chuckled, but appreciated the free Internet, and input the characters on the phone. Also, while at it, she wouldn't mind watching some television. She got up, noticing that Vale had moved somewhere else while she used her phone – the zorgoia was definitely very silent and sneaky when moving across the house –, and looked for the TV remote. Strangely, it was locked in the cupboard under the screen, behind a glass door, instead of just laying loose on the coffee table or on the sofa. It was easy enough to grab it by just pushing on the little door until it snapped back the other way to open, but now the anteater had started to put some dots together...
+
+There had been something off-putting in this house that Hepje couldn't quite place it. But she finally noticed that, everywhere she looked, there were no loose objects. Photos, books, kitchen utensils... They were all locked behind some glass door, like the remote control in the cupboard, or maybe inside one of the many closed shelves. It was definitely a unique design choice. Maybe it was for Vale's sake, so she could explore the house safely? And what did Tay mean by 'Vale cleans after herself', even? She had no idea...
+
+The anteater slouched back on the couch and turned on the TV, but her stomach growled right before she could settle. She stood back up, taking her phone and remote control in her jeans' pockets, and walked over to the kitchen to check what was in the fridge – after all, Teetja did say she was free to grab anything, and she hadn't had lunch yet. On her way, Happy spotted the mostly-green zorgoia curled up, lying on a fluffy pink pet bed just big enough for her on the ground, but wide awake if her white-tinted eyes were any indication.
+
+"There you are, Vale. I'll just grab some food for myself." She said to the zorgoia – who, unbeknownst to her, had found her car key and disposed of it as she had done with her shoes. Speaking of, did the pet need to eat anything? She grabbed her phone to check the instructions and there she found it:
+
+    I leave some cans of food for Vale in the fridge. You can just dump one entire can on the food bowl next to her water for dinner and another for breakfast! I only feed her twice a day and I'll feed her on Saturday morning! And make sure you throw away the empty cans after!
+
+That seemed easy enough; she only needed to remember to feed her in the evening. Happy opened the fridge door and sadly didn't find much inside. There was a lot of canned food, each labeled 'Vale' – Tay really went overboard with the sticky notes by labeling every single one! –, a half-empty vodka bottle, some milk in a sealed carton, a bunch of stuff she couldn't really eat, and... a large metal pot filled with split pea soup, with chopped meat and vegetables? This really took her back, to when the two friends would eat it for dinner during their childhood. She wondered if Tay had prepared it specifically on this occasion for her?
+
+After scrambling around the kitchen, opening and closing so many different cupboards, Hepje managed to find a soup bowl, and heated it with the pea soup in the microwave. For an anteater like her, there weren't many options of food available for her extremely long snout, but soup was definitely on the menu. And it was different from the bland-tasting meal shakes which she normally had to drink, so that's a plus.
+
+She took the meal to the counter as it was – she wouldn't need a spoon, after all – and tasted it by dipping her mouth. As soon as her tongue tasted it, however, she regretted it. This was so sour! How many onions did Tay put in it?! And so watery too, somehow. Had the elephant even tasted the split pea soup before leaving the full pot for her? Good intent or not, Hepje just couldn't bring herself to eat anymore, and left the bowl by the kitchen sink, wishing she'd had a simple shake instead.
+
+Having lost her appetite, the anteater jumped onto the couch again, taking the remote out of her pocket to browse the TV. Meanwhile, the ever-watchful zorgoia had been observing the whole soup scene from her bed, and decided to make her move now. This bowl would be a bit more challenging than anything so far, with Vale not wanting to waste even a single drop. It felt so thrilling to just take the anteater's stuff without her knowledge; she couldn't resist. Carefully moving her tail, she used it to lift up the ceramic without tilting it, and then raised her butt.
+
+She brought the bowl next to her hole, relaxed her muscles, and finally tilted it. The contents poured inside, washing her rectum with the sliced ingredients. She couldn't taste anything like this, so she didn't mind eating the sour soup the wrong way. Once the liquid was completely dumped, the next part was of course the bowl itself, which wasn't much bigger than one of Hepje's sneakers. The ceramic slid into the pea-filled rectum, and once that was done, Vale clenched her asshole tightly to hold the water in – which would eventually get absorbed by her body. She tested how secure everything was by lowering back her butt and shaking her behind. She had a very imperceptible bulge in her midriff, and could feel the objects shuffling and sloshing inside, but no water was escaping her tight anus. Satisfied with her results, she moved closer to the couch where Happy was lying, watching some old sitcom on the TV.
+
+The anteater noticed her with her cutesy white eyes. "Hi Vale." She said as she pet the gentle zorgoia. "Do you wanna come?" She tapped the sofa, motioning for her to climb. Hepje didn't know if she was allowed on the couch, but it seemed wide enough for both of them, and the pet did seem so cuddly and fluffy that she would enjoy her company.
+
+In one swooping moment, Vale slipped on the couch, using her flexible body to wrap around the equally-sized anteater. Hepje was surprised as she got coiled in that long green coat of fur, feeling the pet's weight on her chest and belly while her head nuzzled against her long snout. It felt as if she was being hugged by a big silky snake. The zorgoia had considered taking advantage of the situation to sate her hunger there and then, but she loved cuddling just as much as playing with her 'toys', and the short greyish-blue fur on the anteater felt just as good on the outside against her skin as it'd surely feel on the inside.
+
+Happy used her two arms to stroke the long furry body coiled on hers, which felt like a warm and heavy blanket. The zorgoia didn't make any sounds at all like purring or panting, but she stuck her forked tongue out in delight, so she must have been enjoying the attention. She thought that she could even enjoy a little nap like this, and Vale had a similar thought...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+"Ugh... my head..." Hepje complained as she woke up. She was still on the couch, with the huge zorgoia lying on top of and around her. It was much later in the day, if the dimmed outside lights were any indication, and she was illuminated mostly by a prompt 'are you still watching?' displayed on the television. Her head hurt and felt dizzy, likely from skipping lunch. Vale appeared to be sleeping peacefully, but as soon as she started shuffling about, her eyes opened wide and she slowly unwrapped from her, walking back to the kitchen. Maybe the pet simply stayed awake with her eyes closed, not wanting to disturb the cuddling...
+
+But now the anteater needed to figure out her food situation. She took her phone and opened the delivery app, deciding on an order from her favorite Thai place that would definitely end her starvation. Thankfully, the app alerted her that her GPS location didn't match her home address – she couldn't imagine how troublesome it would be if she got her food delivered to the wrong place. Once the order was sent, Hepje put her phone back in her pocket and looked around for the remote to turn off the TV, but couldn't find it anywhere... She could have sworn that she had put it down on the floor before napping.
+
+The anteater got up slowly, wiping some of the shed green fur stuck to her shirt, and heard something tapping near the kitchen. She followed the strange sound, and there she found Vale. She was active again, hitting her back paw's claw against the back door to make the sound. Maybe that's how the otherwise quiet pet alerted that she wanted to go there? The backyard didn't have any fences, so she didn't know if Vale could just wander out if there was any risk of her running away... but she could just check her instructions.
+
+"Just one second, Vale." She told the pet as she picked up her phone once again. Dismissing the 10% battery warning – she would worry about finding a charger later –, Happy opened the chat messages from Teetja again. Instead of going one by one, she simply searched the entire conversation for "outside", and found one result:
+
+    Vale will signal if she wants to go outside by running to the back door and tapping on it, which usually means [...]
+
+Not wasting any time, Hepje decided to skim through the very long message, up to the end...
+
+    [...] after she's finished, you can just call her name and she'll rush back in!
+
+Okay, so it was probably fine. Maybe the pet just needed to use the restroom or something, and she wouldn't bother checking her messages about her bodily functions. Hepje unlocked the door and the zorgoia walked out, but the anteater's attention was caught instead by the swimming pool installed on the ground, with underwater lights that automatically turned on at night. "Woah... It's been so long since I've gone swimming. Wait, don't tell me it's–" She walked over and kneeled on the coping, reaching her hand into the water. Yep, it was heated. Now that she knew this, Happy made a mental note: she was definitely taking a swim here later. But first...
+
+Just so, she heard the doorbell ringing – must've been the delivery. She glanced over at Vale, who seemed to be sniffing at the grass in the yard. "Vale, don't run away while I grab my food, okay?" Maybe she would understand her if she asked nicely? The zorgoia didn't seem to pay her any mind, but right now she was more worried about not passing out from hunger, so she left her there, hoping she would behave.
+
+Vale wasn't actually messing about when Happy spotted her, but was getting low on the ground, stalking a soon-to-be prey that was moving through the grass. It was unaware of her presence, the zorgoia's green fur blending in with the suburban yard lawn. And then she struck, not with a pounce but with a dart of its tail, expertly grabbing the small brown animal by its neck. She brought it closer to inspect the mammal: it was a hare, distressed by being caught and lifted up, but otherwise unharmed. It fought against her grasp, kicking the air in vain for its life.
+
+The pet didn't want to harm the hare, but she still craved it as a toy, since the last thing she'd shoved up her ass had been a remote controller some hours ago. Just as she had done with so many inanimate objects today, she brought the animal to her rear, relaxed her pucker, and pushed it in. It was small enough to not be any trouble to fully pull in, but the feisty animal, being smothered by the rectum and its contents, started kicking inside of her. It wasn't painful at all – in fact, it was pleasurable like an internal massage –, but it meant that the hare could break free if it tried hard enough, and she wouldn't have that.
+
+Still holding onto the hare with her tail-claw, Vale pushed it deeper, past the more spacious chamber of the rectum. It kept going deeper, and the zorgoia took notice of everything she could feel, both with the appendage and her insides. The small bits of sliced food, from the now-dried soup; the long TV remote; the round and hard soup bowl; the small and pointy car key; some letters that had arrived in the mail this morning, now wet and crumpled; and now probing into her colon, the pair of sneakers. She deposited the hare into the tight tunnel as well, hoping it wouldn't be able to struggle itself free. Vale withdrew the tail from inside of herself and shook it over the grass, wiping it clean from bits of peas and onions and anal slime. The hare kicked still in her guts, and she saw how it made barely noticeable bulges in her abdomen – but the small movement outside did no justice to that wonderful sensation, its stimulation being so pronounced... Even with all of the different stuff inside of her, she was still confident that she could take tonight's main course. The big question, then, was -when-...
+
+At the same time, Hepje was sitting down on the kitchen counter, in the now illuminated room, gulping her order of stir-fried noodles through her snout. After the disastrous lunch that the healthy pea soup had been, she decided to get some nice, fatty comfort food – and in a portion for two people, the anteater reckoned, since she'd skipped lunch. She was feeling much better now that she had some sustenance in her, no longer feeling like she'd collapse out of nowhere. But as the minutes went by, and she greedily gulped more and more of the Thai dish, she realized that it was a mistake to order such a big serving. "Ooough... I feel so stuffed already..." She spoke to herself, rubbing her belly. There was still a good one-third of food to go in the foam container, but Hepje couldn't eat even one more noodle...
+
+Her dinner reminded her of the message she'd read earlier, saying that Vale had to eat hers in the evening. The anteater opened the fridge door and found one can of food for the zorgoia, but also the half-empty bottle of vodka. She took both of them out, taking a sip of alcohol before dumping the brown mass of wet food in Vale's food bowl. "Vale! Dinner is served!" She yelled to the open backyard door, and just like the instructions from Teetja have said, the zorgoia sprinted in, taking no time to simply monch on it ferociously. It seemed very uncanny for the otherwise stoic pet, and Happy had no idea what it was or why she liked that food so much, but from the smell and look of it, it didn't seem any different from ordinary wet food for cats.
+
+Her phone rang a few times – Pád was bombarding her with messages, no doubt –, and she took it out again to see the notifications:
+
+    Alright im home.
+    Wher are you?
+    So i can help you out??
+    Only if you want me to comr ofc :)
+
+Pádraig wanted to come, huh? Well, maybe that wasn't a bad idea. He could tell her more about zorgoias, and they could even have a little pool party. Teetja certainly wouldn't mind a second pet-sitter, right? She unlocked her phone, but a little message appeared: '5% battery remaining'. "Fuck..." She whispered to herself. It's fine, she thought, she had a charger in her car. Hepje just needed to find her key and go grab it. Where did she leave it again... On the counter, maybe? She looked there, and down on the ground to see if it got knocked over. No? Maybe she put it in her pocket? She placed her phone down on the counter and checked... No, nothing. First she lost the remote controller, now her car key?
+
+"Fuck!" She repeated, now yelling in frustration. Vale was startled by the shout, and jumped back in shock. The anteater noticed the pet's reaction and apologized in a sweet tone. "Sorry Vale, I didn't mean to scare you. It's just... It's been a weird day, and I keep losing my stuff, and I have to pet-sit you because I really need the extra cash, and you turn out to be huge, and Tay's house is so huge, and she's got a swimming pool with heating, and she's gonna be happy and married, and–" Hepje stopped herself, before she kept gushing about this stuff that she shouldn't even have said out loud in the first place. She took another sip of the vodka, and stood silent for a moment. "Whatever. I'll try to find a charger, and then tell Pád to come over." Her phone ringed again with messages, but getting annoyed, she simply muted it and placed it facing down on the counter. She walked away towards the staircase near the front door, carrying the bottle in her hand – and leaving her phone behind.
+
+After Happy left, Vale wasted no time to take the opportunity, with so many new toys lying around! First, she grabbed the can of food and brought the open end to her snout, voraciously licking any remaining food inside, not letting a single chunk go to waste. Once the inside was squeaky clean, she made better use of the empty container, pushing it in her other hole, nice and fast with her muscles hungrily clenching it inside. She also grabbed and disposed of Hepje's phone, and the vodka bottle's cap, just as quickly.
+
+Finally, she went to the remains of the anteater's meal, sitting on the foam tray. Vale recognized the material; she had tried to push styrofoam into herself once before, but she didn't like its texture as it crumbled into pieces in her rectum, so she would have to leave that outside... The stir-fried noodles, however, were scooped up in a single grab of her barbs, strands flowing over the sides as they were lifted from the bulky middle. Since she didn't care for any food other than her special mix, these would not go into her mouth, only into her other bottomless pit. She shoved the whole tailful in one swoop, and relished on the texture, its fried oils painting the walls of her rectum as the mass dissipated into individual strings getting pushed against the other objects.
+
+The zorgoia heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and she sat down, hoping to look as innocent as possible. A slightly drunker Hepje appeared, carrying two wrapped beach towels under her arms and the bottle in her hand still. "I didn't find a charger," she spoke to herself on the way, "but I found a towel for me and Pád when we go swimming." She looked at Vale, who was making a 'guilty dog' face, and then glanced over to the stuff she'd left there. Her phone was missing, and her Thai food was simply gone. "Seriously? You took my stuff?! Where is my phone?"
+
+Vale lowered her head, realizing that she got caught – which was only half-true. Hepje thought that she had eaten her food while she was gone, and had taken her phone – along with her car key – to some hidden hoard in the house. "Ugh... How am I gonna call Pád now? I don't know his number– Oh, but I know mine!" She'd just had an idea on how to find her phone again. Leaving all of her stuff on the counter, the anteater rushed to the corded phone on the wall, and punched in the buttons. Nothing seemed to happen, but the pet felt as something inside of her started rumbling. It wasn't the hare – that was still kicking in her colon every now and then –, but a small vibrating object, racketing without making any perceptible sound. The phone was so pleasurable, but Vale tried not to show it by staying completely still.
+
+"I can't hear it... Did I mute it or something...? Just where did you hide it, Vale?" She kept asking herself out loud, her speech slightly slurred from inebriation. She gave up after a minute and slammed the phone back into the hook, and sighed. Hepje took deep breaths, trying not to lose her temper. "You know what? Fine." She went back to the counter to grab a single towel and the vodka bottle, drinking some more from the latter. "No phone, no Pád... Guess it's gonna be a girl's night with just you and me, Vale. Let's make this party more fun than that wedding, right?" She walked through the open backyard door, leaving the zorgoia and the other beach towel alone inside.
+
+Hepje sat on one of those pool lounge chairs, placing down her towel as she began to undress. She took off her socks, her jeans and her band T-shirt, remaining only in her white undergarments and fur. With the alcohol bottle in her hand once again, she emptied it into her mouth and jumped into the pool. The anteater emerged from the water up to her shoulders, enjoying the warm pool. "Wooo!" She shouted into the air, and she started swimming around. She closed her eyes and dove inside, leaving only the tip of her long snout outside to function as a sort of snorkel for a full minute.
+
+Then she floated back up, and took the bottle of vodka to her mouth. Happy started coughing as she realized that it had been filled with chlorinated water instead, immediately regretting her choice of jumping into the pool with it in hand. She approached the edge of the pool, leaning on the coping as she caught her breath from the accidental drowning, and noticed that something else was walking towards her from the inside of the house. "Hey Vale, do you also like swimming?" She called to the silhouette in the dark surroundings. The anteater couldn't see her face, but from the angle of her body and head, the zorgoia seemed to be facing her. Hepje tossed some water to her direction, teasing the pet if she wanted to jump into the pool. But she simply remained unfazed, standing near the lounge poolchair. "What is it, girl?" She asked. "I can't check my phone to know what you want anymore." She also noticed that Vale's abdomen was quite bloated. Had it always been like this and she just didn't pay attention, or...?
+
+The zorgoia was getting needy and impatient, and she saw the anteater's things just lying on the chair, ripe for the taking. She had been sneaky up to this point, but she just couldn't hold back any longer. With her tail barbs, she clamped on the clothes and towel, and casually made it off into the house with the large clump of cloth behind her. Hepje couldn't see exactly what happened or how, but she could still see that Vale was taking more of her stuff away. "Hey! Stop that! Shit..." She climbed out of the pool, rushing half-naked after the zorgoia, and arriving in the kitchen, but the pet was nowhere to be found. "Vale, come here! Bad girl!" She was dripping on the floor as she stomped towards the living room, her wet bra and panties stuck to her fur, while still carrying a vodka bottle of pool water.
+
+She knew that Vale was pretty quiet, but due to her size, she should be easy to spot. Not finding any living mass of green fur downstairs, she headed up, holding onto the railing so as to not slip on her wet soles. Coming upon a hallway, there were a few doors to some rooms and a bathroom – not counting the master suite at the back, which seemed locked shut. Walking to the first room on the right, she spotted what seemed to be the zorgoia lying on the four-foot bed, and she flicked the light switch.
+
+"Goddammit..." It was all that the anteater could muster in her native tongue, seeing what the zorgoia was doing. Her face was looking back at her, but what Hepje really was paying attention to was the other side of the pet – also facing her, as she curled on the mattress –, where half of her pants and T-shirt were sticking out. The missing half was now past the purple flesh ring in the middle of her behind just under the tail, and she could see how the barbs on the tip of her tail – which she'd initially thought to be nothing more than a natural decoration – worked as a claw to keep pushing her stuff in.
+
+Hepje couldn't tell Vale's thoughts from any facial expressions or sounds, but the middle of the zorgoia's body arched in anxiety from having been caught. After going through all the trouble to ensure that her pet-sitter wouldn't notice a thing, her greediness got the best of her. But with her clothes already almost entirely inside of her, she wouldn't stop now or pull it out as a matter of principle. She continued to push them inside with the rest of today's bounty, unwittingly giving Hepje a full view of the action. It wasn't long until they were fully inside, the zorgoia expertly consuming it like it was no trouble, even if her insides were seemingly bloated judging by the bulge in her belly. When it was over, Vale moved its tail away, only facing the anteater. Maybe, if Hepje didn't run away, there would be a chance...
+
+The half-drunk woman didn't know how to react. What she just saw couldn't be real, could it? Teetja would have certainly told her about something like this, wouldn't she? But this wasn't a normal pet, after all. Nothing about her was normal... And it only made her curious. She still had a bottle on her hand, and for some reason, she felt compelled to see just how the zorgoia acted, and how it had eluded her the whole day. Hepje placed the bottle down on the ground, and stood back.
+
+Vale didn't know what the anteater was doing, but her actions and lack of words told her that she didn't seem angry or scared enough to warrant any irrational behavior. Very cautiously, the zorgoia accepted the bottle with her tail-claw, relaxing her back while lifting her behind. Just like with the soup bowl earlier that day, she tilted it in order to pour the liquid, drinking it the wrong way, and then pushed the glass inside. But she did it slowly now, less in a hurry and more for show. She liked the idea of having a spectator, especially one she had plans for later...
+
+And completely unaware of Vale's intentions, Hepje approached her with more curiosity after the bottle disappeared from sight. Her hands touched the zorgoia's fur, and the anteater looked at that closed ring, where her clothes and bottle had just vanished into. The muscle relaxed, giving her some view of the inside. The rectum had purple walls, and she could see the bottom of the bottle nestled in Vale's flesh, but the tunnel was collapsed deeper in. This meant that she couldn't see any evidence of her clothes anymore, as they must have been pulled further in. And as weird as it was for the pet to allow her to get this close, she still felt drawn to this place and moment.
+
+Vale could not have asked for a better opportunity, however, and was prepared to strike at what would be the culmination of today's efforts. At the same time as her barbs pushed Hepje's back towards herself, her front paws also grabbed the anteater's legs, making her fall forward. Happy instinctively moved her arms in front of her head, slipping them into the gaping hole in the middle, and in a single movement, her limbs had been swallowed by the anus. Her face was also forced against it, pinning her snout downwards to point to her chest, as her skull kept getting pressed inside. As she continued to fall, Vale utilized gravity to her advantage to pull her onto the bed as the rest of her body maneuvered around Hepje's, coiling around the same-sized prey as her neck joined the arms inside. The anteater was slipping in faster than the zorgoia had expected, but not letting her guard down, she kept bringing her in greedily. There would be time to relish in the sensations when she was done, she hoped.
+
+Hepje was disoriented, first when the light in the room was occluded, and then her sense of gravity shifted as she fell forward. But her sense of touch was the most overwhelmed. As her shoulders were effortlessly pushed inside, she could feel the remaining portion of her body get pressed against the bedding and Vale's fluff, while her hands scrambled against the insides. She hit not only flesh, but all Manners of unrecognizable stuff, hoarded by the zorgoia's ass in the last hours. There was slime, hard glass, towel cloth, crumpled papers, and lots more of smaller stuff jumbling around that she couldn't make out.
+
+With most of her skull inside of Vale, her mouth and nose still remained outside, pressed against her breast, the anus hugging the tip of her snout until it also got slurped with her cleavage. When it did, Hepje confirmed her suspicion: aside from the smell of Thai food and chlorinated water from the pool, the zorgoia's insides were mostly odorless. It felt less like being swallowed alive, and more like being shoved into a soft sack chockfull of random junk... Well, one that was also warm and living. It wasn't as awful as she'd expect if she was told that she was getting shoved into an ass, but it was still degrading to be treated as a toy and jostled against random junk. Happy tried to struggle, but only out of spite. Clearly the zorgoia had total control here, not having any trouble at all to swallow her up. Just how much could she even stretch?
+
+For the pet, the day-long build-up had been worth it. More than half of the anteater had been consumed by now, and it already felt so good to have her spread her insides with every movement. Vale'd had her doubts; maybe her snout would be a problem; maybe she would be caught earlier; maybe Happy could pull herself free; maybe Happy would be too big. But with her owner gone for the evening, and the anteater putting up so little resistance, it was like all stars had aligned, and this was meant to be. With another clench of muscle and shove of her tail barbs against the flailing legs, she was now up to her waist inside.
+
+The anteater was acutely aware of how deep she was as the strong anal muscle clenched her like a tight band, and felt as the stuff inside the humid room shifted around her as she travelled further. Her arms could move around a bit now, brushing against her pants and a towel, which she pulled out of the way and downward, to at least not smother her face – even if it did free the way deeper into the zorgoia. As she did so, however, she accidentally grabbed onto something hard and glassy, slightly bigger than her palm. She recognized it right away: it was her phone! Not wasting any time, she turned on the screen:
+
+[WARNING – Low battery (2%)]
+[(1) missed call from unknown]
+[(1) new message from Tay]
+[(4) new messages from Pád]
+
+The battery was almost dead, and the screen was very dim, but she still had hope that it would have enough juice. She could contact someone and ask for help! Hepje unlocked the phone and was met with an unusual starting screen with two buttons:
+
+Low Battery Emergency Mode
+[Call contact] [Record video]
+
+She had seen it only once before, when she accidentally left her phone without charge for so long. Apparently it was a feature to save on the last bit of battery until it was absolutely necessary. From what she was told on social media, the video recording option was an emergency feature, just like calling a contact, in case people needed video proof of a dangerous situation or something. Her finger moved towards the obvious option that read 'call contact', but then she thought about it... Would calling Pádraig or Teetja be of any help? Pád didn't even know her location, and she couldn't remember the name of the street, so that would clearly be a waste of a call. And Tay, well... She didn't want to alarm her, even though it was kind of an emergency. Or was it? Hepje seemed fine inside of Vale, except for her lack of freedom or dignity. Even so, something told her that she wouldn't suffocate in here. And after all, it was Teetja's 'baby' who she was pet-sitting for, so calling her would basically be admitting defeat.
+
+What about the other option, 'record video'? At first it sounded stupid, it's not like she would want a reminder of this... Or would she? What if she never got out? What if she was to forever stay in these guts, either alive or as a ghost? And maybe if the phone survived, it would be proof of her demise... And if she got out, what then? Wouldn't she want photographic proof, in case she needed to press charges, or if she wanted to brag and nobody believed her? Pád would certainly wrongly call her out as a liar. Although, it was too dark in here to even record stuff, unless she used the flash function. But then the battery would die very quickly...
+
+Another clench called her attention, and Hepje hadn't even realized that she was now down to her knees! There wasn't much longer until she was fully trapped, so she decided to act. She pressed the rightmost button, and was met with a dark screen, as it apparently started recording. But when she pressed the lightning icon on-screen, and her camera's flash turned on, she could finally see what the inside of a zorgoia's ass looked like. The flesh was purple, just like her anus and inside of her mouth, and the walls had folds covered in a transparent yellow slime, although there was some water and frying oil spread about as well. She could also notice the specific items all over the place, like bits of noodles and pea that were too small to tell apart just by touch in the darkness. Vale really had every single thing imaginable in here. A remote control, a car key, a pair of socks, a bowl of soup. And even with all of this random junk, plus her entire body – which was about as big as Vale herself! –, the walls felt so loose in here. How was this stretchiness even possible?
+
+She turned over the phone to face herself, trying to illuminate the area behind her. There was something lodged there on her back, and it seemed to be one of the beach towels, still fully wrapped. Vale apparently just shoved the whole thing as is, not even bothering to unroll it. Next, Happy tried to point the camera down – trying to see if she could film the entrance, which should've been at her ankles now by the feeling –, but all she could really capture on camera was her cleavage and tummy. So she pointed it up. There was a section of the tunnel that seemed tighter, probably the rest of the zorgoia's guts, but something was sticking out. It was white and red, and that's when it hit her: it was one of her sneakers! She didn't even consider that those had gotten shoved in here as well. Hepje brought a hand to it and tried to pull it free, but it was lodged firmly.
+
+The anteater used more force to try and retrieve the shoe, and with a plop, it was released. But something else fell down on her, and onto her chest. She pointed the camera at it to get a closer look at the brown furry mass and gasped. "A hare?!" Before she could even react, the creature found new strength to fight for its freedom thanks to the light on its face, but it ended up just kicking the anteater's arm instead. "Ow!" Hepje let go of the camera, which fell against a wall and, before she could grab it again, the flash turned off and made her environment completely dark once more. She couldn't grab the phone or see the screen from here, but she was pretty sure that the battery had died. The anteater didn't even have the chance to say her name or goodbyes on camera...
+
+Not like she could bother to dwell on it, as her toes finally slipped inside, and her feet pressed against the inside of Vale's anus. She thought this would be the end of it, but something else joined after her, something fluffy with hard objects on the tip pressing against her sole. It must have been the zorgoia's tail, and it was intent on making sure that the anteater was fully locked in place. She felt herself get shoved, as the walls moved around with the pet's clenching. She couldn't tell what was going on as walls and objects shifted, but she felt the room getting tighter and tighter. The phone, the hare, those all disappeared in the dark confusion, in a mess of flesh and fur and slime and what-not. Finally the tail was withdrawn, and Hepje felt constricted on the legs, arms, and snout, as she was forced to twist with Vale's colon all around her. There was little she could do to struggle, but it didn't seem like she would be going anywhere anytime soon.
+
+Vale flicked her tail to clean it once again, and adjusted itself onto the bed, now that she had a huge belly full of anteater to work around with. She managed to curl herself around it, nudging her head against the bulge, enjoying the sensation of her biggest prey yet being locked deep in her butt for as long as she wanted. She could enjoy a well-earned rest now, but the ceiling light would make it hard. So her tail darted to the light switch, and with a poke from her barbs, the room went dark.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+The front door clicked as it was unlocked, and Teetja walked in. "Vale? Happy? I'm home early!" She called. The dark-gray elephant had arrived in the morning, having left her party before the second day's lunch, since she was worried that Hepje hadn't returned her messages. The house had no signs of breaking-and-entering, but she immediately noticed that the TV was left on, with the 'are you still watching?' prompt on display, and no sign of the remote. In the kitchen, she saw that the pet bed was empty and the backdoor was left wide open, but she closed it, doubting that Vale had run off. Instead, she was most likely hiding somewhere else in the house.
+
+What did call her attention the most was the empty food delivery container on the otherwise empty counter, as it was the only loose object around the house. 'Styrofoam, huh...' Tay thought to herself. She opened the fridge and noticed that one of the two cans she'd set aside to feed Vale was still in there, meaning that her pet had yet to be fed in the morning.
+
+"Vale, baby! It's breakfast time!" She poured the whole pet food on the food bowl, knowing that the Vale wouldn't resist her food, and threw the empty can into a recycling trash can, hidden inside of a shelf.
+
+As stealthy as the zorgoia attempted to be, the elephant was well-accustomed to picking up her quiet noises when she moved around the house. And now that she was so heavy, too, Teetja could easily make out her steps down the staircase. Vale wanted to hide away with her treasure, but she just could not refuse breakfast.
+
+"Oh goodness Vale, look at you!" Tay remarked when she first saw the extremely full zorgoia, her belly scraping on the floor and wobbling with every step. "Just whatever did you get in there this time, baby?" Her tone was not angry at all; instead, she seemed amused, and had a smile on her face. While the zorgoia attacked the food in her bowl, there was some shuffling inside of her.
+
+"Tay...? Tay! Is that you?!" A muffled voice came from the green mound of fur. "It's me, Happy! I'm stuck in here!"
+
+The elephant acted oblivious, and slowly scratched the distended bulge, eliciting the zorgoia to bring out her forked tongue in satisfaction. "My, your pet-sitter really let you grab just about everything in the house this time, huh? You must be having a lot of fun, baby, but it's time to put away your toy."
+
+Hepje started struggling even more against the purple walls of zorgoia flesh. "Hey! I can hear you out there, Tay! Can you hear me?!"
+
+She didn't know how long it had been, but she'd stayed awake the whole time, getting caressed by slimy flesh and random junk the whole night, slowly getting sober over time. Meanwhile, Vale had big pleading eyes, and she would have whimpered if she could, after being told to put away her toy.
+
+"Aww baby, don't give me that look... If you behave, mommy promises that you can go on timeout, okay? But first you need to get rid of the rest." Teetja teased.
+
+Happy, simply being ignored, couldn't help but wonder what Tay meant by anything. 'Put away your toy', 'go on timeout', 'get rid of the rest'... whatever it was, it didn't sound good for her. Her world started shifting, and the intestine walls started shifting her around. Most of her upper body was stuck in the narrow tunnel of the colon, but she could feel as the things under her feet disappeared from her reach in Vale's rectum. From the sounds of things falling outside, they must have been pushed out!
+
+Tay's voice remarked on it, too. "Look at all of this... Happy's phone... Happy's clothes... There's the TV's remote... A towel... A soup bowl? And what's this, a hare...? It's asleep... Ohhh, you've -really- overdone it this time, baby."
+
+Hang on a second, 'this time?' So Teetja knew that the zorgoia had this habit? Why didn't she warn her?!
+
+"Alright, give me one moment, baby, so mommy can get ready." She heard the elephant say. Hepje screamed some more to call Tay's attention. There's no way she couldn't hear the anteater; was she pretending not to? "Okay Vale, time to put away your toy."
+
+She said 'put away your toy' again... but now there was a response from the zorgoia's insides. The organ she was in shifted, and she felt some pressure on her body start to give in. Her arms were still pinned to the side of her torso, but they could move a bit now. The anteater couldn't tell from touch or sense of balance – much less the non-existent sight – if she was even moving around.
+
+"Vale? Tay? What's happening?" She asked again, not expecting a response.
+
+"Shush now, I need to concentrate." The elephant replied to her.
+
+"Wait, so you can hear me? Tay! What is going on?! Please help me, I've been–"
+
+She interrupted herself as she felt a weird sensation around her ankles. It felt cold, like a breeze, but her soles and toes were still trapped in something humid and soft. Almost as if she was free just above her feet, but not the feet themselves? She also heard a moan, and the sensation widened to her knees, until those too also got stuck in lubricated flesh. In fact, it felt like a different texture from Vale's ass: it was much rougher, firmer, and tighter than where she currently was. She tried to kick her feet, and the moans came out louder – and definitely from the elephant.
+
+"Tay, what are you doing?"
+
+"Oh, just putting away a toy– hhnnnnf~!"
+
+It was then that Hepje realized that Vale was releasing her, but not towards freedom, but a place as slimy as this, and she was up to her waist in it. "Tay! S-Stop messing around! Shit, you've gotta be kidding me!"
+
+"Ohhh, Happy~... You feel so goo-oooaaaahhhhh!"
+
+There was no way that this was real. "Goddammit, Tay... Did you plan this all along?"
+
+"N-No, I thought you – hfffff! − you were too b-big for Vale. Haahhh...! She only d–did this to Casey once before, and – haaah – h-h-he's shorter... But that's how we l-learned about this... Not just o-objects, but she does it with people too– hnng!"
+
+"This happened with Casey and you didn't think to warn me at all?"
+
+"Like I said, Ha-aaAAAAaahh-ppy... Maybe you were too b-b-big for her... god you f-f-feel so big in me... and so much better–raaAAAAhh!!"
+
+Did she just orgasm? This couple and their pet, just what did they do in this house, outside of the public eye?! The anteater contemplated her choices leading up to this moment before she could finally see some light, and the zorgoia's pucker closing in front of her face as she exited it. She tried to move her head, but her shoulders and snout were already locked in place by her friend's anus instead. All she could do was look up to where she had just come from, noticing how Vale, seizing the opportunity that Teetja was distracted, grabbed the half-asleep hare still covered in slime from the ground and angled it towards her ass to fill herself up again.
+
+The next thing Hepje saw was a dark-grey hand approaching her, palm-first, pushing her down until her world went dark once more. If Vale's insides felt like silk, Teetja's felt instead just like one would expect: a fleshy, warm, slimy, tight, pulsing tunnel of flesh. Back inside of the zorgoia, she could hear Vale's breathing and heartbeats, but in the elephant, they were much more pronounced, followed along in symphony with her moans of pleasure.
+
+"Good girl, Vale, good girl... Since you obeyed me so nicely, you can go on timeout with your friend. Whenever you are ready– AYEEEEEE!"
+
+Whatever 'timeout' was, it had made Tay jump, the anteater felt as much. In fact, she -saw- as much, as the hole that had just swallowed her opened again to let light in. And then, it opened even more to let the zorgoia's head in. "Vale?!" Happy shouted, before the pet's head bumped into hers, Vale's arms pushing on her shoulders to get her even deeper. Unlike in the pet's esoteric insides, she could tell what was going on: the green pet was entering the elephant's rump, and ramming on Hepje to make way! It also seemed to be at great force and speed, and she couldn't do anything again. All that the anteater could hear was Tay's moans approaching more orgasms and the squelching and slorping as the colon consumed her even more.
+
+As much as she struggled or tried to fight back against Vale's force or the tunnel's friction, Happy was once again completely at her devourer's mercy. Until the pushing suddenly stopped, and she tried to call out. "Is it over?"
+
+"Ohhhhh Happy, oh Vale, my girls... You have to see how much you two fill me up... O-Only your tail is outside now, baby... haaaah~"
+
+"Please, please can you let me go, Tay? I don't wanna be in anyone's butt any longer, I just wanna go home..."
+
+"M-Maybe later in the evening... Right now I-I need t-to– to– oooooWAAAAH! Ohhhh! Ohh... Wow...! I-I barely touched myself this time and... Haaah... You feel so good...!"
+
+Hepje sighed, and then felt something else humid and warm lapping at her face. It was probably the zorgoia's tongue, comforting her, her soft paws still on her shoulders. She would have thought it cute had she not just spent several hours in her digestive system without moving. This wasn't much different, with Hepje's arms once again pinned to the sides by anal flesh. All things considered, the anteater felt calmer than she would have expected to be in a situation like this – somehow, after spending the whole night in the zorgoia, she knew that she would be fine. But she still wished that the whole thing hadn't happened at all. "Ugh... I'm gonna be smelling like ass forever."
+
+The elephant replied, approaching another climax. "Haaah... I-I'll let you use my bathtub after– after– nggggh-haaAAAAAA–!"
+
+"Can you please stop touching yourself?! Goddammit, Tay..."
+
+"Ohhh... o-okay, I will... for now, hooh~... This feels amazing though, Hapje– I-I mean, Happy... Lemme just move over to the–hnng!" The world around Hepje bobbed and shifted as Teetja stood up with the two heavy passengers deep in her ass and walked over to the couch, managing to fall on the cushions. "Ooof! Haaah... Well... I hope that pet-sitting Vale wasn't too bad for you. Which reminds me, thank you, Happy. You've done me a huge favor. Well, more than one, now–"
+
+"Please do not mention it... Like, literally. Do -not- mention it to anyone." Hepje implored.
+
+"I won't... Hee hee~!" That little laugh at the end did not give her any trust in Teetja's secrecy, and she sighed.
+
+"Ah! I remembered something." The anteater remarked.
+
+The elephant rubbed her extremely distended stomach with her hands. "Hmmm?"
+
+Hepje scoffed. "There was... Well, there was one thing I did not like."
+
+"Oh, I'm sorry... What was it?"
+
+"I'll just be blunt: your split pea soup. It was terrible."

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+---
+title: Reaching for the Full Moon
+pubDate: 2023-02-18
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1300
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal oral vore, smaller unwilling anthro male rabbit pred, bigger willing werewolf prey, forced vore, role reversal.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_9_reaching_for_the_full_moon.png
+description: |
+  Mark finds himself on both ends of a monstrous hunt.
+
+  I've decided to start posting my short stories separately instead of doing compilations, but still bundle the uploads together. A bit more work to organize, but this should make it easier to find and read individual stories. Anyway! For this one, I wanted to take a fun trope from vore scenarios and flip it on its head. Though maybe I should've saved it for Halloween...
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'ambiguous gender prey', 'multiple prey', 'unwilling predator', 'willing prey', 'smaller predator', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+A lupine howl pierced the full moon night, reaching Mark's large ears. The rabbit had been sprinting away from its source, trying to increase his distance from that terrifying call. It was bad enough that he'd decided to walk through the creepy forest trail in the darkness of night, but stumbling upon a werewolf?! How could things get any worse...?
+
+Mark had strayed from the main path after spotting the monster, trying to escape between the trees beneath the white disc's dim light. It was bad enough that the rabbit could barely see anything; on top of it, throwing his pursuer off his trail seemed impossible. The lycanthrope was likely tracking Mark's smell, and the lagomorph's bioluminescent insides meant that running for his life with his tongue out marked him as the only light-source in the vicinity. Still, ignoring the overwhelming handicaps, Mark only cared about running for his life and making his way back into town alive, instead of ending up in a beast's stomach.
+
+His lack of luck was compounded when he – like a side character in a slasher film – tripped on a tree root and fell. He didn't twist his ankle too badly, but it still hurt enough that Mark wasn't able to get back on his rabbit feet to continue running. All that he managed to do was turn around, looking up at the starry sky before his vicious hunter lunged at him, pinning his shoulders under its paws and his body under its legs. Mark screamed for his life.
+
+But nothing happened. The lagomorph couldn't see the werewolf's face too well – only its large and furry silhouette. But it seemed to be staring at him, and...sniffing? Mark attempted to yell again – this time for help –, only for a huge set of claws to clasp his snout shut. The creature was breathing on him, eyeing up the rabbit. Thankfully, Mark wasn't dead yet, but what was it doing...?
+
+The lycanthrope slowly let go of his jaws, which simply hung open in shock and uncertainty. Mark's glowing white flesh lit up the lupine face, revealing that its bloodshot eyes were transfixed on that very same light. It also let out a needy whimper before simply pushing some digits of its large paw against his tongue! It was out of nowhere, and Mark was afraid that those claws would tear his flesh, but the monster simply prodded at the salivating mouth, seemingly fascinated by it.
+
+Maybe the pale light reminded it of the full moon – the very thing that caused werewolves to appear...?
+
+More digits from its other paw joined the maw, and the rabbit tried to gargle a complaint, but a terrifying growl shut him down. Those claws were pushing further in, stretching Mark's mouth for more light to escape. Then, one paw started to slip into his throat! The lagomorph groaned in surprise, but the werewolf's snout simply joined that salivating warmth, its own lupine tongue licking at the flesh. Mark could feel that large muscle lapping against his own, moving up towards his palate and teeth before repeating the gesture. He tried to struggle, but the lycanthrope still kept pinning him with its weight, its intrusion into Mark's glowing maw not stopping.
+
+The other paw joined the first in his esophagus, helping to stretch it open, before the rabbit felt that cool nose poke the back of his mouth too. This was insane! Mark had expected to be devoured alive – not the other way around...! The lycanthrope was clearly bigger than him, yet that didn't deter its forward shuffle. The lagomorph tried to cough him up, but his body reflexively swallowed it instead, helping it further along... Even if the monster seemed to be working its way into Mark just fine without his accidental help.
+
+His neck and mouth were impossibly stretched around the werewolf's head and arms. Its thick coat of fur was brushing against the rabbit's slick insides. Mark could hear the wolfish whines inside of his own head, his natural light apparently hypnotizing the abrupt meal. It clawed deeper and deeper towards the stronger light source, bulging out the base of his neck before vanishing past it, and its broad shoulders slipped past his lips with a loud 'plop'! Somehow, not even the night creature's chest had trouble squirming into Mark.
+
+His heart was rushing with adrenaline again. He'd been hunted, and his pursuer now did as it pleased with its mark. It was an unusual and unexpected Manner of displaying dominance, for sure...! The lagomorph didn't want to be in this situation. Granted, being the devourer was preferable to the alternative...by a tiny margin.
+
+The werewolf sounded like an excited puppy as it burrowed continuously into the rabbit. It panted and yapped, forcefully nuzzling its snout and paws into the entrance to Mark's stomach. With its hips trying to sneak past his lips, the herbivore could see its large tail wagging. He swallowed, if only to prevent the ire of the coercive monster currently stretching and pushing its soft pads against the wall of his sensitive stomach.
+
+All the sounds of sloshing, squelching, and groaning from his poor throat and gut added to the muffled vocalizations. His willing meal felt so big and wriggly and warm within. Mark tried to sputter all of the fur clinging to his tongue, but the lycanthrope's legs were no less fluffy than the rest, making it a futile exercise. Its large digitigrade paws pushed against the bulge forming in the lagomorph's belly, using its own body for leverage. Mark felt sick and bloated, but still he stretched to accommodate the large intruder. It was quite the workout for his organs, and the rabbit regretted ever coming to the forest tonight. Even if it wasn't wholly unpleasant, his whole body screamed 'danger' at the monster making itself comfortable inside of Mark. This was wrong in so many ways...!
+
+Finally, the rabbit's tongue wrapped around the pads of its hind paws, slurping them along with the bushy tail. His jaws finally relaxed before a few more gulps completely removed the lupine obstruction in his mouth. Mark gasped for air, feeling those legs kicking his mistreated esophagus to arrive at the glowing white chamber. He rubbed the aching muscles of his incredibly distended midriff, but the werewolf wasn't any less active once it was fully inside; in fact, quite the opposite. It kept pushing its paws and body on every inch of rabbit stomach that it could, whining and lapping its tongue all over the glowing white surface enthusiastically. Mark's 'belly pup' was euphoric and energetic; in its head, it must have felt like being enveloped by the full moon, letting the object of its utmost desire surround it from all sides.
+
+The lycanthrope's snout pushed against Mark's paw, followed by a muffled howl that pierced the silence of the forest. Mark had to cover his large sensitive ears at the coarse and drawn-out sound coming inches away from his head. The lagomorph felt completely humiliated, not least by the large weight inside of his own stomach immobilizing him. There was another howl right after – not coming from his guts, but elsewhere in the forest. Then another, more distant, joining the lupine harmony. And another one...!
+
+Crap... The last thing that Mark needed right now was to deal with more werewolves! The one inside of him called out to its kin once more, and the rabbit was completely powerless to stop it. He looked at the full moon up above, cursing that night in his mind...before he felt a new set of large claws reaching for his lips.

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+---
+title: Ruffling Some Feathers
+pubDate: 2023-02-18
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1000
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal size difference oral vore, willing feral male owl pred, semi-willing feral male snake prey.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_10_ruffling_some_feathers.png
+description: |
+  A sneaky snake switches to sudden snack, since he stopped Sovinne's sleep.
+
+  I'd created Muno for a different purpose, but since I wanted a story with snake prey, I thought, "why not just use him instead of making a new OC"? Also, I blame [Mr.Arcaneus](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mr.arcaneus)'s artwork for putting me in a bird/snake mood!
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  A sneaky snake switches to sudden snack, since he stopped Sovinne's sleep.
+
+  I'd created Muno for a different purpose, but since I wanted a story with snake prey, I thought, "why not just use him instead of making a new OC"? Also, I blame Mr.Arcaneus's artwork for putting me in a bird/snake mood!
+tags: ['Muno', 'oral vore', 'feral predator', 'feral prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'willing predator', 'semi-willing prey', 'size difference', 'flash fiction']
+next: bottom-of-the-food-chain
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  Muno: Bad Manners
+---
+
+Sovinne shifted in his sleep, feeling some minor discomfort. The brown saw-whet owl had been slumbering inside of the tree trunk hollow for the day, standing up with puffed up feathers. But he woke up when he felt something slick brushing against his skin, and yawned.
+
+"Mmmm...mm? ...WAH!"
+
+He jumped when his half-open eyes saw the source of that pressure: a snake, coiling around his body! Sovinne spread his wings to push it away, and that mint-colored reptile fell next to the bird's feet.
+
+"Woah– Oof!" The snake yelled back in surprise, getting his bearings after apparently waking up suddenly.
+
+"A snake!" The saw-whet owl screeched. "Who are you? W-Why were you trying to eat me?!"
+
+"I– What? No, no. I'm Muno." The snake introduced himself, his ultramarine tongue flicking out in the air. "I was just borrowing some of your warmth, since the cold out there can be pretty harsh for someone like me... I-I'm sorry for sneaking on you, that was ill-Mannered of me."
+
+"Sneaking?! You were grasping me! I know you were trying to eat me!"
+
+"L-Look, I'm sorry for coiling on you without asking, but I didn't want to disturb you, and I was kind of desperate. But look at me!" For emphasis, he motioned his tail tip over his mint-scaled body. "I'm too small to even try to eat you. And even if I could, I wouldn't!"
+
+"Pah! A likely story..." Sovinne scanned Muno's long body up and down. "Though you do look kind of small, now that you mention it. Small enough to fit in my beak, even..."
+
+The reptile's eyes bulged. "Ulp... M-Maybe I should just g-go my way– Ack!"
+
+The owl's black beak lunged at Muno's neck, grabbing and lifting most of his body off the ground. Sovinne's tongue wrapped over the dark gray plates of the snake's underside, tasting them. "Mm... Al'ost spicy... You taste weird!"
+
+"It's peppermint...– Wait, are YOU trying to eat me?"
+
+"Well, yeah! You scared 'e and wo'e 'e up... I thin' I deserve a tasty snack!" Sovinne gulped, and the snake's body bent to get shoved into his beak.
+
+"P-Please, stop." Muno tried to reason calmly. "How about I find you something else to eat...? T-Then you can let me go."
+
+"Nope! You're 'y food now."
+
+The saw-whet owl swallowed him more, feeling those coils bulge out his neck beneath his beak. Muno's head and body were dragged closer, as his neck was slurped and sucked. At least it was warm inside, so he didn't struggle much...but if he'd wanted to be the bird's snack in the first place, he'd have already jumped into the snoring owl's mouth, instead of coiling around him!
+
+Sovinne wasn't going to complain about a meal that wasn't fighting for its life or biting him. Especially since he'd grabbed the snake by his neck, and was essentially swallowing double his width than if he'd gone for one of Muno's extremities first instead. It was slower like this, but definitely more filling!
+
+"You a'e enjhoying thish," he spoke around the scales in his beak, gulping in between, "a'en't you?"
+
+"N-No?!" Muno feigned outrage. "I-I'd rather still be coiling around your feathers!"
+
+"Sho you 'on't hate it..."
+
+"W-Well, you see–" Another tug from Sovinne's throat, and his squamous head was getting dangerously close to his beak. "It was supposed to be a quick stop... I-I have places to be!"
+
+"There'sh on'y one p'ace you'll be going!"
+
+The owl opened his beak and swallowed, getting the back of Muno's skull in before he brought his wings closer to help push him in. The snake's tongue flicked at the feathers, his lapis lazuli slit eyes following the bird's agitation before his head was forcefully pushed into Sovinne's narrow beak. When he removed his wings, Muno's view of the tree hollow was mostly limited by the glistening pink maw and his own tail, some late afternoon light refracting on the transparent saliva that was clinging to the walls, tongue, and his consumed scales.
+
+They both felt when the weight of Muno's bend pressed against the bottom of the owl's stomach. Sovinne smirked – as best as an owl could with a scaly noodle sticking out from his beak – and swallowed harder, causing the light to disappear from the reptile's vision. The brown bird felt his bulge crawl down his neck with peristalsis, while he slurped more of the elongated mint-hued tail.
+
+Muno's face was pushed through the entrance to the dark chamber, coiling with the third-or-so of his body already matted in the slick juices of the groaning organ. He could do without the acrid-smelling goop, but thankfully it was quite warm – and more of his long body was being claimed away from the cold by the second. It wasn't the first time he'd ended up in a stomach, and it was far from the worst.
+
+Now that his beak wasn't so full, Sovinne found it quite easy to slurp the widest part of Muno's belly, taking a few more minutes to work over the rest of that funny-tasting tail. The clearly defined tubular bulges under his feathers, both on his neck and stomach, kept increasing until the end, but the bird of prey was disappointed that the sizable snack wasn't as squirmy as he'd hoped. Maybe the snake really didn't mind being eaten, after all... What a weird creature!
+
+Finally, the snake was swallowed a last time. "Urp! Aah... Well, that was pretty filling. Now you know your place. As food!" Sovinne chirped teasingly at his prey.
+
+Muno was forced to coil into a tightly-pressed ball. He sighed, if only out of mild inconvenience. "Yeah, yeah..."
+
+Once things had settled in the warm chamber, the snake closed his eyes, hoping to continue his interrupted nap until the saw-whet owl would decide to let him go.

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+---
+title: Spontaneous Sleepover
+pubDate: 2022-12-26
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1300
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal same size tail vore, willing anthro male squirrel pred, willing anthro female stoat prey, unwilling anthro female pangolin prey, public vore.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_8_spontaneous_sleepover.png
+description: |
+  Akene is tired after a long trip, and her new acquaintance is happy to provide a comfy bed - despite their mutual friend's protestations.
+tags: ['tail vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'female prey', 'trans female prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'unwilling prey', 'same size', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+Eulis couldn't contain her excitement. "I still can't believe you're here!" The pangolin took a bite off her burger, while grinning at the stoat sitting across the table. Akene was an online acquaintance of hers, and after years of only talking through a screen, she'd finally traveled all the way here for her vacation, to spend these next days with her friend, in the flesh.
+
+But Akene wasn't really eating anything, just staring down awkwardly and yawning.
+
+"Are you alright?" Eulis asked, and the stoat looked up at her.
+
+"Yeah, sorry, it's just jet lag... It's past 2AM back home."
+
+"Aww... But I want to do so much more for our first night, Ake! Talk with you, watch some movies. Did you even touch your food–?"
+
+"She's clearly tired, Eu." A male tufted ground squirrel who was accompanying them, Iwan, intervened. "She should just rest tonight."
+
+Iwan was Eulis's roommate, and had driven her to the airport for the stoat's arrival. But on their way back home, Eulis had insisted that they stopped by her favorite restaurant, an American-themed diner. Now, the pangolin was getting flustered about her friend's lack of enthusiasm.
+
+"What?" She retorted to Akene, ignoring Iwan. "You don't like it?"
+
+"No, it's just...! I can't really think right now, Eu. I just want to go to bed, really..."
+
+The pangolin jumped from her seat, annoyed. "I need to use the restroom." She grumbled before stomping away. Iwan was left to deal with the stoat.
+
+"Don't mind her, sometimes Eu can be–"
+
+The girl interrupted him. "You said you're Iwan, right? Her squirrel roommate with the comfy tail that she keeps telling me about?"
+
+"Y-Yes... I guess?" His fluffy red tail flicked in the air.
+
+"She said that it can open and serve as a Manner of portable sleeping bag... Is that true?"
+
+"Yeah... But why did she–"
+
+She stared at the ground squirrel's long appendage now lying on the diner couch, and ran a paw over its tufted fur. "Would you...y'know...right now?"
+
+Iwan sighed. Normally he wouldn't do this in public, but he didn't like how the pangolin was treating her guest tonight, and Akene seemed awfully tired. "Fine. Just be quick before Eu is back."
+
+The hairs on the tail's tip were splitting in half, revealing an opening to the black insides. Eulis had described it to her as 'a tailmaw', but it looked like a dry tunnel with cushioned walls. It was inviting enough for the exhausted stoat, who jumped in headfirst without hesitation.
+
+It was odorless and not particularly warm, but Akene could feel her own body heat getting trapped, so it would probably get even cozier when she was fully in. It also didn't move around her, no pulsing or pulling or noises, giving her even more of a feeling that it was a sleeping bag which just happened to be attached to a tufted ground squirrel's backside. Either way, the organ seemed long enough to accommodate her whole body, even when she was fully stretched out.
+
+After shuffling the rest of the way, the entrance closed after her feet, locking out any lights or sounds from the restaurant. Akene shifted a bit, feeling how it was like a cocoon of silky pillows, holding her in place from every direction, but not too tightly. The stoat remembered when Eulis had revealed that she'd ask Iwan to sleep here every now and then, but honestly? This was even better than her real bed back in her home country. Before she drifted off to a wonderful dream, Akene decided that the next morning, she'd ask the red squirrel if he would let her spend every night of her vacation in his tail.
+
+The whole process took less than two minutes. Eulis came back from her break, and the squirrel made no attempt to hide his bulging tail from her – better than pretending that the stoat had disappeared in a foreign country, he supposed.
+
+"Seriously, Iwan?!" The pangolin yelled in their native tongue. "We had plans for tonight!"
+
+"Look, she wasn't feeling up to it. Let her rest, and then tomorrow you two–"
+
+"Let her out." She demanded, and sprung onto his tail.
+
+He got up to dodge her, and his tail slumped from the seat onto the floor. Thankfully, the impact was cushioned by his insides, and Akene's sleep should've remained undisturbed.
+
+"Stop it, Iwan!"
+
+"Eu, please... You're making a scene." He looked around at the other people in the diner, customers and diner alike staring back.
+
+"No, -you- are making a scene...! Hmph!" The pangolin leapt down to the floor and tried to pry open his tail. The ring gave in, but she could only see the black cushions, with no sign of the stoat. "Come on, lower that tongue!"
+
+It wasn't a 'tongue', but more of a flap that could divide his tail into two separate but equal chambers. Shoving her face, chest and arms into the lower one, she was trying to sneak her fingers around the seams from the inside. Eulis was being quite obnoxious, so Iwan decided on how to deal with her right now.
+
+The tip of his red tail suddenly flexed towards the ceiling, causing most of the orange-armored pangolin to slump into the bag. It also helped that he could temporarily distend his chamber further out to minimize friction, letting gravity do most of the work for him. He hugged his own tail and lifted it, giving it a few shakes to make her upside-down legs slide until she was fully contained within black cushioned walls. Eulis was putting up quite a fight – one that she knew she couldn't win –, but hopefully, Iwan reasoned, she would calm down and join her friend in slumber before long.
+
+When he was done, and the opening of his tailmaw was completely shut once more, he carefully placed the fluffy appendage onto the ground. The large tail was laying flat due to the weight, engorged and squirming clearly, plain to see by everyone else in the diner. Some people were surprised, while others mostly ignored the whole scene, or pretended to. A warty pig wearing an apron – the restaurant's owner and chef – approached Iwan.
+
+"Hey, Hadi." The tufted ground squirrel addressed him. "Mind if I go to your rooftop again?"
+
+The pig stared blankly back at him. "Not at all. Should I put it all on Eu's tab?"
+
+"Ah. No, I'll pay for mine." He handed him some cash from his pocket. "Keep the change."
+
+Hadi grunted in acceptance and walked to their table, while Iwan headed to the staircase in the back. His tail was being dragged across the floor behind him, but other than a bit heavy, it wasn't troublesome at all, and he already knew that the individual stairs couldn't really hurt or even disturb his occupants, thanks to his organ's incredible softness.
+
+After climbing all of the steps, he stepped outside through the unlocked metal door. There were some sounds of cars on the roads, and a few lights from the buildings and poles in the neighborhood, but Iwan didn't mind it. The squirrel's tail was almost completely still, so Eulis should have been at least half-asleep. As he'd learned from his previous incursions up here, the inside of his appendage was completely insulated and comfortable, so his occupants wouldn't hear the sounds of the night town at all.
+
+But with his tail filled like this, it meant that it was also warm and firm enough to serve as an outdoor mattress for him. Perhaps not as cozy as an actual bed, but much better than the hard concrete under his shoes. Iwan carefully lounged with his back against the tail to look up at the night sky. Once he woke up tomorrow, he'd let the two well-rested girls out and drive them home. For now, the squirrel simply tried to make out the dim stars from the urban light-polluted sky. Whenever he slept outdoors with a friend or two in his tail, this pastime was always his favorite part.

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+title: Taken In
+pubDate: 2024-01-22
+authors:
+  - Bad Manners
+wordCount: 5900
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal same size oral vore, with willing male feral hybrid pred (mimic x maned wolf), unwilling PoV anthro prey, and full tour.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_17_taken_in.png
+description: |
+  A silly little story where I re-imagine my sona as a feral! It was a fun concept to play with. One more quick PoV story before I go back to the usual 3rd person narration style. I hope you still enjoy it!
+tags: ['Sam Brendan', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'ambiguous gender prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'oral vore', 'full tour', 'point of view']
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  'Sam Brendan': Bad Manners
+---
+
+Clank! Shuffle! Crunch! The sounds outside are too loud to be stopped by the walls in your room, and you jolt awake.
+
+Ugh, and you were finally in deep sleep...
+
+You check the time, and it's still too early to be out of bed. The sun hasn't even risen yet. But the commotion continues outside, forcing you to get up and investigate.
+
+It's probably some wild animal messing with the trash, you think to yourself. You navigate through your place in the dark and out the door, too tired to worry about your own safety. You don't even bother to lock it behind you as you leave.
+
+There's nobody outside, with only dim streetlights to illuminate the empty street. It seems you're the only one who bothers to investigate the noise, and it definitely sounds like it's coming from a metal trashcan. Or more precisely, from something messing with it, with no regard for the neighborhood's peace and quiet.
+
+When you get close enough, you find some animal with its upper half inside of the metal bin. It's too big to be a raccoon, or even a fox. You can only see its long, furry legs and tail sticking out from the cylinder as it continues to nose its contents.
+
+You can't tell what species it is without looking at its face, but the feral might be a dog or a wolf. Its coat is quite unusual, green with white patterns at the back. The paws and the tip of its tail are also colorless, except for its bright green pawpads, and some light teal spots between body and limbs. An unusual coloration, for sure – you imagine that the tones don't offer the creature much in terms of camouflage, out in the wild...
+
+As it continues to scavenge the trash can for food, and make a ruckus while at it, you slowly approach it without any sense of danger. It doesn't really give wolf vibes, so maybe it's just a weird breed of dog? If it's an escaped pet, it might be wearing a collar — hopefully, it'll have the owner's phone number engraved on a tag.
+
+"Easy, boy..."
+
+You call out in a whisper, instinctively assuming that the animal is a 'he'. The slim and fuzzy creature stops, hearing your groggy voice even while constantly bumping against the metal walls, and pulls himself out from the can.
+
+As you step back, you can see his front side when he turns on all fours towards you. The front paws are similar to the hind ones. Definitely canine, with a gradient that goes from white to green, and teal at the middle. Sadly, you can't get a good view of his face, as he's carrying a sizable object with his snout. Something rectangular, which he must've fished out of the trash. Your tired eyes have to adjust to the bad lighting in order to process the blurry image, but the defining features of the gray texture and the handle at the top clear up any confusion.
+
+"Is that a...metal briefcase?" You ask yourself, and the strange dog simply tilts his head to the side.
+
+The container hiding his head also rolls along, only letting you spot his large ears. They are too big for a dog, so his species can't be that, either. Maybe a maned wolf, then...? It'd certainly explain why he's got such long legs...! But they aren't from around here, you're pretty sure. He might be an exotic pet that has escaped, one without a collar. Maybe he was looking for food, and smelled something tasty inside of the briefcase.
+
+"It's okay, boy..." You slowly approach him with a cutesy voice, careful that he might get aggressive, drop the case, and bite you. Do maned wolves even get rabies?
+
+Your bluff about him being domesticated seems right on the money, as he doesn't seem alarmed by you at all. He sits down, slowly wagging his tail like a huge brush as he eagerly awaits. You can't see his eyes, but it definitely feels like he's staring at you – even with the metal box in the way.
+
+One of your hands moves to the back of his head, holding the base of his ear. His fur is so silky and warm! You can't help it but give it a few rubs. He seems to immediately like your scritches, thumping one of his legs against the floor and panting excitedly. He certainly sounds just like a dog, making you wonder if maned wolves also bark like them.
+
+"Good boy..." You whisper to him, stopping the scritches to give his head a couple of pats.
+
+He replies with a happy whine, and your hand brushes against the back of the briefcase. He still hasn't let go of his prized possession. Either that, or – you think to yourself – it may be stuck to his face... Poor thing, that must be it! Of course, domesticated or not, the best thing that you can do for the maned wolf is get his face free. That's simply the logical line of reasoning.
+
+You squat to his height. Your other hand approaches the friendly canine, and each one holds the aluminum briefcase by the edges. Then you grasp it and start pulling slowly. It's weird, the metal almost feels warm to the touch...
+
+His head moves along with it, and he starts growling like a dog that doesn't want to let go of his toy. You mentally apologize for the temporary discomfort you might be causing, but the briefcase is stuck harder than you thought. If so, this unfortunate canine could've been starving for hours, or more...! His growls don't matter – it will be over soon, once you manage to get this blasted thing off.
+
+You start pulling harder, but the briefcase simply won't budge! In turn, the maned wolf growls harder at you, and then...hisses at you? Isn't that more of a feline thing...? Regardless, the aluminum case doesn't seem to move an inch. Even though it feels stuck to the creature's face, it almost seems to bulge forward as he continues to hiss...
+
+"...Wh-What?"
+
+It's hard to tell under the awful streetlight, but for a moment, out of the corner of your eye, you swear that you just saw something, slithering in the middle of the maned wolf's face...
+
+The slight distraction causes you to lose your balance, falling back and pulling the maned wolf on top of you. Lying flat against the hard sidewalk, his canine forepaws pin your chest down. He's not too heavy that it hurts, but you notice how he's about the same size as you. But something more urgent calls your attention. He still has that briefcase on his head, almost against your own face – and you can see an opening in the middle.
+
+The metal deforms and bends, not unlike skin or some other organic tissue. A symmetrical slit begins to expand and part the rectangular surface into an upper and a lower half. A pair of jaws. It opens just enough to reveal a set of long and jagged teeth along the vertical direction – and a yellowish tongue that looks more like an octopus tentacle without its suckers. The maw twists into something like a smile, and the maned wolf wags his tail as the slobbery appendage drags over your face.
+
+Panic sets into you. Suddenly face to face with monstrous mandibles, your instincts tell you to fear for your life before those razor-sharp fangs can sink into your skin. You squirm and struggle, trying to get out from underneath this 'maned wolf'.
+
+He makes no effort to keep you down, and slips to one side while you roll to the other. The creature yelps before falling with his back against the trash can, knocking it over with a loud 'clang!' that rings in your ears. Adrenaline rushes through your bloodstream, and you quickly get up to run back to your door.
+
+Maybe the beast wasn't trying to eat you. But that thought immediately gets shoved to the back of your mind, as you are still too frightened to think about whether you should've given it a second chance. Right now, your only priority is making your way home, and locking the door for safety.
+
+Each step as you sprint feels like it's in slow-motion. You don't even pay attention to whether there's anyone else around the street to cry out to, and running seems like your best call of making it out of this hunt.
+
+Finally, you're back at the entrance to your place. Relief washes over you... But suddenly, something grabs your body and constricts you like a lasso. You lose your balance and fall forward.
+
+"Oof...!"
+
+Thankfully, the appendage coiling around your chest and arms cushions your fall. You can hear excited murrs behind you. It's clear that the creature gave chase after you, catching up before you could make it inside – and, quite literally, catching your fall with his tongue. It feels so slimy and fleshy, drooling over your constrained ribs. You struggle some more, but the tentacle's grip is almost like a vise's.
+
+Then, you can feel warm slobber much further down your body. The tip of your feet are quickly engulfed by his maw – that terrifying, ravenous opening. You don't even look, squirming harder and trying to pull your legs free. He keeps his tongue around you, preventing you from getting up again. Your ankles brush against the inside of his maw, wet flesh against your skin. His mouth is as wide as the briefcase he has for a face. It has no issue squeezing your limbs towards his throat.
+
+"H-Help..." Your voice comes out weak after the initial shock. Your only choice now is to hope a passerby can hear your pleas. "Someone! Please help–pmMFmf...!"
+
+Before you even have the chance to shout, something gags you. It's the yellow tip of the creature's incredibly long tongue, forcing itself between your jaws and pinning down your own tongue! Yuck... It tastes like saliva – but also citric? Not what you expected...
+
+Then again, having a beast's tongue pry your lips open as it devours you alive was the last thing you'd expected when you left to check the noise outside your place.
+
+His surprisingly versatile muscle does an unfortunately great job at keeping you quiet and still, helping the voracious animal consume you whole. ...Which does /seem/ weird, and begs the question. If it wanted to devour you, why go to such lengths to immobilize you and eat you alive?
+
+First of all, you're too big. There's no way it can swallow you whole...right? Besides, with the daggers protruding from his monstrous gums, he could have shredded you to pieces. But even as you feel the pearly spires brushing against your lubricated calves while struggling, his tongue seems to do its best to guide you through the gap between them, leaving you unscathed.
+
+Unable to do much, you look back at it. The sight of your feet disappearing between the two rows of fangs is terrifying – but you can feel them in his throat. When you struggle, you catch a glimpse of bulges moving in his neck. His back legs are straightened vertically, and his forepaws are low against the ground. This twisted maned wolf almost looks like a playful pup...and the tail wagging wildly behind him seems to confirm it. He seems to be eating you alive not just for food, but for fun.
+
+Well, you can't say you're sharing in any of that fun. You thrash and grunt helplessly, yet you continue to gradually vanish within the lime green confines of the unnatural canine. The bulge in his neck slowly shifts down to his chest and belly, distending his slim abdomen with your own limbs. The dry, clean appearance of his furred midriff doesn't reflect the sensations around your feet – it's hot, slimy, and tight inside. He shouldn't be eating you... He /can't/ be eating you! You aren't meant to be food!
+
+Keeping you down on the ground, he slowly scoots closer, maneuvering his parted jaws around you to claim you. One of your arm slips free from his tongue's grip, and you reach for the first thing you see – your doormat. You grab it and toss it against your assailant, but it misses and flops pathetically to the side.
+
+The briefcase-faced creature is completely unfazed, simply fitting the last of your legs into his mouth with more gulps. He begins working up your hips with no signs of stopping, and your knees get forced through his cardiac sphincter, bending to fit more into his tight stomach. It's surprising (and disturbing) how much his can distend to fit a large prey, just like a snake.
+
+His tongue seems too busy plugging your mouth, making sure that you aren't making any sounds that may alarm your neighbors. Though considering how no one bothered to investigate all the noise earlier, it seems unlikely to you that anyone would even respond to your calls for help.
+
+Regardless, you still have a free hand, and you tap around the ground for anything else that you can grab onto or throw at him again. It's hard to move your eyes or focus, but you can't really find anything. Your time is running short. Unless you want to become maned wolf food, you need to think of something.
+
+With his tongue being the only thing you can reach, you grab back the slick appendage that was just holding your arm fast. It's smooth and slippery, and not really a pleasant texture to have between your fingers. It's hard to keep your grip on it, but you pull on it and try to get it out from your mouth.
+
+The beast only seems to enjoy the fight you're putting up. It starts making sharp, repeated noises – a hyena's laughter, perhaps...? As he mimics yet again the sounds of a completely different animal, he keeps wolfing you down as quickly as before, or maybe even faster.
+
+Your other arm, pinned against your ribs, sinks in against the squishy floor of his maw. The touch of tight walls and warm saliva reaches your fingertips. Your lower body has been crammed into his belly, squeezed as compactly as it can be. Despite your size, you fear that he may have just enough room to take in all of you.
+
+With your upper body slipping down the back of his maw, he's forced to readjust the serpentine coil of his tongue. His entire pose shifts, craning his neck upwards and standing tall on all fours to lift your head off the ground. With gravity on his side, the constant tug from his throat is more potent. His greenish tongue moves up your body, wrapping itself around your face and slobbering you as it steals your flavor... All without its tip ever leaving your mouth.
+
+You continue to pull on the probing muscle. Your chances of breaking free on your own are nearly null. No matter how stretched his stomach might already be, the beast likely won't be satisfied until the rest of you slides down the slope of his esophagus. Your last recourse is to call for help, one last time.
+
+His jaws relax a bit after your shoulders squeeze into his gullet, and his swallows only get louder and closer to your ears. Your head is still smooshed by the tongue wrapped around it, slithering like a tentacle across your skin. Your whole body is drenched in his slobber by now. It's getting tighter around your arm, and thus harder to keep trying to yank his muscly appendage out.
+
+But for a moment, its unforgiving strength wanes. You finally manage to yank the appendage and ungag yourself...! But you need a moment to sputter all of his drool from your mouth before you can speak. Once it's clear, you can yell.
+
+"S-Somebody–!"
+
+Unfortunately, it's too little too late. This single moment cut short by a snap of his jaws, his teeth clacking less than an inch away from your face. The frail light from the lamppost turns into complete darkness, and your gaze is confronted with the squelching, hungry reality of your situation.
+
+With just a single gulp, you slip away from his maw entirely.
+
+The peristaltic tunnel hugs the contours of your face even more greedily than his tongue did. It feels like being shoved into a stuffy bag – a wet, tight, groaning bag. You still want to shout for help, but a part of you knows full well that your words will fall on deaf ears. You lost, and the animal has claimed his quarry.
+
+Compressed into the tightest ball that your flexibility allows, your upper half curls past the bend at the bottom of his gullet. It's not a loose fit, but at least the pressure doesn't hurt. The tautened wrinkles of his stomach massage your muscles, making sure that your body won't be sore from the stress that the walls inherently force onto you. That's one less worry for your stay in his organ, at least – though now your worries shift to how long that stay might be.
+
+Given what stomachs normally excel at, your prospects are not great, admittedly. The walls, probably green-hued like his tongue, churn around you with careless abandon, likely treating you no different from a large clump of food. Despite that, the damp air is breathable, and the slime sluicing around you doesn't cause you any harm. Maybe this creature can't really digest you, or maybe it won't. You can only guess – and hope.
+
+Nevertheless, the creepy-looking canid starts walking – it's easy to tell when the chamber sloshes and sways with your weight. You can hear his happy heartbeat as he heads somewhere after his satiating meal. Thankfully, there isn't anything else in his stomach other than you and his sluices. His trashcan scavenging must have been a flop, you figure... And you are (relatively) lucky to have been the only thing he has eaten tonight.
+
+Suddenly, the movement stops, and you are flipped against your side. The whole place shifts as the ravenous animal lies down on his side, keeping his extremely bulged out stomach against a soft surface. You can hear when he starts purring like a cat, rumbling the walls around you in his pleased state.
+
+As if all of this already isn't demeaning enough, something outside of his stomach starts pressing and rubbing the wall against you. It's too small and long to be one of his paws, and it makes a subtle 'shlick... shlick...' noise each time that it presses into his fur... Is he licking his own belly? Why would he do such a thing? Is he trying to comfort you...?
+
+Well, it would certainly explain why you saw him wagging his tail playfully earlier – although you were more focused on escaping his metallic lips –, and why his body isn't interested in breaking you down like food. This is all simply dumb fun for him, at your expense. A twisted entertainment for a twisted being. At one point, you considered that you'd judged it too harshly... But then again, you /did/ end up in the belly of the beast, and you don't really have a choice except to trust in his good intentions – if he really has any.
+
+The licks seem to stop, and you figure that you might as well try talking to it. He may be feral, but with the artificial-looking face of his, he's not your usual feral. Perhaps he can understand language.
+
+"H-Hey, uhh, boy..." You speak out, trying to avoid the gastric mucus from getting onto your mouth. "You maned wolf...briefcase...thingy. Can you hear me?"
+
+His body shakes around you briefly, reverberating with a soft cat-like trill. That doesn't really say much about his sapience.
+
+"Umm... Do you think you can let me out? Please...?"
+
+Silence. You try to adjust your position, but the walls cradle you tightly. You ask him again, but you can only hear the idle sounds of your predator's body. Then, you finally hear something else in return: his gentle, cute snores. He fell asleep with you in his stomach...
+
+Well, then. This isn't good. It could be worse – but matter of fact, it seems that you're stuck in this creature for now. Your limbs are compressed, so there isn't any way of struggling or escaping on your own. Stuck in a stomach, against your volition. You can only hope that his organ won't get active while he's unconscious. Other than that, there's nothing you can do. All that you can do is wait and see.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Despite the creature's peaceful slumber, and how tired you feel, you can't really catch any sleep. Forced into a fetal position, you are constantly disturbed by rolling wrinkles and their low groans. The air is heavy and sour, even though it's breathable. Slime keeps clinging to your skin, unable to be brushed off as it coats the entire chamber.
+
+Time doesn't seem to move, and you can't tell if it's been minutes or hours. By now, you wish that you'd been asleep all along, that this had all been a nightmare you'll simply wake up from... But it was all blatantly real – the creature with an unprecedented appearance really had consumed you whole. If only you knew what it was, you could figure out how to escape its clutches. Maybe.
+
+The walls turn and squish, constantly creating a vacuum between the flesh and your skin, making squelches when the gaps are filled with gastric sluices. It's a persistent suction along your trapped body. If this wasn't his literal stomach, you could mistake it for some weird massage, where his inactive acids served as some acrid lotion.
+
+Suddenly, the walls stop and churn louder. The low sound isn't pleasant, especially from inside. It shakes your whole body with its rumble. The walls uncomfortably contract and smoosh you tighter. You fear that this is finally the moment when the creature's nefarious intentions get revealed, and his digestive system will make short work of you.
+
+You feel a shift at the parts furthest from the stomach's entrance. Suddenly, there's some new space manifesting at the bottom, beside your butt. Your body is slowly eased into the opening by the muscles, and you can feel the heat and smoothness creeping up your skin.
+
+Knowing that you aren't being digested is a huge relief but it doesn't change your situation. If anything, it only means you'll be sent even deeper into this feral's guts. After the stomach comes the intestines, of course – which doesn't give you much comfort. Supposedly, this initial part of the long tubes should be even more efficient at breaking down food than the first chamber. But your experience so far tells you it won't be that simple, for better or worse.
+
+More and more of these new walls, taut and smooth, replace the cushy folds from before. Since your predator is about your size, there isn't much physical space in here for you. It feels less like you're actually slipping deeper, and more like his whole body is expanding and contracting, readjusting itself around you.
+
+Like the rest of his anatomy so far, the snug spot is stretched way beyond an ordinary creature's capacity. The walls of the duodenum, much tighter and more uniform, are coated in that same pervasive slime from before. Overshadowed by the myriad sounds of his gastrointestinal system, you hear something akin to a purr. Your captor is surely having pleasant dreams with the large mass hidden within him, adding even more insult to injury.
+
+After your head passes through the pyloric sphincter, there's thankfully no huge discomfort. Still, this place manages to be worse than the last. It's just as loud in here, the flesh has even less give, and the juices slathering your body are thicker.
+
+Your only hope really seems to be waiting it out, making more progress slowly but surely. But how long is that going to take? ...How long has it already taken? What if the creature wakes up, and forces you to stay even longer?! That won't do! Since there's no help on the way, your best bet is to try and exit before he wakes up.
+
+With nothing to lose, you try to squirm again. Unexpectedly, the walls clearly shift in turn. They are slippery enough, and your movements help the muscles' natural disposition to push chyme deeper in. It's still sending you the opposite way from the closest exit – but at least you manage to find a sliver of agency.
+
+It's still a cramped and uncomfortable fit. More of the sluices slobber you up, not ruining your skin more than it already has been ruined, yet lubing it up in turn. Your squirms continue to dig a path, slightly making headway past the entrance of his intestines.
+
+The tunnel groans, likely from being filled past its any reasonable limit with something that shouldn't be there – a living being, big and squirmy. The fact that you are even conscious to experience all of this is a tragic miracle.
+
+With enough back and forth, the texture changes around your feet. Instead of smooth, it's bumpy and soft, like a bunch of squishy buds. Fidgeting like this is a tiring process, but you don't imagine yourself getting any rest as long as you're surrounded by the hostile creature. You slip into the small intestines, and instead of muscles lined with gooey mucus, there are many villi brushing against your limbs.
+
+Like myriad tendrils, the walls brush and tickle your tightly compacted body, now nestled in the tightest part of the tract. There's a more noticeable peristalsis from the walls compared to the duodenum, intended to guide whatever ends up in here through the long and winding path of absorbent tissues. It's at this stage that his body finally agrees about how you don't belong here – and its autonomous movements draw you through the tortuously long journey that will follow.
+
+You try to wriggle, but your mind and body are in in a numb haze. Less so from the environment – which is equally distant from amenable and intolerable –, and more from your lack of energy and sleep. Whatever vigor you can muster is spent fidgeting, to push yourself through seemingly unending flesh.
+
+The slimy lubrication on your skin slowly rubs off on the villi, making your skin less sticky as it's recycled back into the body.
+
+You are unable to fall asleep, no matter how much your physiology craves it. But the harsh environment forces your hand with its unsettling cacophony. Sore and tired, your muscles continue to thrash within his muscles, but the progress is literally palpable from the many protrusions lining the walls moving past your head.
+
+From outside, it wouldn't seem like much has happened after you'd been consumed – just a person-sized bulge occasionally moving a few inches here and there. But after many bends and twists, the walls relent a little, stretching further out as you approach the end of the small intestines. The worst leg of the journey is finally over... Though other than a thinner coat of slime than before, and extreme exhaustion, there's not much to show for it.
+
+Then, you hear a musical sound, muffled by flesh as it comes from outside. But you know this ringtone, it's the alarm going off on your phone. Has it been this long already...? At least, you have an idea of how many hours you've spent trapped in these detestable tunnels.
+
+Still, how come you can hear your alarm? You thought you'd left your phone at home when you went out to check the noise. Unless... Oh! The dots finally connect in your fatigued head. The creature must've made his way into your room in order to sleep.
+
+The briefcase-faced animal stretches on your mattress, and the intestine clenches you as he yawns. His most minute stirs cause everything to shift around. The alarm has clearly caused him to awaken, and without you to turn it off, you two might be listening to it on repeat for who knows how long.
+
+Your surroundings move again, and then the phone goes silent. What?! Did he–? ...What Manner of beast even knows how to even disable an alarm?
+
+"H-Hey!" You call out, realizing the creature may be sapient after all. "Can you let me out?"
+
+The feral doesn't reply, except by slumping his weight onto you. It makes things harder and more flustering. He simultaneously pants like a dog and purrs like a cat, seemingly enjoying your mass lodged deep in his intestines. Thankfully, the walls continue to gently squeeze you further out rather than in, and with the promise of freedom lurking so closely, you keep squirming against his tight flesh.
+
+Finally, you feel your ankles brush against another sphincter. It's gotta be the bend leading to his large intestines! Unfortunately, it seems closed off, thanks to the tunnel being pinched by him lying on his belly. No matter how much you struggle, there's no way you can make any headway without his cooperation.
+
+"I-I'm stuck...!" You whisper to yourself in frustration. "Please..."
+
+As you bemoan, the creature seems to acknowledge this – with a gloating bird's chirp, no less. Everything shifts and sways as your predator turns over, no longer grinding his belly against the mattress. Instead, two objects squeeze the walls near the top. You imagine that the beast is kneading his own guts with his forepaws. It temporarily takes away some precious space, but dislodges you through bowels once more.
+
+You wonder if your captor even understood your plea, but he appears to agree that you've overstayed your 'welcome'. You're in no position to deny this improbable aid, but eager to finally leave the winding intestines behind.
+
+Finally, it's time to go spelunking into his large bowels, the last of the tunnels. His massage spills you into the wrinkly chamber in no time, earning you a quaking stream of playful growls. Of course, he seems to love having you in there... The beast continues to make joyful moans that sound so alien, from animals you don't recognize.
+
+Still, with newfound resolve, you prepare yourself for this final trial. It's much easier and quicker to make progress in this wide and linear section of his gastrointestinal system. The bigger folds roll around you as your curled body trudges through each corner. It definitely smells in here too, but your nose is too familiar with it to be bothered.
+
+It's still hard to believe that you went through all of this. That you took a meal's route, forcefully balled-up this whole time; that you managed to use what little and precious resources were at disposal; and, most of all, that you survived. But it's too early to celebrate.
+
+Your toes brush against yet another sphincter, one with much thicker muscles than the others. As your weight is forced against it, the beast pants and heaves his belly, flipping you around. From the way your surroundings are inclined, he's likely getting into position to push you out.
+
+He strains himself and pants, putting a lot of effort into passing you. NOW he cares about getting you out of his body. Still, beggars can't be choosers, and you fidget to try and push your toes through the anal barrier.
+
+Finally, your feet slip out, and the creature lets out a soft whine. You can feel a slight draft – it's so cold compared to these innards –, but it's such a relief to finally move your toes and not brush against another one of his walls! But your extremities are still covered in slime, and it follows them to the outer world. It dreadfully dawns on you that the creature is still standing on your mattress.
+
+"Not on the bed!" You shout out panickedly. "Not on the– A-Ack...!"
+
+But it's too late, and the creature doesn't bother to readjust himself. He strains harder, forcing your face against the rectal wall while the bowel compresses you outward. More of your ankles and butt get freed, but his anus continues to grip you. Your upper half can barely wriggle in his clenching tunnel, meaning your freedom is subject to his pace.
+
+These seconds feel like an eternity, slowly feeling your grimy body being deposited onto the soft bed that you'd just cleaned. In a few more moments, your bent legs fully slip out, and they slowly stretch once they find more space. Your knees and muscles feel so sore and weak. The abuse they had to endure finally catches up once they are allowed to move. But they are intact, like the rest of you – and frankly, you can't really ask for more right now.
+
+Your chest feels lighter once it reaches the other side, and his pucker quickly releases your shoulders as well, growing less tight around the smaller girth of your neck. Only your head remains to be released. You can't wait to get some fresh air, but your arms feel too much like jelly to push against the creature's hinds and free yourself immediately.
+
+One more squeeze from the feral is all that remains, and the last of his strain, your head slumps onto the bed along with the enveloping slime. Still mostly curled up in a ball, you sputter the sluices coating your lips and the rest of your body.
+
+The morning light strains your eyes, after getting used to the complete darkness of your captor's insides. The foul smell with the slight hint of lime is perceptible against the fresh air of your room. You shiver as his enveloping warmth quickly dissipates once exposed to the elements.
+
+You're finally free, but your body and mind are both too weak after the ordeal. The better part of tonight has been spent inside of this voracious creature, writhing about instead of getting some much needed rest. Far from a pleasant journey, you wish that you could erase it from your head – but for better or worse, you are alive and free from the beast's clutches.
+
+But the fluffy perpetrator is still standing on the bed with you. Carefully avoiding any stains from getting to his fur, he jumps off and brings his metallic face close to yours. You can only stare, with anger and scorn, at the rectangular surface. He has no eyes, but this...thing is clearly looking right back at you.
+
+Then, the briefcase starts to split again, forcing you to realize that the feral still has razor-sharp teeth, a prehensile tongue, and an empty stomach – and you can barely move as he approaches.
+
+"N-No," you beg hoarsely. "No more..."
+
+With your spent energy, you can only muster to lift your fingers. The beast's maw follows them, watching the greenish ooze between the digits. Then, it happily licks your hand and purrs, replacing slime with saliva in a lacking attempting at cleaning them.
+
+Satisfied with his little show of affection, his tongue retracts into his maw. He closes his jaws, hiding the terrifying features within. As if nothing had happened, he heads to the half-open door, tail wagging on his back, and leaps out into the world, leaving you with even more questions.
+
+You simply stare blankly, fully aware that you're a filthy, aching, sorry mess that smells like canine guts. As the sun shines brightly outside, you collapse against the slimy pool on your bed, before dozing off for some extremely overdue sleep.

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+title: Tasting High Consequences
+pubDate: 2023-04-20
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 6000
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal oral vore, with willing feral female boar pred, unwilling similar size anthro female moth-dragon hybrid prey, and unwilling micro anthro female serpent prey. Also includes object vore, fantasy combat, and cannabis.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_9_tasting_high_consequences.png
+description: |
+  Cabira's plans for a blazing night go up in smoke.
+
+  Not much to say about this one in particular. Just a fun and short-ish 4/20 story, 'cause why the hell not. Probably the quickest pace I've worked on for the writing stage, getting around 5600 words done in 2 days. My usual process for standalone stories like this one goes something along the lines of: premise > research > summary > writing > editing. The last step, editing, typically inflates the final word count by 5% as I add more clarification or last minute ideas to certain sections, that's why that number doesn't match the actual word count. Research also took about 2 days, which is probably too much for a short story, but when it takes that long, it's normally a sign that I was having too much fun coming up with ideas, which was definitely the case here! Anyway, I doubt this is interesting to anyone other than me, but this part of the description now feels sufficiently padded out, so I'll leave it at that.
+tags: ['oral vore', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'female predator', 'female prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'unwilling prey', 'similar size', 'micro prey', 'object vore']
+---
+
+Cabira returned home from the guild, having turned in her bounty for the day. It was a simple task, slaying those pestilent slimes... They were dangerous to farmers' crops and animals, but clobbering them with her mace once would disintegrate the invasive, mindless creatures. Maybe twice, for some of the big ones. After collecting their hearts and turning them in as proof of the deed, Cabira made it out of the guild with her reward, a small pouch jingling with coins. Though she was more interested in her plans for the night than the silver she'd gotten for the menial task, the smiling moth-dragon let her long and fluffy tail swish happily behind her wings while she walked to the inn.
+
+She had been excited all day to sit back and relax, and finally smoke some cannabis she'd managed to snag from the usual traveling merchant. It'd been a long week of doing unimportant jobs such as culling monsters that attacked plowing fields, or hauling stuff around... Stuff that was beneath an adventurer of Cabira's caliber – and that maybe these farmers themselves could handle –, but still paid decently enough. Besides, it killed some time, before she and Terra could finally set off and continue with their real quest. Hopefully, it wouldn't take another whole season until that diary had been deciphered, and they could finally leave this town...
+
+Cabira headed upstairs to her inn room, zoning out from the other guests remarking about the yellowish-beige moth-dragon hybrid's appearance as she passed them by, and entered her place. She headed straight to her quarters, closing another door to make sure that Terra would keep out as Cabira smoked. Setting down her pack and coin pouch, but still clad in armor, the moth-dragon immediately darted to the weed's super secret hiding spot, feeling for the jar taped to the underside of one of her wardrobe's drawers... But it wasn't there anymore. She felt over the whole area, and checked if it had fallen to the lower drawer, or behind the wardrobe. No luck.
+
+The hybrid tossed all of her clothes out, and checked last month's hiding spot... And the previous one... Nope. Her cannabis had simply vanished. She could have assumed that it was misplaced, but Cabira knew her companion too well. She slammed her quarters' door open, and shouted across the inn room:
+
+"TERRAAAAAAAA!"
+
+It took a few moments until the slow, but unfaltering thumping of Terra's steps could be heard creaking on the old house's flooring. Cabira set down her weapon on a table, sat down on her bed, crossed her arms, and wore her most furious expression before a large boar appeared in her doorway. The moth-dragon had found Terra years ago when she was a much smaller cub, alone and missing its parents, and she pitied for the scared squeaker. She thought that it was simply a feral creature, but as the moth-dragon nurtured her, Terra soon showed to be completely sentient. As she reached maturity, her body also grew to an enormous size, and she was just wide enough to have to squeeze through most doors. At almost twice Cabira's size, and easily seven times as heavy, the large-tusked brown boar grew much larger than the tiny kitten-sized piglet she'd rescued.
+
+However, when Cabira spoke to her companion, her tone showed dissatisfaction. "...Why do you have puppy eyes already? I didn't even say why I'm mad."
+
+"S-Sorry." Terra replied in her deep, growly voice, looking away from Cabira's eyes. "But you only shout when it's something bad."
+
+"If you don't want me to shout, then don't give me a reason to!" The moth-dragon uncrossed her arms to begin removing her armor, starting by the spaulders. "Now tell me: where did you take my weed?"
+
+"Your...weed...?"
+
+"Don't play dumb. I know you took it!" She tossed her shoulder pads aside, and move to the back of her breastplate. "I have no idea -how- you did it, with those hoofs and huge tusks of yours, without leaving even a shred of evidence... But I know you did it!"
+
+Terra turned her face until the curved bone spires on both sides of her face touched the ground, looking down with a sad expression. "But I don't even have thumbs... How could I open your wardrobe?"
+
+"That's what I just asked...! But I didn't even mention my wardrobe. How did you know I kept it there?"
+
+The boar gulped, then hiccuped.
+
+"Aha! So you admit it!" The yellowish moth-dragon pointed triumphantly at her companion, standing up to look larger than the called-out wild pig. Her loose cuisses on her legs fell to the ground when she got up.
+
+"W-Well...I like weed too! I don't know why you were hiding it. I want to smoke it, too!"
+
+"You -do- know why! You remember what happened last month when I let you have a puff of my joint. There's no way you forgot about that...'incident'." She signaled the air-quotes over her head.
+
+"It's not my fault that I had a bad case of...uh, what did you call it? Munchies?"
+
+"Easy for you to say," Cabira huffed, sitting back down to remove her sabatons. "As for me, I'd rather spend the night all clean, just me and my pot, thank you very much. Now, if you could give it back to me–"
+
+"N-No...! Not unless you share it with me."
+
+"Come on, quit hogging it...hog!" She sighed. "We don't even know if it's safe for a pig to smoke weed."
+
+Terra looked back at her, offended. "Please don't call me that word."
+
+"I'm just saying it in scientific terms! I'm– Look, I'm sorry, Terra, okay? I didn't mean to call you that. But I don't want you to get hurt. Or me!"
+
+"I'd never hurt you." The boar shook her head as she approached her companion, then burped softly.
+
+Cabira, now just in undergarments, placed her furry hand on Terra's mane. "You can say that now, but what if you lose control again like last month? When you swallowed my mace, it could have stabbed either of us! I almost freaked out!"
+
+"I know! I remember. I'm – cough – sorry. This time, I promise that I won't eat anything I'm not supposed– cough, cough!"
+
+"Um, are you okay, Terra? ...And where did you hide the weed, exactly?"
+
+"Throat... – cough! – itchy...! Oarp!"
+
+The large boar didn't reply, instead simply coughing in a fit with the occasional burps. The anthro's antennae flicked as she felt the alarming stench of smoke, though she couldn't see any dark puffs in the air... But it wasn't any random thing burning. She recognized that smell...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Hdýr's day simply wasn't going her way.
+
+Being a tiny fire salamander was certainly to blame for most of her problems. She looked like a red snake with arms, who was capable of breathing fire...although at her size, they were more akin to sparks than town-razing fireballs. Not that she had any reason to wreak havoc on the defenseless villagers that she'd spy on throughout the day. Hdýr was more interested in learning the curious people's customs, even having picked up their language by watching them every day.
+
+Though she lamented how the recent hordes of mindless foes have made things less peaceful around town, even for the slithery inhabitant who concealed herself from the rest of society. She'd lived all of her life to adulthood around this place, which was big enough that she had spent years finding new things, like the best houses to sneak into to steal food. To Hdýr, this village was the whole world – and she was affected by the monstrous slime raids as much as anyone else.
+
+In fact, the salamander came very close to certain death late this afternoon in the outskirts, as a slime tracked her scent while she enjoyed the fresh air of the fields. It was one of the bigger monsters, tumbling towards her like a terrifying and translucent slug, faster than the salamander could slither through blades of grass. This life-threatening chase lasted for a few minutes...until Hdýr heard a thumping 'splat!' behind her.
+
+And when she looked back, she saw her towering savior. A brown, furry quadruped, which the fire salamander recognized from her hidden excursions to town. An animal that walked and talked among people, though her brutish and strong appearance meant that Hdýr tried to steer clear from the hog's path. However, she did feel jealous that someone with Terra's unusual looks could fit into society.
+
+Now, she was the salamander's savior, destroying her pursuer with a single step, reducing it to nothing but a small magical orb. Hdýr owed her life to her! She opened her arms towards the giant hog, and for the first time ever, spoke to a real person:
+
+"Thank you for wessscuing me fwom that ssslime!" is what she tried to say, but Terra spoke before Hdýr had the chance.
+
+"Ooh, a gummy worm!"
+
+That bemused utterance of excitement sealed Hdýr's fate. In one fell swoop, she suddenly found herself scooped off the ground, and into the hog's jaws. Fortunately, she'd slipped past her dangerous-looking teeth; but less fortunately, this piece of candy was squished along the flat tongue, then squeezed as a suctioning 'slurp' launched her onto the center of the wide chamber. In mere moments, she was drenched in drool, bathed in bad breath, pushed against palate and papillae, and guided down a gullet. Barely a meal for the ravenous boar, who'd have to eat so much every day to maintain her weight, the spicy serpent was a speck sliding to the stomach, spilling into the empty chamber after Terra's voluminous lunch had been fully absorbed.
+
+Just her luck...saved from one creature trying to devour her, only to find herself in another, in a twist of fate. Much as the salamander owed Terra her life for saving her, this was the last way she'd ever want to repay the hog! Though at her micro height, the pink walls didn't even bother to groan around this new piece of 'food'.
+
+Her world rumbled only when the boar took heavy steps, and once more when her deep voice shouted. "Cabira, I've got another of those slime hearts for you!"
+
+Great...Terra herself no longer seemed to care about her scarlet serpentine snack from seconds ago. There was little that Hdýr could do now, other than searing her savior's stomach, but she wasn't even sure that her flames would so much as tickle the warm walls. Plus, even if it felt like a matter of life or death, she didn't want to harm the brutish boar, strangely enough. Instead, the salamander resigned herself as fodder – or whatever a 'gummy worm' was –, hoping that she would find a way out in time. Despite every indication of the opposite, she somehow believed that Terra's gut wouldn't harm her.
+
+As it turned out, that unfounded hope wasn't wrong.
+
+A couple of hours had passed, with Terra's stomach jostling its occupant haphazardly, the organ's sway in her large belly quite formidable to a tiny snake. The smell of whatever mixture she'd had for lunch wasn't entirely awful, as Hdýr herself had grown accustomed to eating all sorts of scraps from people's food. Being launched against the walls on occasion wasn't even that big of an annoyance. The impacts wouldn't hurt her arms or coils as the fire salamander bounced over and over. And the stomach seemed to not care about – no, it appeared to intentionally avoid – digesting the tiny 'gummy worm'. Meaning that Hdýr would live to fight another day, although she hoped that her introduction to society wasn't destined to turn into a permanent stay in someone's stomach.
+
+Things had gotten quiet for a while now, with Terra no longer chatting with the other female voice. She could still make out the loudest of Cabira's words, but her voice was no longer present. They must have gone separate ways – something about 'an inn', maybe? She did hear other muffled voices, such as a few people spooked at Terra's feral appearance – and others, who were familiar with the boar, assuaging their fright.
+
+Soon, all voices died down. Only the sounds of the hog's body, including her mighty gait, could be heard. Most curiously, Hdýr could listen to her pulling air through her nostrils, tracking a particular smell with her sensitive nose. Then, more muffled rummaging...and finally, yet surprisingly, a powerful 'gulp!'.
+
+The fire salamander recognized that something had been swallowed – how couldn't she? Though she expected another defenseless micro, or perhaps the first mouthful of dinner, what squeezed into the stomach was neither. She watched as a transparent, hard, round container splattered onto the cushiony ground, with a few brownish green balls safely housed inside. Hdýr slithered closer to the glass bottle, the first thing she'd seen in a while other than flesh and her tail. Was this...for her?
+
+As she popped the cork out with both hands, her surroundings quaked with the boar's chuckle. "If Cabira wants to hide her weed from me, then I'll hide it from her," Terra thought out loud.
+
+'Weed'...? Hdýr pondered, having heard that term a few times during her lifetime of eavesdropping. Though she quickly picked up that it meant something other than just any undesirable plant, depending on context. In fact, it was something quite fun to use, from what she'd gleaned. She wasn't sure exactly how, but she definitely knew that people didn't simply eat these... Except for this one boar, apparently.
+
+As Terra moved everything back into place to make her heist as inconspicuous as possible, the forgotten anthro inside of her belly went about to take a closer look at Cabira's pot. Hdýr crawled partway into the glass, broke off a bit twice as big as her head with her hands, then slithered back out into the stomach. She was surprised at how light the bud felt in her arms...but now that she had some, she didn't know what to do with it.
+
+"TERRAAAAAAAA!" Cabira's loud yell could even be heard through walls of wood and flesh, and the giant boar resignedly made her way back to the moth-dragon's quarters, realizing that her plan wasn't infallible as expected. Terra prepared herself for the earful she'd undeniably get.
+
+And an earful she got. Soon, her own nervousness got the best of her, and she accidentally spilled the beans. Hdýr tried to keep up with the scolding, but the two would speak too fast in contrast with her basic understanding of the language. Still, it was amusing to hear the brutish boar get some payback, after what the consumed serpent had to endure. However, the first full sentence that she managed to make out from Terra's lips answered that nagging question that the salamander had.
+
+"W-Well...I like weed too! I don't know why you were hiding it. I want to smoke it, too!"
+
+Smoke weed, huh... Ah, that's why she didn't realize it at first! She'd always skitter away from people who used cannabis in their homes. At the first sign of smoke, thinking it was some type of airborne poison intended to kill pests, she'd rush back out. If only she'd known that it was a puff of delight, instead... But it meant that this green thing in her hands was meant to be burned in some way, though she couldn't remember much. Well, a fire salamander like her didn't mind creating some sparks, so without hesitation, she blew a small flame from her lips onto the bud.
+
+Despite the damp atmosphere, the firm and dry chunk caught fire in no time, releasing a dense smoke as the bits of herb and oil were consumed. Hdýr couldn't get burned, so she casually held the clump on her steady hands, admiring the blazing ball gradually scrunch into itself and decrease in size as the embers spread inside out. The process accelerated, and soon, almost the entire thing had combusted.
+
+As a result, a lot of smoke was produced, quickly filling up the stomach for a lack of ventilation. The salamander didn't mind the fumes, her species being able to withstand even the inferno of a volcano's bowel. But she could feel some lightheadedness due to the THC entering her bloodstream, getting baked and relaxing despite the hours of being treated poorly by this stomach. Hdýr even felt a bit euphoric herself...! Was this due to the excitement of her discovery alone, or another effect of 'smoking weed'?
+
+The organ, however, didn't seem to agree with the concentrated smoke. The walls groaned at the hot and thick suspension in the air, and closed in to expel the hazardous gas through the esophagus. Even as the last of the cannabis in the serpent's hands had burned away, a single burp did little to alleviate the brunt of the discomfort. Every single belching expulsion shook the chamber around the scaly micro, stealing more room and vaporized dope, though she was already too blissful to care about the dissipating fog of the dank room. At least, the stomach left however much smoke it could comfortably handle inside for Hdýr to enjoy this organic smoking lounge.
+
+Despite her body's efforts to get rid of ganja, not a lot of it actually left Terra's insides, and went down her airways instead...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Another sputter from Terra, and Cabira finally saw the smoke escape from her companion's lips. The smell was, unmistakably, of pot.
+
+"What on Earth...?" The moth-dragon shouted. "Did you burn the weed and eat it?!"
+
+The boar desperately shook her head in-between coughs. "N-No! I– Urp... I just swallowed the bottle, cork and all...!"
+
+"Then how is it smoking? Come on, Terra, try to hurl it before you get hurt." She knelt in front of her friend's snout, trying to soothe her by stroking her fur.
+
+"Ugh...so hungry..."
+
+The large brown hog started salivating, feeling her appetite increase thanks to THC taking its effect. Some of the thick and clear liquid stained the anthro's insect-like paws.
+
+"Eww... D-Don't tell me you've got the munchies again!"
+
+Terra drooled so much to the point that her mouth frothed, like a rabid beast. "S-S-Sorry, Cabira, I need...eat..."
+
+Her maw opened in front of Cabira's face, parting wide enough to fit the large curved tusks on the sides of her head twice over stacked. The muscles of her mouth unfurled and yawned in front of the adventurer, a pink horizontal slit gaping at the back while the large flat tongue slapped, splattering foamy spit everywhere in front of her. The moth-dragon only reacted to shield her eyes, but her nostrils were still overtaken by the boar's pungent breath. That odor of pigswill mixed with other slop – not to mention, pot – also wafted onto Cabira to coat her fluffy and scaly yellowish exoskeleton, but what the adventure feared most was getting even more acquainted with the mouth currently shuffling towards her.
+
+"T-TERRA...! Don't you dare eat me again!" She shouted, but her hungry companion didn't so much as flinch.
+
+"Need food...hee...just for...little bit."
+
+"I can find you dinner, j-just wait until–"
+
+When Terra's instincts overtook, it was hard for her to maintain good Manners. In a less-than-civilized swoop, her jaws gaped even wider, and snagged almost half of her friend into her mouth. She moaned in delight, letting her munchies get the best of her, unable to stop consuming her friend; instead focusing what little control she had left on making sure that Cabira wouldn't get hurt. She knew that the moth-dragon wasn't supposed to be food...but then, why did she taste so good, and why did the hybrid always fill her up unlike any other hearty meal? She may not have provided any nutritional value whatsoever, but Terra still wanted to gorge herself on her fosterer more than anything else in the world.
+
+Maybe her cannabis-induced cravings simply broke down the barriers inhibiting one of her deepest desires. Not that the boar would complain – the struggling anthro halfway in her maw felt heavenly.
+
+Cabira struggled and grumbled, trying to free herself while also being mindful of her companion's well-being. Being eaten alive was no excuse to hurt Terra, as much as the whole ordeal bothered her. She'd rather face stinky slobber a hundred times worse than this before even considering striking her sentient feral friend...even if the boar was seemingly testing the moth-dragon's patience and good will, moaning and running her large tongue over her head and arms and wings, taking her sweet time savoring her. Terra hadn't been this measured the last time she got swallowed, Cabira admitted to herself, but the adventurer doubted that it was for selfless reasons, given how the muscle explored every inch of her skin. In fact, she didn't even want to know what her taste was like to the hog...it might have been too humiliating if she gave any credence to idea that she could fulfill the role of Terra's dinner.
+
+"You've had your fun... N-Now let me out!" The moth-dragon groaned and wriggled, pushing her claws against the soft and squishy tonsils at the sides of the boar gullet's entryway. She tried to get free, but one powerful 'gulp' undid any progress she might've made. Cabira was forced headfirst into the awaiting esophagus, scarfed down a tunnel which accommodated her just as easily as any snack she got her jaws on. "Terraaaa...!"
+
+Suddenly, Cabira stopped halfway through her friend's neck. The walls were surprisingly wide, she realized, now that she had the time to actually feel around the spongy walls compressing her... Wide enough to move her arms around, in fact. When she felt the boar's tongue rush over every region of her lower legs, drenching her fluff and undergarments in unpleasant drool, she realized that Terra was holding her here in order to taste the rest of her body... Unbelievable! She gave the inside of the throat a few taps with her palm, hoping to call Terra's attention through the moans rumbling around her.
+
+"Hey...you glutton! You better spit me out this instant, or I... err... I'll ground you for a week– No, two weeks! Yeah...no top-notch swine feed for two weeks, and no cuddles for two weeks. And no more weed, ever!" Cabira commanded, not sure if Terra was even listening to her words anymore. "Hellooo? You hear me?"
+
+"Mm...s-sorry, Cabira... Heehee..." The boar finally replied groggily, with a hint of guilt in her growly but delighted voice. Under the effects of the smoked ambrosia, she watched the moth-dragon's long fluffy tail hanging out from her maw, the last trace of her companion still outside of her lips. "Just...so starved...lost control..."
+
+The half-devoured adventurer consoled the large boar. "Hey, hey, it's okay, Terra. Just puke me out, and we'll get you some actual dinner, and we don't talk about this ever again, alright? And if you promise to behave, maybe next time I can share my weed with–"
+
+Gulp.
+
+"–TERRAA-MMMMmmmphhhhh..."
+
+The mass in the hog's maw shifted entirely into the sloped neck, turned into nothing but a bulge that'd soon stuff Terra's stomach. Following the swallow, the moth-dragon's legs squeezed into the fleshy opening of the pharynx, and the hog looked down her snout, watching the tail slurp inside like a furry strand of pasta. The appendage was as long as Cabira was tall, so there was a good chunk of throat for it to travel still. The half-bug, half-dragon adventurer soon spilled into her stomach, causing her chubby dome to round out and sag so low that it almost touched the ground between her hoofs. Most of the lengthy tail slipped inside simply from following its owner's trail, but once Cabira had fully settled in Terra's digestive crop, it needed a few more licks and slurps to be ingested, which the boar gladly provided.
+
+Feeling the last of her companion's tail brush past the surface of her tongue and uvula, Terra scurried to climb and lie on Cabira's mattress – the added weight barely making a difference to her thundering stomping as she walked. The boar lied on her side, letting her distended skin splay over the bed. Its occupant was forced to slide and adapt to the shift in gravity. The adventurer inside complained still, but all words were muffled under the insulating layers of fat that Terra had. The hog was used to eating a lot in one sitting, but never something as heavy or in a single piece as this. Only Cabira'd had the privilege of filling her up twice.
+
+In fact, knowing that it was her in there, and not anyone else, was the best feeling of all. Her lifelong friend and leader. Terra wondered why that was... She let out another burp, projecting yellowish fur, transparent spittle, and gray smoke from her mouth, before lying down and snugging her head next to her engorged gut. From outside, it almost looked like she was carrying a huge litter. She prodded the moving limbs with her snout, seeing her furry skin squeeze against one of her tusks, and simply enjoyed how fulfilling this was.
+
+Although, she still felt so hungry, it'd be almost impossible on such an empty tummy... Maybe there were more things around their room that she could snag.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Terra's stomach reeked of burnt weed. That, and stale food scraps. It already gave a poor impression of what Cabira would have to endure, perhaps for hours – especially as everything jumbled and shifted around, with more goop lapping at her fluff and scales and exoskeleton. Unidentifiable objects, soft and hard both, prodded through the tight walls on occasion, stealing more precious space away from the moth-dragon forced to curl up. Being her second stay in this stomach, she didn't feel any gladder or appeased about her situation, regardless. She knew that Terra would let her out safely, eventually – but Cabira wasn't looking forward to smelling like boar guts for the whole week. Nothing she tried seemed to rinse the pungent odor properly.
+
+In the mess of the large hog's organ, the sequestered hybrid did spot something out of the corner of her eye that wasn't more pink flesh. She grabbed the transparent container just before everything changed directions again, and a wall became her new floor. Terra had gotten up from the bed to find more snacks, and Cabira felt the sway of the feral's heavy gait like a hammock. Once she managed to sit back up, she inspected the object that she'd held close to her chest. A very recognizable glass bottle. It was missing its cork and tape, but it was, unmistakably, the one that the moth-dragon had bought and hid in her quarters. Most of the cannabis was still inside, the buds unmolested by gastric elements. Some was missing, of course – otherwise, the boar wouldn't have coughed up smoke and had the munchies. The question was how Terra managed such a feat.
+
+Cabira jolted in surprise when something other than stomachal folds snagged onto her tail, which had to coil around the perimeter of the chamber to fit around the rest of her body. The moth-dragon grabbed whatever it was with her other paw, and also brought it to her face to take a better look. This red thing was unlike anything she'd ever seen before, and it was staring right back at her.
+
+"Gweetingsss." Hdýr spoke, finally able to properly introduce herself to someone else – and quickly, making sure they didn't decide to snack on her before she was confused for a gummy worm again.
+
+"...Hi." The moth-dragon mustered, bearing an extremely confused expression to the fluid-drenched micro in her palm. "Ahem. What is a...erm...snake with arms like you doing here?"
+
+"I'm Hdýr, a fire sssalamander, and I wisssh to learn more about people! And thisss cweature ssswallowed me a few hoursss ago, thinking I wasss a pieccce of candy."
+
+"S-Sure..."
+
+Swallowing her weed was one thing, but a tiny, defenseless, talking serpent...? All that Cabira could think of was how Terra would need a stern talking to about her inappropriate eating habits.
+
+And if on cue, a mighty swallow could be heard, letting more junk that the boar had found enter her stomach. The moth-dragon groaned, realizing it would be a repeat of last month, with random things padding out the rest of the organ along with Cabira herself. She just hoped she wasn't sending anything that could actually harm anyone, like her spiky club.
+
+"–Ow!"
+
+Something small spat from the seal above her head, hitting her before sinking on the pool of juices at the bottom. Cabira turned around, with her back to the wall opposite the entrance sphincter, to avoid a concussion in case something heavier came that way, and found the two objects that had joined them. She reached for the small boxes with the hand holding Hdýr, inadvertently bathing the serpent in the gastric liquid.
+
+"Sorry about that, Hdýr," she apologized as she rinsed the drool and checked the items now grabbed by the slick salamander's arms and coils.
+
+"No need to apologizzze. I enduwed worssse before. And I blame thisss Tewwa, not you."
+
+"No, it's not Terra's fault, it's all mine, really. I shouldn't have been so hard on her, or make her feel let out," the moth-dragon admitted to the tiny anthro, begrudgingly watching as pieces of her armor plopped into the chamber as well. "Still, I'll have to talk to her about eating tinies like you. That's just rude! Anyway, where was I...ah, right! Was it you who burned weed in here?"
+
+"Yesss! I wanted to learn how to sssmoke weed like people do."
+
+"Without rolling paper, or even grinding it...?"
+
+"Wolling paper...? Gwinding...? I don't underssstand."
+
+Cabira sighed, pitying the naïve serpent who simply wanted to learn about smoking weed, and ended up becoming a snack for a stranger instead. She felt sorry for her, like the time she first saw Terra years ago. A tiny and defenseless piglet, orphaned in a cruel world...she couldn't bear to say no, could she?
+
+"Alright, Hdýr... I'll roll one up, and you can watch and learn." If Cabira was going to be stuck in here, might as well make the most of it, she thought.
+
+"Weally? You would do that for me?!"
+
+"Yeah. But maybe you should climb on my shoulder instead." She brought her hand to her clavicle. "And leave the grinder on my palm, though you can still hold onto the box on your hands. We'll need that later."
+
+"Underssstood!" Hdýr uncoiled from the cylinder and moved over as instructed. Cabira thought that the way that she slithered was kind of adorable, squeezing her body and tail like a concertina, keeping her front upright as she carried the box on her arms.
+
+Once she was perched on her fluffy shoulder, the moth-dragon continued, opening the lid of the grinder and shaking the glass bottle over the top to dump the buds inside. "Have you ever seen a joint, at least?" She asked to the red snake.
+
+"A joint? Like, an articulation...?"
+
+Cabira chuckled as she shut and twisted the lid, turning the dry balls into a fine dust. The salamander was just too adorable. "Nah. It's how you actually smoke this. Did you think we just burned the bud?"
+
+"Sssowwy... You awe ssspeaking too fassst. It'sss my firssst time usssing your language."
+
+"I see... How did you learn the language? Did you have a teacher?"
+
+"No. I learned all by myssself. From watching people ssspeak."
+
+"Wow, that's impressive!" The moth-dragon said, with genuine awe in her tone.
+
+In a way, it wasn't unlike how it went for a certain boar, whose stomach swayed around them as more things plopped down from her gullet. Though Cabira tried her best to pretend that she wasn't inside of Terra.
+
+"Sssowwy, didn't mean to intewwupt you."
+
+"Huh? Oh, don't worry! I was still grinding the bud. See?" She popped open the lid she'd been twisting around, showing the fine ground. "Now open that box you have and get me a leaf and a crutch. ...Uhh, that would be a big paper sheet and a small hard tip."
+
+Cabira watched as Hdýr fumbled with the box, getting the requested parts for her. All things considered, it was better than the last time she was stuck between these gurgling walls, for a few reasons. She wasn't worried about being digested; there wasn't a mace threatening to stab something it shouldn't and to constantly worry about; she had a new acquaintance to talk to; and, most importantly, she actually could enjoy her weed tonight! But some things, like the smell attacking her nostrils and consumed armor pieces, were as bad as she recalled.
+
+The salamander's tiny hands offered the bits needed to roll a joint, and the moth-dragon took them after tossing away the empty bottle. Cabira creased one end of the paper at the middle to turn it into a container, placing the filter in the pinched tip before sprinkling powder over the crease of the joint. Once it was filled up, she closed and put away the grinder as well, not wanting the remaining powder to spill into the stomach. Maybe she could even make a second joint later, depending on how long it'd take for Terra to let them out.
+
+Hdýr watched intently as the adventurer rolled the joint, expertly rolling it into a cone to give the joint its distinguishable shape. To seal the paper, she used the gastric environment to her advantage, figuring the goop dripping from the wall would serve just fine as a makeshift glue instead of saliva. Cabira ran her long and thin claw to collect some of the fluid, then used its moisture to close the open edge around the joint. Using a different insect-like digit of her hand, she tightly packed the powder inside from its open end, then twisted it close. And voilà! The first joint the moth-dragon had ever rolled inside of a stomach...and quite possibly, that anyone ever had! It wasn't perfect, with a few tiny lumps from the thick gastric goo, but she couldn't complain about it.
+
+"And that's it!" She announced to the tiny serpent. "Now all we need to do is light a cherry, and get baked... I-In other words, we light a fire on this end, and we can smoke the joint from the other tip."
+
+"I ssseee... Intewesssting! But it feelsss that you did twenty diffewent thingsss jussst now, and I only paid attention to four or ssso..."
+
+The moth-dragon chuckled. "Don't worry, Hdýr. There'll be more opportunities for you to learn!"
+
+Her head perked with a grin at the invitation. "Weally? I don't want to be a bother..."
+
+"Nonsense! I'd be happy to introduce you to all sorts of things – including weed! Oh, speaking of..."
+
+Cabira looked around, seeing if Terra's stomach had a fire source. Other than the stuff that the adventurer had tossed aside, there was some a lot more random junk that the boar had swallowed in the meantime. A coin pouch, a magic whistle, a shoulder pad, a slime heart orb, a bunch of food still in its packaging that was supposed to be tomorrow's breakfast... But she couldn't find what she was looking for.
+
+"Say, Hdýr... How did you burn the weed earlier? I can't find any matches or a lighter, or anything."
+
+"Oh, that? I'm a fire sssalamander, I can ssspit flamesss fwom my mouth. Let me ssshow you..."
+
+The adventurer raised her eyebrows, bringing the winded end of the joint close to her face – and was surprised at the bright plasma blowing from the snake's lips, not unlike a living lighter. Cabira had been amazed by the micro twice now. With an amused smile, she sucked on the filter once the embers spread to the hemp.
+
+"Is sssomething funny?" Hdýr asked, watching Cabira.
+
+The moth-dragon finally inhaled a well-deserved toke, after what was possibly the craziest day she'd ever had. She watched the smoke blown out from her lungs and, with a blissful grin, brought the tip to the fire salamander's face. She'd decided to never hog her joints anymore.
+
+"Wanna take a hit?"

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+---
+title: Team Building
+pubDate: 2024-01-07
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 15100
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal same size cock vore and anal vore, with willing male anthro monkey pred, willing male anthro gorilla pred, multiple same-size willing male anthro prey. Also includes casual public mass vore, prey transfer, long-term endosoma, hyper cock and balls, hyper and muscle growth, hyper cum inflation, cock worship, casual public gay sex, size difference play, bench-pressing, and voyeurism.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_comm_4_team_building.png
+description: |
+  After another semester in college, Yolk finds new opportunities to surpass his limits and grow closer to his friends than ever.
+
+  This commission is a sequel to the raffle request, [Team Effort](./team-effort)!
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  After another semester in college, Yolk finds new opportunities to surpass his limits and grow closer to his friends than ever.
+
+  This commission is a sequel to the raffle request, Team Effort!
+tags: ['cock vore', 'anal vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'prey transfer', 'same size', 'long-term endo', 'hyper', 'inflation', 'gay sex', 'commission']
+commissioner: {'YolkMonkey': "https://furaffinity.net/user/Vampire101"}
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  Yolk: {'YolkMonkey': "https://furaffinity.net/user/Vampire101"}
+prev: team-effort
+---
+
+"Mmmmngh..."
+
+Yolk groaned as he woke up, feeling a weird tightness to his crotch. With his blanket pulled down, the monkey's blue fur was all exposed, including his even-more-exposed gray chest and abs that had none. He rubbed his eyes on his equally hairless face, waiting for them to adjust to the brightness in his dorm room.
+
+He could feel his cock stiffen already – although he didn't remember having any wet dreams tonight. Yolk tried to shuffle, but found that he wasn't really able to move. His legs were pinned underneath something – or rather, someone, judging by the fingers running over his sensitive shaft.
+
+"Wh-What...? Who's–"
+
+"Morning, freshman..."
+
+His blurry eyes adjusted, and the monkey finally saw what was happening between his legs. That voice came from Abe – Yolk's friend and his roommate's boyfriend. The white pitbull had his athletic body over the monkey's legs, keeping them under his weight. His elbows and head were resting on Yolk's large cushy testicles, and his furry fingers were grabbing the monkey's big horse cock as best as he could.
+
+"Heh, I see it hasn't shrunk since our little fun when you nabbed us, has it?" The dog teased before he gave the flared tip of the gray penis a lick or two.
+
+Yolk's veiny member throbbed at the attention, expanding its skin covered in blue blotches until it was fully erect. Abe wasn't completely wrong. His horse cock wasn't as short as it used to be – if being the size of Yolk's forearm, in the past, could have been considered 'short'... But it wasn't as big as a whole person, which was the case when the whole Rabbits team decided to be swallowed down his cock, and then stay in his balls 'team-building exercise' for the winter break.
+
+After Yolk had to cum all eleven blissful players out, in time for their classes the next day, his cock started to shrink a bit. But almost six months after his first experience at being a predator, the new size that it settled on was nothing to scoff at, either. It reached down to his ankles when flaccid, and up to his face when hard. Plus, his furry blue nuts were all soft and big now, each almost as big as Yolk's head, making all the cum that he'd ever need.
+
+Right now, Abe used them as a pair of cushions for his face, leaning down to reach the base of the horse cock with his tongue. The further the pitbull buried his chin against the monkey's sac, the sharper the whiff of masculine musk that he inadvertently got. He was well-acquainted with the interior of those orbs audibly stirring their batter, but he had a different Manner of fun in mind today.
+
+Abe took his tongue away for a moment as he brought his face up to the tip. "Sorry I had to wake you, Yoyo... I just couldn't resist~."
+
+"B-But what about Calvin?" Yolk asked apprehensively. "He's–"
+
+"...watching the whole thing?"
+
+The monkey's eyes followed the third voice, and sure enough, Calvin was standing by the doorway. The black-furred gorilla was fully naked, with a phone in one hand and his cock in the other. He didn't only seem indifferent about his canine boyfriend suddenly hooking up with his simian roommate – he was /excited/ about it.
+
+The thought of being watched by his cuckold friend caused another shiver to travel up his girthy shaft, pulsing the flare at the tip against Abe's snout. The pitbull paid his voyeuristic boyfriend no mind, entranced by Yolk's rod and the alluring smell and taste of its pre-semen.
+
+"Mm, your taste brings me back..." Abe teased between licks.
+
+He continued to open his maw wider, poking out more of his tongue into Yolk's cockslit. The monkey felt that slick muscle slipping into his urethra to lap more of his pre, a scene which felt very familiar, yet so different. Yolk could tell that the pitbull was trying his best to open his jaws wide enough to fit the flared cockhead in his mouth, but it was too thick for him to manage.
+
+Regardless, the abrupt awakening was still quite pleasurable, and the monkey moaned while Abe made out with his cock. His fingers worked wonders as they stroked his pulsating shaft, even if he also struggled to grip around the whole thing. Each motion from the football player inadvertently jostled his weight on Yolk's testicles, causing his pent-up cum to stir within even harder. It was enough for the ballsac to nearly undulate like a waterbed, slightly shifting Abe atop it.
+
+But the pitbull seemed too distracted to notice. His lips squeezed against the glans, letting his tongue slurp Yolk's juices right from his meatus. With the pitbull's weight pinning him down, there was little that the monkey could do but squirm in pleasure.
+
+Despite his massive cock, Yolk was too weak to struggle out of Abe's accidental pin – his body still retained its average figure, after all. But whenever he looked in the mirror, it felt that it didn't really /fit/ him. Not with how scrawny the rest of him was. But maybe it would fit him, if only he was as muscular as Abe... Or Mr. Murdoch, his secret crush and winter break hookup ...
+
+His groins stiffened, and he was getting close. And his gorilla roommate – just as brawny as his canine teammate – simply stood and watched, moaning the quietest of the three as he jerked off and recorded the unfolding scene with his phone. Watching his boyfriend smoosh his white snout right against Yolk's soft gray-and-blue flesh, craving the seed with such intensity, and yet failing to even wrap his jaws around the whole thing... He nutted discreetly, staining the carpet in the monkey's room.
+
+But Yolk's orgasm was far from subdued. The torrent of cum lurched from within his large churning nuts, pushing up through his pulsing cock without any regard for the pitbull in the way. A thick glob hit Abe directly onto his open maw, and a second one splattered against it before the canine could even swallow down the first mouthful. The ropes of seed pushed his head back, and it looked like the football player had to do his best to not get knocked away while the cream coated more of his white fur.
+
+Though Yolk couldn't see from his vantage point, the pitbull no doubt climaxed at that moment – but had to keep his orgasmic moans in check, so as to not choke on the monkey's violent release still splashing onto his face over and over. The mess that Abe unleashed on Yolk's bedding was negligible compared to the tidal wave of seed, covering not only the dog's entire snout on loads on semen, but with enough to spare for whatever was in his cock's aim. By the time he was done, a gallon of spunky layer was added to some of the monkey's furniture, including his chair, desk, and floor.
+
+"F-Fuck, Yoyo..." Abe panted along with the spent blue monkey, letting go of his grip to the throbbing cock in order to wipe some of the thick seed on his eyes. "I can't believe we didn't do this again in so long... But I finally got to taste you again, huh? If only I could stretch around this tip of yours, maybe all of your cum would be in my gut, stretching it out~."
+
+"Th-That'd be so hot, Big A...!" Calvin concurred while he stopped the recording on his phone.
+
+Abe chuckled as he opened his eyes. "See, even Cal agrees, freshman! Maybe we should try it again soon~."
+
+Yolk relaxed and regained his breath, keeping his head down on his pillow as his sensitive cock turned flaccid. "Oh, I'm down... But maybe after our finals are done and all that–"
+
+"Oh shit, the finals!" The pitbull jumped in surprise, falling out of the bed and onto his two feet – almost clumsily landing on the pool of cum on the floor. "I forgot about my exam, and I haven't studied one bit! Well, gotta go. See ya later, freshman...!"
+
+He ran out past Calvin and out of their dorm room completely naked, with cum dripping from his cock and his entire front – leaving both primates behind. Yolk wondered if Abe would stop calling him 'freshman' the next time they saw each other.
+
+"...I've never seen him get that anxious about an exam before." Calvin remarked to himself. "Anyway... Are you good, Yoyo? Sorry about letting him wake you up, he kept pestering me to do this..."
+
+Yolk scooted with his back against the bed's frame, glad that he could move his numb legs again. "Hey, it's alright. That was the best way to wake up~."
+
+"Heh... I'm honestly pretty jealous." The black-furred gorilla sat on the dry corner of the monkey's mattress. "But it was pretty hot to watch. I have the video and everything, if you want to watch later."
+
+The monkey waved his paw to decline. He'd always preferred the real thing over any amateur video; and lately, his new size and girth have given him plenty of kinky opportunities at every corner on campus, literally. He couldn't help but notice how his gorilla roommate gave furtive looks at his horse dick, which remained large even as it turned soft. Yolk glanced at his alarm clock.
+
+"Well, good thing Abe reminded me about the finals," He said. "And the timing couldn't have been better. I still have time to prepare for the exam today."
+
+"Exam...? But I thought your last one was yesterday..."
+
+"Oh, yeah. It's not my exam. I'm supposed to TA for Predator Satisfaction 301 this week."
+
+Calvin's eyes gaped. "Wait, really?! Holy shit, congrats, dude! ...I-I mean, I know you're a pretty good pred and all that – I should know –, but to think they'd ask a freshman like you to TA that course..."
+
+"They must've seen those videos you taped during the winter break." Yolk smirked.
+
+The gorilla frowned and clutched his phone to his chest. "N-No way! Those videos are all for me...and Abe...a-and the rest of the team...! B-But they promised they wouldn't leak them..."
+
+"Hey, it's okay. I believe you. But it doesn't really matter who did it." The blue monkey wasn't mad at all. On the contrary, his tone matched the cheeky smirk on his face. "And anyway, I assume all of Breeders has heard of me by now. Someone probably recorded me in the hallways or something."
+
+"I guess... Still, that's awesome! It's gonna be quite the achievement on your resumé!"
+
+Yolk laughed as he turned around to get up. How good it looked on his resumé was the least interesting bit for him.
+
+"Anyway, I gotta go shower and get ready for that." He pointed at Calvin. "As for you..."
+
+The gorilla gulped. "Y-Yes...?"
+
+"It's your turn to clean up this mess."
+
+He looked around at the room reeking of cum. "B-But it's your room! And it was your cock that–"
+
+"But it's /your/ fault for not keeping your horn dog of a boyfriend in check!" Yolk teased, but his roommate was having none of it and pouted. "...Fine. Just do me a solid this time, please. I'll pay you back later."
+
+The football player pondered with apprehension. He wasn't looking forward to spending his day cleaning Yolk's cum, but he could think of at least one mischievous favor that only his roommate could fulfill. "...Whatever. But you owe me big time."
+
+The monkey grinned, knowing that Calvin couldn't resist his newfound charm. "Awesome. I'll see you in a week, then. Good luck with your finals~."
+
+"H-Have fun, Yoyo...!" He smiled as Yolk headed out of his bedroom. Then, when he heard the monkey close the bathroom door, he sighed. "Great," Calvin muttered to himself, staring at the utter mess, "where do I even start...?"
+
+He got up before kneeling next to Yolk's bed, already regretting playing his maid. This was all Abe's fault, he thought. If only he hadn't been so easily convinced – but his boyfriend knew how to push his kinky buttons all too well. Did he leave in such a hurry to avoid helping clean up this mess...? Ugh. He'd have a serious talk with him afterwards.
+
+Without even thinking, Calvin reached his digits into the spent glob of cum on the floor, as if it were a solid white egg instead. The sticky substance clung to his fingers as he raised them, its unmistakable fragrance all too familiar for anyone who spent the last winter break with Yolk. It felt like a waste, seeing that wonderful monkey seed lying on the floor, without filling anyone. If Abe could only fit that large flared tip inside of him, it'd be bloating his belly instead at that very moment.
+
+"Big A said it's because he wasn't stretchy," the gorilla thought out loud. "But I bet I /am/ stretchy enough..."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+"Class, may I have your attention!" The German shepherd called over the noisy small talk in the auditorium, even though his voice wasn't particularly boisterous. "It's 1PM, which means that your Pred-Sat exam will commence now. And everyone seems to be here on time, for once! Good."
+
+The anxious murmurs slowly died down, and sitting on the front row, Yolk nervously glanced around the classroom. It was his first time seeing the students of Pred Satisfaction 301. All of them appeared to be naked, in preparation for their exam – which didn't surprise him. The monkey himself was completely exposed, no longer with the signature jeans that he wore up until the winter break. Only the teacher had any clothes on.
+
+The large German shepherd took his paw out of his smock. "As you all know, this will be a practical exam, and your performance will be evaluated throughout the whole week. Your score will be worth 70% of your grade for this course. Any questions?"
+
+Yolk looked around the room as well, seeing how the dozen or so of upperclassmen didn't raise their arms. All of their eyes were transfixed on the monkey.
+
+"Very well. Your exam will be conducted in– ...Ahem, conducted /by/ your TA, who's a freshman. Yolk, if you would."
+
+He got up and walked towards the center, next to the teacher. He couldn't help but notice how the dark-furred dog seemed to have quite some muscles of his own. The rest of the students watched him quietly, eagerly. Yolk could feel his cock start to harden.
+
+"Where are the other TAs?" He whispered to the teacher.
+
+"Other TAs...? I thought that you'd be able to handle all twelve on your own!"
+
+Yolk gave a quick glance to the men lustfully sitting in their chairs. "...Well, it's been a few months since I did this. But... Um, I think I can probably manage it, if–"
+
+"Perfect!" The German shepherd exclaimed. "Now, everyone, form an orderly line at the front. One at a time, and no pushing! Your predator's comfort is part of your grade, after all."
+
+The monkey found himself getting more excited at the thought of having all of these impatient men in his nuts – for a whole week, no less! And they obediently followed their teacher's instructions, which let him relax. His cock was quickly growing to its full size again, and his heavy balls almost brushing the ground seemed to churn in excitement over finally getting to be filled once more.
+
+As his anxiety diminished and he prepared to greet the first student in line, Yolk's jaw dropped. He instantly recognized the beaming gray-and-brown wolf standing first in line, who was also a player for the Rabbits – as well as Yolk's fuck-buddy.
+
+"Berry?!"
+
+"Hi, Yolky~!" He greeted the monkey enthusiastically. "...Why the surprised look?"
+
+"I-I didn't know you were taking Pred-Sat!" Yolk must've been too nervous to recognize him in the seats earlier.
+
+Berry didn't skip a beat. "Oh... I thought I'd told you before! Sooorry~!"
+
+"...Wait a second," the monkey spoke as he connected the dots, "was it YOU who pitched in my name to TA for this class?"
+
+"Wellll... I maaay have mentioned you to our teacher in one of our 'private lessons'...and showed him one or two of Calvin's vids~." The wolf giggled. "I probably forgot to tell you that, too... I'm so sorry, Yolky!"
+
+The simian was definitely surprised – for the second time today –, but he wasn't angry nor resentful. Plus, Yolk hadn't indulged in anything kinky with his usual fuck-buddy for a while. He smirked and brought his paw to his horse cock's flared tip, using his blue fingers to spread the entrance for Berry.
+
+"You can apologize by satisfying your predator~." He teased. "And you better get nothing less than an A+."
+
+The lupine player simply smiled and leaned forward, planting his snout right against the blotched dick, like Abe had done earlier. But unlike the other canid, Berry immediately pushed his nose right into the fleshy tunnel, feeling its tug as it lustfully accepted his face.
+
+The other upperclassmen watched their classmate easily squeeze the rest of his head into the urethra. The throbbing member slavered its pre over Berry's shoulders with each throb, and the faint outline of his snout could be seen bulging out of Yolk's penis. Thankfully – the monkey thought over his arousal –, swallowing someone whole with his cock was just as easy now as it was during the winter break. His body's natural aptitude at being a predator let his fuck-buddy dive into his sensitive shaft, regardless of their similar sizes.
+
+Yolk moaned harder as his cockslit was forced wider to take both shoulders. A slight and painless stretch was felt along with their intrusion, as his urethra slowly warmed up after a long hiatus. The monkey rubbed his gray palms over the lump further into his horse cock, feeling the wolf feed himself deeper, unearthing his dormant potential as predator. His nuts burned inside with desire, and he couldn't wait to swallow Berry whole once again.
+
+Meanwhile, the wolf moaned as more of his body was squeezed by Yolk's hot walls. He panted as he got harder, inhaling the overwhelming monkey musk as he navigated through fleshy walls and precum coating them. The stench of fresh seed was like a pheromone to him, and the athletic lupine wanted nothing more than to submit to Yolk and his large, ravenous bits.
+
+Even with his arms pinned to the sides, and the smooth tunnel getting tighter, it was relatively easy for Berry to squirm further in. Just like the first time around, he thought... With his head being squelched through Yolk's prostate, his crotch grinding against the slick tunnel surrounding him, and his feet dangling from the entrance above the ground, the wolf was struck by that familiar feeling that the cock was pulling him in on its own, without his assistance.
+
+The trip wasn't particularly long, feeling shorter as his predator got acclimated to stuffing people inside of him once again. When Berry's face squeezed through the entrance to one of Yolk's balls, that spunky aroma assailed his nose tenfold harder. The nut that he'd squeezed himself into was eager to swallow him once again, forcing itself onto all of the wolf's senses. He had no choice but to let all of his fur get stained in Yolk's cum, as he slunk through the testicular folds.
+
+His new room churned and sagged with Berry's weight, expanding to fit someone as big as him. And the lupine loved it, even as the monkey's cum made its way into his mouth. He felt horny and nostalgic, with each tiny detail much more vivid than the wolf's imagination prior to his Pred-Sat exam could've mustered. He was so enraptured in reliving his fantasy that he didn't even notice the rest of his body spilling in, being forced into a furry lump in that churning cauldron of seed.
+
+There was just one thing missing from his last stay in Yolk's balls: company. But with his classmates on their way in, that would change soon enough.
+
+The monkey moaned when his right nut grew even bigger, with the wolf writhing underneath his blue-furred skin. His pair wouldn't be uneven for long, with the second upperclassman in line already more than halfway into his horse cock – who had barely waited to push himself in since the last of Berry had slipped out of sight.
+
+With one-and-a-half prey consumed by his flared member, it'd already started to grow. This time, Yolk knew from experience that the bulk of the growing effect was temporary – at best, some of its larger size would linger by the end of his teaching assistance. He wasn't sure if that was a big plus, especially if it caused more dysphoria with the rest of his body, but that wasn't a concern for now. Not when it felt so good as the second student fully disappeared past the entrance, and the next one had already lined his snout against the throbbing member's entrance.
+
+As time passed, the auditorium felt emptier, and his ballsac got larger. The main sounds were those of men's muffled moans inside of Yolk, and of his cock squelching and gulping as it squirted more pre over each new willing prey. The students inside were already going at it with each other – not even waiting for their exam to officially start, or probably forgetting about the exam in the first place.
+
+Each new Breeder was consumed faster than the last, being fed to either of his nuts at the end and causing each to grow alternatingly. His balls splayed over the floor of the auditorium, alleviating some of the burden of having to carry a whole class's worth of people between his legs. Yolk rubbed his hands over the blotched and veiny skin, massaging the thickening shaft and feeling the squirms of men pushing through from his tip to his prostate before they slumped into one of the balled-up crowds.
+
+"How are you holding up?" The German shepherd's smooth voice broke Yolk's lustful trance, while the teacher began unbuttoning his smock. "It looks like you aren't having any trouble at all with my class."
+
+"Huh...? Oh, g-guess so." He answered as he looked towards the line of people, only to find no-one else standing in front of him. There was only a pair of ankles and a bushy tail sticking out from his cock, quickly being slurped into his urethra. "Is that all of them, already? I lost count..."
+
+"Mhm. I had a feeling that Berry's high praise of you wasn't an exaggeration!" He unbuckled his belt as he spoke, but Yolk was too distracted to notice.
+
+"Yeah... I didn't realize how much I missed this~."
+
+He felt the dozen or so men squirming in his two balls, thrusting into each other and his enthralling folds. As the last student slipped down from his body, his much larger cock pulsed, unleashing one large chunk of thick semen that escaped from his enormous sac. It plopped onto the ground, with an almost jelly-like consistency. Yolk could feel there was much more where it came from. Inside of his cum factories, it smooshed onto every single inch of his prey, claiming them with both his seed and his musk.
+
+His cock was as long and girthy as an average-sized person, and his bulky nuts were splayed onto the floor, forcing the monkey to ride them like a saddle. With more than eleven people in him, he'd beaten his winter break record, and he didn't even need to prepare...! But he was excited about spending the next week stuffed with other Breeders, all of them trying to ensure his satisfaction...
+
+Suddenly, he jolted as he felt a hand slipping into his stretched cockslit. Yolk hadn't expected any more students – wasn't that the lot of them, simmering in his balls? But standing in front of him was only the German shepherd – fully naked, with his toned pecs and abs at full display, and half of his arm swallowed by the horse cock.
+
+"What's with that surprised look...?" The teacher asked him. "How else am I supposed to evaluate and grade my students?"
+
+The monkey's hips lurched forward, helping the dog sink in up to his shoulder. "Hfff... I-I wasn't expecting to–"
+
+"Is there a problem, Yolk?" He teased.
+
+"Mmf...! Not at all, sir~."
+
+"Please, call me Oberon..."
+
+The German shepherd brought his free hand to the entrance, willingly trapping it inside. Both arms were squeezed into Yolk's cock. He was larger than any of his students – though not as large as Mr. Murdoch –, but despite the wider stretch from his hefty arms alone, his cock swallowed Oberon just the same. He had been packing a formidable member all along, to boot. But it was still a fraction relative to the horse cock that would engulf all of the German shepherd in no time.
+
+Still, Yolk couldn't help but feel envious of the dog and his body. And he couldn't deny that the Pred-Sat teacher /did/ look pretty hot, all big and muscular...
+
+"Ahh, O-Oberon..." The monkey gasped at the bigger bulge forming on his hungry cock. His tunnel eagerly slurped him in, wanting to claim the very masculine canine to itself. "Now I wish that I /was/ the one getting 'private lessons' with you, mff... Y-You're such a stud~."
+
+"Thanks to plenty of exercise! I wasn't always like this, you know... Until I joined the college football team, at about your age. Never too late to consider it!"
+
+Oberon winked, their conversation forcefully cut short as the flared glans approached his face. Without hesitation, the German shepherd plunged his entire head inside, nudging the walls further out and letting his shoulders slip in right after.
+
+The teacher's surprisingly bulky frame stretched the gray cock and its blue spots from inside even wider. He couldn't have imagined that Oberon would go inside right after his students... Then again, Yolk also wasn't expecting to hog the entire class in his balls.
+
+Not that he would complain. For a class called Predator Satisfaction, he would expect this next week to be nothing short of a wonderful time...
+
+While he stroked himself – as best as his regular-sized hands could rub across his monstrous cock –, Yolk couldn't help but wonder how the next days would unfold for him. Was he allowed to leave and go about his week, or would someone come in to assist his needs? In fact, how was the dog even supposed to evaluate all of them, if he could only settle into one of his balls...? He wasn't on the know on a lot of stuff.
+
+But now that he was 'alone' in the auditorium, and extremely well-endowed thanks to his predatorial perks, he couldn't care about it right now. There were far greater priorities in his mind. First and foremost, he wanted to play with himself, now that his penis was so huge and potent once again. Maybe he could cover the whole place with his seed, while he had the time to spare...
+
+Meanwhile, Oberon could hear an orgy awaiting him the way he was headed, before he even slipped through the sphincter leading to the monkey's ball. In all his years as a Pred-Sat teacher, the moment when he spilled inside – smooshed against his fellow prey, and whatever fluids were between the fleshy walls – was always his favorite. There wasn't anything to see, but he could feel and hear, and smell and taste, all that Yolk's nut had to offer.
+
+"There you all are!" The German shepherd greeted the students, though the moans or thrusts didn't stop when he arrived. "Your exam can begin now."
+
+"Obby– I mean, sir?! Is that really you?"
+
+Oberon recognized that student's voice, as well as the cheeky nickname that the wolf had come up with for him.
+
+"Yes, Berry. It's the best way to evaluate you all! I wouldn't be a good teacher if I didn't take every part of my job seriously."
+
+"Ohh, f-fuck..." The submissive wolf replied underneath him, between the other men having fun with each other. "So we get to spend all the week with you...? I-In Yolk's ball~?"
+
+"Of course! But remember that Predator Satisfaction should be your number one priority, not each other. You should simply treat me as an observer, or– Ah...!"
+
+Before he could finish his sentence, Oberon felt a pair of jaws wrap itself around his own cock. Berry's own tongue helped guide it in, letting his teacher's cock expand towards his throat. In the midst of that chaos of many bodies piled on each other, the wolf had found a way to blow his teacher, and he wasn't about to let that chance slip from his grasp. Not while the spunk-induced lust made him even more unrestrained about his sexual urges.
+
+"H-Huff..." The German shepherd panted, managing to rest his paw against the back of Berry's head. "...Maybe I can wait a little longer to start your exam~."
+
+He continued to thrust into the lupine's inviting throat, guided only by the heightened sense of touch from his sensitive cock. At the same time, he could feel the testicle churn and squeeze them tighter – Yolk was about to orgasm. The telltale signs were easy to pick up with his professional experience.
+
+But Oberon wanted to reach his climax at the same time, hoping that he'd release his seed into the wolf's maw at the same time that the monkey's own would spew onto the empty auditorium. He was short on time, but thankfully, the cum getting all over his body and face worked like a virile pheromone. Berry's tongue also did a wonderful job of getting him to the edge. He thrust his hips faster, reaching his limit with the help of his student... And he howled.
+
+The living chamber compressed them all around, jamming his crotch right against the student's lips, while all of the thick jizz was juiced out from the testicle. It rushed past their ruined furs, up through the ceiling and violently splattered onto the room outside. Yolk was having a great time with it, if his orgasmic roars drowning out any other sound were any indication.
+
+Berry dutifully swallowed every last drop of his teacher's cum, but couldn't unglue his mouth from the canine's shaft until the walls around them relented. Finally, the pressure eased around them, and Berry carefully pushed the flaccid dick out of his mouth while everything uncompressed back into a new position.
+
+"That's very good, Berry. Just like we practiced, I see!" Oberon poked fun at his student, after the moans had gotten quiet enough that his voice would be heard across their messy room. "But Yolk is your predator, and this is Pred-Sat. And he wanted you to get an A+, didn't he...? So you better not disappoint him."
+
+Berry chuckled, digging his paws in the darkness of Yolk's nut to find a wall and massage the wrinkled flesh that poured between his digits. He'd be sure to show his love to the monkey's testicle for the whole week.
+
+"Of course, Obby~!"
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Yolk rubbed his hands over the furry sac as he'd done for the last few days, feeling his occupants rubbing him back and sloshing around with his gentle shoves.
+
+"Mmm, fuck. This never gets old~..."
+
+By now, the exam had been almost over. But other than an auditorium which had been the constant victim of an onslaught of monkey cum, there were no signs that nearly seven days had passed. Yolk's mind was still stuck in this state of hazy stupor; and his prey felt the same, no doubt.
+
+It was quite a different experience from his winter break. Sure, the increase in size of his genitals and of his cum production was about the same, but the monkey soon learned that being a Pred-Sat teaching assistant had extra perks.
+
+Once the students' initial lust had been quelled, they'd begun applying their techniques – whenever they weren't having sex with each other. First, by rubbing his walls constantly, in a way where the massages and vibrations felt natural to his body's rhythm. Then, of course, helping to 'eliminate' his excess seed – either directly slurping whatever they wanted – even licking it off the walls...! –, or bringing him to one of his many orgasms.
+
+But Yolk never grew tired from cumming so much, with his prey and their emotional state seemingly providing him with the energy that he needed. Until this exam, he'd never thought that there was any point in prey getting any training for their role. After all, the most that someone could do to please their predator was to squirm sporadically and keep them full, right? Well...the monkey was happy to have been proven wrong.
+
+And his satisfaction was in no small part due to Oberon, who was making sure that the upperclassmen were all committed to getting a good grade on their exam. Yolk was surprised the first time he felt someone slip out from his sac, wondering if they were coming out too soon – only to feel them slip through his ducts towards the other testicle. It felt amazing, enough to get him to spurt out all of his seed yet again...! And as the sensation was repeated occasionally throughout the week – always mirroring the source and destination each time –, it must've been none other than the German shepherd switching places. He certainly took his job seriously, which Yolk was also glad for.
+
+The monkey could've walked away and left the auditorium at any point, but it didn't feel like he even needed to. Just thinking of going anywhere made his legs weak and wobbly... He much preferred to simply lie against his own nuts, using the furry cushions as a lumpy and squirmy mattress, not doing much other than stroking himself as he felt and listened to the churning batter full of horny men within.
+
+Still, dumping coat over coat of perfectly white cream onto the empty chairs of the auditorium felt like a waste... He needed to share this ecstasy with someone before it was over! And after reaching for his phone and going through his contact list – in one of the few moments of clarity that Yolk had –, he knew exactly who to invite over...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Not long after his call, the door suddenly slammed open – the large hand planted on it almost knocking it off of its hinges. The sound didn't alarm Yolk, who was too horny to come to his senses yet again. But he /did/ pick up on the growly, deep voice, which belonged to the large man struggling to squeeze through the small doorframe.
+
+"Mm... That fragrance is making me hard already..." Mr. Murdoch spoke with a room-filling echo, without even trying to be loud. "I can't believe that you've been keeping this from me, boy."
+
+"Hff..." The monkey's toes curled as he reined in his lust. "S-Sorry, coach... It's been hard to –mf!– t-to think straight...!"
+
+The large gorilla nearly ripped his buttoned shirt out, revealing his huge black pecs.
+
+"A simple 'sorry' won't cut it," he roared with a commanding tone. "There's only one thing I want, and that's your huge cock breeding me one more time."
+
+Yolk nodded shyly, unable to blush as his horse cock seemed to divert a lot of blood. Murdoch's words somehow got him even harder than before, giving him an erection larger than the rest of his body.
+
+With his characteristic lack of subtlety, the black-furred gorilla tore his pants off and stood fully naked in front of Yolk. Murdoch's tongue lapped at his flared tip, cleaning up some of the excess cum that continued to spew from the exit. The monkey could feel his nuts squeezing their passengers tighter in return, straining to contain his fresh spunk. They grew squishier and more bloated under his paws, saving up his load in whichever space they could.
+
+His roommate's dad held his own erection while he stood up to turn around, facing his butt towards Yolk. The freshman, resting on the blue waterbeds attached to his crotch, simply admired the gray pair of toned black buttcheeks that his colossal cock pointed towards. The Rabbits' coach leaned back, smooshing his sturdy thighs against Yolk's balls. Compressed even more, the Pred-Sat students within squirmed even harder, moaning more along with their predator.
+
+"P-Please..." The lust-fueled monkey begged. "Hffff...! I can't wait much l-longer!"
+
+"Me neither, boy–"
+
+The large black-furred man pushed further back, sinking more of his weight onto the swollen sac. With nowhere else to escape, some cream was shot through the exit, up through Yolk's ducts and up the massive horse cock. Thankfully, the coach's own ass had spread around the expansive glans, letting them slip inside – making sure that Yolk's first rope wouldn't go to waste.
+
+Mr. Murdoch's ass was just as the monkey had expected it to be – hot and tight, with barely enough space for his ridiculously thick shaft to spear into. The first wave of his load filled all of the gorilla's rectum in one go, spilling some into his bowels, lubricating the fleshy walls for his drooling tip to push through.
+
+Both of his balls finally released their contents through Yolk's ejaculatory ducts, after they'd let their guests simmer in batter long enough, pushed with enough force to travel through all of his length but slowing down at the narrow walls squeezing his tip. It was a slow, drawn-out orgasm, and Yolk moaned loudly as he felt more of his penis slipping into Murdoch's guts, gushing his dense cream deeper up his bowels.
+
+The wide flared tip bulged underneath the gorilla's sculpted abs, before his dark skin started to distend into a rounder shape while maintaining the outline of his six-pack. The roaring monkey couldn't see it, but he could definitely feel his cock head lodged in the top bend of his intestines, as he filled the older simian with his juice that was as viscous as condensed milk.
+
+"Fuck...!" They both shouted in near-unison.
+
+Yolk realized that the coach, sitting on his balls, helped them expel even more of his seemingly unending ejaculate. Murdoch, meanwhile, reached his orgasm hands-free, keeping both of his paws on his increasing abdomen instead. The hot jizz snaked through his whole tunnels, all the way to the brim of his stomach. The muscles on his body compressed the nearly unmanageable volume to keep it in, but it was still quite a heft that shifted into his body.
+
+Murdoch's growing weight sunk more onto Yolk's balls, now that the furry orbs shrunk a bit. It let the cock slide further into him, pushing that flare against the large intestines. His belly had a distinguishable bulge from it – not to mention the sudden roundness it'd gained. There was still some cum left rushing to leave the monkey's body, continuing to inflate the guts like a balloon.
+
+Though his belly that sloshed with seed and horse cock was quite large, it didn't get as big as it had during the winter break, not even growing to the size of one of Yolk's filled nuts. Maybe because he hadn't been saving up for long, or maybe some of that seed had been redirected to feed the monkey's prey instead. Still, he'd managed to fit the large pulsing shaft in his ass without issue, and snagged every remaining drop of Yolk's virile load to boot.
+
+"Mmm...that's a good boy, impregnating my ass once again." The gorilla muttered, rubbing over the flared bulge in his belly and feeling the sensitive cock twitch at the attention. "You should've called me sooner. But late is better than never."
+
+Yolk panted as his mind cleared after nutting. "Hfff...hf...th-that was amazing, Mr. Murdoch...! I just...wish that I had done more."
+
+"Hm?" He turned his neck to look at the spent monkey. "You mean, rut me again?"
+
+"No– I mean, definitely~... But also, I wish that I could thrust my hips and fuck you properly."
+
+The gorilla chuckled. "Mm, that /would/ feel wonderful, I'm sure... But with that scrawny body of yours, I don't think you could manage."
+
+"Y-Yeah... I was thinking the same thing." He gently caressed the coach's firm butt, which kept most of his cock entrapped while it remained erect in his bowels. "So I was thinking...maybe I could join the football team? Get into shape, with a body that matches my cock and all after this."
+
+"Join the team, huh...?" He rubbed his chin. "Well, you get along with all of the team – and especially with me, heh. And we could always use more players, other than the new peeps coming to Breeders. But if you're serious about it, you'll have to bulk up those muscles. Can't have any wimps on the Rabbits."
+
+"O-Of course, coach. I'll do anything...!"
+
+"I know you will." The gorilla patted his wobbling gut, feeling it sway along with the moving masses under Yolk's skin. "I'll tell you what, boy. I will find you a personal trainer – someone on the team –, and over the summer break, you two will do your best to get yourself in shape. But you gotta commit, otherwise I won't let you get on the team. Understood?"
+
+"Yes, sir!"
+
+Murdoch smirked, and dug his feet onto the ground. He pushed his legs against Yolk's cum-drained nuts, slowly slipping forward and sweeping the top half of the monster dick with his anus. Yolk grunted as he felt himself slowly pull free from the grasp of the coach's hungry ass, feeling the walls clench and keep his seed trapped. Soon, the gorilla stood up, popping the cock head out from his butt – and causing the monkey to spew one last rope of cum onto the ground.
+
+"Such a nice load..." He turned to Yolk and rubbed the large dome on his midriff. "Can't wait to turn all of this into more muscle mass. This coach has to set a good example for his players, y'know?"
+
+Yolk grinned, but before he could answer, an alarm started ringing in the room. Both men looked around, their gazes ending up in a puddle of cum. With the monkey virtually immobilized, Murdoch walked over to it, casually sinking his large paw into the white jelly and retrieving a phone that looked too small in comparison to his palm.
+
+Wiping most of the cloudy liquid from the screen, he examined the blurry words on the popup and read them out loud.
+
+"...'Exam over'."
+
+"Oh...!" Yolk exclaimed. "That must be Mr. Oberon's phone. I guess it's time to let everyone out of my balls..."
+
+The thought of it left Yolk a bit melancholic, but it would be selfish to keep them beyond the duration of their exam. Besides, he had a new training regimen to start, and he didn't want to disappoint Murdoch by already skipping on his commitment.
+
+He had expected the coach to simply leave him, but he lingered in front of Yolk's cock instead. His black eyes were transfixed on the cum still dripping from the flared glans, bringing his fingers close to the entrance. The monkey shivered at the slightest touch, since his shaft was still quite sensitive.
+
+"...Do you want me to help with that? I'd love to pull them out, one by one."
+
+Murdoch's proposition made the monkey's gray face turn red. Yolk didn't expect it at all, but the idea was so enticing that it became the only thing in his head. He nodded slowly – then threw his head back when the gorilla's fist immediately pushed into his throbbing length.
+
+The muscular arm dug into the horse cock, shoving away all of the cum lining the urethra and forming a new bulge that expanded towards the base. Yolk moaned as his body tried to unsuccessfully drag the strong ape into him as well, but the hand pushed in faster than his muscles tried to swallow it. It left him vulnerable to Murdoch's fisting – and that really turned him on.
+
+The arm filled his entire shaft, with a very different touch compared to when someone had been swallowed by his cock. For one, it was thinner than a whole person, and he couldn't pull in the rest of the gorilla. But the sensation of being stretched was still wonderful, especially with the large fingers probing his prostate from inside, as they managed to find their way down to Yolk's ball.
+
+Fighting against all the cum on its way, the hand pushed through the tighter ducts and past a sphincter, causing Yolk to howl out yet again. If he hadn't just emptied a massive load into Murdoch's guts, he'd have probably climaxed again right then. The gorilla probed while the testicle churned around his wrist – which conveniently dragged someone's ankle towards his open hand.
+
+He gripped it carefully, making sure that the furry leg covered in semen wouldn't slip from his grasp before yanking it back out. Yolk roared when the mass was forced out from his nut, with his sensitive nerves interpreting it as a very solid and squirmy ejaculation. Once again, it was pure ecstasy – especially as he got to watch his roommate's dad shoulder-deep in his cock, his belly sloshing in plain view with all of that cream that Yolk had stuffed him with.
+
+The lump in his blotched member grew and turned more detailed when the first prey being freed was pulled through the last of the path. Whoever they were, he wasn't fighting the extraction, wriggling and moaning only to help Murdoch pry them out more easily. The monkey kept his muscles under control, to avoid sucking them back into the chambers where the rest of the class was still trapped in.
+
+Finally, the gorilla's whitened hand emerged from his cockslit, gripping a paw with fur utterly ruined from soaking in Yolk's jizz for a week. The rest of the body slipped out easily, since his cock was more eager to release this fake load than to suck the prey back in. The blue simian hadn't expected that an orgasm literally forced out from him could feel so good...
+
+His horse cock finally slumped down on his overstuffed nuts when the student slunk out. He was dangling in the air, held by Murdoch's iron grip. Whoever they were, Yolk couldn't recognize them – the dense layer of musky globs made them look like a white blob, with the fuzzy shape of an anthro.
+
+Of course, Murdoch wouldn't miss out on Yolk's fresh seed, and killed two birds with one stone with a well-placed lick across the smaller male. He lapped up the virile juices and sent them down to his sloshing gut with a gulp. It revealed some brown and gray coarse fur underneath, as well as the lupine facial features of the athletic student.
+
+"I-It's so cold out here..." Berry said, almost clattering his teeth while being held upside-down. With his eyes exposed, he looked at the gorilla in front of him, and would've jumped in surprise if he wasn't dangling in the air. "C-C-Coach?!"
+
+"Hey, boy." Murdoch muttered to his player, though his deep and firm voice was clear. "Your exam's up. You better have given Yolk the time of his life in there."
+
+The exposed – and visibly exhausted – wolf inhaled some fresh air, adjusting to the environment outside of the testicle and the sudden appearance of his coach. "I-I tried my best in there~..."
+
+"That's good."
+
+The gorilla gently put Berry down, letting him rest on the ground – right onto a thick pool of cum. Yolk silently watched, still recovering from the mix of wonderfully familiar and novel alien feelings from his fuck-buddy being squeezed through his horse cock.
+
+Murdoch licked his fingers clean before placing them against the edge of Yolk's flare once again, in position to start all over again. He grinned and spoke. "Anyone else from the team in there?"
+
+Yolk shook his head. "N-No, sir... Just eleven other students, and Oberon. It's gonna t-take a while –huf– to get them all out..."
+
+"Sure will. And I'll be sure to savor every second of it... Ready?"
+
+The monkey was glad that Murdoch would still help. It'd make this lewd process so much easier and enjoyable...
+
+"R-Ready~."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Sitting alone at the gym, Yolk could still feel the inside of his cock tingling pleasingly from yesterday's action. His large balls – not as large as they'd been during the exam – felt somewhat empty, although there was plenty of fresh batter churning within them. But it wasn't time to linger on his latest predatorial escapade. Today would mark the start of his training, and he really wanted to focus on his goal of joining the Rabbits.
+
+He didn't know who was going to be his personal trainer, other than them being someone from the football team. He was friends with all of them, so it could've been anyone. As he waited on his late instructor, Yolk wondered who the coach had picked.
+
+His first thought was Berry, of course. But from the texts they'd exchanged, the wolf was recovering from the Pred-Sat exam – which he and all of his class had aced. They definitely deserved a break, after all that they had done for Yolk over the last week.
+
+Then he remembered Gunnar, who was probably the most serious player on the team in regards to his training. Even when he 'took a break', the shark was all about running or swimming or hiking, or anything resembling a sport... Thankfully, Gunnar was out of town for the summer break – Yolk would never keep up with his energetic pace, and he probably would've quit, or died from exhaustion before he had the chance to.
+
+He kept remembering his other friends on the Rabbits. Silas, Lauritz... Yolk got along with every single one of them, and they always joked about how the monkey was an honorary member of the team. During the winter break, he'd become way more than that – a holiday retreat, of sorts.
+
+Being part of their 'team-building exercise' had been nice and all... Extremely nice, in fact. But the idea of /actually/ joining the team, and playing alongside them instead of watching from the stands, seemed like a great opportunity to get even closer – and bulkier. Yolk wanted to give his best shot at this, and he wouldn't squander the opportunity given to him by the coach.
+
+He just hoped that Murdoch hadn't chosen Abe as his personal trainer. If so, the aloof pitbull would probably forget to even come train with him...
+
+"There you are!" A voice called to him from the door, stealing his attention. "Sorry I'm late, Yoyo. Dad wanted to talk with me for a bit first."
+
+...Of course! How could Yolk forget /him/? Not only was he the quarterback, but the one player that the monkey knew best. His own roommate, and the coach's son.
+
+"Hey, Cal!" He greeted him while raising his gray paw. "Did Coach ask you to be my personal trainer?"
+
+The gorilla blushed a little. "Y-Yeah... Actually, I was the one who asked him to–" He bit his lip. "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
+
+Yolk scuttled his butt over the weight bench to offer him some space. Calvin walked over and carefully relaxed onto the seat, although he couldn't take his eyes off of what lay between the monkey's legs. Yolk's gray length, covered in blue blotches, was even bigger – he could tell even while it was flaccid. The result of a whole week of having his balls overfed, no doubt. The difference between the simian's hyper bits and his slender frame were even starker and more discordant.
+
+Without even thinking, the gorilla moved his black hand towards it. His fingers ran across the veiny horse cock, feeling it twitch and engorge at his caressing. The bulge in his own sweatpants swelled.
+
+Yolk exhaled hard through his nostrils, letting his roommate explore his manhood. Other than cock-voring him last during the winter break, he and Calvin had never done anything sexual alone. At most, the voyeuristic gorilla would silently watch the monkey fuck someone (usually Abe), or jack off. This was the most forward that the gorilla had ever been.
+
+"I thought you only enjoyed watching, not joining in~..." Yolk cooed, softly grunting as he got harder.
+
+Calvin blushed a bit, not taking his eyes away from Yolk's penis. "Y-Yeah... I thought so too. But I kept rewatching your video on my phone. I-I think I'm addicted..."
+
+"Which video?"
+
+"The one with you and Dad– Coach. Y'know, right after you put me away during the winter break... I-It's kinda embarrassing to admit, but when I see your thick cock sliding into that butt, I just..."
+
+The gorilla moved his hands to his pants, and Yolk thought that he'd pull out his phone. Instead, Calvin adjusted his sweatpants – his dick was apparently getting uncomfortably swollen inside of his clothes, forming a stain from pre.
+
+"Whenever I watch it, I cover the corner with my thumb so I can't see his face on the screen. And then, I k-kinda pretend that you're fucking /me/ in the video... Fuck, that sounds cringe, doesn't it?" He shook his head. "But I jacked off to it so many times. And these last months I used a bunch of toys to stretch myself, in case I ever got the chance to...y'know."
+
+Yolk chuckled. He never imagined that his roommate would be interested in him and his body for anything other than his amateur filmmaking. "And you think that you can fit all of it?"
+
+With a red hue to his cheeks, Calvin nodded enthusiastically. He gripped the fabric of his pants, looking almost in pain from keeping himself composed.
+
+"Alright, then show me."
+
+The gorilla's eyes gaped. "...Wh-What, right now?"
+
+"Right now~." And the monkey spread his legs, helping his equine member erect itself upwards.
+
+Calvin didn't hesitate. He removed his pants as fast as possible, gasping from relief as his hard cock sprung free from the waistband. The gorilla didn't even bother removing one of the legs from his ankle, shifting around the bench while holding Yolk's cock on both hands.
+
+More of the monkey's view was obscured by his roommate's black-furred back, scooting his butt over to the flared tip. From behind, Calvin looked just like a younger, smaller version of his dad. If anything, his roommate was just as determined about taking Yolk raw, not even bothering to lubricate his hole before trying to slip it around the shaft.
+
+The football player gritted his teeth as he felt his tight ring stretching, realizing that Yolk was just one size too big compared to any toys he'd practiced with. But he kept pushing his hips back, allowing the broad cockhead to finally fit snugly in his rectum. Calvin clenched his muscles to make sure that the widest part wouldn't slip out, forcing him to do this all over again. He sighed in relief, now that the hardest part was over. The rest should be wonderfully easy.
+
+He leaned further back, putting the weight of his legs onto the monkey's body. Yolk was pinned under him, regretting that he was too weak to thrust into his athletic mate yet again. Still, he couldn't deny the pleasure of being a passive top, feeling the strong suction of the anal wrinkles trying to milk his length.
+
+Unlike Murdoch, he could tell that Calvin had never taken such a massive dick before. Both could feel his tunnels rearranging, straightening to let that throbbing log penetrate deeper. Yolk moaned when his plump and juicy nuts were squeezed under Calvin, hips locked to hips. The gorilla followed suit, gasping for air when that cylindrical bulge in his abs reached the top and squeezed the inside of his chest.
+
+The muscular ape lifted his butt, letting his anus get a moment of respite as the cock started to slide out with a squelch. Then, he sat right back down, hitting his short-furred back against Yolk's exposed gray belly. The second time that tip pushed deep into him, the discomfort was lessened, but his lust was even stronger. He'd fantasized about this for months – and finally, it was even better than he could have anticipated.
+
+"OOOOoooohhhHH... Y-Yolllk~!" He slurred out his roommate's name, slapping their thighs together faster.
+
+The blue monkey was focused on not blowing his load too soon, despite how good it felt. He'd managed to sneak his fingers over to Calvin's crotch, wrapping them around his much smaller erection and stroking it too. The two men continued like this for as long as they could, their moans growing wilder, and their movements getting jerkier.
+
+The gorilla was the first to howl out in climax, and Yolk felt the tunnel compressing around his whole shaft, squeezing a simultaneous orgasm out of him. Of course, with hyperactive nuts like his, Yolk's fun hardly ended upon reaching his peak – and Calvin knew it.
+
+Still, the barrage of monkey batter that flooded into his guts was far beyond his expectations. Like the other gorilla's belly yesterday, Calvin's grew larger, with each new glob making an audible 'glut!' as they were deposited in his large intestines. The inflating fluid stretched his insides even more thoroughly than the horse cock squirting like an uncontrollable hose.
+
+The bottom instinctively held his belly, taking in Yolk's load no matter how much semen there was. The pressure of the liquid sloshing inside wrestled against his prostate, helping his own cock make a bigger mess onto the gym's floor. But he couldn't care about his pitiful seed, enjoying as his belly bloated out more and more with that virile one. Calvin could tell that it'd ruin not only his figure, but his preferences – every man and their penis would have to compare to Yolk's.
+
+Finally, the monkey's nuts dried up after another full release. The ape felt heavier on his lap after the rut. His cock lodged deep in his intestines, contained within the pool of his own cum hidden away, leaving them locked together. How much Yolk yearned to simply lift his roommate, as a display of power... It only made him more determined to actually go forward with his training.
+
+Calvin was the first to speak. "A-ahh...so full...!" He slapped his dark bulging belly, hearing the cream filling slosh within. "F-Fuck, it feels wonderful..."
+
+Yolk chuckled as he felt the gorilla's dome with his hands. "No longer jealous of your dad, are you~?"
+
+"Mmm, definitely... I mean, I still wish I could take your cock at the size it was during the winter break, just like in the vid! But I'm gonna have to get bigger and stretchier, since I don't want to be split in half, heh."
+
+He slowly raised himself, relaxing his butt to let Yolk's horse cock spill out. His anus was way too loose, also causing thick globs of seed mixed with his anal fluids to fall out and splatter across the floor.
+
+"Ah...what a waste. Guess I'll have to train my anal muscles too. Good thing you were generous to dump a ton of calories in there for me~." Calvin turned around to show his new plumpness, larger than his head and conflicting with his brawny physique. "I hope that workout didn't get you tired, Yoyo... That was just a warm-up."
+
+The monkey grinned and shook his head. If anything, that quick fuck only left him more energized and motivated than before. After all, Yolk was a natural Breeder. Even if he hadn't aced his exams to prove it, he could feel the post-coitus adrenaline in his veins, urging him to take on this new challenge.
+
+"Oh, I'm more than ready, Cal." He answered back, lying on the weight bench to start his training. Yolk was ready to take it head-on.
+
+Calvin smirked, then remembered that he had to be an actual personal trainer. "Just don't forget to stretch first!" Perhaps Yolk had enough fire in him to join the team after all, he thought.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Over the next few days, Calvin's initial impression would be proven right. Yolk put in the work, sticking to his strict (and kinky) regimen. While most of Breeders College spent their summer break away from campus, the pair of simians made their visits to the gym the cornerstone of their routine. It was almost an addiction to the both of them – and not just because of the amazing sex.
+
+The monkey hardly seemed to get tired, only ever sweating from the summer heat. Almost like magic, his body turned noticeably buffier over the next days. His arms and legs bulked up; his pecs and abs acquired some hardness as the muscles bulged out into an athletic shape. Through his efforts, Yolk slowly improved his body, bringing it closer to the beefy ideal he was hoping to achieve.
+
+Not only was he progressively more satisfied whenever he stared into the mirror in the mornings, he was getting much stronger as well. Every day, he had to go through a new set of weights, or a heavier battery of exercises with more repetitions – and every day, he absolutely crushed his personal bests.
+
+But Yolk's evolution was also addictive for his trainer to experience. Each day, Calvin marveled at his roommate's progress, whose bodybuilding was making him much more masculine and – he wasn't afraid to admit it – sexy as fuck. But his first-hand experience with the new Yolk wasn't limited to ogling his defined muscles. After all, the workout wouldn't be the same without some action that left him filled...
+
+Either through his mouth or his ass, the gorilla would make sure that the juices from Yolk's fat nuts wouldn't go to waste, until the furry sac was churning to refill its daily batch. But that always meant having a bloated belly by the end of their 'training'... Still, Calvin found himself used to the extra heft, and burned some of those extra calories with his own exercise routine.
+
+But whether it was small at the start of the day, or big by the end, he always had a round bulge on his midriff. It sagged a bit from his otherwise muscular body, and sloshed whenever he moved around. Thanks to the regular cum infusions, even Calvin had gotten more massive. And the more he thought about it, the less he minded the pot belly look on his otherwise athletic figure.
+
+"48... 49... Fifty." Yolk put the barbell on the rack like it was nothing, without ever breaking a sweat. "Well, that was easy. Are you sure that these are the heaviest weights here...?"
+
+The dropped-jaw gorilla took a moment to collect himself. "D-Dude...! I can't even lift that much... You're too fucking swole!"
+
+"I sure am~."
+
+He took the chance to brag and flex his biceps. The monkey was absolutely unrecognizable to anyone else, bulging musculature across his ripped body. He was also larger overall, thanks to all of the buff bulk. It finally suited his hyper cock and balls in both looks and power.
+
+The gorilla continued. "It's insane how swole you got, and so fast. I think you got more muscle than anyone in the team...! Plus, you look so hot~..."
+
+"You do too." The brawny monkey replied with an offhand compliment, but it made Calvin distraught.
+
+"Even with this belly of mine...?"
+
+Yolk nodded. "ESPECIALLY with that belly, dude. I get horny just thinking how I've bred your holes over and over with my seed...and how it's making you bigger and..." He paused, realizing the coincidence of the word at the tip of his tongue. "...and heavier."
+
+Yolk realized it just now: there /was/ a better weight for him to train with. One that not only looked heavy enough, but would only get heavier as time went on.
+
+"I have an idea, Cal. Come closer~."
+
+"Yeah? What did you have in mind– W-Woah?!"
+
+Calvin suddenly found himself in the monkey's tight grip. The strong hands squeezed his black shoulders tightly, and he was lifted off the ground with barely more effort than the barbell set. He kicked the air in his surprise, raised above Yolk and staring into the ceiling. They were both horizontal, and the blue simian held him in a way that gave him a good view of his roommate's toned ass.
+
+"Hmm... I think I've found a new weight~." Yolk chuckled, and his horse cock got harder at the sight of his personal trainer's helplessness.
+
+"B-But Yoyo, you're already such a h-hunk... You don't need to get stronger! Put me down...!" Calvin pleaded, but the world shifted as he was lowered forward, until something hard and fleshy squeezed into his backside. "–OooOOOHHhhhh, fffuck..."
+
+The gorilla could feel his insides stretching once again as he was put down, easily gobbling up Yolk's shaft. He'd been fucked so many times that his ass was nice and loose, stretching around the hyper member to take all of it within moments. Completely at Yolk's mercy, Calvin was lowered until the whole length was lodged deep into his intestines once again, forming a throbbing bulge in his plump belly.
+
+Just as easily as it had been crammed into him, the dick started to slip out. The ape was being bench-pressed and lifted away, leaving his butt empty. Yolk's cock was free, and completely covered in his anal slime. But the monkey was nowhere near done with his 'training', swinging Calvin back down to fuck him as deep as he could, then pull out – again, and again.
+
+The monkey muttered under his breath with each repetition. "Three... Four... Hf–! F-Five..."
+
+Calvin could only gasp in return, being used as a training weight and a cocksleeve at the same time. It was simply too much...! It didn't take long to reach his climax, pumping his gorilla seed and clenching his ass around the horse cock – an involuntary reaction that often milked an orgasm out of Yolk.
+
+This time wasn't any different, and once again he felt the hot cum flood into his guts. Once more, Yolk's prolific nuts worked to fatten him up. Watching his belly balloon out was almost addictive, and neither of them got tired of it.
+
+Once he'd pumped him full yet again, Yolk let the dark-furred ape rest on his chiseled chest. "Mm, only seven... Maybe we can go for full reps tomorrow~."
+
+Calvin gasped for air, feeling the monstrous penis still deep in his body. "...I-I hope so. Fuck, never thought you'd use /me/ as a weight... I can't wait to see how far you'll go, Yoyo~."
+
+The monkey rubbed his hands over his roommate's renewed heft, massaging the overworked guts. He was counting on his fertile seed being processed by the gorilla's body into more mass. After all, he thought that this new weight was still a bit on the light side...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+With the start of a new academic year, the Breeder Rabbits would welcome Yolk into their ranks. However, despite his impressive training and subsequent growth, Murdoch was wary about letting him join the ranks of the main roster – there was much more to winning football games than raw power, like strategy and technique.
+
+Yolk didn't mind that decision. At least, he still got to join them in their practice to pick up on these missing skills. Nevertheless, he enjoyed getting to spend even more time with his friends, in a new way that wasn't cheering them on from the crowd. But beyond the summer break, he and Calvin continued their own personal sessions together, even after the season started.
+
+The two roommates had grown closer – and bigger. Both of them were taller and bulkier simians, with sculpted sets of muscles. Training and fucking had become part of their routine; having that flared glans slipping in and out of the gorilla's loose ass had basically become a ritual.
+
+In fact, that was the reason behind the main difference in the pair's extremely muscular physiques – while Yolk had his enviable horse cock and large fertile nuts, Calvin had his round and heavy gut from all the times that the monkey had fucked him.
+
+Yolk was pleased to have such a helpful personal trainer – and one who, with each passing day, grew to look more like his first crush, Mr. Murdoch. Most of the time outside of classes, practice, or sleep would be spent 'training' together. And it wasn't uncommon for their fellow Rabbits friends to join them in their training, either for kinky purposes, or– ...Well, mostly for kinky purposes.
+
+Abe, in particular, was happy to share his boyfriend with Yolk – provided that he got some moments to worship the monkey's hyper bits. Keeping the pitbull pinned underneath his heavy dick, while he made out with Yolk's furry testicles, turned out to be a great motivation to bench-press Calvin harder...
+
+More often than not, both of them would end up lying together on the weight bench, after the Yolk had lifted and fucked the gorilla — with his cock still buried in him. Calvin would curl up as much as he could, trying to make himself smaller than the equally sinewy monkey he'd be resting on. Yolk's rugged abs and pecs served perfectly as a mattress, taut enough to sustain his increased weight without trouble. All of his skin, whether it was covered in blue fur or not, had that same swollen and beefy texture, robust and tough like marble...
+
+The monkey, Calvin thought, wasn't anything like the shy and meek roommate he'd been before the winter break. But this was definitely an upgrade. He was quite a stud now, with a macho figure that imparted gallantry and command. Large in every sense, his muscles seemed to throb with virility in sync with each heartbeat. arms and legs so stiff and hefty, without him even having to flex his biceps or quadriceps. Even at the touch, it looked unreal — it was hard not to mistake him for a sculpture of an athletic god. It made even the strong gorilla feel small and powerless.
+
+But underneath his hulking, almost monstrous presence, he was still the lovable and gentle Yolk he'd always been. He had unbelievable strength, but he always kept it under control — and that only made him hotter in Calvin's eyes.
+
+Resting on the athletic, bulky, thick ribs and abs of his partner, he wished that he'd actually be allowed to play with him and the rest of the Rabbits. He disagreed with coach's assessment, even if Yolk didn't mind being sidelined, and thought he'd do great in the matches.
+
+Besides, it was a shame how only Calvin — and occasionally the other players — would be shown the best that Breeders College could offer. The crowds in their football games deserved a little taste of what his roommate looked like and what he could do. He would fantasize about a whole public yearning for his stunning fuckmate, and the thought of it got him so jealous and aroused...
+
+However, as weeks passed and the season picked up the pace, the coach of the Rabbits grew concerned. The off-conference matches turned out to be harsher than before, and every other team seemed to have a new star player – an ace up their sleeve. Unfortunately, none of his new freshmen really fit that bill. They weren't bad at the game, but Murdoch needed someone spectacular. Someone who'd have the perfect chemistry with their quarterback.
+
+Thankfully, after much pleading from his team, he had one obvious choice of Breeder in mind...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+At the end of the last conference game, the team could hardly believe the result themselves. After letting Yolk join their lineup, and after putting so much sweat into each match, they'd gotten the result they needed, and won the last match.
+
+The Breeder Rabbits were the champions. They'd done it...!
+
+No sooner had they shouted their hearts out in the field, elated under the cheers of the spectators, they all ran back into the locker room. The players loved their fans, but they wanted to celebrate their hard-earned victory among themselves. After all, Calvin had come up with a kinky plan in case they won, and all of the team had agreed to it... Although, unlike his winter break bet, Yolk – the star revelation of their team – was in it from the start.
+
+The monkey could barely wait. He began removing his protective gear as fast as he could, tossing his helmet and shoulder pads away before any of the other men even came into the locker room. His groins burned from lust, and his compression pants couldn't come off fast enough. Yolk's hard cock sprung out at nearly three feet, and his heavy balls bounced towards the ground. Their creamy contents stirred within, anticipating the wonderful stuffing they'd receive once more.
+
+As he finally removed his shirt and stood fully naked – some sweat from the game still on his blue fur and gray skin –, Yolk watched the line forming in front of his cock. Berry was first, holding the monkey's flared glans gently and bringing his lupine snout to the opening in its center. The others simply watched eagerly, stroking themselves or each other to quell their excitement. They were almost impatient about ending up inside one of Yolk's nuts yet again, and that excited him even more.
+
+This victory belonged to all of them, but they all knew that they wouldn't have gotten this far without their simian teammate. His training had paid all dividends...and then some! He and Calvin were now the largest and stronger players, surpassing even Pyotr, the polar bear. With the monkey's offensive control of the plays, and the gorilla's quick thinking and strategy, the duo had scored more than enough points to ensure their victory, time and again. But that was recent history; Yolk was currently more invested in a different sort of score...
+
+No sooner had Berry buried his snout into the horse cock one more than the walls started to pull and swallow him. The musky tunnel shook with Yolk's pent-up moans, urging him to sneak himself deeper inside.
+
+But before he even began to feed himself willingly to it, someone's jaws had wrapped around his own penis, lapping at it and forcing him upwards through the tunnel...! Berry gasped, feeling the sneaky player's long snout and sharp teeth pleasuring him with an impromptu blowjob from Dell, the alligator.
+
+Despite the initial surprise, he relaxed and opened his legs, leaving himself completely vulnerable to both the reptile's excessive licks and the monkey's ravenous shaft.
+
+More lathered pre clung to his fur, helping him get swallowed by the musky flesh. The smooth walls stretched around him, with his body submerged up to his chest in Yolk's manhood – no doubt making a big and discernible bulge along the blotched member. Berry could even feel the vibrations of testicles further away, producing more seed at full speed to receive everyone on the team. He could barely wait to be reunited with those spunky wrinkles...
+
+Yolk grunted as his predatorial cravings were being indulged once more, months after his experience of being a TA for Pred-Sat. As more of Berry disappeared head-first into him, his hyper bits continued to grow as expected – but this time, he had a much hotter body to match. From top to bottom, he was covered in bulging muscles. He'd turned into the epitome of his ideal physique.
+
+Still, he wanted to prove his musculature wasn't just for show. Leaning forward, he firmly grasped Dell's scaly legs and yanked them towards him. Both of his teammates were buff, but their weights combined didn't even come close to what he'd normally lift during practice. With the ease that now only Yolk could manage, he quickly pulled both Dell and Berry off the ground, launching them inside of his cock.
+
+He gasped, barely having time to process it when his former fuck-buddy fully slipped through his prostate in no more than a second. Just like that, the wolf had been claimed by one of his balls, where he belonged. Conversely, the gator wasn't immediately pulled all the way to his sac, like he'd initially hoped. His feet remaining outside of Yolk's cockslit, and he felt the long snout nestled right against the inside of his prostate.
+
+Still, it was a good taste of what was to come – and it only made him lust for more. Leaving Dell like this, his hands lunged at the next two men in line: Lauritz and Gunnar. The thought of stuffing both the hyena and the shark into his cock at the same time made his cock throb, and he felt even more adrenaline than he had during the peak of the game.
+
+Yolk held them tightly together and lifted them, bringing their heads right against his flared tip. He forced them in, flushing Dell the rest of the way through his prostate, so that his next two teammates could bulge his cock out twice as much. He kept track of his score, 2-0 – and he was on his way to snatch two more 'points'. But the game was still just starting.
+
+His balls shook and squelched louder, and the moans inside of his stretchy urethra got more noticeable. The horse cock continued to devour the men, forcing them into the role of fodder for his cum factories. Once inside, they'd be greeted with virile seed, helping Yolk to produce even more of his masculine juices. All the better, as the monkey hoped to treat himself to his most intense orgasm yet...
+
+Yolk crammed in the pair of players with assertive voracity, feeling their squirms that only intensified his cravings for more. He wanted his teammates to be claimed by his heavy sac, to bathe in his load.
+
+As his penis swallowed them away from sight, Yolk helped himself to the next in line, a kangaroo freshman who had just joined Breeders College and their team. He was more shy than the others, this likely being his first time as prey. In either case, Yolk would ensure that his first ride would be quite an unforgettable one. One grab and one shove later, and he disappeared just like the rest...
+
+Fur or scales... No matter who followed, the monkey loved squeezing each man into his urethra. The texture of their skins as they were coated in his thick pre; the moans and thrusts as they were devoured; the growing orgies they joined in either of his nuts... It was all absurdly hot.
+
+Each new prey sunk in more easily than the last, and made his flesh more sensitive to the intrusions. His already large bits continued to grow, throbbing with seemingly endless appetite.
+
+The locker room felt emptier as his furry, writhing orbs forced his legs wider apart. Even Pyotr went into his cock without trouble, the polar bear feeling just as good vanishing from sight as he had many months ago...as all of them had. Yolk realized how much he'd missed cock-voring all of his friends, and habit didn't make it any less exciting.
+
+It wasn't much longer until he'd cleared out all of the line. His old friends, and a couple of new Rabbits, were all eventually flushed down into his fat balls. The last thing sticking out from his bulging gray cock was Abe's panting face, since the dog had pushed his feet in first before Yolk could even grab him. The monkey wrapped his fingers around the pitbull's snout and forced it in, helping that last bulge slip down his blotched shaft as it was massaged deeper into his ducts.
+
+Yolk gasped as his massive rod finally settled, its weight supported by his cushy sac. His arousal was nearly uncontrollable, but he'd managed to stop himself from climaxing too soon. Still, a bunch of his cream already slavered from his cockslit thanks to his overproductive gonads, with more getting produced when his teammates squirmed and moaned within his tight embrace.
+
+The monkey had kept track of his score until now – 12-0. A dozen players contributed to his virility: almost all of the main roster and a few substitutes. But there was one clear exception of someone who hadn't passed through his meatus...
+
+"Mmm, f-fuck, dude..." Calvin approached him from the front, continuing to record the whole scene on his phone while his other hand began massaging one of Yolk's squishy balls. "A-Are you still ready for this next part...?"
+
+The monkey smirked. "Mf... More than ready~."
+
+Despite both of them being extremely buff, Yolk found it amusing how much the gorilla's knees still got weak at the thought of taking his powerful dick. Deep down, he was still the same submissive roommate he'd always had been.
+
+Turning his modest erection and swaying black belly away, Calvin showed his butt, starting to grind it against Yolk's flared tip. With so many men stewing within the pair of balls, the hyper horse cock had grown larger – much more than the gorilla was used to taking in their private training. Still, the monkey knew that his roommate had been working to stretch himself for this exact occasion, though it might be a tight fit nonetheless.
+
+But unlike the times he'd fucked Mr. Murdoch, Yolk had more options at his disposal than simply acting like an inanimate dildo. He moved his ripped arms to the ape's hips, holding them tight. Then, with the unparalleled strength of his biceps and triceps, he pulled Calvin down, hoping he'd go /around/ his cock rather than in.
+
+His glans squished against the gorilla's puffy anus, finding very little give... He was much tighter than Mr. Murdoch, and Yolk was worried that he'd split his mate in half. However, as Calvin grunted, he tried to open his legs wider and relax his anal muscles.
+
+In one particularly strong shove, the dick's head rammed right into his rectum, stretching his butt wide...! Both of them shouted out, the cramped insertion unlike any of their previous hookups. Calvin felt that huge chunk of meat join the sloshing pool in his gut, making sure to film his belly after it doubled in size almost immediately.
+
+While he forced the gorilla to take more of his monstrous penis, Yolk could feel his delayed orgasm welling up within him. It didn't help that Calvin's considerable weight also shifted onto his cushy ballsac, causing its insides to stir more violently.
+
+"R-RRAAaagh...! I-I'm close...!" He muttered between gritted teeth.
+
+"Hff, hfff... n-not yet, Yoyo...! Deeper... M-More, I need MORE!"
+
+Yolk wasn't sure how much deeper he could go before he blew his massive load – he could barely hold on, as things stood...! Still, he mustered even more willpower than he knew he had, pulling harder on his 'bench-pressing weight'. Calvin had been the most frequent target of his fantasies than his old man – and that certainly helped him with his motivation to see this through...
+
+More of those familiar anal walls greeted him, stretched much wider than ever before. He grunted as he forced them to swallow more of his throbbing erection, but he couldn't hold out any longer.
+
+"Haah, haaah... I-I'm about to cum–!"
+
+"Fff... Fuck, give them ALL to me!" Calvin shouted, and thrust his hips back.
+
+Somehow, that motion managed to dislodge even more space inside of the gorilla's guts, fitting almost all of Yolk's raging erection.
+
+Any sense of control that the monkey held onto had dissipated in an instant, and as the floodgates were thrown wide, he gave in to his orgasm with an earth-shaking roar. It felt like electricity coursed through his body, and his release made him convulse.
+
+Normally, his body would've held on to the prey squirming inside of him. But for the first time, Yolk would let his walls fully relax, so that they would push his teammates out the way they came. This, too, was part of Calvin's idea. If all went to plan, Yolk could have his most powerful orgasm ever – cumming not only his seed, but everyone inside of him –, as long as the gorilla's guts could handle being stretched way beyond his known limits.
+
+He continued to shout as a torrent of jizz and men was forced through his body, and then up his cock. It was unbelievably amazing... He could feel everything with his heightened arousal! It was a short and slow journey, but there was definitely a flailing lump moving up his cock, despite being hidden deep in Calvin's ass. Nevertheless, Yolk felt the weight shift as someone was pushed out into his roommate's bowels with a muffled 'plop!'... And then, another... And another!
+
+One by one, each ball-filler was fed straight into Calvin's guts, while both of the buff simians came nonstop. The deluge pumped deeper into the gorilla caused him to pant and moan 'fuck...' over and over, still finding it hard to believe that the squirming inside of his engorging belly was actually real! Moans and thrusts mixed with the goopy blend of jizz and anal juices – but rather than dampen the vibrations, Yolk could feel each one of them along Calvin's walls.
+
+His massive cock still retained its size through the climax. For once, most of what filled Calvin's enormously round belly wasn't Yolk's shaft or seed, but other players from their football team. To Yolk, it was many times better than any of their previous fucks... Hell, it was miles ahead of all the times he'd filled up Calvin's dad!
+
+Yolk counted each man that exited his body and joined the gorilla's anal embrace instead. Nine... Ten... It definitely helped that his seminal ducts would work to push only one person at a time – plus, it made his orgasm last even longer! Eleven... There was still one more inside of him – last but not least, the polar bear, struggling to squeeze through his prostate from his sheer size. Yolk hadn't been able to recognize any others so far, all of them feeling like just another chunk of his load that was inevitably fed straight into Calvin's butt. The monkey clenched his muscles, forcing the last player through his cock. Another lump in his cock...until it wasn't anymore.
+
+And just as his climax died down, he felt his glans finally relax, and his cockslit close down. Twelve... That was all of them...!
+
+Calvin continued to sit on Yolk's balls after he was done, with his giant sloshing belly visible even with his bulky muscles in the way. The monkey's bits were still oversized, and he knew from experience that they'd remain like this for a while longer – but his balls felt much lighter and emptier within.
+
+The swole monkey could finally relax, much more satisfied with himself and his latest accomplishment. A part of him was prouder about this than the conference championship. His cock was also relaxing, turning flaccid while deep in the gorilla, brushing against the swirling cream filling, or the occasional player that bumped against it. Yolk had never felt anything like it before.
+
+No longer forcing Calvin's bowels to their limits, the cock started to slip out, and his roommate's weight shifted forward thanks to his heavy dome filled with prey. Yolk kept holding Calvin's hips, making sure he wouldn't fall forward. It was a lot of weight to pull, but with muscles like his, he could manage it. He didn't pull out either, letting their bodies be separated slowly while Yolk delighted in how his shaft brushed the gorilla's pucker.
+
+Finally, his dick slipped free, with only a few thick globs of cum escaping from the hole before it clenched shut. The rest of Yolk's release was trapped in Calvin as they'd both hoped. A wave of exhaustion hit the star player, and it seemed that the gorilla was about to collapse from fatigue as well.
+
+"...Wanna lie down?" Yolk asked between pants.
+
+Calvin simply nodded, with one large hand on a tiny section of his hefty belly – and the other still holding his phone. The monkey chuckled to himself, surprised that he'd managed to keep recording the whole thing despite what he'd had to endure. Slowly, he gently helped both of them to lay on the tiled floor of the locker room.
+
+They could hear their heavy breathing, the buzz of the fluorescent light, and the slight muffled slosh coming from Calvin's dark fur – but not much else. Even the remaining players seemed to come to rest, lulled by the serenity of the anal tunnels compared to the brutally active testicles.
+
+Both simians simply basked in their after-sex stupor, with the monkey's muscular build spooning a section of the soft and warm hemisphere.
+
+Yolk hummed, with a grin plastered on his face. "Nice, you really did it... I'm impressed~."
+
+"Y-Yeah. I was really worried I couldn't do it."
+
+The gorilla finally put his phone down, using both hands to rub his belly. Feeling the slight shifts within his guts, everyone else in their team now inside. They filled him all of the way, from his rectum to his stomach. Not a single touch against his flesh escaped his notice. Calvin had to keep telling himself that this wasn't a dream – he'd really done it.
+
+"Holy shit...is it always /this/ good...?"
+
+"Mhm~." Yolk yawned. "See? I knew you were a natural at being pred, too."
+
+"I g-guess..." Calvin was still transfixed on his gut. "Did you like it too, Yoyo? Pumping them all into me...?"
+
+"Yeah... I loved it. And," he accentuated it with a gentle squeeze to the gorilla's taut belly, "I'd love to do it again..."
+
+Calvin's jaw dropped. "A-Again...?! Yoyo... Are you serious?"
+
+He took his eyes away from his belly to stare at the monkey hugging it. Yolk's eyes were already closed, and despite his hulking appearance, he seemed peaceful. He'd likely passed out after his last few words.
+
+Honestly, Calvin was surprised that he hadn't fainted until now... Normally, a fuck like that wouldn't overexert Yolk; but after their football game, and their little 'team play', even his seemingly unending stamina was all but spent. With everything that had happened, no-one was more deserving of due rest than Yolk.
+
+The gorilla let out his own little chuckle. The last time he'd been this close to everyone on the team was when he was one of Yolk's prey. But now that he was on the other side of the vore scale, there was a part of him that preferred this role much more. Especially if it meant having the sexy monkey by his side in moments like these, with him nuzzling against his belly in his sleep.
+
+"Y-Yeah," Calvin muttered to himself. "I think I'd love it too~."

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+title: Team Effort
+pubDate: 2023-08-08
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 11600
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Non-fatal same size cock vore, with semi-willing to willing male anthro monkey pred, multiple willing male anthro prey, and long-term endosoma. Also includes hyper cock growth, cock worship, hyper cum inflation, public vore, casual gay sex (oral and anal sex; same size, size difference), and public sex.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_r_2_team_effort.png
+description: |
+  Yolk is ready to kick back and relax during the winter break, but his friends really want to keep him company.
+
+  This story was a request for a raffle winner, as part of an anniversary raffle I held!
+tags: ['cock vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'multiple prey', 'semi-willing predator', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'same size', 'hyper', 'inflation', 'gay sex', 'request']
+requester: {'YolkMonkey': "https://furaffinity.net/user/Vampire101"}
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  Yolk: {"YolkMonkey": "https://furaffinity.net/user/Vampire101"}
+next: team-building
+---
+
+Winter break was finally here. It was nice to have a couple of weeks to take his mind of his studies, Yolk thought. He'd normally spend this time with family, but not this year. Instead, the blue-furred monkey was going back to his residence hall with groceries. Yolk wanted nothing more than to use up all of this time to kick back and relax, although he still had plans to catch up with some of his friends from Breeders College over the next few days.
+
+Yolk's college was a bit different than most other institutions of higher education. Sure, there was still a campus and a football team – go Rabbits! – and all of that, but the school was dedicated, first and foremost, to helping their students become professional breeders. The majority of undergraduates were men, attending classes and activities to increase their fertility and virility. In fact, interpersonal relations not only were acceptable, but heavily encouraged. Hell, even casual intercourse was commonplace. It wasn't rare to spot people casually fucking each other on the grass or the hallways – maybe less now, because of the cold. Vore wasn't unusual, either. Sometimes, people would simply end up in someone's belly or balls, tucked away safely for a while. There was definitely a fair share of those walking around campus with squirming bulges, Yolk noticed. 'Bunking up with colleagues to hibernate during the winter break', he thought to himself with amusement as he headed upstairs to his room.
+
+With his dark-gray paw, he unlocked the door, not really surprised when moans and the smell of cum filled his nostrils as he entered. His dark-furred gorilla roommate, Calvin, had brought over his boyfriend, a pitbull dog, for some lewd warmth-sharing. They were both on the couch facing away from the doorway, so Yolk couldn't tell who was fucking who.
+
+"Hey, Calvin." He greeted as he locked the door. "Hey, Abe."
+
+The couple simply answered with a combination of pants as the monkey put away his groceries. The two men had met on the football team, and they'd fuck every day ever since. The location for said fucking would bounce around the locker room or either of their dorms, so Yolk was pretty used to the canine hanging around. The monkey also had a casual fuck-buddy who, incidentally, was in the football team along with these two, but Yolk didn't consider him his boyfriend. His relationship wasn't on the same level as the one between these two ridiculously buff men.
+
+Soon, they were both howling out their orgasms, which made the monkey smile in amusement as his own crotch stiffened in his pants. He grabbed two cans of energy drink and opened one as he approached them, watching the two men pant in exhaustion with creamy white fluids on their erect cocks and lips.
+
+"H-Hey, Yoyo..." Calvin was the first to greet him back, grabbing the unopened can that Yolk handed to him. "Thanks, dude~..."
+
+"Yo, freshman!" The pitbull was much quicker to recover his breath, shouting before he slurped down the last of his boyfriend's seed on his lips. "Any plans for the winter break?"
+
+Yolk took a sip of his drink. "Just a few. I was gonna go swimming with Gunnar tomorrow, then maybe meet with some folks, but I was just gonna vibe around in my room playing games."
+
+"Uh-huh, uh-huh..." Abe nodded, pretending to listen. "Yo, freshman, why didn't you lose your jeans yet? I always see you walkin' around in pants, but I've never seen you naked. Shy or somethin'~?"
+
+"Big A..." Calvin tried to stop his boyfriend before he went off, but failed.
+
+"Seriously, Cal here told me that you got a big-ass horse cock down there. Is that true?"
+
+The gorilla once again tried to stand for his roommate, but Yolk didn't need his intervention. The monkey simply nodded before he undid his belt and dropped his pants, letting his half-erect cock spring out. A flared tip, blue blotches along the gray shaft...just like a horse cock would look like. And it only continued to grow at the pitbull's incessant gawking, until it was as big and thick as Yolk's forearm. It was definitely the biggest penis in the room.
+
+"Holy shit! You were packin' all along and hidin' it?!" Abe blurted out, nearly faceplanting as he jumped out of the couch to approach the monkey's member. The muscular dog had no sense of boundaries, immediately bringing his hands to the throbbing rod. "It looks so fuckin' hot, dude! That's why Cal didn't want me to know, isn't it~?"
+
+The pitbull looked back at his boyfriend, whose cheeks were burning red from fluster.
+
+"Oh, getting' jealous, aren't you, Cal?" He continued to tease. "You were afraid I was gonna like his cock more than yours~"
+
+"S-Shut up..." Calvin whimpered, but the gorilla's erection showed that he loved it when his boyfriend pressed his embarrassed buttons.
+
+But the dog wanted more than just being playful. He started to slowly stroke Yolk's big cock, feeling his heartbeat within the pulsing veins. He cupped the monkey's blue-furred balls, which were themselves nothing to scoff at. Definitely filled with virile, musky cream, like the good Breeder that he was. The simian moaned and squirmed at the attention he was getting from Abe – even more when the brawny, white-furred football player brought his snout to lick his tip. Pre-semen oozed out from his wide hole, being lapped up by his roommate's boyfriend.
+
+"Mm, you taste amazin'..." The pitbull looked up at the monkey's furless gray face. "Yo, freshman...you ever try cock-vorin' another student~?"
+
+Yolk's eyes widened. He'd certainly considered it, but he'd never had the chance to. But to be asked that right in front of Abe's own boyfriend...!
+
+"Y-You really wanna do this?" He asked, and the dog confirmed with his nodding head and wagging tail. "Whoa...but what about Calvin?"
+
+The gorilla was surprised. "Why are you asking ME?!"
+
+"Because he's your boyfriend."
+
+Both of the other men looked at the gorilla expectantly. "...W-Well, I'm kinda curious to see if you can do it. I-It'd be pretty hot if you were just walking around with Big A in your balls~"
+
+"Hell yeah!" Abe interrupted, nuzzling his snout against the quivering tip. "Whatchu waitin' for, freshman? Let's fuckin' do this!"
+
+Yolk sipped the last of his energy drink and tossed the can away. He felt as ready as he'd ever be. Trying to remember his classes, he tried to relax his body as he grabbed the dog's head from behind the pointy ears. He eased the cool black nose into his urethra, which opened and stretched with ease to accommodate the tip of his snout. Then, he continued to push. The eager junior's head squelched more into his equine cock and displaced a lot of clear fluids over his fur, lubricating him. The width of his member increased, stretching out to bulge with the dog's face disappearing inside. He could feel the muscles inside starting to work, gripping onto the slicked skin and tugging it towards the monkey's body. Abe was as tall as him, but even bigger with all that muscle mass...! But Yolk tried not to focus on it, knowing that he'd be able to do it.
+
+He turned his head towards his roommate. Calvin's dark-furred face was still crimson on the cheeks. But he couldn't help but watch as his boyfriend was devoured by Yolk's cock – and stroke himself at the same time. The gorilla was clearly jealous of the freshman, it was plainly written on his face...but he was clearly loving it as much as the other two men.
+
+Yolk's ravenous cock suddenly lurched forward, gaining more room to gulp down the pitbull once his snout passed the midpoint of the shaft. Now things were really picking up pace. In mere seconds, the whole head vanished into his meatus, and his horse cock now drooled down the dog's neck. Yolk tried to lean down and grab the willing prey under his arms for leverage, but his cock once again surprised him, slipping forward and easily sliding the shoulders in with a wet 'plop!'.
+
+"H-Holy shit, dude! You're a natural...!" The gorilla, simply masturbating to the whole scene, yelled and stopped himself from reaching his orgasm then and there. The dog moaned some excited words himself, lost to the walls of flesh encasing his maw and translated to muffles for the two primates. Yolk could only pant and clench, letting his slurping cock do all of the talking.
+
+With an unforeseen hunger, his penis advanced its flared tip over the defined pecs of the furry chest, slipping them in with extreme ease. As Abe's snout pushed past the base of his cock, he could feel his urethral muscles work even more strongly, lifting the kneeling dog's body slightly off the ground. Yolk wouldn't believe it if he wasn't seeing it OR feeling it...! He never thought that he'd lift the football player with his arms, let alone only with his cock!
+
+Yet, this was all really happening. More of the pinned arms disappeared into the urethra, leaving the pitbull outside from the hips down. The bulge of Abe's face resurfaced – not in his cock, but in his right ball. There were gargled moans as the dog was forced to swallow a mouthful of very fresh cum – and it sounded like he was loving every second of it. Having his ball stretched like this was a wonderful sensation, and a marvelous spectacle for the gorilla.
+
+Calvin, however, was no longer content to simply remain an observer. Watching his boyfriend's exposed rump less than a foot away from being devoured, he moved fast to stand in front of Yolk as he lifted the dog's tail with his hand. Yolk, reveling in his lustful stupor, had no time to ask what was going on before the gorilla plunged his own aching erection into Abe's pucker.
+
+Canine whimpers of absolute bliss came out from the depths of the monkey's ballsack, and more followed with each of the strong ape's thrust. Calvin was fucking his boyfriend into Yolk's dick...! The monkey himself still could only moan, as he also took the brunt of each squeeze that nudged the dog deeper ever so slightly. The pitbull's erection, flailing in the air, managed to find its way between the toned abs and fleshy wall, now fucking his predator's urethra as his butt got filled with even more hot and hard meat.
+
+Already quite worked up, it wasn't long until the gorilla came, dumping whatever seed he had left into his boyfriend's insides. Just in time, as well; another powerful 'slurp!' gulped the dog's fucked rear away from view, stealing it away into the hungry shaft. Only the cum-filled pitbull's legs and wagging tail remained outside, being squeezed into the monkey's horse cock inch by inch. His blue nut was quite big by now, occasionally revealing the outline of an arm or the snout from the amorphous bulge while Abe got settled inside. A whole person really was just shoved in there...
+
+Calvin was more than eager to see that outcome come to fruition, grabbing and pushing his boyfriend's calves towards that gaping opening. A lot more pre slipped out, dousing the remaining bits of the canine prey in the clear and stenchful liquid as large globs spilled onto the gorilla's hand and the ground. Yolk never expected cock vore to be so messy, but then again, Abe was probably the last person he'd ever think would ask to be squeezed down that tube.
+
+The dog's paws disappeared with a few more squelches, stretching his dick one last time before the mottled and flared member returned to normal. Well, almost...it was a bit bigger than before, both longer and thicker. Most noticeably, his right testicle had gotten huge, sloshing the pitbull around to mix with his seed. Yolk could feel him lapping at the spunk, happily whining and fapping. His roommate's boyfriend was now all his...
+
+"F-Fuck yeah, dude..." Calvin was the first to speak. "You really d-did it. Big A's really in there..." He knelt in front of Yolk's ballsack, pressing into the other football player's bulge. "Do you love it in there, hun~?"
+
+Abe gave two weak punches to the wall – which signaled 'yes', if Yolk's memory of his Vore 101 lessons still served him. It was such an alien sensation...
+
+"Heh, he's loving it~." The gorilla confirmed it to Yolk. The inexperienced predator simply panted before he shuffled away. "H-Hey, where are you going, Yoyo? Things were just getting interesting...!"
+
+Tempting as his roommate's offer was, the monkey still trudged away towards the couch, heaving the large orb between his legs with some difficulty. "Haah... S-Sorry, man, I'm so exhausted...need...some rest..."
+
+And with those words, the blue monkey collapsed onto the sofa, letting his filled nut sit on the cushion between his legs as he immediately blacked out. The whole ordeal had been quite exerting, and he needed some rest while his ball safely churned around its large prey, making even more seed to envelop the squirming dog.
+
+Calvin let out a sigh, disappointed that he wouldn't get to play with his roommate just yet. But as he watched his boyfriend's squirms inside of his new room inside of Yolk, he couldn't help but wear a mischievous grin on his face...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Yolk walked over to the indoor pool. The campus kept it heated during the winter break, for those brave enough to swim while it was nearly freezing outside. And Gunnar was one of those 'brave' students. Figures, given that he was a shark...though he lived on land just as well as anyone else. The fully naked monkey, however, was still wondering if he should have canceled their meeting. Not because of the cold or anything, but maybe swimming wasn't such a good idea, given his current...'predicament'.
+
+When he arrived at the pool's coping, he couldn't see the shark or any other soul around. Maybe there was still time to call it off...? He grabbed his phone and went through the contact list–
+
+"CANNONBALL!!"
+
+That shout echoed through the facility, before he felt the wind rush around gray blur plunging into the pool. Yolk only had time to turn away before being splashed with water, saving his phone from certain doom. He looked back at the pool, where the fuzzy mass that was his friend Gunnar approached the surface before emerging.
+
+"Hah hah! Gotcha!"
+
+The shark flexed his large biceps. He was on the football team as well – in fact, loads of Yolk's friends were. The monkey was essentially an honorary member at this point, always going out with the boys whenever the Rabbits won a game.
+
+"Hey, aren't you coming in–?" Gunnar's sharp voice called him, stopping as he saw the large nut sagging between Yolk's legs, only partially obscured by the blue horse cock on top. "Woah. Who's in there...?"
+
+The monkey replied with a bit of embarrassment. "A-Abe..." He didn't normally go out naked, but with another fully-grown man in his ball, he didn't have much choice. It'd been almost 24 hours since the pitbull had gone inside, and his bulge still shifted in there occasionally.
+
+"And Cal was okay with that...?" The shark continued, and after Yolk nodded, he smiled. "Hah. Well, come on in!"
+
+The primate didn't seem that eager to do it. "But should I? Isn't it dangerous to swim with this, err, 'extra weight'...?"
+
+"Nah, not really. Besides, I'm a lifeguard too, remember? You'll be fiiine."
+
+Yolk trusted his words and felt more relieved. Putting away his phone, he jumped into the heated pool – gently, to avoid tripping on his own nut. As he remained still on the water, he noticed how his dog-carrying orb wasn't such a burden. Its buoyancy definitely made floating more manageable than standing around on the ground!
+
+"Mmm, doesn't this feel nice?" Gunnar thought out loud as he swam around him in flawless backstrokes, wearing nothing on his gray and white denticled skin except for a black speedo. "We have this warm pool during winter just for us. You and me...and Abe! Imagine what Manner of fun we can have... Actually, since you already got naked, maybe I should do the same~." And with that, he quickly removed his only article of clothing, freeing his erect shark cock.
+
+Yolk had been so worried about his own genitals at display, that he'd only just realized how pent-up his colleague was. "O-Oh!" He exclaimed. "Aren't you worried someone else is gonna catch us in here...?"
+
+"Don't worry, Yolk. I don't think anyone's coming," Gunnar said with a smirk, having switched the signs outside of the pool to 'CLOSED' earlier. "Besides, this is Breeders College. Nobody will mind if we have some fun in the pool~."
+
+And with that, the shark sunk back in the water, swimming up to the monkey's crotch. Yolk jolted when he next felt those hands fondle his enormous pitbull-filled sack, before jaws encased his enlarged cock. Despite the carnivorous reputation of his species, Gunnar was gentle with his underwater blowjob, lapping and sucking on his friend's dick as blobs of pre mixed with the clear water.
+
+Yolk was getting quite aroused, doing his best to stay afloat as he moaned. His ball churned, having built up so much seed ever since Abe had squeezed inside. His cock engorged in his friend's mouth, its girth pushing against the inside of his cheeks, and its flared tip threatening to invade his throat. The simian was getting very hard...until the submerged football player pulled himself away from the blue and gray cock, straining to pop the big meat out of his jaws before resurfacing.
+
+"...Man, you're huge!" The gray shark said immediately, without having to catch his breath. "I don't think I can suck you off... But..."
+
+"T-That's fine," Yolk replied, "we can just hang out in here...! Umm, w-why are you smirking like that?"
+
+The shark didn't answer. He swam away before turning back and inviting the blue monkey to follow with his finger. He must've had some kinky idea, and Yolk's interest was piqued. The simian reached the center of the pool with slow strokes, moving with some resistance due to the weight between his legs. It didn't help that his 'guest' squirmed within – likely enjoying the floaty sensation of the pool surrounding the furry nut –, which kept Yolk's shaft hard and leaky.
+
+Before he could ask what Gunnar had planned, the shark dove down again, leaving only his dorsal fin outside of the water. Like a fierce predator surrounding its prey, he swam in tight circles around Yolk, rubbing his hands over the throbbing member whenever he had the chance. The monkey simply blushed, letting his friend play with him like this...until he felt a sudden intrusion in his urethra!
+
+He swam away with a surprised grunt, managing to squeeze the buff fish's hand out of his cock. Gunnar's idea of fun was now clear: he, too, wanted to claim a place in a tight and wet chamber, much warmer than the heated water...!
+
+Yolk didn't know what to do, and giving in to his instincts, he panicked and tried to swim to the edge of the pool. The shark's fin didn't follow him, swimming away in the opposite direction. The monkey knew that Gunnar wasn't letting up so easily, so he tried to get out of the pool quickly. But his strokes were too slow, and the edge was barely getting any closer.
+
+With his heart thumping loudly in his chest, Yolk watched as the fin turned around, picking up speed as the shark swam straight towards him. Each heartbeat caused his big cock to throb underwater in sync. This wasn't the time to get excited – Gunnar was coming straight towards him like a missile. And at the last second, Yolk managed to turn away!
+
+With extreme dexterity and quick reflexes, the shark immediately swerved away from his target. The cock faced a less-than-ideal direction, but of course, Gunnar wasn't done, and he prepared to strike once more – this time, fully submerging his fin first. The monkey tried to follow the gray underwater blur, but Gunnar had darted too far out in the Olympic pool to be tracked. Yolk froze, not knowing which direction the shark would lunge from next.
+
+That's when he had the idea to dunk his own head underwater and look around for the hidden fish-man. However, as soon as he opened his eyes in the chlorinated water, he spotted his friend. Darting straight towards his crotch, with a huge grin plastered over his shark teeth.
+
+Yolk had no time to react. With ballistic precision, Gunnar plunged straight into his cock, stretching the shaft unbelievably wide to accommodate his arms and chest inside. Bubbles emerged from Yolk's maw as he moaned, watching his shark friend dive deeper inside, flailing like a fish out of water. The monkey orgasmed right at that moment, while his huge nut squeezed the sequestered pitbull to expel all of his thick, creamy seed. Large globs pushed out of his opening, coating the denticled skin of the shark. The excess simply dispersed underwater into a white amorphous bubble.
+
+But his powerful orgasm wasn't enough to fight against the sudden intrusion, and his muscular friend continued on his quest to even out the monkey's ballsack. As the simian continued to cum from one of his nuts, he could feel Gunnar's hands squeezing into the other one, filling up the mostly empty folds. Still underwater, Yolk had to hold his breath, but his dizziness came more from his intense climax than lack of oxygen. He flapped his arms to raise the combined weight of himself as well as his two buff friends, and finally managing to gasp for air while the shark resolutely swam forward.
+
+In fact, the gray blur hanging from his cock's flared tip was barely visible anymore, only his ankles and tail tip still outside. Much like had happened with Abe, his penis pulled him deeper with a mind of its own, making his sack twice as big thanks to his aquatic friend's self-feeding. Yolk still couldn't understand or process it. Why was this happening again? How was it even possible? ...And why did he enjoy it so much?
+
+Despite the squelches being muffled by the pool water, he felt as the last of Gunnar slipped inside, traveling through the end of his seminal ducts. It was hard to see it between the distorting ripples, but Yolk could definitely feel that his mottled penis had grown yet again, even as it stopped being erect. He had no doubt that it was a side effect of cock-voring his two friends, somehow borrowing their sizes into his length. However, the willing ball-fillers seemed more than happy with their whereabouts, squirming and stroking themselves to add their seeds to his. Yolk could feel every single movement. It felt surreal...but wonderful.
+
+Collecting himself, and with no sense of urgency, the monkey swam to the pool's ladder, taking a second friend away with him. In turn, he only left behind a huge and conspicuous white glob in the middle of the pool...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Yolk tried to keep a sense of normalcy during the following days, but with a shark and a pitbull filling his nuts, it was impossible to leave his dorm room without calling everyone's attention. But walking around wasn't a problem, surprisingly enough – he'd grown accustomed to the extra heft, and the hallways and doors all around campus were wide enough for any overindulged predators like him.
+
+The incidents with Abe and Gunnar hadn't repeated themselves with any of his other friends, and he'd lowered his guard with the rest of his friends. His roommate, Calvin, still didn't mind his boyfriend's absence – even after four days of Abe being trapped in his balls –, simply fondling and humping Yolk's nut whenever he had the chance. And the blue monkey's fuck-buddy, Berry, enjoyed their sex even more. Not only being filled with even more seed than usual, but getting extra horse dick with the extra girth and length that Yolk had acquired. Their meetings were a good way to relieve him of his built-up seed. But sometimes, Yolk couldn't simply wait to meet him to have his release, and he had gotten bolder by letting other Breeders ride his cock in public – most of them were strangers, but every single one left with a cum-bloated gut.
+
+But tonight, his plans would be a bit more private. He had invited a few friends over for game night – or rather, they had invited themselves to his shared dorm room. His roommate Calvin was happy to hang out, since he knew all of them from the football team as well.
+
+Pyotr the polar bear, Lauritz the hyena, and Dell the gator. Quite an eclectic bunch, before even accounting for the other players on the football team. They were all incredibly athletic too, with well-defined and brawny bodies. A result from all that sports training, causing everyone else in Breeders College to be jealous, envious, or both.
+
+However, despite their appearance and activities, this trio in particular had nerdy interests. Together with Yolk, they'd all meet every weekend for a few matches of Super Slosh Bros., fighting each other in the free-for-all mode to see who was the best Slosher out of the Breeders. And their weekly plans would be no different during this winter break. The blue monkey was quite proud of his two-week win streak, but he wasn't going to let it get to his head. He knew that any of his friends would try to dethrone him at the first chance, so he had to up his strategies with the latest meta.
+
+The trio of friends arrived together, casually greeting him and Calvin and pretending to not stare at the monkey's large cock and balls. Simple remarks about Abe and Gunnar were thrown around without going into too much detail – but other than the bear, Yolk could tell that the other two were quite flustered about his well-endowed predatory bits.
+
+With a few jokes and snacks shared between them, that initial awkwardness soon dissipated. He even let his friends feel his taut balls with their hands, watching their amazement as they felt the men shift around, along with the goopy spunk covering every inch of their trapped bodies. Yolk closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations as well, failing to notice the precum drooling from his thick shaft, or the exchange of conspiratorial glances between the three friends and Calvin...
+
+Just a few minutes later, the group of gamers was deeply immersed in their match. The Yolk-controlled nimble cat character was quickly building a sizable lead against his opponents, getting a bunch of hits against Lauritz's sword-fighter and the gator's tanky dragon. Pyotr was far from the main action, keeping his bounty hunter character as distant from the others as he could. The polar bear seemed to be lazily scavenging for any useful items that appeared on-screen, letting the other three waste their health points fighting each other. He'd still get hit every now and then by Yolk, but Pyotr would always flee from him, instead of retaliating and opening himself to a brutal counter-attack combo.
+
+Yolk was frustrated that the bear seemed aware about his strategy, so he rushed to the other side of the map, instead, joining the gator and the hyena that kept hitting each other without scoring any knockouts. While Lauritz was distracted trying to launch Dell's dragon off the stage with a failed combo, Yolk charged a powerful attack from behind, sending the swordsman off-screen in the blink of an eye.
+
+The deer groaned at the surprise knockout and the alligator laughed at him – until Yolk's small cat jumped in the air and hit him with another quick blow, managing to snag a second point in quick succession. "Aw, fuck!" Dell shouted at the screen, turning to the monkey sitting next to him while his character respawned. "T-That's not fair, Yoyo! I had him...!"
+
+Yolk simply stuck his tongue out and winked at him, before he heard an item pick-up sound coming from the TV. Pyotr's bounty hunter had grabbed something, but Yolk hadn't seen what it was, and he wasn't sure what the white bear was planning. Nevertheless, the monkey had a two point lead now, and he felt emboldened enough to risk throwing every attack of his pixelated cat at him, and secure an even bigger advantage.
+
+That was a mistake, of course. The bear's character used the lasso it'd picked up earlier, pulling Yolk's fighter close and immobilizing them, holding their arms behind their back. At the same time, the other two players returned to the fray, and rushed over to get easy hits on Yolk, ganging up on him as revenge for the earlier knockouts. This wasn't good...! The monkey mashed the buttons on his controller out of frustration to break out of the hold, but he couldn't keep up with the bear's speed. Unable to do anything but watch as he took the karmic in-game beatdown. But then, suddenly–
+
+GROOOOOOOAARNN...!
+
+Yolk's filled sack abruptly lurched as both occupants squirmed within, probably getting excited because the monkey's heartbeat was quite accelerated. That, in turn, caused an unusually loud and deep rumble to come from his sloshing organs, as a white glob pushed out from the opening of his cock. All of the three other players stopped playing, the two smallest going pink on their cheeks and looking flusteredly at the large blue furry balls flusteredly, and the equine girth as wide as Yolk's head sitting atop.
+
+With his opponents suddenly distracted, Yolk managed to free himself from Pyotr's hold and use his charged Super Slosh attack. With a flash, his character got huge to dish out a lot of damage in one go, and sent all three opponents flying off the map. They didn't even try to recover from their fall, getting eliminated and essentially securing an easy victory!
+
+"Haha! Good game, guys. When you grabbed me, I thought that was it!" Yolk celebrated with a laugh. ...Although his friends seemed to have lost all interest in the game now, moving off the couch without taking their eyes off of his masculine bits. "Umm, g-guys...?"
+
+Before any of them replied, Yolk jumped in his seat when he felt someone's tongue lapping at the flared head of his cock. Dell – the smaller and, apparently, boldest of the trio – was kneeling in front of his filled balls, and his long reptilian snout tasted the musky liquid that dribbled out. The monkey jolted again when, without warning, the alligator slipped his nose into the opening, and his cock eagerly accepted the scaly snout.
+
+Oh no – it was happening again...!
+
+He moaned when his urethra stretched, and he tried to get up and reach for the reptile in front of his cock. But Pyotr quickly moved before he could. In the blink of an eye, the large polar bear kicked the couch away and stood behind Yolk, gripping his arms with his bulky ones. He hugged them fast between his white fur and the monkey's back.
+
+"Pyotr...?! W-What are you doing?!"
+
+The ursine football player chuckled. "Well, I thought we could roleplay our little Slosh match... I'll hold you like this, and these two dorks will do their worse~."
+
+Yolk had no time to reply, being distracted by a wave of lust coming from his cock. Not missing a beat, Dell continued to push his long snout deeper. The monkey's penis was more than happy to oblige, slurping him deeper until his entire face had turned into a bulge. Lauritz, the hyena, also was having his share of fun, tucking his face under the gator's tail, and Yolk could only assume that he was making out with the reptile's anus. Meanwhile, the bear kept holding onto Yolk's arms, helping Dell disappear faster down his cock. Before arousal clouded his mind, the monkey somehow had a feeling that the three of them had planned for this...
+
+He shivered as Dell pushed even deeper, from his scaly snout nudging through his prostate. Despite the tighter passage through the gland, he sank inside even faster. The hungry walls helped him in with peristalsis, hungrier even than they had been for the shark, days ago. The two occupants helped slosh more seed out of his nuts and into his ducts, in a mini-orgasm that lubricated the path for his third guest. The alligator nearly trashed to feed himself to Yolk, lost in lust as his chest, then his waist, disappeared in quick succession. The reptile's yells came out muffled deep in one of his balls, and Dell's seed painted the outside of the taut blue orb white.
+
+"Haah...I-I'm getting close...!" Yolk moaned out between pants, feeling that his cock soon would make Dell's orgasm all but negligible. He struggled, but the polar bear pulled him closer.
+
+"Don't cum." Pyotr ordered. "I want you to keep your seed so you can fill me -after- they both get swallowed by your cock~."
+
+The monkey huffed in pleasure, doing his best to contain his arousal. He was all down for it. "Hff, o-okay– ...Wait, -BOTH-?!"
+
+He turned back to his cock, watching as the hyena continued to grab onto the gator's haunches and rim him – even as they were both sucked into the shaft. Yolk squirmed in Pyotr's grasp and curled his toes on the carpet. He'd never thought himself capable of swallowing two men down with his cock at the same time...but that was happening right in front of their eyes. Lauritz wanted it – Dell, supposedly, wanted it – Pyotr wanted it... And a part of him wanted it, too.
+
+The reptile and the feliform continued the action even as Yolk consumed them with his horse cock. A second prey did little to slow him down. On the contrary, it pulled the hyena along for the ride, with even more vigor than the gator settling in his nut. Abe's ball would soon have one more guest...no, two more! Loud squelches filled the room, and Yolk could feel how the tight walls of his urethra kept Lauritz's snout glued to Dell's tailhole. They felt amazing going in, as did the two other restless men pushing against the sensitive folds. Despite the extreme kinkiness, the monkey kept his arousal in check by breathing slowly, saving himself for the bear hugging his arms.
+
+His man-devouring cock acted on his own, easily stuffing them deeper down its cum-drenched tubes. Every throb sent another wave of pleasure and swallowed more scales and fur. The hyena's erection soon was claimed by his meatus. These two burly men would contribute even more to his size, making Yolk's cock even more hyper. He wanted them in, and quickly, before he missed the chance to fuck and cum his pent-up batter into the bear's ass.
+
+With the scaly tail being slurped past a sphincter, the gator's entire bulk sagged in his nut, and the hyena continued to spill inside. He'd have four men inside of him – three of them sharing one of his testicles. So eager that he was to watch the hyena's legs disappear into his length, Yolk didn't even notice that Pyotr had let go of his arms, until the bear appeared in front of his cock.
+
+"Sorry, Yolk... I can't wait any longer~" He announced, before picking up the veiny horse cock and pointing it up along with Lauritz's feet. And then, his snow-white ass sat down on the thick blue shaft.
+
+The monkey moaned in a yell as his dick plunged inside the ursine friend, who put his entire weight on the giant ballsack. Pyotr groaned too, feeling the flared tip and the hyena's toes pushing against his prostate. The bear's ass was so tight...or rather, Yolk's cock was too big, making a large bulge underneath the furry white midriff. The pressure pushed the hyena further, his feet's final squirms being felt by both of the mating men.
+
+Pyotr moved his hulking body up and down, riding the cock as best as he could. His sizable weight was cushioned by the balls, their occupants squirming even more energetically within from the extra pressure. The bulge of Lauritz's feet was squeezed deeper down the urethra, and the shaft quickly grew with their borrowed size. Yolk wanted to cum in Pyotr so bad, but his body was holding off on his orgasm... Until the hyena was finally fully consumed by his nut, clearing the way out of his seminal ducts.
+
+And then, nothing in the world could stop him from pumping out a ridiculous amount of cum. Especially not the bear's tight insides. Pyotr roared over Yolk's yells as he came simultaneously, blanketing the monkey's gray belly with ropes of cum. His ass was flooded with hot, almost gelatinous cum...invading his rectum, traveling up his bowels, breeding his hot flesh. It was already too much, and didn't seem to stop. Pyotr's belly expanded out more and more, sagging and sloshing as he ballooned with Yolk's seed, prolonging his own orgasm as he felt his bloating guts with his ursine paws. Some of the excess spilled out of his plugged ass, but Pyotr couldn't care less. This was much more than he could have dreamed of.
+
+The polar bear's belly grew to two times the original bulge that the monkey's cock had made on him. His new oversized stomach felt completely out of place in his otherwise muscular figure. Pyotr managed to push himself away and out of Yolk's cock, clenching his anus to keep all of the cum inside of him. He didn't want anything else to join the large puddle on the carpeted ground, where a few ruined videogame controllers lay. Both men were still gasping for air after their intense sex.
+
+"F-Fuck, that was the best cock I've ever had~!" The bloated ursine managed to blurt out, caressing Yolk's flared tip as his partner nodded. "Hmmf, it's a shame that your sack is lopsided now..."
+
+The simian looked down at his other nut. It was already enormous, but it did look puny in comparison. "O-Oh, it's fine..."
+
+"Heh, maybe I should fix that~. Calvin, are you still recording?"
+
+"Huh...?" Yolk was confused by that remark. He followed the bear's gaze, seeing his gorilla roommate standing in the corner of the room. Holding a phone with one hand, and stroking his cock with the other. How long had he been there...? Wait, had he been taping the whole thing–?!
+
+Before the monkey could raise an objection, he felt another familiar pang of pleasure. The large polar bear was shoving his snout down the same path that Dell and Lauritz had just disappeared in! He really wanted to ensure that Yolk's balls would be more symmetrical, and what better way than to climb into the other nut himself? The monkey's mind couldn't even process it. He had just fucked the ursine; and now he was feeding himself to his cock...!
+
+He didn't have the energy in him. Instead of fighting back, Yolk simply passed out from sheer pleasure; all the while, his roommate continued to record them with his phone, excited about how smoothly his plan was proceeding...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+It had been just over a week since the monkey had uncovered his cock vore prowess, and he was much more confident about walking around the campus halls naked; sporting his leg-sized horse penis that was almost as thick as his torso, and his enormous nuts carrying multiple men. They were all in there, hidden in plain sight, taking less space than Yolk had expected as they were compressed by flesh and cum against each other... All seven of them.
+
+After the events with Pyotr and the others, two more men had climbed inside. There wasn't much to recall. Apparently, both had 'spontaneously' decided to find their way into the busy balls while Yolk was asleep, on different nights. And both times, the monkey woke up to an intense orgasm, only able to make out who was feeding themself to his rod before they vanished from sight. Calvin had denied letting them into their dorm room both times, saying that he must have forgotten to lock the door. Either way, that was more than half of the football team tucked away in his sloshing orbs dragging on the ground...another fact that raised a strong suspicion in the simian's mind.
+
+His random willing prey weren't so random, after all. They were all muscular men who played football for the Breeder Rabbits. A group that included his roommate, Calvin. ...And also Berry, his friend-with-benefits who he was currently on his way to meet. Though neither of them had tried to jump into his cock yet, Yolk couldn't help but shake the feeling that something other than their usual fucking would go down today...
+
+He looked around as he walked. A few other students had also changed quite a bit over the winter break. Lots of them with large bellies, embiggened butts, wider hips, and so on. With such an active and populous pair of balls, Yolk's prodigious penis was basically able to make cum non-stop. It might have been debilitating, if not for the loads of horny volunteers willing to help him out. The unremarkable monkey was now a popular Breeder, and he was happy to blow his load into anyone who wanted to gain several extra pounds during the winter break. To be fair, the seed wasn't all his, since the other men camping inside of him also contributed with their own semen, but it hardly mattered. Yolk was the center of all attention, and the talk of the campus. But what he loved more than the background noise of chittering and envious gossiping were the sounds of the guts of other students, sloshing with cum with every step they took.
+
+But today, his balls sloshed much louder with their own cum. Per his fuck-buddy's request, he'd saved himself for him, and a single day made his nuts bloat so much that they disguised even the bulges of the trapped men floating in the musky cream. Berry certainly was in for a surprise...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+In one of the more reclusive hallways of the campus – not reclusive enough that there wasn't an audience –, Yolk grunted in arousal. He grabbed the fur on the back of the wolf's head, who had managed to fit the entire flared tip of his cock in his maw, and was already swallowing whatever globs of batter that escaped from his leaky opening.
+
+"O-Oh, Berry..."
+
+"Mmmf~..." The wolf simply moaned back, continuing to lick the monkey's blue and gray erection. Like everyone else on the football team, his figure used to be the textbook definition of 'a muscular bod' – but his recent bouts with the ever-growing horse cock had added a bit of heft to his belly. And with how much Yolk's fat nuts groaned and churned around the moaning men within, both of them expected that sagging gut to grow even more when he reached his orgasm.
+
+It didn't take much longer, given how pent-up he'd been over the day. Yolk's member throbbed against the extremely distended jaws, gaping them as far across and apart as they could go before it started pumping powerful jets of virile seed. With how much there was, the mixture was dense as a syrup. Despite the difficulty to swallow it, the lupine loved every second, and he wolfed down every last drop. Berry's loud moans were only muffled by the copious amount of liquid washing down his throat.
+
+Yolk simply watched in bliss as the gut of his friend-with-benefits grew larger and rounder, clashing even more with his otherwise brawny physique. The monkey had always loved Berry's blowjobs, but with this shaft being this big, he was afraid that the wolf wouldn't be able to drink from this tap anymore. When in actuality, with his large member so sensitive and full, this had definitely been the best oral he'd ever gotten.
+
+"Mmf! Such a needy boy, Yolky~" Berry said after popping his jaws free from Yolk's cock, casually licking the head clean as if he hadn't just drank down a fraction of his weight in cum.
+
+The monkey replied in-between pants. "Says you~. ...Fuck me, you swallowed it all..." He let his horse cock rest on the wolf's fur, weighing down on the cushy balloon that was his belly. It was big enough to look like Berry had swallowed another whole student. "Shame that I ruined your figure..."
+
+"Ruined? Well, I think that this belly looks wonderful on me. I love the new look~." The wolf teased back, lifting the sloshing stomach by the sides before letting it fall down and bounce.
+
+It didn't seem like he had any intention of burning all of those calories before the end of the holidays. He simply lied down right in the middle of the empty hallway, squeezing his snout under the blue fur of the slightly emptier balls, taking in their heavy musk.
+
+"Thanks for the gift, Yolky. Mmm~... It felt like giving head to all of the team at once. I still can't believe you have almost everyone in there. Abe, Gunnar, Silas...and even Pyotr!"
+
+Yolk chuckled. "Oh, so you knew that there were only guys from the football team in there...even if I didn't say anything?"
+
+Berry gasped and tucked his flustered face underneath the ballsack. It was hardly a good hiding spot. The monkey effortlessly lifted his monstrous balls with his hands to look at him again.
+
+"It's okay, Berry... I figured it out. You were gonna jump in my cock next, weren't you...?"
+
+The wolf's cheeks went completely red. "I-It was Calvin's idea! H-He wanted to do a prank for the winter break, and challenged everyone to get in your balls before it was over, Yolky... Please don't be mad–!" He was interrupted when Yolk dropped those large nuts back on his face.
+
+"Mad? I'd never be mad at you, Berry... Plus, this feels pretty nice for a prank, don't you agree~?"
+
+Yolk only got muffled, happy whines in response, as the lupine's paws ran across the swollen orbs and felt the squirms inside.
+
+"I'll have a long talk with Calvin later...but you're more than welcome to join the team inside, if you want~."
+
+The comment made Berry jump out in surprise. He freed his blushing face to stare back into Yolk's light blue eyes. "R-R-Really?! You would?"
+
+"Only if you want to."
+
+With a huge smile on his face, the wolf stood up, feeling his hefty belly sag down as he grabbed the sides of the horse cock. "More than -anything- in this world~...!"
+
+Without hesitation, he pushed his snout in, fitting it inside of the cock that had just been in his mouth. The lubricated flesh easily stretched, eager to gulp down its eighth guest. But this time, it felt differently to Yolk. Because, this time, he himself had invited Berry to go in... Because, this time, he really wanted it, too.
+
+He watched as his fuck-buddy was swallowed down, voluntarily feeding himself, wriggling further to join his teammates before him. Yolk's balls were devoid of seed – seed that currently jutted out from Berry's gut –, so the excited movements that the simian felt deep within must've come from the men stuck inside. A near-constant orgy set in the monkey's nuts, the hot and tight rooms that were permeated with his sexual stench. And Berry would join them soon enough.
+
+He felt every detail of the wolf's body with his walls; his fur, his tongue, his muscles, and his inflated belly, spreading his cock out even more. Giving himself fully to increase the hyper cock even further, and become part of something better...at least, for the rest of the winter break.
+
+The rest of Berry's belly disappeared into him, its bulk hardly a match for his shaft. A part of Yolk was sad that he wouldn't be able to fuck him more and stuff his guts with even more of his masculine seed, but he couldn't be happier that the wolf would be close to him at all times. Berry would bathe inside of his nut alongside the other moaning men, who welcomed him with muffles as his lupine snout shifted inside. And in turn, they'd both make each other feel so good. The fruits of Yolk's latest orgasm returned to his body, with his fuck-buddy as a gift wrapping... That thought alone was enough to get his nuts churning again, preparing a fresh new batch for the world.
+
+As he watched the wolf's ankles sink inside, Yolk heard steps in the hallway, and two more hulking, smirking men approached him. Of course, he knew them – they were on the football team as well. And after Berry's earlier confession, their intent was obvious: to join their colleagues in Yolk's most intimate bits, and add even more to his supreme size...
+
+They watched the wolf's paws disappear into the monkey's looming cock with eagerness. Yolk simply grinned back, and brought his hands to his flared tip. He spread it open, giving them another last look at the lupine toes being slurped inside of his urethra. "...Why don't you two come in~?"
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Calvin had his phone to his face, talking to someone while waiting in his dorm room. "Yeah, he should be coming back anytime now. You're gonna love him! ...Alright! Then I'll see ya later...or not, heh."
+
+As the gorilla ended the call, his doorknob turned. Just on cue, he thought. Through the doorway, first came that familiar, gigantic blue and gray cock. Even bigger than it was this morning, and bigger than Calvin had expected it to get, after being fed three more virile Breeders. Its heavy, undeniable, inimitable musk reached the black-furred ape's nose, and he watched that monster of a horse cock with a huge smile plastered on his mouth. It was the size of a short man – almost the gorilla's size in length and girth. The shaft could barely contain its cum reserves, drooling white liquid at the front and ruining their carpet even more than over the last days combined.
+
+And behind that humongous, veiny battering ram, the monkey dragged his enormous sack across the floor. A total of ten men were in there, stewing in the hotness of his nuts. Calvin's boyfriend had been the first, and the rest of the team had followed his plan to the letter. Their moans were now masked by the constant stirring of monkey batter being produced, a fluid that they were forced to swim in for upwards of eight days. Being forced to live off of Yolk's spunk, and contribute to it by having their own back-to-back orgasms. And despite the absurdity of the situation, and despite how much the monkey had grown in such a short time, the rest of his body had barely changed physically. But as for his demeanor...
+
+"Hey, Cal..." Yolk spoke with a teasing, dominating tone. "My eyes are up here~..." He pointed at his face, but swayed his hips to entice his gaze towards his needy shaft.
+
+"Mmmf...f-fuck dude, you look so fucking hot~..." Calvin couldn't have dropped his pants any faster. The mere sight, combined with his manly stench, had created an uncomfortable bulge in his underwear that could finally spring free. He reached for his phone, unable to resist recording everything right now. "I-I assume that Berry spilled the beans..."
+
+The monkey patted one of his active balls – the one with the wolf. "Heh, he sure did... But tell me something. Why did you think of this winter break 'prank' of yours?"
+
+"W-Well... I just thought it was a shame that you had such a fucking hot horse cock and you were too shy to put it to good use! Plus, Coach did tell us to do some team-building exercises during the break, and I couldn't think of another way to keep us any closer and warmer...h-heh..."
+
+"...Really?" The grinning blue simian took a few steps forward, forcing Calvin to backpedal towards the corner of the room, watching as the enormous flared tip loomed in front of him. He looked towards the phone's camera as he spoke. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say it's because you actually wanted to see just how big I could get before I cock-vored YOU~."
+
+The cock's head pinned Calvin to the walls. The entrance was a foot away, but it still clenched and quivered to get a taste of the gorilla, spitting cum over his body already. He only lifted his arm to avoid getting his phone wet, but still took the steamy bath with excitement. His roommate's new-found dominance was driving him mad. "Mrfff... Y-Y-Yeah, that too~... I wanted it to only be me and Big A in there, but then I had the idea of getting the rest of the team involved, and how could I not do it...? I'm sorry that I had to lie to you."
+
+"Heh... There's only one apology I'll accept, my future ball-filler~."
+
+The monkey smirked and lowered his cock towards the black gorilla's toes. His member knew that it was feeding time again, and quickly slurped Calvin up to his calves like a titanic trouser snake. He moved forward as his cock moved upward, raising the gorilla towards the roof to get him to sink even further down the stretchy tunnel.
+
+"How's this for an angle...?" Yolk asked, referring to the video being recorded on the phone, hoisted up by the world's lewdest selfie stick.
+
+"Ohh, fffuck–mMPH...!"
+
+Calvin reached an early orgasm just from being manhandled by the devouring dick, catching his puny cum on camera. He barely had time to process it all, sinking down to his crotch mid-orgasm as the urethra slurped over his black fur. Soon, his toned abs would disappear, joining the rest of his football team in their new monkey-made bunk bed. And the only sign of where he would be staying – his only interaction with the outside world – was gonna be a fraction of cum; a speck in all of Yolk's earth-shattering orgasms.
+
+"Haah, haaah... H-Hey, Yoyo...?" The gorilla finally managed to blurt out between pants, as his chest sunk deeper. "C-Could I ask you a favor? I want to...hf...b-be close to Big A. I-In the same nut~..."
+
+The predatory primate smiled, watching as Calvin's phone arm was forced to extend outward past his head. "Of course–"
+
+Yolk was interrupted as someone slammed through their dorm room's door. Yolk turned around, bringing his cock – along with Cal – to face the sudden intruder. But the man standing outside was familiar to both of them.
+
+"Good," the larger and older gorilla growled in a deep voice as he watched the unfolding scene, as the last of Breeders College's football stars was swallowed alive by his roommate's cock. "Seems like I got here just in time."
+
+"Mr. Murdoch..."
+
+"Dad– I mean, Coach–glmf...!"
+
+The two smaller primates greeted him, but Calvin struggled to speak back to his father, as his face sunk into a glob of cum just at the entrance of the urethra. His last moments outside were still being captured by the mostly dry phone on his hand. Meanwhile, Yolk was worriedly staring at his roommate's dad, frozen. The gorilla was incredibly tall, easily twice his size, and he had just witnessed Cal get devoured alive by his horse cock.
+
+But Murdoch didn't seem concerned in the slightest. "Heh, would you look at that... My son really wasn't lying when we spoke over the phone. My boys really did a number on you, huh?"
+
+Yolk felt more at ease with his nonchalant attitude, and cleared his throat. "...Y-Yeah, sir. They did. That's the entire team in here..."
+
+The huge gorilla blew air out of his nostrils, in a show of wonder. He was fully dressed, but Yolk could tell that he was extremely buff under the thick coat, on top of his unnatural height. "Good. That's very impressive, boy. Say, did my son tell you why he called me here?"
+
+"N-No...?" The monkey replied, containing a pleasurable twinge while he spoke. His roommate's toes had just entered the same nut that the pitbull belonged to.
+
+Murdoch tossed away his coat and approached Yolk's balls, ignoring the excited muffles heard from the cock consuming his son. His two enormous hands gripped each blue furry sphere and felt their lustful contents, stirring the Breeder-infused mixture.
+
+"He told me that there was finally a Breeder that could fill me up. With cock and balls big enough to finally satisfy his old man's appetite. And looking at you, with all that cum sloshing inside... Mm, yes. I think you'll do..."
+
+The monkey blushed at Murdoch's forwardness and invitation. He'd always had a crush on Calvin's dad, but there was no way that his roommate knew about it...right? Besides, this had been the biggest amount of words that he'd exchanged with the coach of the Breeder Rabbits. And here he was, groping his ridiculously swollen nuts, offering to relieve him of that spunky cocktail stewing inside.
+
+But mere groping was far from the end of it. The gorilla brought his enormous face closer, fitting it on the underside of the cock. He didn't seem to mind the weight of the large slab of stud meat, much less that it drooled its white viscous sluices on his black fur. Yolk's penis had gotten as big as the rest of his body – perhaps, even bigger. Murdoch gave a long, deep sniff with his powerful nostrils, its wind strong enough to lift some of Yolk's musky blue fur. Then, he pushed his face directly at the shaft's base, above the balls that he wasn't intent on letting go.
+
+He probably didn't know it, but the sudden shove helped squeeze Calvin the rest of the way down the cock, letting the roommate finally settle in Yolk's fat nut. The outside didn't bounce or bulge out noticeably, with how compressed things were inside. The smaller gorilla had likely found just enough space to squeeze between his teammates. He and five other men were now long-term additions to Yolk's sac; and five more on the other ball. The monkey didn't know if Murdoch could feel their squirms whenever he gripped the blue testicles, but Yolk certainly did.
+
+"Mmm...now this is a real man's cock." The gorilla's voice roared as he admired the equine mast, ogling and kissing the salty skin on the underside. "And all you had to do was swallow every virile men in the football team to turn into this superstud..."
+
+Yolk moaned when he felt the paws moving up from his sac and wrapping around his length, squeezing more leftover cum when the coach gripped the base of the worshiped shaft in a tight hug. "Y-Yeah..."
+
+"To think all that raw testosterone was going to waste...hff..." His roommate's dad gave another sniff and lick, prompting another throb from his cock. "Now they're all being useful and making you a sex god. Don't you feel good, boy? Making all of that masculine cum... Maybe my ass will be a worthy tribute to you."
+
+"R-Really? You're asking me...to fuck you...?"
+
+"Ohh, yeah. And I want to feel this horse cock feeding my butt till I'm about to burst..."
+
+They were really going to do it...! Coach never struck him as a power-bottom before, but he couldn't complain. Yolk's cock throbbed in excitement, and he looked down to see only Calvin's hand sticking out, still holding his phone. The blue monkey grabbed it before those black digits disappeared within him, while it still filmed the whole scene. He needed to record this next part for posteriority.
+
+Murdoch exposed his firm butt towards the monkey, as he leaned over his body against a dining table that seemed too small in comparison. Yolk was starting to realize just how tall his roommate's dad actually was; just to fit in this dorm room, the hulking, manly gorilla had been scrunched to avoid hitting his head against the ceiling. He would have been too small for Murdoch before this winter break happened. And yet, he came here anyway, just to have a taste of what his enhanced cock could do. The monkey would show him the best that a Breeder could.
+
+"Come on, you big boy," the buff gorilla said as he spread his cheeks with his large hands. "Show me what you've got. Plow me and fill me up with that seed of yours!"
+
+Yolk lifted his oozing cock towards the large fleshy donut, using the gorilla's balls as an intermediary platform for leverage. His pitch-black testicles were nothing to scoff at, but still much smaller than his. Given how big the coach's whole anatomy was, the monkey expected his butt to be a loose fit. However, his sensitive flared head struggled to push inside, forcing that rectum open.
+
+The ribbed flesh around the mottled surface of his head squeezed inside, each swell being pushed like an erogenous button, acutely aware of the surrounding tunnel that had difficulty fitting him. He couldn't focus on the furniture knocked over by him or the gorilla right now, he just needed to fill up that ass – he wanted to go as deep as Mr. Murdoch would take him, and then pump him with so much seed that would make him look like a furry overfilled condom. Both men moaned as he slowly rammed into him.
+
+"Mmf, s-so manly..." Murdoch panted, struggling to relax and let his rear be penetrated even with all the lubrication, with some pre and semen already spilling out. "Haven't had such a fucking potent cock in years... Give it to me...!"
+
+The blue monkey complied again, trudging along with his active balls to fit more. He could feel the walls of Murdoch's rectum squeeze him tight, barely giving Yolk enough room to keep going forward. Soon the insides seemed to adjust for him, stretching after many years of unfulfilling partners. The coach was already at his limit, but he wanted Yolk to give him the fuck of his life. He was greedy for that whole ungodly cock, and he tried to relax his muscles so that it could finally slip away into his cavernous butt.
+
+Yolk couldn't tell from this spot if he was deep enough to make a bulge in the football coach. With the camera in his hand, he kept the focus on the hole, recording the glistening fluids on the veiny skin progressively that disappeared inside. His balls dragged on the floor, flattening slightly as its bulk splayed across the carpet. The monkey couldn't even tell how much seed ebbed within, but he wanted every last drop to fill up his new fuck-buddy.
+
+Murdoch moaned more when the cock fully filled and straightened out his rectum, the tip threatening to slip deeper into his guts. And with a clench, it squeezed past the rectum. Yolk felt the change in pressure – these hotter, slimier tunnels were much easier to penetrate. His balls, visibly writhing with squirming men vigorously fucking each other, already had far more cum than ever before. The whole team was contributing to what would be Yolk's largest orgasm ever. And his DILF crush would be the one to coax it out of him.
+
+His blue balls dragged across the carpeted floor, heavy and bountiful, ready to impregnate anything in the cock's way. The gorilla brought his monumental butt closer to the ground, letting Yolk finally hilt him. Murdoch touched the flared tip bulging out from his toned abs, underneath his tank top. Despite the monkey nearly disappearing from sight under his butt when he sat down and smooshed him, Yolk's cock was the real deal – and they hadn't even reached the grand finale! Murdoch lifted his hips, letting the shaft slip out a little bit, before bringing his weight back down. Approaching his peek, the gorilla began riding him like a toy; and Yolk, in turn, did the same, thrusting his hips up and down.
+
+The monkey tried to reach his arms around the large gorilla's thighs crushing him, but other than his cock and sac, his body was still too small. Every time his black butt smooshed him down, it felt like he was going to run out of breath – but he couldn't even care, with how aroused he was. The older male's musk and sweat filled his nostrils, much like his impossibly large erection filled Murdoch's insides. They were both too big for each other, and yet it felt so right. The thrusts got faster, and minutes felt like hours, and Yolk's mind was getting lost in unbridled lust.
+
+The smaller primate could feel those tunnels brushing against his cock over and over, loosening and getting lubricated as he drilled incredibly deep into Mr. Murdoch. Neither of them knew how long it took, but their stamina never seemed to run out. They were both in absolute bliss. It almost turned into a competition for who would last longer – and in the end, the power-bottom was the first to break.
+
+His climax was quite evident to Yolk. As soon as the gorilla reached his orgasm, his roar filled the room, while the prodigious Breeder mated him like no man had ever mated him before. At the same time, his walls clenched tightly around his whole length. The monkey couldn't contain himself as well, and the dam broke. Yolk's cum was pumped right out of his nuts, as his balls smooshed his eleven guests together tightly to milk every single drop of batter stewing within. The rushing fluids had to go up a long trip through the enormous horse cock to reach the exit, being deposited directly into their destination, but the turbulent river of jizz traveled deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Before he knew it, Yolk's throat was shouting itself hoarse in his climax – louder even than the gorilla's roar –, for the whole campus to hear.
+
+The cock lodged deep within rewarded the worshiping gorilla with its boundless stock of cum. But to say that his belly swelled was an understatement. It traveled fast and deep, expanding the skin above his muscular abs as he grew like a water balloon. The monkey's hot juices filled him all the way to his stomach, and then when the entire chamber was packed, there was still even more. It was an unending onslaught, and his organs had to distend even more to fit even more of Yolk's seed. But still, the balls didn't relent...! The gorilla couldn't process just how much he was growing, his body instantaneously fattening his belly and thighs and arms and butt...but still not enough to keep up with the monkey's orgasm. He was bloated beyond recognition, and everything inside of him felt like cum. It felt like the stuff ran through every part of him, in his veins, even in his brain! Any limitations of his body were gone, and when he felt that it would never stop...it finally subsided. The monkey's orgasm had finally ended.
+
+Both men simultaneously collapsed on the ground, with Yolk's cock still deep inside of the swole gorilla, continuing to pump gallon after gallon even after Murdoch was utterly spent. The monkey's nuts compressed over and over until there would be no more seed left, only his exhausted and missing friends. With the same voracity that his horse cock had devoured each and every player, Murdoch's insides drained every last drop of semen from it.
+
+Still spooning the college's football coach, Yolk raised the camera in his hand up, filming his new partner's belly as well as getting an indirect look at it through the screen. He couldn't even process what he was staring at on the tiny screen. Murdoch was more belly than gorilla. The enormous gut had grown to ridiculous proportions, taking up more than a third of the whole room. The couch, the TV, the coffee table – all of them disappeared underneath that furry black shape, lively sloshing with Yolk's cum. It even seemed to push out through the doorway, blocking the exit of the dorm room. The monkey's sac must have been much, much bigger on the inside, because he had no idea that he could even carry this much seed. The muscles of his roommate's dad disappeared with the layers of fat added by the high-calorie intake Yolk's latest dumping.
+
+"Hfff... That was wonderful, boy." Murdoch whispered with his growly voice, patting his enlarged stomach for the camera when he noticed it. "What a stud you are. Maybe when we're back in the season, we should arrange more of these 'team-building exercises', and bring you into the mix, so to speak. Speaking of... Wanna go for round two?"
+
+The monkey was surprised that he could even consider taking in more cum than he already had...but he would be insane to say no. "Maybe tomorrow, coach," Yolk replied with a smirk, feeling his cock still twitching deep in his ass, and his voracious nuts going back to doing what they did best. "Gotta let these boys rest so they can make a large new batch of monkey seed just for you~."
+
+"Mmm... Alright, then. I can barely wait. I wanna see how much cum of yours we can fit before the end of the winter break..."
+
+"Heh. I don't think you'll be able to leave this room by then~." Yolk teased, before hitting the 'stop' button on Calvin's phone.

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+---
+title: The Last Livestream
+pubDate: 2022-12-05
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 1400
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal similar size unbirth, willing anthro female coatimundi pred, willing anthro female fennec fox prey, masturbation, livestreamed vore.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_ff_4_the_last_livestream.png
+description: |
+  Happy Vore Day! These two boyfriends certainly have been awaiting this date eagerly...
+tags: ['unbirth', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'female predator', 'female prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'similar size', 'masturbation', 'lesbian sex', 'flash fiction']
+---
+
+The video started, and the fennec fox, wearing a portable light and camera on a band on her forehead, smiled in the webcam's live feed. "Hey, guys! Samba here. Glad to see we already have so many people in chat today, even though this is gonna be my last livestream here. No game today, we're gonna see how much we can break the 'ToS' before we get banned from the platform."
+
+She started reading some of the live comments.
+
+"Uhm... 'Don't go, Samba', 'Samba, why'... I already answered all that in a thread on Tweater, go read that. But for those who didn't, long story short, there's a bunch of drama with the admins of this site and minors, it's pretty fucked up. This site is probably gonna shit itself in a few months too, with the dumb rules they keep adding. Speaking of, you can find the link for the new site I'll be using on the bottom of the screen. Go follow me there, and...last I checked, that's already a few rules broken on this stream already. Might as well keep going, right?"
+
+"So. As you can tell from what I'm wearing, for this last stream, I was planning on going spelunking... No, chat, I promise it'll be fun. And we've got a special guest, she's– h-hang on." Her hand covered the webcam as she rotated it, and when she let go, it was pointing at her bed. There, sat a bigger woman, a coatimundi, blushing and completely naked, exposing her boobs and labia to the live feed. "Chat, meet Paloma! She's my girlfriend, and it's her first time as a guest on this stream...and the last, in part thanks to her, I guess! Can you say hi to chat?"
+
+"Hi..."
+
+"Didn't I say this wasn't gonna be your usual stream? Also, sorry for everyone watching this at work, oops... Chat is going -wild- about you, love, you should see it." The fennec popped in front of the camera and pretended to whisper. "She's kinda shy, but actually this was all her idea–"
+
+"Hey...! I can hear you, love."
+
+Samba put her tongue out to her – and the ring-tail coati grinned back at her –, then turned back to her computer. "Let me see if I– Wow, we have ten times more viewers than usual already! Maybe this really wasn't such a silly idea... Anyway, I'm gonna change cameras now, one sec."
+
+The video froze, and then was replaced with her head camera's. The stream now also featured different camera angles on the side, one from the webcam showing Paloma as before, and another from the phone that Samba was holding. As the fox turned around, the main shot followed to the coati sitting on the bed.
+
+"Well, Paloma... Do you want to tell everyone what we're about to do?"
+
+Instead of replying, the woman grinned and spread her labia. The streamer moved in closer to record a better view of it.
+
+"Straight into it, huh...? I guess we don't have much time before an admin comes and bans us. Pun intended." She brought a hand to Paloma's folds, slipping the fingers inside. "I bet most of chat has never been this close to a vagina... Haha, sorry chat, I couldn't pass up on that!" She could still read the viewers' messages on her phone. "'I'm unsubbing'...? Well, soon there won't be anything to unsub from. But you can follow my new channel on– Oh!"
+
+She gasped when Paloma pulled her head towards her vagina, shoving the fennec's face and camera into the entrance. The red flesh of her vagina was being illuminated by the headlamp, being streamed live to the world.
+
+"Hmmm... I'm so wet already." The coatimundi's voice boomed over the wireless mic on the head camera. "Push your arms in?"
+
+Samba already had her free hand halfway inside, so she stuck it the rest of the way in with ease. "Can you see my arm disappearing, chat? It's not even that deep yet." The other arm holding her phone now pushed in, slipping ahead of her face to show Samba's live reaction once again. "Okay, love, whenever you're ready."
+
+"I-I'm ready."
+
+The streamer started shuffling forward, and Paloma was pushing her girlfriend in from behind. Samba still had her clothes on, but with how easily she was sinking into the slick tunnel, she might as well have been naked. Her collarbone was pressing into the coati's pussy, and it slipped inside with a loud 'slorp!'. The fennec felt the walls quiver and collapse, holding her tightly in place for a few moments, before relaxing once more. It all got caught on camera.
+
+The fox looked at the comments flooding her waterproof phone. "Chat's saying you came just now."
+
+"Y-Yes, I did..." Paloma didn't moan, but her orgasm still left her breathless. She was looking at the stream herself on Samba's computer, without taking her hands off her clitoris and Samba's butt. "They saw it...on the webcam."
+
+From her expression, the fennec was struggling to stay professional, likely from knowing that her own body was being used to please her girlfriend, so she tried to focus on her tiny screen. "M-More messages from chat. 'I came too', nice... 'Is this safe?' Let's say this is far from the first time we are doing this... 'How deep is she?' Check it yourself."
+
+She touched her phone, changing it to be the main camera of the split view. The streamer extended her arm to the side, until the device was pushing against the coati's folds. She had to move deeper in for her head to appear in the frame, but Samba finally got the shot she'd wanted: her winking face on one half, and her girlfriend's large cervix on the other.
+
+"Too bad all this footage is gonna be gone soon, I would have wanted to watch this later... Umm, chat is asking 'is that the G-spot'. Alright, you know what, I don't regret making fun of you guys anymore. But still, thanks for all the gifted subs. Love, you ready?"
+
+"Mhm." The coatimundi bit her lips in anticipation, and let go of Samba, clenching the bedsheets with her hands. Her ringed tail wrapped around the fox's legs.
+
+Within the squelching walls, the fennec tried to keep the phone at this angle, approaching her other hand to the sphincter and slipping it inside up to her wrist, in the same Manner with the coati's labia. Paloma didn't utter any noise again, but her pleasured expression and the shaky internal shots of her vagina revealed enough. And then, her constricting tail leveraged her girlfriend's legs inwards, shoving her head directly against – and then through – the cervix. She came once again on-stream, her walls hugging Samba tightly.
+
+The climax also caused her uterus to suck the intruder further in, who pushed her other hand inside the warmer chamber, the phone giving a bird's eye view of it all. "Ack, it's hard to get a good angle here. Chat, it's not easy getting good footage when you can't tell up from down, especially from inside of an uterus... The Wi-Fi signal is great tho, heh." She tried to face the phone's screen back at her, showing her chest just inside that fleshy ring. "'Hottest stream ever', 'wish that were me', 'new fetish acquired', 'is this fake'... I'm surprised we're still not banned. Shitty admins... 'She's all the way in'. Well, my feet and tail are in her vagina now, yeah, but I'm only a third of the way in her womb." She brought a hand to touch the much smoother wall of the uterus. "Love, do you think I can go all the way in before we're banned?"
+
+Touching her phone, the main view changed once again, featuring Paloma through the webcam's feed, who was too busy rubbing herself while sporting a large Samba-sized belly. "I...need a m-moment."
+
+"Okay, l-lemme read some more messages then. Or else I might drop my pants and start fingering myself too... A-Ahem, focus, Samba." She squinted again at her device. "Damn, messages are so fast... How many– Holy shit, we have over two hundred thousand viewers?!"
+
+"Is that...a lot...?" The coatimundi asked, fondling her own breast now as well.
+
+"I don't think I've ever seen -any- stream get so many viewers! 'Samba, you're the biggest age-restricted stream on the site right now'. Wait what the fuck, seriously?! I thought that no one was gonna watch our joke stream–"
+
+The video ends as the livestream is abruptly shut down.

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+---
+title: "The Lost of the Marshes – Bonus: Quince's Fantasy"
+shortTitle: "Bonus – Quince's Fantasy"
+pubDate: 2023-01-18
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 5800
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: macro and size difference, non-fatal oral vore. Also includes dream scenarios, role reversal, and self-vore.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/tlotm_bonus_1.png
+description: |
+  This is a bonus chapter of The Lost of the Marshes, set between [Chapter 4 – Change](./chapter-4) and [Chapter 5 – Intersection](./chapter-5).
+
+  I had this idea while working on the next chapter, and wanted to try something a bit more experimental involving these characters. It's self-indulgent and loose canon, and something of a departure from my usual stories! I don't even know how to describe it... Well, whatever it is, it's certainly a mash of different thoughts and ideas that had been boiling in my head, and simmering them down into something legible was an interesting exercise. Hope it's an enjoyable read too!
+descriptionPlaintext: >
+  This is a bonus chapter of The Lost of the Marshes, set between Chapter 4 – Change and Chapter 5 – Intersection.
+
+  I had this idea while working on the next chapter, and wanted to try something a bit more experimental involving these characters. It's self-indulgent and loose canon, and something of a departure from my usual stories! I don't even know how to describe it... Well, whatever it is, it's certainly a mash of different thoughts and ideas that had been boiling in my head, and simmering them down into something legible was an interesting exercise. Hope it's an enjoyable read too!
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anthro predator', 'anthro prey', 'feral prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'unwilling prey', 'non-binary predator', 'male predator', 'non-binary prey', 'male prey', 'nested vore', 'macro predator', 'size difference', 'transformation']
+series: {'The Lost of the Marshes': '/stories/the-lost-of-the-marshes'}
+prev: the-lost-of-the-marshes/chapter-4
+next: the-lost-of-the-marshes/chapter-5
+---
+
+What was going on...? Quince's head was cloudy as they got their bearings. Whatever had happened, they'd ended up in an unfamiliar place that was hard to describe. They took a deep breath and focused.
+
+From what they could remember, the yellow cat was sent down Suu's crop for the night, as usual. Their new kobold friend had let them climb into their mouth, hugged by his drooling flesh before being compressed down the tight throat to be packed away into his midriff, safe and cozy in the transformed dragon's hold. The smooth walls would press down on their fur, locking Quince into the tight chamber as they curled either to spend time throughout the day or sleep away. The sensations were everything that the feline had dreamed of, and it never became boring.
+
+Wherever this was, it was dark, but there was no crop to cuddle into. In fact, Quince could stand up or stretch their arms and legs or jump, and no ceiling or walls could be felt. Somehow, their fur was still visible, down to the brown blotches covering their yellow body and paws. There was no way to tell where the light came from, and although everything still felt like a blur, the cat wasn't completely disoriented aside from their whereabouts.
+
+A chirp called their attention, and their head turned to follow the sound. It was unmistakably Suu's. The dragon could also turn into an archaeopteryx – although Quince simply pictured him as a 'flying feathered reptile', incorporating Nikili's words –, and would make these high-pitched screeches not unlike a bird. The cat saw the black-and-blue creature zoom away into the distance, and they followed their tiny friend on ground.
+
+Their mind was cast to their first encounter in Hamora Marshes, about a week ago. The yellow feline was also chasing the curious 'raven', stalking between sparse trees, before even knowing that it was, in fact, a dragon. What even guided them to follow their instincts that day, irrevocably changing their lives once they got acquainted with Suu? Curiosity, perhaps...? Maybe it was curiosity that motivated them again in this dream-like state.
+
+Dream-like...hmm... Maybe that's why their senses were diminished, Quince thought. It would explain why everything felt light. Normally, if they ever remembered their dream after waking up, their memory would be of a recurring nightmare, starting with the cat escaping from pursuers by crossing a turbulent river. Their legs felt just as floaty in their sprint now, but there was no desperation or dread which they'd grown accustomed to. Hopefully, it wasn't the same dream.
+
+The Urvogel had landed on that indeterminate floor, and the cat approached with a less hurried gait. But even as the tiny dinosaur grew in their field of vision, it still seemed distant...until Quince realized that Suu wasn't distant, but -smaller-. The feathered reptile never was big by any means – his body less than half of Quince's height –, but he wasn't this minuscule. The difference in size was only accentuated when Quince brought their paw down to pick him up, and realized that the archaeopteryx was even smaller than their fingertip! He was basically ant-sized... Or was Quince gigantic? Their claws carefully plucked him off the ground with his long feathered tail, and he gave another happy chirp, not scared at all of the enormous cat.
+
+Quince brought him to their face, inspecting their tiny friend. They were hanging upside down between their two fingers, staring back with his cutesy eyes and reptilian snout. He was blown back and forth by the powerful nostrils, although the cat couldn't pick up any particular smell. Suu was completely unbothered from being handled like this, but it was almost like his blue eyes were telling Quince something. That it was okay– No, that he -wanted- to be eaten by them.
+
+The feline had gulped down the dinosaur before, when he was at his real size. It'd felt nice for a change of roles, although it'd led to quite a troublesome end to their night after they failed to regurgitate him. Of course, this was a completely different situation, but Suu wasn't showing any concerns once more, and if this really was a dream, there was no harm in trying... Still, having only ever played the part of predator that one time, Quince wondered how different the sensation would be.
+
+Their jaws parted to reveal their dry pink flesh to their friend, who chirped happily a few times. There wasn't any saliva on their barbed tongue or inside of their cheeks, but given how Suu was smaller even than any of their teeth, swallowing him down wouldn't be any issue. The gusts of cat breath once again balanced the archaeopteryx in a pendular motion, before he was gently placed on the muscle at the center of the mouth.
+
+Sprawling his wings, Suu covered as much of the surface as a minuscule dinosaur could. His light weight wasn't very noticeable on their spiky taste buds, but knowing that they could relive this moment with their friend, who looked trusting and willing, was incredibly powerful to Quince. Especially closing their maw, and trapping Suu between the rough tongue and the soft palate, leaving him no room to move. The transformed dragon obediently lay still, and the cat felt his feathers tickle the roof of their mouth. The instinct to swallow him came and Quince mindlessly obliged, easily overpowering the Urvogel as he was instantly sucked into their throat.
+
+Their dry swallow had cleared their mandibles of the tiny intruder, but it was hard to tell if Suu had really slipped down their gullet. Quince sat down to try and make out anything inside of their yellow-furred abdomen, and sure enough, a chirp made itself heard. Their stomach didn't feel heavy or bulge out in any way, but something similar to fluttering wings could be felt within the cat's walls. A very unique sensation, given how small Suu was compared to their actual attempt at eating him, when he'd filled their tummy. It made Quince realize how big they were, and how empty their chamber still was...
+
+"Quince!" A familiar voice called. "Have you seen Suu?"
+
+The cat turned their head in this dark void to answer Nikili, but there was no-one above them. Once they looked down, they saw the skirt-wearing brown mongoose staring back. He was so small, too! Still bigger than the archaeopteryx, of course, but not even as tall as one of Quince's palms. He almost looked like a cute doll, and the feline let out a happy trill at his adorableness.
+
+"Do you know where Suu went?" The other scavenger asked again, seemingly ignorant of their huge size difference.
+
+Unable to speak, Quince resorted to their usual method of communication – gesticulation. A simple claw pointing at their midriff should've sufficed, but Suu's opportune chirp emphasized the signal.
+
+"You swallowed him?!" Nikili asked, more surprised than judgmental. After all, he knew of Quince's preferences, and had already witnessed the cat get swallowed several times by a blue kobold in the last few days. "Why?"
+
+The feline's head turned away, flustered. It wasn't normal for the cat to answer complicated questions that required wordy descriptions, given their limited avenues of communication... But on top of that, they weren't sure what Nikili meant.
+
+"Why did you swallow him?" The mongoose reiterated. "Because he tasted good?"
+
+Taste? No, Quince hadn't given that any thought, even when he pushed against their tongue. Their mind was already set on eating him before that.
+
+"Was it because you wanted to repay him eating you?"
+
+That wasn't it, either. Quince would have been happy to be gulped down once more by Suu, but this was a one-time opportunity to live this situation from the other end; now, they were the big caring monster, and the transformed dragon was their willing prey.
+
+"Was it simply because you could?"
+
+Simply...? Hmm, perhaps... They wouldn't have tried it if it was physically impossible, but it sounded more like a requisite than a reason in Quince's mind. Then...no, it wasn't merely to sate their curiosity. The cat ate him because they wanted to. It wasn't really something that they could explain to themselves, much less communicate to Nikili. Sure, Suu apparently had some sixth sense that could figure out what was going in their head when it came to their fetish, but it was simply a frivolous desire. Not driven by mere lust or hunger, it was simply a separate, raw emotion. Perhaps Nikili would understand if they replayed that day in the ruins, when the mongoose joined Quince in the dragon's crop.
+
+"W-What are you doing...?" He asked as the giant yellow face approached him. An open paw nudged his back, making sure that he could properly receive the incoming tongue.
+
+The barbed muscle reached Nikili's ankles first, and carefully drew over the tiny mongoose's body, a huge fleshy brush grooming his skirt and fur. This time, Quince tried to pay attention to the taste – why had Nikili even mentioned it...? –, but other than the hair tickling their tongue, they couldn't place any other external sensations. However, their heart did thump powerfully in their chest, realizing that they could probably swallow Nikili on a whim, too. Their quirky roommate and scavenging partner, taking part in their fantasy... It really had to be a dream. Even if it was fake, they wouldn't squander their chance to show him how nice it could feel.
+
+Quince's thumb wrapped over his shoulders to grab him off the ground and sat down again, keeping Nikili close to their face. They fiddled with him in their fingers, giving more licks across his body for his dry bath. They wanted to show him how much affection they could give, and how much control Quince had. The small scavenger simply seemed confused at the tongue repeatedly lapping at him to brush his fur. Quince stopped for a moment and brought him closer, poking his tiny belly with their cushiony nose, to deduce if their eyes had the same shared intent as the archaeopteryx, who was currently flapping inside of their belly.
+
+No, it wasn't what Nikili wanted. It was what -they- wanted. After all, it was their dream.
+
+Their maw opened again; this time, the tongue slipped under his feet and legs to receive him instead. His arms grabbed at the fur of Quince's snout, but a strong 'slurp!' pulled him into the warm maw. The feline once again toyed with the prey in their mouth, trapping him as Quince adjusted into a more comfortable position. They lied on their side, like they'd seen Suu do as a dragon in his hideout in Zugul, prominently displaying their flat tummy outwards near the ground. Hopefully, the mongoose would bulge it out after he'd concluded his fleshy journey.
+
+Nikili wasn't really shouting or struggling like Quince had expected, he was just managing his footing while being handled by that large muscle. The cat tossed their tongue backwards, feeling their throat grab onto the food presented into it. Closing their eyes, Quince brought a finger to their neck, feeling as their friend traveled down the tunnel with a lump forming outside. It stopped moving as soon as Quince interrupted their swallowing, and gave them the opportunity to feel that weird sensation under their fur without the risk of choking. The trapped mongoose's paws pushed outside just enough to be noticeable, and they enjoyed the more palpable influence of this larger snack, soon to join the bird-like reptile in their stomach.
+
+Quince suddenly felt something touch the fur on their tummy, and swallowed in their surprise, sending Nikili on the rest of his way down. When they looked down, Quince saw someone unexpected: Suu. He'd transformed into a kobold of roughly the same size as Nikili, and was rubbing his two big scaly hands on their exposed midriff. To add to Quince's confusion, they heard the archaeopteryx's muffled chirp as well. There were...two Suu? One in his belly, and one outside... There was no disputing the delirious nature of the situation.
+
+As the identical copy of Suu kneaded Quince's fur, the cat felt Nikili push through the entrance of their stomach. A 'squelch!' could be heard as he landed into the chamber, causing the skin under the kobold's palms to bulge out slightly. The mongoose must have been pressing against the wall directly facing outside, and although Quince would have liked to prod the protrusion again, the small reptile's tenderness, which was in the way, felt really good...
+
+"Kin like Suu push?" The kobold asked them, continuing his massage. Just a few days in this new anthro form which allowed him to speak, and he'd already learned so many words! Nikili was apparently a phenomenal teacher, doing his best to make sure that Suu could fit in discreetly to live with them in Logas. For many years, their household consisted only of Nikili and Quince; but now, this dragon had found his way into their lives. He was more than just a living bed to the cat; he could understand them in a way that no-one else could, or at least he gave that impression. Suu seemed to share in their interest of swallowing them alive, and had done nothing but show them love and care. Quince remembered their first encounter, when they'd lost their utility belt, but the dragon had kept it as a keepsake before returning it. To Quince, that was proof that their fateful meeting was meaningful to him, too.
+
+"Kin like eat Ikky?" Suu questioned once more, pushing against Nikili's – or 'Ikky's' – squirms. Quince purred at the attention that both of their friends gave to their wall. The cat's taciturn Mannerisms meant that they never tried to be the center of attention; that responsibility would normally befit the blabbering mongoose, or more recently, the room-filling dragon. However, in a way, whenever Suu devoured Quince, it made them feel like the center of his attention, albeit in a much more discreet way. With the roles flipped this time, their dominance of the scene was indisputable. Eating the others – or being eaten, on that matter – almost felt like fulfilling a purpose...
+
+The kobold talked again. "What purpose Kin want of Suu?" Quince's head turned to him pensively. The transformed dragon felt great kneading on their tummy, but the cat knew what they wanted even more. To stuff him down along with Nikili and his other archaeopteryx self, and keep them all snug and close in their stomach. Instinctively, their large paw approached him, sequestering him just as easily as with the mongoose before. Skipping the tongue foreplay, Quince simply stuffed his scaly torso between their lips. Suu's chubby arms and hands were now massaging their tongue instead, and the feline found it amusing to see his blue tail wagging just past their teeth. They kept suckling on the reptile for a bit, teasing his imminent entrapment.
+
+"Hey!" Nikili called out from below. Quince's eyes followed the voice, and there he was, standing outside of their stomach with an annoyed look. Unsurprisingly, the bulge that Nikili made in their stomach hadn't disappeared, so it must have been another dream clone. "Why did you eat me and Suu?!"
+
+"Actually, it's not so bad in here... It's weirdly warm and roomy!" Nikili replied from inside of their stomach...to himself.
+
+"What?! S-Say it ain't so...!"
+
+The mongoose sometimes had the habit to chatter on and on, and Quince was a bit scared at the prospect of the extrovert bouncing off himself ad infinitum – especially if more clones might appear in this dream. Although, the thought of filling themself with never-ending copies of their friends, each one having to adjust to their new environment, did seem very amusing... Their yellow paw reached into the lumpy fur, and pushed against the bulge, forcing the prey towards the center of their stomach.
+
+"C'mon Quince...can't you let us out?" The frustration in Nikili's tone was dry. "What do you even stand to gain?"
+
+The cat started thinking on their motivation, until Suu's further struggling in their mouth called their attention. A belly chockful of friends seemed like a good enough reason, and they mischievously disobeyed their small scavenging partner, shoving the kobold's feet in with their fingers before tossing their head back.
+
+"Is that what this is about to you...?" The judgmental clone continued, simply watching the black-and-blue reptile slip out from view, before a bulge formed in Quince's throat. "We're just food?"
+
+No – you're something way better.
+
+Before the kobold even had reached their stomach, Quince's hungry jaws wasted no time to lunge at their next prey. Their teeth clasped and held Nikili in their grip, scooping him up. Quince lifted their head to try and gulp him down immediately. The mongoose grasped onto the barbs of their tongue, burying his feet against the indentations to lock himself in place.
+
+This iteration of Nikili was definitely feistier than the previous one, Quince thought, but he surely must've known that it'd be toasty and nice inside – even the other Nikili had told him as much. Maybe he was reflecting how his real life counterpart would often displayed some resistance whenever confronted with something new or slightly discomforting, such as the cat's unusual desires. This could lead to awkward interactions, like the time when he'd resisted Quince's plea to meet the dragon a second time in the marshes; although thankfully, he'd later admitted to his mistake. His insecurities could be overbearing at times; and even now, his clone's uncertainty managed to be stronger than the large muscle trying to pry him off.
+
+As Quince reflected on their relationship, a deep rumble brought their attention to a new actor. It was Suu, again for the third time, but in his real form. It was hard to mistake his black-and-blue squamous appearance, with large wings folded on his back. The dragon was gigantic in real life, but even he was smaller than the cat in their dream. Roughly half their size, they guessed, not unlike the archaeopteryx's relative height compared to Quince's in the real world; an opportune ratio, to say the least, given how the feline had already swallowed him down once. If there was any intentionality behind their imagination's scenario, it was clear to them.
+
+Suu's tail wagged in the air, teasing them further. Just a few days ago, Quince was small and light enough to swing from its tip... But that moment felt like an eternity away at this point. The dragon had shown hospitality and affection towards Quince in ways they'd thought impossible and unimaginable, and not only in his large form... But most of all, the mythical creature had proven how their fantasies were more than unrealizable desires. And this revelation had completely changed the cat's outlook on their fetish; with Suu sticking around, there was no going back to who they used to be.
+
+And there was no better way to keep him around than their intrusive thought shouting over all others. They gently grabbed that scaly tail and guided it into their mouth, looming over the mongoose still gripping their tongue. The dragon gave an acquiescing murr, letting his friend direct his extremity into the entrance of their throat. Suu wouldn't move an inch, knowing that Quince wanted to have full control over his somewhat plump body as it was swallowed down; sure enough, those yellow paws grabbed his hips, aiming his back legs towards the entrance of their maw.
+
+Quince felt their throat tug on Suu's appendage, without any discomfort that'd be associated with choking on an obstruction that big. The Nikili in their mouth also slipped a bit from the scales shoving him aside, having to grab onto the dragon's tail to not immediately fall inside. Nonetheless, he'd still end up as another wriggling mass in the cat's stomach. There was no escaping his fate.
+
+Focusing on the challenging snack, their lips stretched with surprising ease over each scute-covered feet, bulging out their cheeks as the rest of the tail snaked down their esophagus. The sensations of his body pressing and pushing against theirs were still dulled, but at least there didn't seem to be anything that'd impede his ingestion. Quince's tongue lapped at the smooth underside of Suu's plates, experimentally pushing against that big soft belly that could now easily fit in their maw. The fiercest creature that the feline had ever met, reduced to a mere meal... And a willing one, at that, with his rumbling encouragement throughout – unlike the squirmier furry prey being lowered into the esophagus.
+
+A few more hazy gulps, and Suu's claws entered the back of their mouth. Quince purred in pleasure, using one paw to guide more of the dragon's body inside while the other felt the impossible distention under their neck. His toes rubbed at the flesh, the claws scratching pleasurably at the tight tunnel without causing pain. Of course Suu wouldn't hurt them, not even in a dream with warped rules. Quince wasn't sure why – or even how –, but the real Suu also would always encourage them to do what they desired. His three dream-like incarnations seemed to share that goal, but the cat wondered if it was a coinciding wish, or simply an act for Quince's sake. Having just begun to be socialized, after who-knows-how-long of simply being a feral dragon in the marshes, it was possible that Suu didn't even have such complex thoughts like people did. Still, there was some degree of mutual understanding despite all of the cultural barriers, and Quince was pretty certain that the dragon had done everything out of his own volition.
+
+And it wasn't any different in this fantasy. Suu remained still as his folded wings were being shoved right past their teeth, the membranes pushing onto the roof of the filled mouth. His legs were at the back of the mouth, bending in the sharp turn before more of his body followed them into the throat.
+
+Quince had been swallowing him for a while without interruption, and warily looked around, already expecting a third mongoose to appear and start being even more critical than the last. And sure enough, they spotted another angry Nikili next to their foot.
+
+"Won't you ever be satisfied?!" He shouted. "How long–"
+
+Quince didn't feel like hearing any further criticism from their imaginary friend, and simply grabbed him into their clutch, Nikili's muffled complaints doing nothing but blowing tiny warm breaths onto their fingers. Their yellow fist moved towards their head to simply pop him in, but stopped at the realization that there was still a large scaly obstacle ahead.
+
+Suu only had his front legs and neck up hanging outside of Quince's lips, but he had an idea of his own to dispatch of the obnoxious scavenger. His own jaws parted, a second set of teeth just before Quince's, with his own squishy tongue hiding away from their view. The cat found amusement at the thought of having Nikili get swallowed twice at the same time! Without a second thought, they tossed the tiny scavenger into Suu's maw to feed their meal.
+
+"You–!" was the only intelligible word from the flung mongoose before he landed in the dragon's mouth, which promptly snapped close and gulped. He would end up in Suu's crop, but not before a journey down the creature's throat. Quince stilled their swallowing to feel that bulge appear at the top of the feral's neck, the squirming weight perceptible on their tongue. The feline wondered how nice it would feel to join into the warmth of two friends at once, disappointed that Nikili wouldn't appreciate it as much as Quince would have.
+
+The dragon's paws and tail were curling inside of Quince's stomach by now, and not knowing how much longer the dream would last, they were eager to stuff him inside completely, to properly enjoy a filled belly. Their paws pushed on Suu's snout to aid the supernatural swallowing, while his murrs were a reciprocal indication of his eagerness. More of their friend filled them from mouth to tummy, the widest part magically fitting through their neck and chest without issue. Suu's flat tongue gave their own muscle a few affectionate licks as Quince closed their jaws, tossing their neck back again to gulp a few last times. Finally, that horned head was slipping into their gullet, the outline of his skull clear to Quince's touch before it hurriedly squished down into their chamber, stuffing it unlike any of the other cloned occupants had done.
+
+Quince gasped in relief at the feeling of their sphincter finally closing after Suu, before slouching onto their butt to examine their distended gut. The weight felt very familiar, just like when Suu had served as their prey, and although they couldn't really feel the scaly texture of his skin against the folds of their stomach, his constant shifting prominently pushed skin and organs alike. It was hard to tell which part was his head or his legs...only that the multiple bulges in Quince's midriff were constantly moving in that tight environment, their walls reshaping around his form. And it wasn't uncomfortable at all.
+
+The cat pushed back on their lunch, seeing how much their belly could withhold without physical limitations. Their preys got pressed to the bottom of their belly, jutting onto the sides just above their hip, compressing with a bit more resistance and consistency than a bladder filled with water. Quince doubtlessly would have felt sick if they'd attempted this on their real stomach, and that realization frustrated them. Of course, they wouldn't want to try eating something alive again, given their latest scare, but Suu was too gentle whenever he swallowed Quince, and sometimes they simply wished that he'd just treat them a bit more roughly. It could be fun to make things more exciting from time to time if he'd agree to it...
+
+However, now that the feline had the chance of being the predator and zero consequences, they had no qualms about squeezing and sloshing their friends around, if only to explore this new experience. How tight it must have felt for all the Suu and Nikili inside! They felt pretty jealous.
+
+Letting go of the belly, it simply bounced back up, giving the occupants a bit more room. Thinking of their friends, Quince realized that it had been a while since a new pair of clones had appeared. Maybe that was as far as their imagination would go? They scanned around the darkness to try and spot someone else, but maybe they'd need to walk around and explore this void. Quince stood up, and the back of their head bumped on a soft roof.
+
+The impact was surprising, and the cat turned around to look at its source. Their furry arms brushed against equally soft and smooth walls, while the darkness started to fade away. Their vision of the room was slowly improving, and what looked like a fleshy bag was materializing all around Quince. With a soft heartbeat soon to follow, and finding only one way out – a tightly clutched sphincter at the top –, they knew exactly where they were: Suu's crop. Was this the fourth reflection of their friend?
+
+It did feel odd, but recognizable. It was much smaller, just barely containing Quince without pressing them down – normally, both Quince and the taller Nikili would have fit comfortably in here. The deep organ lacked illumination, but in this dream, the smooth pink surface was clearly discernible. A texture not unlike the familiar interior of the dragon's cheeks, perhaps, aside from the lack of saliva. This was something that Quince had never seen, and likely never would in the real world, which only made the sight that much more special.
+
+The walls of the crop started to steal some of the space, shrinking down onto Quince. Or was Quince growing? The organ constricted them, holding the cat firmly in place. They weren't even sure if this was really Suu they were inside of, as the usual welcoming rumbles or tender rubbing were both absent. Only a heartbeat could be heard, repeating itself unwaveringly.
+
+Quince tried to push out onto the wall of the crop to see if anyone would notice and answer, while the prey in their stomach seemingly did the same. Surprisingly, the gesture inside of them also stopped when they retracted their paw. Was Suu mimicking their actions? Slowly, they pushed both arms back into the flesh, spreading their fingers...and were surprised to see a pair of cat paws under their own fur! It was surreal, they couldn't believe it, even knowing it was a dream! Then, this crop wasn't Suu's, but...theirs? Not even of a clone of themself, no; it was the one in their body...and the one around them...
+
+It made no sense, and despite everything that had happened so far, it still seemed ludicrous, but there was one way to find out for sure. They looked down onto their bulge and repeated the gesture from moments ago, squeezing down on their prey. Simultaneously, the top of the crop compressed tightly, a huge pair of paws forcing Quince down as they were pushed against the bottom of the chamber! Now they could feel the full strength that the prey inside of them had just felt – prey which had been replaced by Quince themself, somehow. The logic behind it was hard to wrap their head around, especially while being jostled inside of their own organ. Their heart rate increased, both inside of their chest and somewhere above. It was disorienting and turbulent, but still intriguing to witness first-hand, both as prey and predator. They now had a sense of how careful Suu really was every time that the cat was in his body.
+
+They released the pressure on their guts, and regained their sense of direction as the crop uncurled back to its previously calm state. Quince slowly pressed a paw back onto their tummy while it faced the outer wall, wondering if they could feel the combined pressure of their larger self. The external hand appeared again, gently pushing down on their tummy. It was hard to tell if the paradoxical sensation was that much different from simply rubbing their own stomach, but the self-caring act still made them feel warm inside.
+
+The pressure of the walls abruptly was on the rise again, although not because of Quince's hand. It was hard to tell if the world was shaking or if they were feeling dizzy, but the grip of the smooth pink flesh on them was definitely stronger. Something was happening to their stomach-crop-thing, and their five senses were getting even hazier.
+
+Suddenly, the squishy ground raised them, forcing Quince directly onto the sphincter above. They were regurgitating themself...? A lump at the very bottom of their throat seemed to confirm it, though. However, the tunnel ahead was turning darker and darker, and their arms faded from vision. The cat's fur felt wet, too. Was this...saliva? It wasn't something they'd noticed in their dream so far; their own tongue and crop both had been completely dry. Quince could even feel something coming up to their mouth while they traveled up the esophagus. The sensations were getting almost as clear as the real thing, in fact. Reaching a bend at the top, they saw a bright light beaming onto their face, as they were forced in its direction...
+
+The cat suddenly slumped down with a 'splat!', the surprise fall jostling them awake. Their fur and mouth were drenched in warm saliva, and they were held up high by two arms. As they coughed out the excess liquid, and their vision adjusted to the morning light, they could see a blue pair of eyes staring back at them. It was Suu as a kobold – the real one, holding the small Quince near his chest.
+
+"Quince wake!" He announced happily, before his tongue began grooming the feline to remove the excessive drool. Quince's clarity returned, realizing that he'd just spit them out from his crop for the night. It really was all a dream, then... Regardless, they purred at their friend's licking affection, while the blue reptile's throat rumbled back in response.
+
+"Morning, Quince!" Nikili called from across the room. The small scavenger turned their head in Suu's grasp to look at the smiling mongoose by the hearth. "Sorry for asking Suu to wake you up early. Today, as you recall, we're gonna escort Nurta to Kuir, so we gotta leave pretty early."
+
+Their business partner didn't seem to judge Quince's and Suu's unusual interactions, at least not anymore. It seemed that their dream had missed the mark in some aspects...
+
+"Well," Nikili continued, grabbing one of the urns they'd found in the ruins, "I'm gonna load our stuff in her cart, and you can get yourself cleaned up by the river. Nurta's probably gonna find it weird if you're smelling like the big guy's fish breath."
+
+Quince simply gave him two affirming trills, and he chuckled before leaving. Suu was done with his morning licks and carefully squatted to set them down on the ground. While the cat watched him, he turned into an archaeopteryx and chirped, before flying out through the hole in the ceiling towards the Hamora Marshes, in order to find some fresh breakfast for himself.
+
+Slightly less drenched in saliva, Quince simply stood alone in their house for a moment. It really had been quite a weird dream, with all of the self-indulgence and the multiple manifestations of their friends; not to mention the last part. It had all been fabricated by their mind, but still so vivid. Nevertheless, it was a much better memory than the recurring nightmares they usually had. Whenever they'd slept in Suu's crop, Quince could never recall the events that happened in their head after waking up. This was the first exception, and for once, their dream would be a cherished fantasy.
+
+The cat stretched their body, noticing how well-rested they felt. Judging from the intruding sunlight's angle, it must have been quite early indeed. Ignoring the drool still dripping from their fur onto the ground, they made their way into the pantry for a quick breakfast, finding a piece of bread to eat on their way to the Second River. It was fun to engorge themself with their friends multiple times during their fictitious scenario, but in the real world, Quince would have to satisfy their hunger with actual food, just like anyone else.
+
+The tiny scavenger planned to return home after a quick bath, to retrieve Suu and their belt, before meeting up with Nikili. As Quince stepped outside and took a bite out of the bread, they smiled, reimagining the curious sensations of their dream. It left Quince in a glowing mood, but it would be their personal secret, and their friends would never find out.

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+title: "The Lost of the Marshes – Chapter 1: Found"
+shortTitle: "Chapter 1 – Found"
+pubDate: 2022-06-04
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 7300
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: macro, non-fatal oral vore.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/tlotm_ch1.png
+description: |
+  Hey! This is my first vore story, and the first story I've written in years. It's also the first chapter in a vore series, The Lost of the Marshes, focusing on non-fatal vore. I've always wanted to do a project like this and I finally decided to actually do it, so enjoy!
+tags: ['oral vore', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'male predator', 'non-binary prey', 'macro predator']
+series: {'The Lost of the Marshes': '/stories/the-lost-of-the-marshes'}
+next: the-lost-of-the-marshes/chapter-2
+summary: |
+  Quince, a genderless cat who cannot speak, separates from their taller scavenging partner Nikili, a male mongoose, in the Hamora Marshes. The cat finds a giant mute dark-blue dragon who, as gentle as he could be at his size, swallows Quince down into his crop, indulging in the cat's desires of being swallowed alive. Nikili finds the dragon, who lets Quince go, and Nikili runs away with Quince in his arms.
+---
+
+... The Hamora Marshes, covering the entirety of the area around Hamora Lake, might not seem much compared to the great forests or jungles in far-off places of the world, but in the dry lands that surround it, it is certainly a symbol of life. The terrain is plain and flooded with water, the vegetation is sparse and small, and the fauna mostly consists of fishing birds like gulls and herons and their prey. ...
+
+... In the past, a civilization built its shrines and temples at the edge of the Hamora Marshes, considering it a religious site for nature and life, which we now call the Zugul Ruins. However, as the marshes grew and overtook the region, it has long been abandoned, and no wary travelers dare enter the depths of the marshes by foot, in that region away from the lake and the desert. Legend has it that terrible beasts now make their home there, but very few who claim to have spotted one have returned to tell the tales. ...
+
+\=\=\=
+
+A pair of adventurers made their way into the northern part of the marshes. Of course, they had heard the stories of people who never returned, but they were prepared to face almost any danger, were they a person or a beast. And besides, they had more pressing matters in their hands: money. Or lack thereof. It had been a while since they received any requests for jobs that they specialized in back in their home village, and since working on the farmlands wasn't their ideal line of work, they had resorted to scavenging the Zugul Ruins for artifacts once again.
+
+They weren't deterred by any fears of being cursed by stealing aged possessions from ghosts, and there were plenty of buyers in the city who would pay a pretty gold for these dilapidated ceramics and oxidized metals. The two scavengers didn't understand why, but it might have to do with the symbol of status from owning and displaying such items. Well, whatever it may be, they now had the more practical concern of finding new artifacts, and later they would think of selling them. The parts of the ruins that were on the outskirts of the marshes had been all but ransacked by scavengers in the past – these two included. So now they needed to venture deeper into Hamora to find new ones. No big deal, they reckoned.
+
+The two had worked together, and alone, for many years. The taller one, a mongoose at 5'8"/172cm, watched his step over the waist-high reeds as he tried to move around without sinking into a water hole. Just because they were far north from the giant Hamora Lake, it didn't mean that these flood lands had no smaller lakes or sinkholes of their own. He carried an empty bag across his chest, and wore only sandals and a skirt down to his knees, the latter sporting a beige color that contrasted with the short brown fur of his slender body. His head had a lighter-toned fur, except on his small pointed dark ears, the pink snoot at the tip of his pointed snout, and his green eyes. Behind him, he was followed by his long slim tail, which had an almost black hue from the middle point out, and a war axe with a bronze head being carried on his right hand that kept getting stuck on the wetland foliage. He regrets his choice of weapon for this occasion, but there's none other he can handle so well, and hopefully it would see no use.
+
+Ahead of him, a much smaller, 2'9"/84cm cat ran with much more ease and nimbleness through the vegetation. During these expeditions, they only carried a belt with full pockets around the waist, exposing the rest of their thin, bright-yellow furred body, with big and round brown spots occasionally spread across the body. You could count one on the head, in the area near the right ear, and some five or so more throughout their torso and limbs. They looked much like a small cat person, except that they were completely smooth on the crotch area. It was a rare but not unusual anatomy shared by some people around the nation, and they happened to be one of them. And in their case, they opted not only to be called by no gender, but to also not wear clothes, which is not frowned upon for people with no external genitals.
+
+The cat had tremendous agility crossing the vegetation, and their reduced weight helped them not sink to any water if they quickly jump on the top half of the plants. This meant that they were usually running ahead of their partner in this terrain, and especially so when they lost focus, such as when they got into a rhythm with this complicated dance... "Quince!", they heard as they snapped back into reality, and mewled to reply to their friend's call as they turned around.
+
+The pair had met years ago, and they had a weird communication problem to deal with. The cat, Quince, couldn't speak any language, outside of body expressions, meows, hisses, purrs, trills, and so on. Hence, when they first met, the mongoose, whose name was Nikili, decided to name them after the fruit with the same bright-yellow color of their fur, and the cat happily adopted the name. Despite their muteness, Quince could perfectly understand Nikili's and other's speech in the common language. And their energetic, friendly expressiveness more than made up for their complete lack of words, so there was little that Nikili couldn't understand back with a little bit of patience. Since they met each other, they had gotten along really well quickly, and soon decided to move together and live in a village close to Hamora Marshes. They were now great friends and roommates, doubling as business partners for these kinds of forays.
+
+Quince made their way back to the small cluster of trees under which Nikili was standing, as he looked around. "It doesn't seem like we'll have much cover if we keep going south", he remarked, looking to the marshy plains that only had short vegetation and feral herons stretching to the horizon. He was worried that someone else – or something else – might run into them if they go too far and expose themselves. "We can go east or west here, I see more trees there that could be hiding some shrines." The cat trilled approvingly, and before Nikili could continue, they quickly motioned with exaggeration, putting their two hands together and then splitting their arms until each pointed to one of the two sides.
+
+"Wait, are you saying we should split off here?", questioned the mongoose, prompting a nod from Quince. He brought his free hand to his chin. "I don't know... We may cover more ground, but we haven't been this far in before. If something happens to either one of us...", he thought out loud, and looked at the cat bearing a confident expression. He gave in, trusting Quince's instincts even as he had to call the shots. "Alright, we can do that. I'll head west and you'll head east. But in about an hour, we should meet back here."
+
+His partner agreed, not taking a second thought before setting off to the direction that Nikili said. The mongoose chuckled and turned to his right, immediately plunging his right leg in a spot where there was no ground and partially falling. "Ugh",  he groaned to himself as he lifted his leg from the water hole while sitting, and noticed his now-soaking skirt. "Off to a great start, Nikili."
+
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+
+Quince had quickly traversed the open field and reached their side of the area, looking back to see Nikili standing back up. The cat was once again under the cover of the larger trees, which meant that the soil should be firm enough to support their roots. They could now walk freely on their back legs while watching the surroundings instead of the floor, and look for what they've been after all along. The feline could have walked on their fours, but they preferred the bipedal way unless they had to sprint. As they kept moving forward, their gaze shifted in search of any abandoned buildings, since there was a good chance that they could find some loot in them. Due to the stories about people disappearing, the marshes weren't really inhabited by anyone, and the only sensible way to go through them was with a boat that sailed through the Hamora Lake, all the way down to the Last River where it met the sea. This meant that everything out here on land was either a shrine or temple, ripe for the taking if you were lucky.
+
+They figured that they should keep going about half an hour in this direction, and then head back to meet Nikili at the midpoint if they don't find anything. They had explored the marshes for far longer time at previous raids, either together or split off like they were doing now. However, they probably never went this far into the marshes. It wasn't like they had much choice, anyway; they already knew the northern side of this area of the marshes, and all of the now empty ruins spread around there, like the palm of their hands. If they were lucky, they could still find a necklace or other trinket randomly lying about, usually from another ransacker that had dropped it on the run. And anything too close to the Hamora Lake would have been compromised by stubborn traders on their boats. So far, they must have been walking for some ten minutes now, without anything catching Quince's eye, still–
+
+Except that something else did, instead. Looking across to the top of a tree to their right, they saw a weird, black blur of a small bird, immediately taking flight from one of the branches there. A raven, maybe? They were a rare sight here in the marshes. But something else was off about it, and it troubled Quince that they couldn't exactly pinpoint it. That's when they heard a rustling of leaves to their left now; and turning to face it, the same bird, once again, flew from the branch. Was... was it purposefully avoiding being seen? A part of them thought that this was absurd, and that they really should pay attention to the task at hand. But seeing the bird fly off further to the distance piqued Quince's interest. Maybe it was their explorer's intuition, or their hunter cat side, that was speaking.
+
+Before they realized, their legs were already moving on their own after the small critter. It still kept its distance, hopping from one branch and flying to the next, going in a single direction. Thankfully, it was the same direction that Quince was following, so if anything, this little chase was just helping them explore further the way that they initially wanted to. Quince noticed now that it had some black and dark-blue feathers on the wings. A bit unusual, sure, but it also wasn't the reason why they were so fixated on that single bird.
+
+Quince was trying to see the small bird's features better, and avoid colliding with any tree trunks on the way. In fact, they almost failed to notice the dilapidated structure – probably a temple, from its size – where they ended up just outside of, which had the usual white stone walls of Zugulian ruins, and the far away wall seemed to have partially collapsed. It wasn't long until the raven flew down from the branches of the trees, flying into the temple through said hole. But by sheer luck, the strange corvid must have nested exactly where Quince wanted to be. Now, they would get a closer look at that weird bird, and inspect the ruins in hope of finding something, they thought, going around the building to reach the entrance.
+
+What Quince first found inside, however, was neither.
+
+At least, there wasn't much to see at first glance, because the back of the temple was too dark. As they walked in and their eyes adjusted, Quince noticed the presence at the very back of the place, which made their heart sink. It definitely wasn't the bird. It wasn't moving or making sounds save for breathing, and it was dominated by a blue hue in the center, that crept up into dark blue scales and black spikes. On the ground lay four limbs with black claws, and a long serpentine tail that neatly traced the side wall. On the other wall rested a thick neck, propping up a reptilian maw, on which stood a blue set of two dilated slit eyes, and a short pair of black horns above. Although its back was facing the opposite wall, a distinct membrane from a wing could be seen folded on its side. And the body it belonged to occupied an enormous volume, stretching itself over almost half of the ruined hall.
+
+There was no doubt; this was definitely a dragon.
+
+Quince had been frozen as soon as they entered the building, simply observing the massive creature as thoughts raced through their head. Surely they didn't confuse this of all things for a small bird, right? This dragon was not only orders of magnitude larger, it had no feathers. It was an odd thought, why would they even think about that in this moment? There was a monster standing just a few dozen steps away from them, ready to strike them. But for however long that Quince had stood there – maybe it's been seconds, maybe it's been hours –, nothing happened. It seemed that the winged drake simply stared back at them this whole time, not moving except for blinking and breathing. It wasn't dead, for sure, but maybe it was ill? Or it had some weird condition, where it couldn't see things that weren't moving. Quince would soon figure out that this wasn't it either, as without realizing, they were slowly shuffling backwards until they tripped on a stone brick on the ground. Falling on their butt, they closed their eyes on impact, but looking back up at the dragon, it did not seem to react at all, other than follow them with its gaze.
+
+Maybe it was just curious about Quince? No... Or maybe it was thinking if they would even be a worthy meal for them, sizing them up, like snakes did. The dragon looked like it was around 50'/15m in length from head to tail, easily more than ten times Quince's size. There's no way they would be a meal... Maybe a snack, then? Again, with these weird thoughts... why were they the ones on their mind right now out of all times?
+
+Breaking the silence and Quince's line of thought, a deep and rumbly growl came from the dragon's head. It weirdly didn't feel threatening at all, but more like some sort of twisted trill of greeting? Quince definitely found it weird how the sound seemed to come not just across the room but from above, as the dragon had craned its neck near the wall so its head neared the ceiling, making very evident how much it towered over them. After a moment, not knowing what to do, Quince spoke back, making their own muted meow to the majoritarian occupier of this hall.
+
+A sharper growl came from the dragon almost immediately, as it now lowered its neck and head to the floor in a slow continuous movement, pointing its snout at the mammal so that it was even closer to Quince than before. This initially made the already antsy cat even more nervous, but they weren't even concerned about running away, as it laid almost on its side, it would be nigh-impossible for the winged drake to even get up to chase after it. Instead, minding which pocket of their belt Quince kept their knife in, they decided to be more assertive, taking a few cautious steps closer to the mythical reptile.
+
+They approached its center, intentionally avoiding the scarier bits like the head and those black claws. As they kept going, closely watching its neck, they saw how it turned its head in order to follow them with its eyes. It looked like it was moving with very sluggish, almost exhausted motions. It was nothing like any beast Quince had ever seen, but they knew better than to keep their eyes away from the peculiar animal. Still, if dragons were anything like the terrible creatures capable of wanton destruction that one would expect, the slow-pace certainly felt very deliberate on its part...
+
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+
+And to him, it certainly was deliberate. He, the dragon, had lived his whole life inside of the marshes, and he had only observed these rare visitors from afar. It was the first time he ever got this close to one of them, just like it was for the bright-yellow cat. And as similar as their situation, he knew that there was an asymmetry, what with the small person potentially terrified by his shape and size. Still, there was something about Quince, something that he empathized with... Some innate curiosity, perhaps, mixed with predisposed friendliness?
+
+And he hoped that by being calm and leisurely-paced, he could show those friendly intentions. He let out another satisfied short rumble, hoping it would help to soothe the little one. He couldn't speak – just like the cat, unbeknownst to him –, and he also couldn't understand their languages for that matter. What he could understand, though, is their emotions, and to him, it was as if the cat's fear was being washed away as they slowly continued to approach him.
+
+Much closer now, Quince could notice the dragon's features more clearly. Though their eyes first darted to his pointy features – the black horns, the black claws, the black spikes following his spine, and a white pair of fangs slightly peeking from his maw –, they now noticed the rest of the body. His paws, arms, legs, and neck were somewhat short in length and a bit plump with pretty ultramarine-hued scales, and his belly did not only look soft and chubby, but also a faded ocean blue color. Relative to his size, the dragon didn't look fat per se, although he was definitely not slim either. However Quince may attempt to describe the reptile, he certainly looked less terrifying up close.
+
+Quince was now examining one of his front paws, seeing that the back had smaller and grayish scales instead of the dark-bluish ones elsewhere on his body, that were almost as big as their palms. They realized how even one of his fingers was already bigger than their own body, and how easily the dragon could have subdued them or even crushed them with it if he wanted to. And right on cue, he raised the paw that Quince was watching, spreading his digits so that the cat could see them better. Quince was surprised, and noted to themself how the dragon did it as a reaction to their intense staring. They weren't sure how much the creature understood, but he must definitely have some sort of intelligence as they suspected. His giant index finger now approached Quince, stopping just short of their tummy, as if to let them examine it if they wanted. After a moment of anticipation, the yellow cat mewled towards the head halfway across the room, and raised their own two paws to touch the appendage.
+
+In their first contact, the blue giant could feel the small, furry hands moving across his finger, which were feeling back the scales covering it. The touch felt warm and fuzzy, and Quince seemed more at east with him now that they didn't expect anything rash or bad from the dragon. He let out a short growl and closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of being felt by the smaller being. At one point, the touch stopped, and to his surprise resumed, but now it was on his exposed belly. The cat had touched their tummy to his, stretching their arms over the huge dome in front of them as they caressed it. The dragon opened his eyes to witness the feline's boldness, and then followed them with his finger, now slowly scratching their back without any force as to carefully not push them.
+
+It felt great for Quince, hugging that giant and sturdy, but soft belly while being pet, and they couldn't help but close their own eyes and purr against that stretchy skin, mimicking the deeper growls coming from that belly's owner. They felt completely at the mercy of the dragon, and yet it was so comfortable and safe. It didn't take long until Quince's thoughts went back to their earlier thoughts of becoming a snack, but for different reasons now. Although they didn't have any genitals or libido, they still had some fantasies of being swallowed or swallowing something alive. But these desires never were indulged, as it was a fairly uncommon fetish, and their lack of communication meant that they simply couldn't seek others who were interested as well. At best, they could have tried swallowing a mouse or a bird, but the fear of not being able to bring it back safely put them off for good. And their partner, Nikili, had figured out Quince's interest at some point in the past, but he didn't share it, nor did he want to partake in it whatsoever. Though even if they wanted to, anything would be too impractical due to size.
+
+But now, maybe the dragon would indulge them, considering how caring he was being, and how big it was. Quince still felt a little ashamed to try and ask this watchful drake – if he could even understand them, that is – to attempt such a thing. Even if it was feasible, they were content enough simply imagining themself on the other side of that belly. Once again as if on cue, though, the dragon retracted his finger from Quince's back, and brought his head closer instead, now sniffing them. They felt the warm wind of every exhale push back on their fur, each air blast from those wide nostrils almost strong enough to make them lose their balance.
+
+Without even realizing, the cat's hands felt compelled to move from his belly to his face, right under his lips. They were purring again, imagining if somehow, did he understand what they wanted? And then he felt the lower jaw push against him as it moved down, opening just enough for the tip of his tongue to slip out. Quince jumped back in surprise, prompting the dragon to close his mouth. But then the cat brought their paws back to the scales on his jaw, thrilling back at him with insistence. So he once again – slower this time – opened his maw to let his tongue escape a little further out.
+
+It didn't look like what Quince expected. The pink organ wasn't long and pointy like a lizard's or a snake's, but rather flat and smooth-looking, perhaps like that of a dog. Almost touching the ground, it was already as long as their length without even getting pushed all the way out of that maw, which was still closed enough to conceal most of the insides of the mouth. But the simple sight of the saliva-coated muscle was as irresistible of an invitation as it could be for them. Taking off their belt, their only piece of equipment or clothing, they proceeded to touch that fleshy wall with one paw, feeling how the dragon's taste buds in that spot flinched as they deposited some of its saliva on their lower arm. It wasn't long before they made another bold move, closing their eyes and pressing their entire body against the tongue, and Quince rubbed themself across the warm wet surface, not taking long before their fur was already drenched in the transparent fluid. From the sheer difference in size between Quince and the dragon, and all the saliva that his tongue was secreting, simply hugging the tongue already had encased them in a full-body hug of fluids. And hearing more peaceful growls that felt like soft murrs, they wondered how the dragon must be feeling from all of this.
+
+Clearly, he was also enjoying himself. He was focused on their taste, and he could feel the fur tickle his tongue before it was completely soaked and stuck to Quince's body, and there was definitely some earthy flavor to them. No sourness as one would expect from their fruit namesake, but other than that, he could catch a glimpse of the marsh's plants that they had run through to get here, and some saltiness from the sweat in their front paws. There was also a very faint, sharp, planty smell that they couldn't quite distinguish. Once the cat had sufficiently coated themself in his saliva for a while, the dragon's head started moving forward slowly, now opening his maw further and scooping Quince off the ground with a flick of his tongue. He was now carrying the cat on the muscle, tilting his head just so he can keep his tongue horizontal and bring it back into his mouth as he kept it fully opened.
+
+Quince had been sitting quietly as they were rolled around. The movement was delicate in the giant creature's perspective, but he had moved the cat over 5 feet off the ground and a few forward until they were inside of his skull. Now, both of them were avoiding any sudden movements. Quince's heart had raced quite a bit; partly from anxiety and partly from excitement, they figured. When the movement around them stopped, they stood on the shaky soft ground, wiped the saliva from their eyelids, and looked around. Behind, they could see the interior of the ruins, partially obscured by two rows of fangs. Above and below them, the pink flesh dripped with saliva, making some gooey strands that stretched over the full height of the chamber in anticipation of the current occupant of the maw. And finally ahead, furthest away from any light source, was a dark steamy tunnel of insides, blowing more hot air on Quince as the dragon now breathed through its mouth, bringing a very faint smell of river fish into the chamber. It was amazing that Quince could even fully stand in here, and never could they have imagined that such a thing would be a reality. And they felt no fear at all, only contentment.
+
+And there was no turning back now. Quince could hear another rumble from the dragon's vocalization, with a more questioning tone. Perhaps he was giving them the option to turn around and leave unscathed, in a final act of concern for the tiny cat. But Quince had enough proof that the dragon wouldn't harm them, and their excitement was pushing them to go through with it. They mewled loudly so that the creature might hear them, and took a single step forward.
+
+The dragon understood immediately, and he closed his jaw before the cat moved any further. This made Quince slip and fall on their back, lying as their body was now pressed against the roof of that mouth. A powerful suction noise came as most of that saliva was swallowed down while they were held in place tightly, and once it all had gone down the esophagus, the pressure below from the tongue subsidized. It was now tilting into a ramp, but there was very little to see since the dragon kept his jaws shut, and there weren't any more light sources, so the cat imagined that he was simply lifting his head. They were very lubricated by now, so only gravity had to do its job and take them to the awaiting hole.
+
+They slid feet-first into the dark pipe ahead, feeling the unconscious ingestion muscles now pulling them. The squelching from mucus-covered flesh, and a rhythmic beat from the dragon's heart further in, made their way to the helpless feline's ears. The journey was mostly a gentle slide, with the dragon aligning its jaw with its throat, so as to not scare the cat with a drop into his insides. As they descended more and more through the esophagus, where the muscles dragged them inside at a faster pace, they felt powerless in a Manner that they could not ever imagine or describe. It was definitely overwhelming, but Quince, who couldn't stop purring, wouldn't want to be elsewhere – except, of course, deeper.
+
+And eventually they felt themself get pushed through a sphincter of flesh, falling into an empty chamber where the stretchy floor welcomingly cushioned them. Even though they couldn't see the walls or anything else, they stood up and moved their hands around to feel as much as they could, and it was definitely more roomy than the previous compartments. 'Even if Nikili would never offer himself for such a thing, these could definitely stretch for him to fit in here', Quince mused to themself. This place felt soft like his tongue, but enclosing them from all around and mostly dry, except for the fluids already on their fur. Quince concluded that they must have ended up inside of some sort of crop, while the saliva must have been swallowed to his stomach. They couldn't tell where his heart was, because its rhythmic beat seemed to come from every direction. It seemed that the only way out was through the entrance, the ring above them, and if there was still any doubt about where Quince had ended up, there came some jostling from one of the walls, followed by more pleased growling sounds that came from above.
+
+The dragon was tracing its clawed finger on the spot below his chest that had very slightly swelled to take in his passenger, trying to feel them. The response came in a weak pressure being applied back through layers of flesh, more than likely from Quince's paws kneading on the chamber's wall. He brought his head closer to see if he could hear anything, and sure enough, his growls were answered by a hardly distinguishable purring. It made the dragon so happy that he could fulfill his newly-made friend's desire like this, that he couldn't help but watch the bulge that they made in his crop while he fondled it with the utmost care.
+
+Quince was still amazed at the entire experience, feeling the dragon caressing him through several layers on one side, and the rest of his body holding him preciously on every other. It felt like the perfect moment in a dream, which they hoped not to wake from. The dragon was now the whole of their world and their attention, and they couldn't care about anything else. They sat down against the wall of the crop, slowly closing their eyes and drifting into an overdue nap, completely forgetting about their scheduled encounter with their partner...
+
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+
+Nikili had been sitting under these trees for quite a while now. There was no dial to keep track of time, but he was accustomed to the sun's movement, and it must have been well over an hour already since he and Quince had parted ways at this very spot. And yet, the agile cat's absence in the rendezvous was cause for concern. Still, in Nikili's mind, there was very little doubt that anything bad had happened to them. He had witnessed their escape from the hairiest of situations before, and more often than not, it was him who was bound to get in trouble and him who'd rely on Quince's expertise on scavenging to save him. If anything, there was some purpose for Quince's disappearance.
+
+Yes... that must have been it! It's possible that Quince had found a ruin containing a cache of artifacts, and they were awaiting Nikili so he could grab them with the bag he was carrying. That sounded like the most plausible justification to him. So all he had to do was retrace their steps eastward and find a ruin. Sounds easy enough, even if his expedition to the other side in this part of the marshes had been completely fruitless.
+
+He stood up and started walking that way, extremely careful not to step in any more water holes – he had done it three times today, and it was three too many. And when he got to the trees, he brought his unarmed hand to his lips and started calling Quince with whistling. This signal was, of course, louder and more inconspicuous than shouting names in open territory, even if he couldn't whistle as loudly as the cat who had taught him the technique. He felt so useless when he was on his own, and gods forbid if he tried to scavenge without Quince's instructions, what with how he had a keen way to attract trouble. People only thought that he was the leader of the two because he could speak, but that was just sheer luck of being born with vocal chords. At least, he thought, he made up with his courage, though Quince and others might consider him a hardheaded fellow sometimes.
+
+Right now, he had found solid ground under his sandals, and he would cover the distance faster than his partner would have with their shorter back legs. The brown mongoose clutched the wooden handle of his axe on his right hand as he shaded his light-brown face with the other, and it wasn't long until he happened on a dilapidated white building just up ahead. If Quince kept going this way, then they must've ended up here. He noticed that the only entrance to what looked like a small temple was a collapsed wall on the opposite side, and some deep, grumbly sound now echoed from the inside. It wasn't anything like Nikili had heard before; hopefully it wasn't the sound of the old structure giving out, he thought. Once more, he whistled as loudly as he could, expecting any response from Quince. Silence. Many thoughts raced through his mind, and there was no choice but to walk in.
+
+Still, the sharp high-pitched wave reached the sensitive ears of the half-asleep cat through the walls of the internal pouch. Quince ran his hands over their slightly wet fur as they woke up. They were still a bit groggy, so it took them some time to realize both that they were still inside of a massive dragon, and that Nikili was close by. It took them even more brainpower to process that an impromptu meeting of these two without some explanation might lead to confusion between their partner and their current host. Getting their bearings, it seemed that the latter was still awake and slowly massaging his own crop from outside with his massive finger. They hoped that the dragon could still hear their wordless speech and would let them out before any of them decided to do something rash – mostly Nikili, though.
+
+The dragon didn't pick up on Nikili's whistling – just as intended –, but he had noticed that his occupant was moving around a bit. He wasn't surprised, but was still thankful that they had been safe in there this whole time. He murred once more as a sort of acknowledgment, but bringing his head closer to his belly again, there were some sounds coming from the small person inside. They sounded like demanding meows, and he couldn't quite figure out what they were trying to say. As gently as he ever had been since he met the cat, he started fondling the crop's bulge faster, hoping the massage would calm them down. This small added movement stirred the chamber intensely, and Quince had lost their footing as they mewled more desperately now while pressing against the back wall of muscle to keep their balance, so this was probably not what the cat wanted, the dragon thought. He stopped moving his claw and brought his head a little closer, trying to pay attention to Quince, all the while failing to notice the mongoose now standing at the opposite edge of the hall.
+
+Nikili was awestruck. There was no way he could miss the massive creature that was lying on its side, around 8 or 9 times Nikili's height in length, and he didn't doubt the danger that it posed. He was standing across a dragon from the stories he'd heard as a child; one covered with handsome black to blue scales, which was currently facing away from him. It definitely wasn't asleep, since the tip of his tail wagged up and down, and he had his head craned above the ground facing his own body, making growling sounds like the one he had heard from the outside. But that dragon didn't seem to have noticed Nikili, giving him some time to formulate a plan.
+
+First off, he needed to know if Quince had even been here. Looking around, he did notice some silver vases near the wall and a statue lying near the middle of the room – the type of artifacts that they have been looking for, and in apparently pristine condition, too. He wondered how they had even endured, not getting crushed or knocked over by the beast if it had entered this ruin. He did notice, however, a familiar brown utility belt lying on the ground next to the animal's belly, directly under his huge maw. It was definitely the one he had bought for Quince, but it was no longer attached to anyone. His friend must have been here. He saw that the dragon was still looking away from his direction – at the selfsame belt, perhaps –, and Nikili sneaked on it as stealthily as he could.
+
+The large reptile was still tuned out, trying to understand what was afflicting the energetic cat right now. He hoped that he hadn't hurt or bothered them in some way or another, careful as though he had been all this time. Suddenly, he heard the sound of metal hitting the stone floor across the room, and he sharply turned his head towards the source. There, he saw Nikili crouching to the ground near the entrance, grabbing the weapon that he had clumsily let slip from his hand. The mongoose stared intently back at him, as he raised his axe and stood back up.
+
+To the dragon, he looked like another adventurer visiting the marshes, but he was taller and more scared than the cat who had stood in the same spot a while ago. Once again being deliberately slow in his movements, he noticed that he wore some vestment covering part of his shaky legs, and an axe held by his two hands partially covered his exposed midsection. He must have been sweating from the astonishment, but the dragon couldn't make it out from this far. Still, he felt no need to fear Nikili, and in an attempt to ease the small mammal's fright, he gave him the same greeting he had given to Quince with a soft growl. In response, he got some swallowed words from the mongoose, in a spoken language that the dragon could not understand.
+
+At the same time, he felt something lurch inside of him. Apparently, the cat had launched themself up and pressed their hand to the sphincter at the top of his crop, unsuccessfully getting it to open. Now it was clear to him that Quince had decided to end their stay, and the dragon wouldn't wish to keep them longer than they wanted to. Before either Quince or Nikili could react, the dragon abruptly jerked his neck forward, as the muscles in his crop and neck contracted to push the cat out of his internal pouch and back up his esophagus even more quickly than they had gone down. Normally he would have gone slower, but since they have been complaining for the past several minutes, he was worried that the visitor was in a hurry to be freed.
+
+Quince was being overwhelmed in an entirely different way. They got disoriented from all of the movement of flesh pressing them around, not helped by the fact that they still were hazy from having just woken up. Worse, their brain was now experiencing a sensory overload, as they still tried to focus their eyes on anything but were only met with darkness, feeling the quick soft touch of flesh at every point of their body, and hearing a bubbling up of air from below. Or was it above? They had no sense of gravity at this point, being tossed around so much in such a short span of time, that they might even having been turned upside-down at some point.
+
+This only lasted for a few seconds. Quince had finally arrived back inside of the dragon's maw, landing on that familiar tongue, that once again dripped with saliva as it had awaited the cat's eventual release from the crop. The winged drake pointed his massive snout down, and held out his tongue as he released the cat onto the floor in a puddle with copious amounts of spit that now covered every inch of their body again.
+
+Nikili had just watched the whole thing in front of him, not much happening on the outside until the final moment, when a yellow mass in the middle of transparent fluid suddenly appeared lying under the dragon's mouth. There was no mistaking that hue, and clumsily dropping his axe to the floor once again, he ran towards it, grabbing the giant hairball that was Quince into his arms, unconcerned about getting wet for the fourth time today. He clutched the cat and quickly wiped the saliva off of their face as he repeatedly called the cat's name with comforting whispers. Quince, sprawled on Nikili's arms next to his chest, completely dizzy from their sudden trip to make much sense of anything, just gave a soft meow as reassurance.
+
+"I'll take you home", Nikili said in a choked voice, as his mind could only think of getting Quince to safety. He ran back to where he had dropped his axe, picked it up, and sped out from the building back to the route he came from. His mind had completely ignored the dragon as he raced back to the village, with fears that his companion looked hurt and needed help. And he blamed himself for it. Leaving Quince alone had been a mistake.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+The dragon was dumbfounded from the mongoose's reaction, having only moved his head back up after he let Quince go and simply watching the rest unfold. He didn't want to pursue them, but he just hoped that he didn't upset the cat or the other one, who he assumed was their friend. Still, even if it ended in such a dramatic fashion, he felt glad that he got to help the little cat's desires. They might never come back here, if the fright of the taller one was any indication. In fact, as he stared in the drying puddle of saliva he had made, he but wondered if this would be the last time he would see any other of these non-feral visitors of the marshes that piqued his curiosity.
+
+He laid his head down, ready to call it a day, when the underside of his chin brushed on some leathery object instead of stone brick floor. The dragon looked down, and found the belt that Quince was wearing when they entered his abode and later took off. It was still dry and intact, and he sniffed at it. It definitely smelled like the cat, as well as that sharp, minty aroma that he had tasted on the cat's fur earlier. Could this be something that was important to the cat? If so, he grabbed it with his claws, and vowed to keep it safe, in case the visitor ever returned to reclaim it. And if not... well, it could be a reminder of this day. Either way, there was some hope that he would do this again somehow. Only time would tell.

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+title: "The Lost of the Marshes – Chapter 10: Memory"
+shortTitle: "Chapter 10 – Memory"
+pubDate: 2023-05-27
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 14600
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: macro with non-fatal oral vore, anal vore, cock vore, and slit vore. Also includes sexual situations, slight blood, and heavy themes.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/tlotm_ch10.png
+description: |
+  Extreme circumstances lead the trio far away from Logas, where a life and the truth are both at stake.
+
+  It has been almost one year since I've posted the first chapter of this story. And this has been, by far, the longest and most challenging one to write. In fact, it's been almost four months between the ninth chapter and this one! I've ended up rewriting this chapter multiple times until I was satisfied, which is the main reason why it took so long, and I'm proud to finally present this. And even after about 100k words that I've written for the entire story, there's still more to be told! Hopefully, the next chapter won't take as long to put out, so stay tuned!
+tags: ['oral vore', 'anal vore', 'cock vore', 'slit vore', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'female prey', 'non-binary prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'macro predator', 'gay sex']
+series: {'The Lost of the Marshes': '/stories/the-lost-of-the-marshes'}
+prev: the-lost-of-the-marshes/chapter-9
+next: the-lost-of-the-marshes/chapter-11
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+  Nikili and Suu reach the mountainous settlement of Saisa, struggling to find a healer in the commotion following their arrival. Thankfully, a cat named Ranir can speak their language, and she provides Quince with the emergency treatment they need. While they wait, Suugal undertakes a ritual known as Communion with the village priests, which helps him to better control his ability to read hearts – at the cost of having a cat get stuck in one of his testicles, after the ritual involved several of them climbing into his body through many holes. At the same time, Ranir tells Nikili the story of their people, the sualu; their language, Emegal; and their previous home in the Two Rivers, Lagazi. She also reveals that Quince was one of her students, training to be a priest – or abgal – like her, only to flee years ago. When Quince finally awakens, Nikili talks with them, apologizing for the danger they've gone through, as well as expressing just how important they are to him – and that he doesn't want Quince to leave him and Suu. Meanwhile, Nurta travels to Kaati in order to rescue the apprehended Ruunk, only to fall into General Baau's trap. The alligator reveals himself not only to be another dragon, but Nurta's brother – and Baau gloats as he holds all the cards for his master plan.
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+
+... Investigating these myths has led me to Lagazi, a village on the west bank of the Second River just north of the Hamora Marshes. The population mostly consists of the self-denominated 'sualu', who supposedly occupied a bigger territory towards the south long ago, when Zugul was not covered in vegetation. [...] Despite my interrogations on their religious practices, they continue to deny the existence of any living specimens. It makes sense for them not to trust an outsider like myself, though I am thankful for their hospitality. However, my avenues of interrogation are running short [...] ...
+
+... Descriptions of Zuit – also called the Zuitan Horde –, oft depicted as a looming eastern threat to Kaati, were heavily muddled, and sometimes contradictory. It was said that it was composed of men made of rocks, or of fallen gods banished from Kaati, or even that it was ruled by a bloodthirsty king, with an undead army at his beck and call. [...] Our first-hand knowledge proves that these claims were all lies, amplified within Kaati with a clear purpose [...] ...
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+
+« Are you sure it's here...? » Nikili panted, walking uphill. The mongoose still had dragon slobber on his brown fur.
+
+"Yes." Suu followed him on foot. If this place, Saisa – Quince's home, according to his gasham'sag –, really was inhabited, he would have to stay in his kobold form to call the least amount of attention among people. They'd had been trekking towards the town for a while now. Suu would've landed closer to their destination if Nikili wasn't so concerned about his draconic identity being revealed, after the recent scare with Ludama. Plus, this was Zuitan territory – a country composed of a terrifying horde, who'd seek to destroy Kaati and its ways by all means. Their natural enemy. They had even less reason to trust them than they did Kaati, but they had no other choice.
+
+"Let me carry them." Suu offered.
+
+He referred to the yellow cat in the mongoose's arms. But instead of words, he could hear the scavenger's heart screaming back...
+
+« I'm so sorry, Quince... It was all my fault. I won't let you go! »
+
+Nikili kept an eye on his injured partner the whole time. Unlike the saliva on his body, his tears had already dried, but seeing Quince being unconscious, enduring the pain from their stab wound, made his chest feel heavier than his limbs. Despite the blue scar from the poisonous wound, they were still clinging onto life. It gave Nikili hope that they could still be saved – but with their face drained of color, Quince would need an antidote and medical attention, not prayers.
+
+His legs felt tired, not from exhaustion but anxiety. Still, he managed to make his way up the hill, arriving at the edge of a village. The houses were big but few, made from large white blocks of stone. They looked well-kept and oddly familiar, but there wasn't a single soul in sight on the roads. Could it be that they were all gone...?
+
+The mongoose turned to the blue kobold by his side. "Suu, I have a bad feeling about this. I'm not sure if this is the place–"
+
+"Ugh..." Suu was holding his head, as if in pain. "S-So many of them...like in Kuir... But..."
+
+"Big guy! Are you okay?" He approached his boyfriend.
+
+"...Another...dragon–?"
+
+Then, a sharp cry coming from the village interrupted them.
+
+"ušumgal?"
+
+Nikili turned his head to thesource, spotting a person standing alone. A cat, to be precise. Not unlike Quince, except that their fur was black-and-white, and...they could seemingly speak.
+
+"Hello?" He shouted back at the figure, who scampered into one of the houses in response. But another figure reemerged from that same building, this time sporting orange fur. More curious than the last, it got even closer. Though their eyes were turned towards Suu.
+
+"ušumlu sá dug!" The second cat announced.
+
+In the blink of an eye, more silhouettes emerged under the afternoon sunlight. All of them shared Quince's feline appearance, capable of walking on their hind legs, although some sprinted on all fours to approach the new arrivals. Some would simply make the usual cat noises that Nikili had grown accustomed to, while others would speak in an unknown language. Before realizing it, a good two dozens had appeared from the nearby buildings and warily approached the trio, with even more still arriving. A whole village of cat-people...!
+
+"ušumlu igi bar-ab-ze-ne!"
+
+"abgal sualu...!"
+
+"ušumgal sá dug!"
+
+"What? W-What...?" Nikili asked one of them. "I can't speak–"
+
+What language was this, even? He looked over at Suu, hoping that his boyfriend could at least translate their hearts. But the sheer quantity of cat-people seemed to overwhelm his gasham'sag – a repetition of what had happened in the big city of Kuir. The kobold was struggling to keep his focus from hearing so many hearts at once.
+
+Truth be told, as he saw so many of these cat-people at once, Nikili realized just how rare they were. He'd grown accustomed to Quince's company, of course, but he'd rarely see another person like them in Kaati, even in the city. And there were so many of them here, speaking in a completely unknown language...! No matter, there was no time to waste. He tried to speak slowly but desperately to a nearby cat, extending his two arms towards the tortoiseshell. "L-Look, my friend is like you. They are hurt, and they need help!"
+
+"ušumlu-e sualu ninka bi-mu-n-desa."
+
+He didn't understand her answer...except for one word. "N-Ninka..." Nikili repeated. He'd learned that word from someone, which meant 'mongoose' in an ancient language, or something... A cream-hued cat looked at him weirdly after he repeated it, bringing his paw to touch Quince's pale skin.
+
+"garradu šul Kaati-a-ne-ne-a...?"
+
+This was quickly going nowhere, and Nikili was even more desperate. "P-Please, you gotta help Quince! Don't you have a doctor...? An apothecary...? Anyone?!"
+
+"Ranir-abgal! Ranir-abgal!" There was some chanting from some people further away, as they seemed to excitedly follow a particular gray tabby walking through the crowd.
+
+"T-There...!" Suu raised his finger towards that very same cat. "Another dragon...!"
+
+Nikili was struggling to take it all in. This must have been a bad dream. All that he could focus on was on finding someone to care for their dying friend. Instead, he was confronted by all of these weird Quince-like felines, and even a supposed dragon among them!
+
+"Isn't there anyone who can speak Kaatian...?" He shouted.
+
+"I do." The answer came from the tabby which Suu had been pointing at, and all talk from the other small cat-people immediately turned into silent whispers. "In fact, you will find no-one else who speaks your language, Kaatian." Her hoarse tone, marked by an accent, made it sound more like a threat than a statement.
+
+"I-Ikky... she has gasham." Suu explained, still clearly stunned by the deluge of hearts surrounding him.
+
+The tabby cat, half as tall as the two men, wearing a sleeveless black dress, scoffed at hearing those words. "When you finally decide to invade us, you bring an ušumgal who can't even control his gašam-sag. Let alone tell gašam apart from ahašgal. Is this a joke?"
+
+"W-What? Invade...?"
+
+The brown mongoose was confused, and Suu tried his best to translate her feelings into words. "She thinks that you and me, we were sended here by Kaati...that we hurted Quince, and then we'll hurt their village next."
+
+"N-No... No, ma'am! You got it all wrong. We were -fleeing- from a Kaatian commander. He stabbed Quince with his lance, which had fool's saffron on the tip. You gotta help them!"
+
+She approached Quince, taking a better look at their yellow fur with large brown blotches. By the admiring gaze of all of the other cats, she must have been an authority in this place. Her eyes gaped in surprise. "T-This sualu..." The tabby looked up at Nikili. "Fool's saffron, a Kaatian name. I don't know it. Was it a poison from a blue flower?"
+
+"Y-Yeah, I think so..." He looked to his side, and the transformed dragon nodded.
+
+"That's why their ahašgal is destroyed. That poison does not kill you or me, it kills dragons like him." She pointed an accusatory finger at Suu. "This poison was for you, wasn't it? Why did you let harm come to them, ušumgal?!"
+
+The blue kobold was caught by surprise. "I–"
+
+But the scavenger stepped in to his defense. "No, it was my fault! The commander was trying to get to me. And Quince jumped on him and– but I should– it should have been me who–"
+
+"Quiet. I do not trust your words, Kaatian. Especially in the company of a corrupted dragon. But the sualu in your arms must not die." She gave Quince another look, before turning towards the crowd and addressing them with a long speech in their language.
+
+The mongoose could only stare at their injured friend. It pained him most that he was helpless to do anything. Was bringing Quince to this place – a place that they've tried so hard to hide from Nikili – the right choice? Who was this woman, and was she actually another dragon or not? But most importantly, what was she planning...?
+
+"Suu... S-Sorry, I know you aren't feeling well, but...can you tell what she's saying? Like, translate from her heart?"
+
+His boyfriend seemed distraught from a migraine. "H-Huh...? Oh. Sorry. Ummmm... S-She says we are their prisoners, that no-one but her should approach the Kaatian mongoose in case you do something stupid, and that they should... uh... gather the priests for communion with me."
+
+"...What did you say? Communion with you–?"
+
+"g̃en-ze-ne." The gray tabby announced to disperse the crowd, and immediately turned back to them. "You two. ušumlu, ninka Kaati-ka-a. Follow me."
+
+"W-Where are we going?"
+
+"To the infirmary. The sualu needs their wounds treated immediately."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+It was hard for the scavenger to remove his hands from Quince, even at the insistence of the infirmary's staff. They were all cats, too. He saw them remove the leather belt, wrapped as a tourniquet around his lying friend's arm, before they started treating their wound with wet drapes and some herbal medicine, not unlike the lotion that Quince would prepare back home in Logas and carry in a tiny jar. One of them would whisper something to the tabby cat, who looked back at the two men.
+
+"Out, let them work alone." She told them.
+
+Nikili interjected. "But my friend–"
+
+"–will need rest and undivided attention as they receive our care. Our doctor assures me that they will recover soon, so rest easy, Kaatian. If you really are their friend, then you will want to let them treat the sualu in peace."
+
+He couldn't argue with her, so after one last glance at his pale friend, he turned back and followed after her, passing through the curtains of the room's entryway. "Sualu...? Is that what your kind calls itself?"
+
+The authoritative feline simply trudged on to leave the infirmary, likely pretending not to hear him.
+
+"Why am I your prisoner?" Nikili continued his questions, regardless. "Is it because I'm Kaatian...?"
+
+Maybe she had history with Kaati, given that she knew the language. So he could see why she, a Zuitan, would be distrustful. Especially when he arrived with someone like Quince bleeding out in his arms. But the tabby yet ignored him, simply speaking in that ancient language to some other 'sualu'. A group of them had taken interest in his boyfriend standing watch outside of the building. Some replied in that same language, while others simply moved their arms around in very deliberate gestures. All of them looked at the black-dressed tabby, who seemed older than the others, with admiration.
+
+The mongoose turned to his scaled boyfriend. "Big guy, can't you see what she's planning? Like, peek into her heart or something?"
+
+"S-Sorry... Still too many people around." Suu stared at the cat-people surrounding him, looking him up with intrigue and glee. They seemed way more cheerful compared to the bitter tabby. "And her gasham makes it a bit harder."
+
+"R-Right, earlier you mentioned that she had one... Do you actually think she's another dragon?"
+
+"I don't know. My gasham can sense her, and I can feel her reach to sense mine, but it feels weird. Faint. Almost...tingly. Very different from dragon's gasham."
+
+The tabby finally acknowledged them again, if only to unceremoniously shoot down that misconception. "It's not gašam, dragon. At least, not like yours. But it still has it uses. It has tricked you into thinking I'm one of you. It lets me detect any ušumgal before they arrive. And it can tell me that your gašam-sag struggles, with just a handful of sualu surrounding you." She approached the tall naked kobold, impolitely poking his leg. "So for your own benefit, I suggest that you attend šitazi. It will help you concentrate your gašam, and align yourself to ahašgal."
+
+"šitazi...communion..." Suu translated, and she nodded in acceptance. The mongoose always was surprised by how much he could understand simply through the universal language of feelings. "I-I see... But Nikili can't come?"
+
+"The Kaatian? No, but you will be reunited with him later. He will be fine...as long as he doesn't act out. Nobody will mess with him, but I'll keep him very close; there are things I need to ask him."
+
+The mongoose crossed his arms. This cat clearly had the upper hand: Quince's life was in her lackeys' hands, and she clearly knew what gasham'sag was, so she could be speaking to Suu only through her heart and leaving Nikili out of the conversation. She must have been speaking in Kaatian for his benefit. Although she could very well be concealing something from him, precisely by manipulating her emotions towards the transformed dragon by his side.
+
+Suu thought about it for a while, and turned to the scavenger. "Well...o-okay. Ikky, promise that you won't act out?"
+
+Nikili gasped in surprise. "Wh-WHAT?! Suu, you can't seriously be agreeing to what she said...! W-We gotta stick together! For Quince, right? Besides, we don't know what this communion ritual stuff is–"
+
+"I do. She telled me with gasham'sag."
+
+"...And?"
+
+"I think I should do it. Her gasham'sag says it's a good thing for me."
+
+"S-Suu!" He slid his paws over his face, not believing what he'd heard. "You can't just always trust everyone's hearts... Be reasonable! What if– I-I don't know, what if she has bad intentions? Or if she's lying?!"
+
+His boyfriend simply shook his head.
+
+"Seriously, you trust that mind-reading power too much! You can't just use it for everything, you know... Then, tell me this. What would Quince think?"
+
+"Umm... Quince would think that Nikili worries and rambles too much about things that don't really matter, and that you're often wrong."
+
+"Ugh...!" His boyfriend not only trusted others too much, he also had very little filter; so it stung extra hard to know that this was actually what Quince thought. Although maybe he deserved the back talk, after misappropriating his bedridden friend's name like that. "...A-Are you really sure about this, big guy? What if something happens?"
+
+The tabby interjected. "Nothing will happen. You and your dragon friend have my word." She commanded something in her language, and some of the sualu surrounding them started to move out as a group, with one grabbing onto Suu's hand to guide him. "You have fun with šitazi, ušumgal. Our priests are more than capable at handling your needs."
+
+Suu smiled despite his migraine. "O-Okay...! See you, Ikky!" He shouted back without waving, before turning his smiling face forward.
+
+Nikili was so shocked that he couldn't even bid him farewell properly. "B-Big guy..."
+
+The commotion that had left along with Suu was immediately followed by a silence between the remaining two, and the scavenger could only fiddle his thumbs, not wanting to speak out before the tabby cat with gasham. Despite all of his worries, there was an odd sense of relief. It was the first time in a while that he wasn't forced into action, with nothing to do but wait. He watched a few of the cat villagers resuming their lives, quietly walking around the large white stone paths, greeting Nikili's sole company as 'Ranir-abgal' as they passed her. It'd been so long since the unlikely trio had been separated. With Suu off to who-knows-where to perform an ominously-named ritual, and Quince clinging to their life while being treated in the building right beside them. Now it was just him and this menacing lady, far away from the safety of their humble home in Logas. But even that wasn't true anymore.
+
+She finally took the initiative with an unnerving statement. "I can tell what you're thinking from your face. Now that you're separated from the ušumgal, you're worried that you're unprotected, and that an old lady like me can kill you."
+
+"N-N-No, I'm not!" But he was definitely thinking about it now.
+
+"Hm. Well, you are unarmed, so you pose as little of a threat as I do. There is no need for hostilities. The sualu of Saisa won't do you senseless harm; we're better than the brutes of Kaati."
+
+Nikili was unsure what this little outburst was about. Was it an attempt at breaking the ice? He thought about interjecting on behalf of 'not all Kaatians', but considering why they even had to flee here from Zugul, he held his tongue. But the 'unarmed' part did catch him off guard. He used to carry a bronze war axe with him, until that day in Kuir, when he'd misplaced it in the confusion. Wherever did it end up...?
+
+"...I'm sure you have many questions. But they'll all remain unanswered if you stay mute like that." She continued.
+
+"S-Sorry..." He didn't even know why he's apologizing... "I mean, i-is this really Zuit? It's nothing like I heard. Um, am– am I actually your prisoner now...?"
+
+"Hm. You are right to be nervous, Kaatian. And don't get me wrong. I know that your country poisoned so many minds with exaggerations about your enemies' nature, and promises of glory by sheer gore and violence. And to distrust everyone that doesn't believe in your fake God-Emperor. And I see regret in your eyes, from whatever you've done in the past. You are a victim of Kaati, but I don't trust that you are not innocent. That's why I told the village to distrust you, as well. One misstep and we'll no longer extend you our welcome."
+
+He sighed. Out of all veiled threats that Nikili had received, this was far from the worst. "T-That's alright... I don't think I trust myself in your place, as well. I don't care what happens to me...I just don't wanna lose Quince. And it was my fault that I didn't act, and they jumped on Ludama instead of me. If you need to lock me up, or what have you, I'm not gonna fight back."
+
+"Lock you up?" The tabby scoffed. "nungarra ninka... You Kaatians have a weird sense of justice. Always going about violence, even when it puts you and others in danger. Putting you in a cell would do no good to anyone."
+
+"Well, it's not really violence if you just put me in a cell peacefully–"
+
+"There's nothing more violent than taking away your freedom, aside perhaps from taking your life. Maybe you don't think it's violent because it's the norm to treat prisoners as such in Kaati. Regardless, what we want not only is it amicable, it will be good for your friend too."
+
+The scavenger could tell that she wasn't referring to Quince. "You're talking about Suu..."
+
+"You're not as inattentive as I thought, Kaatian." She grinned.
+
+"You aren't going to hurt him, right? With this communion or whatever...?"
+
+She shrugged. "All that I said was true. I don't trust this 'Suu' dragon as much as I don't trust you, seeing how he's been tainted and turned into a Kaatian. But our duty as sualu demands that we perform šitazi, nonetheless. Plus, the ušumgal can't handle his gašam too well. The šitazi will help him and our abgal to realign to ahašgal. But they'll need time and space for the ritual, and then you can meet him again; you have my word."
+
+"Sorry, you lost me there. You just said a lot of stuff and half of it was in your language."
+
+"First of all, our language has a name; Emegal. Don't go forgetting it, Kaatian, as it is very important for all of us sualu."
+
+Nikili was too stressed out to keep measuring his words, and he blurted out. "...F-For someone who doesn't trust me for being from Kaati, you sure have told me a lot. Aren't you afraid that I'm a spy or something?"
+
+"Hahaha! So you do have a sense of humor, Kaatian! I was starting to believe otherwise." She cleared her throat. "Hm. I don't even need to explain how no spy from Kaati would come here speaking your own language, much less carrying a bleeding sualu. Only a truly desperate fool would."
+
+"Well, we had no other choice. Suu told me that this was their home, and they had doctors who could help–"
+
+"The dragon told you...? Not the injured sualu?" The small feline woman raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "...And you still claim that they are your friend."
+
+Nikili waved his arms. "O-Oh, there's just a lot that Quince didn't tell us about their past. I just thought that they preferred if I didn't ask them too many questions, w-what with how they are so secretive and all... I know how suspicious I sound, b-but it's the honest truth!"
+
+"...You have many suspicions floating around you, Kaatian. But this time, I truly believe your words. Considering who they are, I wouldn't be surprised if they hid such basic facts from you."
+
+"You actually KNOW Quince, don't you...?" He'd had a hunch, but it was all but confirmed by her last words. "You recognized them when we first arrived. Were you two close?"
+
+She turned away, before taking a few steps towards the mountains. "Follow me."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Suu stumbled on his kobold feet because of his overwhelmed gasham'sag. But he still managed to maintain balance and avoid falling, even if he'd only ever been in this bipedal form for about two weeks. He was thankful for the quickly acquired muscle memory. And, at the very least, the hearts constantly whispering inside of his head were having happy thoughts, making it easier to bear the overlapping voices.
+
+He walked through the white stone paths of Saisa, guided by a white-furred sualu by the hand. It was a familiar sensation, but this time it wasn't his dear friend leading him. He couldn't stop thinking about Quince... But he trusted Ranir's words, spoken from both her mouth and her heart, that they would swiftly recover.
+
+The surrounding crowd led him to one of the larger buildings in the village. From outside, they all looked the same, made of large white limestone bricks, but with different dimensions. Some buildings did appear much newer than others, with this large auditorium being such an example. But from what the kobold could pierce together from fragmented thoughts, this building was a temple. A place of worship to the gods, and also the site for šitazi. Though it seemed that it would be the first time that communion would ever be performed within this oddly familiar hall.
+
+The monotone cat guiding him by the hand took him to a specific spot, and thoughts became clear as the troupe of nine felines dispersed to prepare for their duties. They were all abgal – priests trained into the ancient customs of the sualu, and Ranir was their elder. And they were all excited, having studied most of their lives in preparation for a moment like this. Suugal would finally make it a reality.
+
+The white cat in front of the kobold began explaining everything in Emegal. They would perform Communion. It was a ritual between a dragon and a mortal, or potentially more than one mortal. But they'd have to be at least two sentient creatures of different origins, each with a different connection to ahašgal.
+
+The Great Channel, or ahašgal, was the connection between all living beings, which the sualu had unearthed ages ago, thanks to the Gods' guidance. Not much knowledge about it had survived the passage of time, but what had been passed down generation after generation was a way to manipulate and artificially strengthen the bond between these two beings and the earth.
+
+A dragon's connection was much more powerful than a mortal's, allowing them to undergo extreme transformations into a completely different form – such as a kobold – by manipulating their surroundings, or allowing them to interact with other creatures and the ambient on an enhanced degree – such as through gašam. Mortals, on the other hand, had a much weaker connection, and in turn, their life forces didn't rely almost exclusively on the Great Channel.
+
+By performing Communion, she claimed, mortals such as the sualu could tap into their own connections to ahašgal, and even develop an artificial and weaker gašam of their own with enough practice. And dragons would feel more grounded in their own abilities, supposedly having better mastery over their gašam, preventing it from overwhelming their consciousness. For that, she offered to be his guide, and the other abgal would assist in fulfilling his desires. The white cat asked if he had understood her.
+
+"Yes." Suugal said.
+
+She raised an eyebrow, not understanding Kaatian. Realizing this, he nodded instead, and she followed up by asking him if he would be okay with performing communion today. He nodded again. A wide smile appeared in her face, and she asked him to kneel down. He could feel her nervousness as she followed a scripture she'd memorized over many years, even if she appeared confident externally. The blue kobold, however, was perfectly serene, curious to decipher exactly what was making her antsy.
+
+As he moved down to meet her eye level – as her thoughts instructed –, she grabbed his chin with both paws, looking into his eyes before closing hers, and starting a mantra.
+
+"g̃eštug g̃ar-ab-en..." « Focus on me... » "g̃eštug g̃ar gù-ab-en..." « Focus on my voice... »
+
+It was hard to focus solely on her voice, with her heart trembling of excitement, but he also closed his eyes and tried. He could feel his breaths coming in and out of his nostrils while her voice repeated the same words, the only sound echoing in that large hall of white bricks. Memories and worries regarding Quince and Nikili flooded his mind, but he felt that this was more important right now, so he pushed those thoughts away. He needed to focus...focus...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Wearing her black dress, the gray tabby followed the foot trail up the mountain, accidentally kicking a pebble. It rolled down and nearly hit Nikili's exposed ankle under his green skirt. But the mongoose, who had been following her on that uphill path, was more focused on maintaining his breath than on dodging any debris tumbling his way. The air itself felt rarefied in this place, making this exertion even more tiring for the scavenger.
+
+"You know nothing of us sualu, do you?" She spoke, minding the gravelly slope. "If your friend hasn't told you of Saisa, then they must have not told you that we exist, let alone of our duty."
+
+Nikili didn't answer, simply panting and sweating as he struggled to keep up. Suu's saliva on his fur and clothes had fully dried already.
+
+The cat scoffed. "Are you really this tired from climbing a little hill, Kaatian? Even an old lady like me doesn't break a sweat. You are too young to act this old!"
+
+"Huff... I-I'm used to walking a lot – hff... –, b-but not up a mountain like this..." Was this some kind of torture that she would enact on her prisoners?
+
+"Hm. I suppose the Two Rivers are all plains. It's very different all the way there on the west than here, in the Szogors Mountains. Have you ever been outside of Kaati?"
+
+"N-Not really... I–" He stopped to look back the way they just came. "Wow... I've never seen anything like this!"
+
+He couldn't help but let out an awed sigh, admiring the town downhill. The people looked tiny – more than usual, given their stature. Almost all of them sualu, but there were a rare few as tall as himself, even if he couldn't make out their species from up here. The rocky terrain looked like frozen tsunamis of limestone defying the natural laws; as did its sparse steppe vegetation, growing on infertile sand and cobblestone. The afternoon sun wasn't as warm as in the plains, but it painted large shadows across the opposite side of the mountain range, in a way that Nikili had never seen before. Out of all of the sights in his life, this had to be one of the most beautiful.
+
+"...Is this what the big guy sees every time he flies around...?" He whispered to himself.
+
+"It really is pretty, isn't it?" The tabby sighed as well. "The land doesn't provide us with as much as it did near the marshes, but never in all of my years have I grown tired of the sights."
+
+She used to live near the marshes, he thought, which was a long way from here. He looked directly at her.
+
+"How old are you...i-if you don't mind me asking? Um, actually, you don't need to answer it, ma'am. Uhh...d-did I ever catch your name?"
+
+"I am Ranir, abgal of the sualu. I am sixty-four years old."
+
+The tabby smiled, but Nikili's face went pale. "S-S-Sixty-four?! You have to be lying! No-one can ever live that long...let alone be as old as you AND climb a hill better than me! ...Are you sure you're not actually a dragon?"
+
+"Hahahaha! I'm sure that I'm not, Kaatian, but I appreciate the compliment. Time has simply been kind to my body, thank the Gods. And I'm certain they'll want me to live one more threescore, or perhaps two, if it fits Their design!"
+
+The mongoose was happy that they seemed to be getting along. She still didn't seem interested in calling him something other than 'Kaatian', but it was a start.
+
+"I wonder why Quince didn't tell me about this place. If I'd known that they were born in such a beautiful village, or that there were more 'sualu' like them, we could have visited it together–"
+
+"Your friend, the sualu you call 'Quince'. I'm sure you are aware that they weren't born here. Or haven't they really told you anything...? Not even their name?"
+
+Nikili just shook his head. He'd given them that name ever since they'd met, and Quince hadn't shared anything from their past since their chance reunion. Ranir seemed pensive at his response.
+
+"Hm... Then I fear that they must have wanted to completely leave this life behind. But...I still don't understand why they would run away..."
+
+"Run away...?"
+
+"I believe it was about...six, no, seven years ago. That's when you found them? In Kaati, I assume."
+
+"Um, y-yeah...."
+
+The scavenger decided to hide the fact that he was still a warrior under their army when he found them...but he clearly remembered their first encounter five years ago, when he rescued them after his squadron was dispatched to Sinipin. But that village also was so far away from here! Past the mountains, then the eastern plains, and across the Quuwa Marshes, not to mention that it was on the opposite side of the Second River. Did they walk all of that alone...? Plus, 'seven years ago' put a two year difference between her account and their first meeting. What did they do during that period...? Maybe Suu could answer.
+
+"Hm." Ranir had something else in her mind. "Perhaps, they wanted to find their home there. Lagazi. The second village of the sualu."
+
+"Lagazi? Where is that?"
+
+"Nowhere, now. It used to be the home of the sualu for generations, before the Kaatians conquered it and razed it."
+
+"Oh." Just like Sinipin, then. "T-That started about nine years ago, d-didn't it?"
+
+"No, I don't speak of the despot and false god Elki, no matter how fiercely he spreads violence – if the reports that reach us are half-true. I speak of his even more bloodthirsty father, the usurper Ranagas. The great tragedy that befell us sualu happened under his rule, twenty-two years ago. Just one year before that tyrant's death."
+
+"Ranagas..." The old king of Kaati. Nikili remembered being two years old when his death was announced. "He was a black bull too. That's all I know about the guy. So this other village, Lagazi, that's where Quince was born?"
+
+"Yes. As was I, and our ancestors." The tabby stopped walking when she reached the flat ground of a vacated quarry on the mountain. "Your friend was one of the many children orphaned as the few of us escaped eastward after Kaati's destruction. If I'm not mistaken, they are exactly forty years younger than me, so they must have been two years old when it happened. Though I only really met them years later, after we had settled here in Saisa, when they started to train to be a priest like me–" Ranir glanced at the tall man, who'd stopped behind her and gone suspiciously quiet. "Hm? Is something wrong, Kaatian?"
+
+"H-Huh...? Ohh, n-n-no, it's nothing..."
+
+"It isn't nothing. Your face has turned white like the stones in this quarry. Just spill it."
+
+He turned his head away. "It's just...if you're sixty-four years old...t-then Quince is twenty-four..."
+
+"Yes, like I said. Exactly forty years less than me."
+
+"But then...t-then, they're...older than me?!" He blurted out his conclusion, and an awkward silence followed.
+
+"...I don't see what is the problem. They can't be that much older than you."
+
+"N-No, they aren't. I'm twenty-three, but that's not– b-but I thought–"
+
+Nikili shook his head, and Ranir couldn't really understand what triggered that odd outburst. "I don't think it's strange that your friend is about as young as you, even if you have little else in common."
+
+"NO, I'm–!" He waved his arms in front of his body. "L-Look, just forget it. Umm, anyway, y-you were saying..."
+
+"Were you hoping that you were the older one...?"
+
+The mongoose changed subjects as hastily as his cheeks turned red. "Y-You were talking about Lagazi, right? How the sualu lived there for centuries before it was destroyed, and that...Quince was training to become a priest...?"
+
+"Hmph. Your friend never completed their training to become an abgal like me. They always were introspective, never bonding with other kids their age, all alone and aloof. I had to give them private lessons...and the subjects they were interested in were...different." She sat down, overlooking the village. There was a hint of judgement in her words.
+
+"How so?"
+
+"The vegetation of the marshes was one such subject, for example. We had no use for some of these tablets that we brought with us, but we still tried to salvage all the knowledge that we could, mind. But the biggest red flag was their interest in the Kaatian language, both written and spoken." Ranir spoke as if the scrutiny was directed at herself, not at Quince. "I could teach it, of course. I'd learned it back when Kaati was only a city and not a country, and it wasn't under the murderous bull's rule. Back when cooperation between our villages wasn't a bronze-fisted compromise to prevent an invasion. Against my better judgement, I taught them what they asked of me in secret, hoping that they could flourish like the other priests in training, but in their own Manner. That, somehow, it would help them find their place in the world, and finally attain some happiness."
+
+Nikili joined her by sitting on the ground. "But instead, they ran away...didn't they."
+
+The tabby bore a somber expression. "Our exodus has been hard on all of the sualu, even those lucky enough to survive with their families. I was Lagazi's last abgal, the only one to survive the massacre, and therefore, I was responsible for everything on our way towards our refuge. It is not an easy job, guiding the hopeless when your own heart screams out in grief."
+
+"I-I can't even imagine..."
+
+"But what I had to endure doesn't compare to those who lost every parent, every sibling, every friend, every child. They lost everything, and often with that, the will to live. We tried our best, but so many were suddenly gone despite our efforts. Some, by their own hands... When your friend disappeared, I thought that they turned out to be just another sualu whom we'd failed, and I wouldn't believe that they still lived if I hadn't seen them with my own eyes."
+
+The scavenger picked a round pebble from the ground. "You know, you never did say Quince's name. Their...l-late parents must've chosen one."
+
+"They have a birth name, yes." Ranir nodded. "But from what you told me, it's clear that they have chosen to forsake their sualu life and choose a new identity. And this Kaatian name you use, Quince...it is a yellow fruit, isn't it?" She traced her finger on the dusty ground, trying to sketch the distinct shape of the pome. "We call it šennur in Emegal – a fruit that doesn't grow on the mountains, that seems hard and unapproachable at first. But when you give it enough time, it becomes overripen. The careless would deem it rotten, but in truth, only then it finally softens and reveals its sweetness. It is a poetic name, Kaatian; befitting the trust they must have placed in you, if they stayed by your side for all of these years."
+
+"O-Oh," he scratched his head, embarrassed, "I didn't think THAT deep into it when I chose that name... It was the first thing I thought of when I saw their yellow fur, really. I didn't think much of it, it was just the first thing that came to mind."
+
+The cat looked over at him. "But they still accepted the name you gave them."
+
+"Well...y-yeah?"
+
+"Then perhaps it had more meaning to them than you think. Maybe the Gods gave you divine inspiration at the right moment. And the meaning of Their gesture still has to be figured out." There was a glint in her eyes as she spoke of her deities. "Nevertheless, it really is a lovely name, šennur."
+
+"T-Thanks..." He couldn't help but puff his chest a bit at the elder's compliment.
+
+"Hm. Listen. I can understand why they would reject who they used to be, and the roles that others tried to force onto them. Something that I myself, regretfully, have done with good intentions. A lesson I realized when I thought all was too late."
+
+The mongoose put down the pebble. "I'm sure you tried your best, what with having to take care of the whole village, and guide them on such a long journey while they were scared. There are certainly so many others who only survived because you stuck around, put on a brave face, and helped everyone. I can't speak for Quince, so I don't know if they really resent you or something...but there's still time to apologize to them, if you want."
+
+Ranir chuckled. It wasn't every day that she was lectured by someone so young. "Thank you, Kaatian. I wish your country and our village hadn't waged war many years ago, severing lives and friendships, and our humanity. So few spoils for the powerful, and so much suffering for the many... Knowing that Kaatians like you still exist gives me hope that peace is possible, even if the fake God-Emperor and his loud lackeys scream for more bloodshed. I dream to see it for myself, too."
+
+Nikili pondered on how much of his life had been shaped by war, as did so many persons' who he'd met in his journey. Nurta... Ludama... Ranir... Quince... "W-Well, no more war would be great...but I'm not good with politics and stuff, so I'm not sure how to convince Kaati to give up their weapons. Especially without violence."
+
+She shook her head. "I'm not against violence, only unnecessary one. Violence may be necessary when a victim needs to defend themselves. But unlike Kaati, we don't think that violence is always the answer. It is merely a tool, and like any tool, it can be misused. Still, maybe Kaati – its people, not its rulers – can be made to see reason through peaceful means. It certainly seems unlikely, but–"
+
+Ranir stopped when she heard someone calling to her on the footpath downhill. It was another cat-person, who shouted something in Emegal.
+
+The tabby stood up. "We can continue later. Your Quince is awake."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Suu was focused on the abgal's voice, despite having several intruding thoughts over the last minutes. Perhaps he had been nervous too, given everything that he'd experienced. But the priestess had been patient with how long it took for him to focus, and he felt much more at ease.
+
+Until he felt something peculiar. Some tingling and numbness, in a body part that didn't seem to exist anywhere. His whole being felt light, as if he had no definite shape. And then, something touched that inexistent limb – and latched onto it.
+
+He opened his eyes. He was himself – his dragon self, inexplicably untransformed inside of that auditory. He could still feel the white cat's touch to his chin, much smaller comparatively, and saw her smile. But he couldn't hear her heart. His gasham'sag was quiet for the first time in his whole life. Still, he had a feeling that he could still reach her thoughts somehow...
+
+""Yes...it works!"" Her voice manifested to him somehow, without her moving her mouth. ""Well, I'm guessing it does.""
+
+""Is this...Communion?"" Suugal asked.
+
+""Almost! ...Oh, so your name is Suugal, isn't it? And...you don't speak Emegal, but you still understood me through your gašam-sag! Very interesting...""
+
+She seemed to have access to his thoughts...and he, to hers. ""I-I can also see your name, Kunia. What is this...? The way that you are in my head reminds me not only of gasham'sag, but also of gasham'dug.""
+
+""Hah, you're pretty smart! It's both. And neither! And much more."" Kunia replied, happy to have succeeded. ""It's the Great Channel, and it's not only a connection of our minds. It's a deeper connection between two bodies than any gašam could possibly achieve. And I've managed to put us in synchrony for now.""
+
+""But this Great Channel is not permanent, is it...?""
+
+""Hah hah hah! Don't worry Suu, it's temporary. It's not like I'm taking you away from Quince or Ikky, or anything."" She explained, seemingly having too much fun at being able to probe at his thoughts. ""Don't worry, there's no need to feel flustered or defensive. I won't judge you! Anyway, this link we share is only necessary for Communion. By triggering a strong emotional response, I might tap into your unseen energies, and it will trigger a 'spark'–""
+
+""What kind of spark?""
+
+""I don't know! But I guess we'll both find out. Anyway, our other abgal are here to ensure that this emotional reponse will be a positive experience, hopefully. Oh, and they'll be able to tap into their connection to the Great Channel on a smaller scale, if they are a part of that emotional response. That's why they're standing ready for you.""
+
+He probed a bit deeper into her thoughts, trying to understand what exactly she meant by a 'positive emotional response' from her brief explanation. ""Hmmm... So I have to think of something that I really like, and you'll do it for me?""
+
+""Yep, pretty much! Is there something that comes to mind? ...And no, I'm afraid that simply letting me peek into your heart won't be good enough. You'll have to tell me – or think it – yourself.""
+
+What Suugal wanted...? He wanted Quince and Ikky to feel good, he supposed. But neither were here now, and his dulled gasham'sag was currently incapable of figuring out Kunia's desires. Despite their shared link, navigating her thoughts through this 'ahašgal' was like scratching the surface of his normal abilities. He had to come up with something else, then...but what else could it be...? Well, there was that one moment earlier today, with both of his friends in Zugul. He was hoping to have that same type of fun again soon; but perhaps, there was even more that he could try with these sualu. Ideas that had floated in both of his friends' hearts before...
+
+""Mm... Oh... O-Oh!"" The white cat exclaimed, as Suugal explicitly manifested his thoughts to her. ""Yes, that would be perfect! And our abgal are all adults, and well-prepared to suit your needs. Sadly, I won't be able to join them. I am the guide, so I'll still be communicating with you in your mind, as well as instructing them throughout the Communion. Speaking of...""
+
+Kunia turned away to the other sualu, and explained Suu's idea of fun, word for word, in Emegal. The blue dragon didn't need to peek into their hearts – they all blushed or seemed excited from her explanation as they undressed. That gave him the confidence that he'd picked the right choice.
+
+""Whenever you're ready.""
+
+He didn't need to wait any longer. Lying on his belly, all he had to do was carefully lean away from the abgal and towards the wall, hiding his black-spiked back with ultramarine hues across his wings. His ocean blue belly drooped in their direction over his gray paws. But it wasn't his chubby plates or his scuted claws that he wished to show, and he watched as one white-and-black cat approached his spreading legs.
+
+His tailhole, as well as his genital slit, were in full view. He'd never even had a pair of cocks, or any sexual desires, before he'd met the scavenger duo. Of course, he had known of Nikili's interest in him from the very start... An interest that, upon glancing at Nurta's tablet with ancient inscriptions, molded the new shape that his body acquired...or so he assumed. A transformation that had felt as natural for his first time as a kobold as it did for his first time as an archaeopteryx.
+
+Regardless of the reasons why, it had also changed his original dragon body irrevocably. He now had a pseudocloaca, from which his hemipenes had begun to sprung at the mere thought of what was about to happen. But the dichromatic cat who approached him first, fully naked and sporting an erection, moved past Suugal's pink pair while still watching them in awe. Instead, the feline had chosen something else to give his attention to, and he climbed the large hindpaw to bring himself closer to the pucker in the center of his anal plates.
+
+The small paws carefully felt over the fleshy ring; it was a novel sensation for the dragon. He knew how good Nikili felt when receiving anal, but Suu only had his proxied emotions to go by. This time would be his first on this end. And once a furry hand entered him the wrong way, it felt...weird. Ticklish. Peculiar.
+
+""Is everything okay?"" Kunia asked, concerned about the dragon's mixed thoughts.
+
+Before he could answer, he rumbled at the sensation of tiny digits spreading and pushing into pliant, soft flesh. And he made up his mind. ""...I want to keep going.""
+
+The priestess sighed in relief, and relayed his words to the anally-inclined assistant. Another arm pushed inside, and Suu clenched one of his forepaws whilst trying to keep his pucker relaxed. The cat wasn't any bigger than Quince – and this wasn't even among his smallest 'entrances' –, so he was surprised at how sensitive his ass felt with such a tiny intruder. Every hair of fur on the bicolored cat tickled his rectum, making him harder. The brief moments it took for the tiny abgal to push inside appeared much longer. In reality, he'd quickly climbed up to his hips, squirming into the trembling walls in no more than a few minutes. Soon, only his tail was left outside, but every part hidden from view was quite noticeable for Suu's enveloping walls. Still grunting in pleasure from the first sualu, the dragon signaled to Kunia to keep going.
+
+""G-Got it. Try to -mm- cling onto that feeling for as long as possible..."" She seemed to be affected by Suugal's arousal as well, but still maintained a sober air as she called on a different cat.
+
+This time, a dilute tabby walked forward. They rubbed their paws nervously, but approached him resolutely, aiming further up than their previous colleague. They stopped right in front of the two fleshy spires, staring at the tips leaking a clear liquid from erotic stimulation.
+
+""Are you sure you can handle this part? There are six more sualu after this one. And you already seem troubled at the thought of the second one going into your–""
+
+""No...!"" His thoughts roared, tapping into a dormant side of him. ""Hmf...f-fine. I can handle the others first, then I'll take them last...""
+
+Kunia nodded and relayed his instructions, watching most of the abgal walk forward, heading towards his slit and anus. The first cat had completely disappeared in his rear, but Suu could still feel him push about inside, pleasurably squirming just past the entrance. Three more were lining up to join him, the next one purring as she kneaded the flesh on the exposed pucker, not even trying to hide her excitement. Two others climbed atop the thick flesh of the cock closer to the ground, getting closer to the slit between the hemipenes and trying to stretch its entrance – like Quince had done that same morning. One last abgal, plain red, awaited far to the sidelines to be called, watching the other sualu enter the dragon's multiple holes – not even hiding that he was stroking himself.
+
+Kunia shouted in Emegal, her words being translated as thoughts in Suugal's head. ""N-Niis, focus! Don't mess around, t-this is a sacred duty– Ahhh~!""
+
+She interrupted her words, gasping when the blue dragon's pleasure flared from three cats entering him at once. The tortoiseshell female in the back had squeezed her toes and pads inside, deciding to vanish into the dragon's rectum feet-first, with the aid of the next two lifting her body. At the same time, both cats crouching atop his cock lunged into the musky pocket between the large reptilian cushions, hugged against each other in its tight opening. Things were getting even more steamy at an accelerated pace, and the dragon had to maintain his composure as all of these new sualu joined in on the fun of their own volition.
+
+But there was one more sualu unaccounted for. The dilute tabby who had approached one of his cock's head earlier, who was too interested to move back. In fact, they'd raised their paw to the smooth skin of the large rod, feeling the soft flesh getting covered in sticky precum. The shaft was wider than they were tall, and they could only stare right into the opening from where more liquid was being slowly spewed.
+
+The white cat turned to them, and Suugal heard her once more. ""Ikinla, g-give him some space for now. He's getting very–""
+
+But Ikinla didn't listen. One of their paws slipped into the slit of his cock head, and a shiver ran down Suu's whole body. This was the sensation he'd been most curious about. The idea for it had been planted by his friend's desires a while ago, but he'd never found a good opportunity to try it together. However, this tabby didn't display any inhibitions, nor uncertainty, as their paw grasped the entrance of the monstrous rod. The dragon's rumbles turned into low-pitched moans, and that told Ikinla all that they needed to know.
+
+""Yes, m-more!"" He begged.
+
+Kunia didn't reply. She simply panted and moaned, leaning onto his snout to keep her balance, watching her colleagues squeeze themselves into the massive dragon. Two had completely disappeared together in the gap between his cocks, and Ikinla fed herself to the rod closest to the ground, fighting the streams of pre that made climbing inside an arduous and slippery task. The white abgal couldn't see the others behind those pink hemipenes, but she assumed that they must have been still stuffing themselves into his rear one by one, if his pleasure was anything to go by.
+
+Quite an interesting feeling – experiencing something novel through another –, she thought. Kunia couldn't feel his prey through the Great Channel; it was more akin to Suu's mind describing every tiny detail to her own. But still enough to get her indirectly aroused... Most of the dilute tabby's precum-drenched body had turned into a bulge within the cushiony flesh, and the large dragon was tempted to feel her with his paw, or push her in. But he'd have to shuffle his limbs around, and disrupt the other sualu still climbing into his rectum.
+
+""Mmff...t-that's the fourth one going in my anus."" His thoughts flowed naturally to his guide. ""So stuffed in there...I wish my gasham'sag could hear them all.""
+
+""I-If gašam-sag is anything like this...I can understand what you're missing...!""
+
+""No."" Suugal replied. ""This is just -mrmf!- like a description in your mind. My gasham'sag is much better– hnngn! Like touching the actual image in the heart.""
+
+""Hf... I'm not sure I understand, but GODS does it sound wonderful...!""
+
+With the fourth anally-devoured priest now halfway past the pucker, Suu brought his lifted legs back down, planting his butt onto the ground. Multiple tiny masses, stretching his slit and rectum from within, shifted with the brusque change of directions, eliciting another murr from the indulged feral. He was large enough that the cat still outside of his rear couldn't even reach the floor with their flailing legs, but it did place both of his cocks flat on the ground, where they would allow for Ikinla to make better progress on their front.
+
+And the same for the sidelined sualu, who approached Suugal while still obscenely stroking himself. The plain red cat, Niis, got close to the unoccupied hemipenis, stealing a glance at its twin. Ikinla was nowhere to be seen – except for a subtle bulge under the smooth pink surface, still close to the tip. And he was excited to experience the same. Niis moved his paw from his cock to the much larger one ahead, feeling the rhythmic pulses of the hardened rod, getting the musky juices all over the fur on his arms as his much smaller pre-ejaculate stream ran down to his legs.
+
+Suugal continued to grunt as the last feline was being as much of a tease as possible, admiring the draconic spire he had all for himself before taking the plunge. Every throb of his needy cocks squished the two other sualu in the internal base of his genitals, hugging against the penes and each other in the limited room available. He felt the last abgal in his ass get pulled inside by another, slipping out of view and settling inside, pushing back against the moving anal walls. The first two had moved further in towards the large intestines to make room, and Suu could feel their paws pushing against the tighter and more sensitive flesh, thankfully not having slipped too deep into the long path of guts.
+
+The red cat had almost been concealed past his meatus as well, and the dragon brought a gray paw to the entrance. Using one clawed digit that was as big as a sualu, he carefully pushed on Niis's pawpads, squirming from pleasure of stretching his other cock to devour the male priest. Then he felt for the other bulge, the indistinct lump that used to be the tabby. Ikinla had made it past the halfway point, and he used the same self-lubed digit to squeeze their bulge deeper. Suu clenched his jaws to stifle a roar, and a panting Kunia could do nothing but watch her colleagues be willingly consumed to fuel his lust. He was completely in control over every other abgal, and her title as a 'guide' was merely a suggestion by now.
+
+""F-Fuck..."" She moaned as she watched Suugal's finger guide the feline lump all the way to the base, then move away to reveal a complete lack of a bulge. Ikinla had gone all the way inside...but Kunia could tell, from the connection that she shared with the dragon, that they were still squirming deeper into his ducts. She could also tell that the winged reptile was on the edge of an orgasm, and she could only stand under his chin and watch it unfold.
+
+Unable to control himself any longer, Suu's throat strained out a mix of a roar and a grunt, which would only be heard in this white hall and the neighboring houses. His wings extended out and his body tensed up, raising his two shafts a few feet off the ground with a couple of throbs, before both started spewing globby white seed. Any obstruction in his urethrae was pushed out, becoming a solid mass of fur in the middle of all of that pooling goop.
+
+Each squirt was followed by his keen bits squeezing around the tiny occupants. Fleshy walls of multiple textures compacting each individual cat's entire body, flattening or curling them depending on their surroundings. Their moans and mewling were too small and distant to pick up on, but neither Suu nor Kunia would be surprised if some had reached climaxes of their own. The lavished dragon had reached a wonderful orgasm...but yet, something was missing.
+
+Suugal turned to the white cat in front of him. ""Mrrr...that was wonderful, b-but...I couldn't feel this 'spark' you mentioned.""
+
+""Hf...hfff...y-yeah, me neither..."" The sualu panted, bearing a blush from spectating the dragon's explosive ecstasy. She watched a white-stained red cat stand up alone from the spunk puddle, before he trudged over in a trance to cuddle the seducing cock that had just swallowed him and spat him out. ""D-Did we miss something...? That should have been enough to trigger a strong positive response. Did any of the abgal hurt you or something...?""
+
+""Mmf, no... But I can think of one thing I'm missing.""
+
+""Which is... –?!""
+
+Kunia jumped when she saw Suu's widest hole yet part in front of her. White teeth delineating his pink maw, jutting out from the sides of a flat salivating muscle several times her size. A faint fishy breath reached her first, as enormous draconic jaws approached resolutely.
+
+""Waitwaitwait, I-I'm the guide! And I have to–!""
+
+Her voiceless words fell on deaf ears, as Suugal gave her a fate not unlike the other sualu. She was soon enveloped between the snapping jaws, pressed against the hard palate from the crease of his tongue. Her white fur and brown two-piece immediately got soaked in his saliva while being scooped up, but the clear liquids never managed to flow away as she was tasted again and again. A grassy, earthy, sweet, and mildly bitter flavor... It was kind of embarrassing to go through Suu's hungry thoughts as he treated Kunia as gently as he would a tasty snack, but the possibility of being hurt was the furthest thing from her mind, knowing how careful he'd been with the other sualu.
+
+However, she was intrigued by how he not only probed her skin, but her thoughts. That feeling of being small and at his mercy, the sensations of being locked in his active maw... Things that he'd naturally hear through his gašam-sag; but Kunia could tell that he was actively seeking them in her mind. But it wasn't that he wished that the roles were reversed in this situation... It was more akin to figuring out how he was making her feel, down to the minuscule details.
+
+And that finally led him to what they had been seeking: a spark.
+
+All of them, dragon and abgal alike, felt something similar. The feeling of their bodies completely freezing in place, as if all of the air surrounding them had turned into a solid block. A strong, sinking pull to those same intangible tethers that had connected Kunia and Suugal together. A shock-like jolt, and a flash of light. And an odd sense of harmony, an understanding that they were small parts of something much bigger. In an instant, all of those feelings washed over them and vanished. But they could clearly grasp what had happened to them.
+
+Once Suu regained control over his muscles, he brought his head low, carefully letting the pale cat onto a clear puddle over the white flooring. She got up, seemingly focusing on something other than the slobber all over her body.
+
+""I-I don't know what that was, but it worked... It actually worked!"" Kunia celebrated while still linked to the dragon's ahašgal. ""Oh! I can sense your gašam now. And it comes so naturally too, just like she said it would...""
+
+Suu's eyes widened. ""I...think I can sense yours! It's faint, but it's there. A-And the others', too...! That's incredible!""
+
+""The ritual worked..."" The sualu repeated, still astonished. ""It would take far more Communions to get an effect as strong as Ranir's, no doubt. But what about you? Did your gašam-sag get stronger...?""
+
+""My gasham'sag? But I couldn't use it at all since–""
+
+The dragon interrupted himself. Her voice was there. Not through the Great Channel, nor through her mouth; but through her heart. Her feelings of accomplishment, and slightly vexation at being all wet. It was as clear as it used to be, but without the interference of other whispers. He focused on Niis, the red cat enamored with his cock – he, too, had a hint of gasham, and Suu could also sense his lust.
+
+Of course, he could also fully perceive the others inside of him. Without being overwhelmed, one by one, he could sense their desires, their pleasures, their feelings. Purrs hidden away in the depths of his slit and ass, unable to reach his ears, but amplified through their hearts. He finally had some mastery over who he wanted to focus on, with seemingly no side-effects from ahashgal...
+
+""And there shouldn't be any!"" Kunia sharply answered his doubt. ""At least, our records tell us as much. It should be much easier to manipulate your gašam-sag in a crowd from now on. As for us abgal... We may never truly develop our own gašam into such a potent ability, but through our rituals, we may yet strengthen our bond to the Great Channel in accordance to our duties, by performing more Communions with other dragons...o-or with you, if you'd like to stay in Saisa.""
+
+""Hmm... But I still want to be with my friends...""
+
+""Of course, they can stay too! And nobody will force you three to stay, if you choose to leave. But I'm sure that Ranir-abgal will be much more insistent than me, so I'd be careful when telling her that!"" Kunia smiled at him, feeling that she'd finally accomplished what she'd set out to do her entire life. ""Well, our link should still last a bit longer. Pleasurable though it may be for you, it'd be best to remove all of the abgal from, uhh, inside of you.""
+
+Suugal lowered his head, flustered. ""W-Well, about that...""
+
+Before the white cat could ask him what was wrong, he focused each of the cat-people's emotions. From what she could tell, it seemed that they all wanted to stay inside for longer, and enjoy the tight hug of Suu's organs lulling them, for reasons ranging from warmth, to intimacy, to outright sexual gratification. The pair in his slit even seemed to have cuddled together and fallen asleep.
+
+""Ugh...unbelievable."" Kunia grumbled in Emegal as well. ""You'd think that they'd at least pretend to be professional about this."" At the very least, Niis hadn't pushed himself right back into Suu's cock, but perhaps that was simply because the entrance was out of his reach. ""I guess I'll go and retrieve them all, but it's gonna take a while– Wait. Who was that? I sensed something odd. Ikinla, I think.""
+
+""Hmm? Oh, this one."" Suu located and projected their feelings when prompted. The white cat had a hesitant expression.
+
+""...Where even are they? They seem fine and content, but also trapped in there somewhere. Wait... Ikinla climbed into your cock, didn't they? And only Niis was, err, 'shot out'. So where did they end up– O-Ohh..."" She shuddered. ""D-Don't panic, but...I think Ikinla might be stuck in your t-testicle...""
+
+""My...what?""
+
+""I-It doesn't matter..."" She wasn't surprised that he didn't know the specifics of his own internal anatomy, especially given that this was his first time ever shoving someone in there. Even if she tried to stay collected, she couldn't help but blush. ""But if they can't come out on their own, it complicates things a bit. And being just as small as them, I'd risk getting stuck myself in your other testicle if I went inside...""
+
+Keeping them also didn't seem like an option... At one point or another, Suu would have to transform away from this form; and preferably, without an entire feline person trapped deep inside of him. ""Hmm. So perhaps someone bigger than a sualu could retrieve them...?""
+
+""You could try pushing them out w-with an orgasm, but you've already tried that... There are some bigger people in Saisa, but none are trained in our rites, and they might be too flustered to actually offer a hand– Wait. Y-You already have someone in mind, don't you...?""
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Nikili fiddled with his thumbs inside of the infirmary, just outside of an entryway. A curtain concealed Quince's room. A calico passed through before turning to Ranir-abgal and explaining something in Emegal.
+
+"This doctor tells me that your friend is still weak and in shock." The gray tabby translated. "They should be resting, but instead, they have been asking for Nikili – who should be you, I believe – and the ušumgal."
+
+"Asking...?" The scavenger was confused. Quince couldn't speak, after all... Or had they been hiding that, as well?
+
+"I've been told that your dragon friend should still be performing šitazi with our abgal, but your presence alone should ease their nerves." Ranir explained, but Nikili himself was very apprehensive. "What's wrong?"
+
+"Ummm... I-I don't know, should I say something?"
+
+"Are they not your friend?"
+
+He raised an eyebrow. "Well, yeah–"
+
+"Then go and tell them something, Kaatian!" She punctuated her command with a weak punch to his leg.
+
+Nikili got the hint, and he took a deep breath before entering the room. There was just a nurse inside, along with the calico doctor, and the yellow-furred sualu with big brown spots lying on a reed cushion, their head and neck supported against the wall. Quince... They wore only a clean bandage around their right arm, and a face almost as white as the fabric – a sign of their recent troubles. But they were awake, staring straight back at Nikili with their large and troubled orange eyes. They seemed to relax when they finally saw their companion, but didn't bear a smile like the mongoose. Letting out a sigh, Quince looked away from the other scavenger, watching the medical staff still in the room disposing of bloodied bandages.
+
+"H-Hey, Quince... How do you feel?"
+
+They didn't respond to his greeting. It was as if they were too ashamed to look Nikili back in the eye.
+
+He took another step in their direction. "O-Or do I call you 'shennur' now? That's 'quince' in Emegal, right...?" He laughed weakly at his poor attempt at a joke, but Quince's expression turned even sourer. "You don't like it when I peek into your past, do you? Sorry, but we had to, this time. It was a matter of life and death. But to be fair, I don't think you care when -he- peeks all the time."
+
+His companion seemed to ignore him, instead staring at the entrance. Nikili turned back to see a tabby peeking in from behind the curtain.
+
+"Umm... Ranir, can you leave us alone, please?" He asked softly.
+
+It took an awkward amount of time for the abgal to react, before Ranir shut the curtain; but Nikili could still see her hind paws underneath the same spot, eavesdropping from behind. But that wasn't important right now. He approached Quince, finding a stool right by their side to sit on. It was definitely too small for anyone bigger than a sualu, but it'd do. Sitting next to the bed, he could see a mix of red and blue stains on the wraps around their wound. No doubt from the blood loss, and the non-life threatening poison which had left a scar, respectively.
+
+Quince mewled at him. Even with their weak utterance, the taller scavenger knew them well enough to know that they were dissatisfied about these events.
+
+"I'm sorry, Quince. I thought we lost you." He leaned closer, trying to grab their paw. The cat instinctively pulled their arm away, flinching from pain and clenching their face as a result. Their wound was still fresh under that bandage. Nikili still forced a slight smile, agreeing to give them space and not try to touch their friend. "They told me you're still hurt badly. But you'll live, right? I know that a little bit of poison potent enough to kill a dragon wouldn't be a match for someone who's stubborn like you. You don't care about putting yourself in danger because it's what you think is right. Right?"
+
+Quince scoffed, darting their gaze away.
+
+"I know, I know. I'm rambling again, as usual. You didn't come back from a near-death experience just to hear my annoying voice, did you? But I was expecting you to complain that the big guy brought you back to the place that you ran away from." His friend didn't react. "What, you expect me to say that 'it was the right thing to do'? You're right, maybe I overreacted when I thought you were poisoned and about to die. That's on me for not knowing anything about dangerous plants as well as you do. In fact, you look great, like you can just get up from that bed at any moment! I don't know where you would wanna go, maybe back inside a dragon. But I–"
+
+Nikili hiccuped, unable to contain his tears any longer. He paused to catch his breath, feeling the watery streaks across his furry cheeks. It took him more than a few moments to recollect his thoughts and form coherent words again.
+
+"B-But I'm still afraid of l-losing you, Quince. Not to Ludama...not to wild dragons...but b-because I was a bad friend! You don't remember w-when we arrived here, do you? While you were dying in my arms...?! You didn't hear what Suu told me, did you?"
+
+Quince still looked away through, staring at the mountains through a window. They didn't want to let on that their eyes were watering up,as well.
+
+Nikili wiped his runny nose with his forearm. "T-The big guy told me that, earlier today, you were scared...angry...feeling that you only made everything around you worse. That you tried to run away, but then felt guilty and returned to us. That you thought that we would be better off without you...! And that's just not true, Quince! We are family, the three of us. And, like family, I feel like you're my ch– ...L-Like you're my sibling. And family's supposed to stick out through the good moments, and the shitty moments, y'know?"
+
+The yellow cat used their unharmed arm to signal towards the curtain at the entryway, from where Ranir was peeking through again.
+
+The abgal entered at their call and came closer with a remorseful expression. "šerda-g̃u–"
+
+Quince interrupted her with a hand. This wasn't the time for apologies. They made slow movements with both hands to communicate something to her.
+
+"I– Yes." She answered. "I can translate to the Kaatian."
+
+"Huh? Translate what...?"
+
+Nikili didn't understand, but their mute friend continued to move their paws, trying to use both hands despite their right arm being mostly immobilized. Earlier, the mongoose had seen some sualu from the village do similar movements in front of each other; but he couldn't really understand how they would be able to communicate anything without speaking. It seemed to be some sort of alternative language composed solely of hand gestures.
+
+And Ranir could understand and translate the signs, tempted though she was to interject with her own thoughts. "They say that they are intrinsically broken. Seven years ago, when they ran from Saisa, and earlier today, they came to that same realization. And they say that your goal is simply to fix them. That they are a burden, and that this is the only reason they can think of for why you would want to keep them around."
+
+"Quince said that just now? With their hands...?" Nikili asked her, and she nodded. Putting his surprise aside, he turned to his companion. "T-That's not true at all, Quince! I don't think you're broken. And I'm not trying to change you! I just want to change your mind about this! I want you to see through this lie that you started believing for some reason. And of course I'm worried about you. You're my friend! I don't want you to be hurt because...well, because you deserve happiness too!"
+
+The yellow cat raised their hands again–
+
+"Stop. I know what you're gonna say. That you don't deserve kindness or to be happy. Because you think you're worthless, that others will only see you for your mistakes, and that you'll never be able to move past them. That others only like you because all you've done is lie and trick them into thinking you're a good person." The mongoose stopped and took a deep breath, once he felt his clenched claws start to dig into the palms of his balled-up fists. "...I-Is what I think you'd say."
+
+He hadn't even noticed how Quince's expression had changed. They were frozen, staring at him with a gaping mouth and wide eyes, only showing signs of life from their feeble breaths and tears.
+
+"Quince. I'll tell you the truth. My life has only been happier ever since we met five years ago. I've done a lot of regretful things, and I was on the verge of turning into the worst version of myself just to feel something. A-And you saved me. Not with a heroic act. Not by fixing me. Just by being there. Just by smiling, and crying, and teaching me about the marshes, and enjoying my cooking together. Same for Ranir. You think she hates you for leaving, but she blamed herself for not understanding you. She tries to hide it by acting all tough and wise, but I can tell that she's really happy that you're still around."
+
+The crying mongoose didn't wait for an answer, he had more to say. He leaned closer and lifted his hands.
+
+"Maybe you'll leave me one day, even if I don't want you to. Even if I'm SURE you don't want to, either. But every single thing we did, Quince, good or bad or whatever... I wouldn't change a thing. You don't have to be perfect all the time, okay? I'm not, Suu's not, even someone like Nurta isn't. And if I ever hurt you, which I know I did, I'm so, so sorry. I wish I never had. But I want to be here for you. And please, you can trust me to tell anything. One day I wanna deserve your trust. So I promise that I won't judge, or force you to share anything, or think less of you if you tell me something you regret. I know the real you, more than any words or facts can describe...and I don't want to lose that. It's petty, but I don't wanna lose you. So please. Can you promise me that you won't run away...? Not without saying goodbye, at least."
+
+Quince didn't answer. And Nikili didn't say anything else. They simply sat across each other, with a mongoose's paw that had found its way to the yellow, water-stained fur on their cheek. Between sobbing hiccups, Nikili watched the late afternoon light reflecting on Quince's sickly, watery eyes, which stared back at him with an undecipherable sentiment... Perhaps regret, or perhaps hope. At that very moment, their feline companion's miserable face had to be the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen in his life.
+
+Ranir, who'd been interrupted by the calico doctor throughout Nikili's speech, touched the mongoose's arm to call his attention. "Kaatian, we need to go. The doctor is worried that your friend should be resting. She doesn't think this is doing your Quince any good, and she asked to check on them alone."
+
+He caught himself snapping, brushing her hand away with his shoulder. "Let them think whatever they want! I–!" He looked back at Ranir, took a deep breath, and silently apologized to her. Then he smiled back to his friend without having to force it anymore – who themself seemed slightly amused by his outburst. "Sorry Quince, I need to leave for a bit. I'll catch you later, I promise. And I'll bring the big guy to see you too, so don't go running off, now. Meanwhile...give 'em hell, won't you?"
+
+The yellow cat chuckled and wiped their tears with their left arm, as they watched their overemotional partner in crime getting up to walk out of the room.
+
+"I am very sorry, Kaatian," Ranir spoke as she followed him past the room's curtain, "I've tried to give you more time, and explain to her that–"
+
+"It's okay. It was plenty of time. Thank you, Ranir." The mongoose couldn't get his injured friend's face out of his mind. But he had regained hope. "And sorry about my short fuse... Please apologize to the doctors for me, and tell them thanks for saving Quince."
+
+The tabby shook her head. "No, thank you. What you told them in there, I– ...I'm glad that my first impression of you was wrong." She reached for something in a pocket on her black dress, then extended her paw. "Tissue?"
+
+"Oh! Uhh, s-sure..."
+
+He took the small piece of cloth, not realizing how swollen his eyes were. As he wiped his tears, Ranir looked back at the curtain to Quince's room, raising her paw towards it. But after thinking twice, she stopped herself and sighed.
+
+"L-Listen..." Nikili said. "What I said in there...especially about you, I-I–"
+
+Before he could continue, someone else approached Ranir-abgal, calling her by name and title. Nikili waited patiently as the white cat dressed in brown talked to her in Emegal. He could only pick up on the words 'ušumgal' and 'ninka', which must've meant something to do with him. Curiously, he couldn't help but notice that this other sualu seemed to have water on their fur and clothes...
+
+Ranir awkwardly cleared her throat as she turned to the scavenger. "H-Hm... Well, Nikili, wasn't it? You are no longer considered our prisioner. I will inform the others that you are free to roam Saisa. But for now, I think you'll want to follow this abgal. There's...something that your dragon friend has need of you for."
+
+"Suu? Is something wrong?" He stared at the anxious white cat, then back at the flustered elder. "A-And why are both of you blushing...?"
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Things were hectic in the capital of Kaati. Well, more than usual, Nurta thought. She had arrived at the homonymous city as soon as she'd learned of Ruunk's arrest, a few days prior. The red dragon had swiftly shifted into her true form to fly out to the north and arrive at the empty outskirts, before returning to her inconspicuous lizard-like appearance. She had to admit that being able to freely soar the airs again made her investigations into Kaati's conspiracies much easier, though this time she'd been too late to return to Logas in order to rescue the white duck under her tutelage.
+
+Despite being less known around these parts than in Kuir, the Widow's fame still carried some weight with the officials, after having served as one of their most prolific bronzesmiths during the military campaigns from nine years ago. She'd expected to simply bail Ruunk out, given the misdemeanor charge of 'disobedience' raised against her; but instead, Nurta had been shown a room in the clay-walled barracks, so that she wouldn't have to wait outside, in the sun, and wait to plead her case to the appropriate officer.
+
+By the time she realized that she had taken the bait, there was nothing else she could do but wait.
+
+"Sorry for the delay, Mrs. Widow." The young soldier who'd received her announced as he entered the room. "The general will speak with you, now."
+
+He left just as quickly as he'd appeared, leaving Nurta alone in the room again. The general, huh... The red lizard wasn't surprised. It simply confirmed her suspicion that Ruunk had been linked to the Kuir incident from a week ago, when Suu had turned into a dragon in the middle of the populace. Having a highest-ranking officer interfere with propagation of the news to the public was the most logical explanation, according to what she'd uncovered in her investigation. At the very least, discovering the identity of this mastermind would give her some much-needed leverage. And thanks to her gasham'galga, she was confident enough to deal with any interrogation from this general.
+
+Or so she thought. If there was one thing that could've caught her off-guard, it was someone else's gasham. And it just so happened that she could feel another dragon's presence approaching her in those barracks, along with resounding steps. She panicked, but there wasn't anything she could do – he must have felt her gasham by now, too. That general was, in fact, another dragon; a realization only made starker by his deep laugh.
+
+"Hah hah hah hah! If it isn't my luck. I'm tasked with hunting one of our kind, and who do I find, served straight onto a silver platter, but yet another–"
+
+The fern green alligator finally appeared on the entryway, stopping himself as he finally glanced at Nurta. He wore a mantle that distinguished him as a general of Kaati, and his tall, menacing figure was quite imposing. They could both tell each other apart as dragons in disguise – but he was the one with a smirk plastered on his snout.
+
+"Well, well, well. Look who it is! Nizura, in the flesh! The future Matriarch, herself...! What a twist of fate that the gods have wrought." He leaned onto the table that separated them. "Finally got tired of that old crone Dikuga too, haven't you?"
+
+"Y-You're from Kyorna, too..." was all that Nurta managed to conclude. She was completely off-guard.
+
+The green reptile's grin twisted at her response, frowning in anger, and slamming both palms onto the table...before he burst into laughter again. "Hah hah hah! Aaahh...of course, our dearest princess wouldn't even acknowledge someone as lowly as me, after all this time... After all I've done for her. Alas, perhaps she's still as devoted to her role as Matriarch as always."
+
+The Widow's first instinct was to dismiss his conjecture, and tell that she couldn't remember anything from her previous life as Nizura – because of dus-bala-kur. But this other dragon was her enemy, and she knew better than to give him any leverage.
+
+"Hmm?" He seemed maliciously amused at this turn of events. "Do you think I haven't realized that you undertook the Path of Estranging...? Out of -everyone- in that accursed kingdom, you simply wouldn't forget me otherwise, Nizura."
+
+The red lizard tried to keep her composure, unable to tell if the alligator was bluffing. Why couldn't she figure out his gasham...?
+
+"Although," the general continued, "you too seem to have made a name for yourself after immigrating to this land of mortals, 'Nurta'." He sat down across from her. "Don't worry, I've made sure that no-one will overhear our conversation."
+
+"Of course you would." The Widow roared back. "You don't want anyone to figure out that you're like me, and unlike them. Otherwise, why would you speak so openly?"
+
+"Very clever, Nizura. Or do you prefer Nurta? But I trust that you're well aware that you can't simply leave this location and spread unfounded falsities about a general, now can you?"
+
+Of course not. Ruunk was still his captive, and Nurta wouldn't put her in jeopardy. This general was beating her in wits – even equipped with her gasham'galga, she couldn't find any means of outsmarting him.
+
+"Call me Nurta..."
+
+"Very well, then I shall. After all, referring to your old name ever again is liable to make me retch." He chuckled. "Regardless, your snooping around hasn't gone unnoticed. Or did you think I'd overlook a woman moving between cities at record speeds, leaving a trail of evidence as she tried to expose my plans...? But surely, your not-so-covert efforts weren't for nothing, I'd expect. Have you at least figured out MY new name, Nurta?"
+
+There was only one option, given all of the leads she'd amassed. "...General Baau. And Commander Ludama is your underling. He's the one who has detained Ruunk."
+
+Baau lifted his clawed hands and clapped. "Bravo! I can see that your deduction still serves you well, as always. But enough games. You won't require your gasham'galga to figure out what I want."
+
+"Of course not. You'd wage war against Munigad and Labla, getting our troops mobilized away from the capital, and leave it undefended. But your goal isn't on outward conquest, it's–"
+
+"Nice try, Nurta." The alligator interrupted her. "All that you've said is correct, of course. That's what I -want- – but you very well know that I -need- something else. Something that will allow me to put my plans into motion... Or will you still feign ignorance?"
+
+The red lizard simply stayed quiet. She finally understood why she couldn't figure out his gasham. In the case of Suugal and Dikuga, she could detect the differential between her gasham'galga and their abilities. But if someone's ability was the same as hers...
+
+"If that's how you'll act," he roared, "so be it. My 'underling' has gathered more than enough intel to pin you – and, most importantly, this Ruunk girl you've come in the hopes of bailing out – to the blue dragon sighted in Kuir. Without my cooperation, however, you stand at no chance of saving her. I'm sure that you fully grasp what I mean."
+
+Nurta clenched her fist. He'd all but confirmed that Ruunk was in his captivity somewhere. She'd lost this battle of wits – but knowing that the game had been rigged from the start brought her no solace. All that she could do was nod in defeat.
+
+Baau's smirk returned to his alligator face. "Thank you for understanding. Now, then. It appears that we have a lot to discuss, my sister."

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+title: "The Lost of the Marshes – Chapter 11: Familiar"
+shortTitle: "Chapter 11 – Familiar"
+pubDate: 2023-11-15
+authors: Bad Manners
+wordCount: 13600
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: non-fatal oral vore and cock vore, with size difference and macro. Also includes gay sexual situations.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/tlotm_ch11.png
+description: |
+  Given a respite from their pursuers while they stay in Saisa, the gang reflects on what they themselves seek to pursue.
+tags: ['oral vore', 'cock vore', 'feral predator', 'anthro prey', 'male predator', 'male prey', 'female prey', 'non-binary prey', 'multiple prey', 'willing predator', 'willing prey', 'macro predator', 'size difference', 'gay sex', 'transformation']
+series: {'The Lost of the Marshes': '/stories/the-lost-of-the-marshes'}
+prev: the-lost-of-the-marshes/chapter-10
+next: ~
+---
+
+... The ties between these cat-people and dragons seem to date back to many centuries ago, but any accounts seem to be lost to time, or are a well-kept secret. [...] Still, the evidence is undeniable. One example is the striking architecture of the houses and temples, built from a unique kind of limestone only quarried on the mountains far to the east of Lagazi, in a reportedly abandoned settlement somewhere up in the Szogors Mountains. Carrying these enormous blocks through the Second River, let alone lugging them across so many miles, is an impossible feat unto itself. Unless one considers draconic assistance; in which case, such a challenge would be trivial. ...
+
+... If the 'sualu' still maintain any contact with dragons, then the arrangement today must be completely sporadic and individualized, not systematic. Otherwise, such an alliance would have made civilization in the Two Rivers unrecognizable; most likely, a city like Kaati wouldn't even exist under that force's heel. [...] It bears researching what mistakes might have led to a schism. I believe that it is in His Holiness's best interest to account for every contingency in the plan. ...
+
+\=\=\=
+
+Climbing into his dragon boyfriend's cock was the last thing on Nikili's agenda for the day. And yet, here he was, with no idea of how deep up Suu's urethra he'd already gone. And he knew even less of how much deeper he had to reach in to arrive at one of his testicles. Hopefully, he'd end up in the right one...
+
+"Ugh," Nikili complained, pushing through the tight, sticky tunnel. The mongoose's hands had to brush away large globs of spunk to make way. But with little room to push them aside, most of it ended up sticking to his furry body. Fortunately, he had the foresight of removing his skirt before crawling into one of the large hemipenes – but feeling his own erection throbbing inside of Suu's was pretty distracting...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Moments ago, the scavenger had finally spoken with his feline friend Quince, after their earlier altercation with Commander Ludama brought them to death's door. Thankfully, the people – or rather, cat-people – of Saisa had been able to help, treating Quince's wounds and saving their life. His yellow-furred companion might resent him for bringing them back to the home they'd run away from, but Nikili didn't care. Seeing them alive and awake was worth it.
+
+But with the danger out of the way, another problem fell into his lap. This time, related to Suugal, and a ritual that he was undertaking with some of the priests of this village. They never explained to him what happened, and Nikili's worried mind raced with the worst possible conclusions. But once he'd arrived at the site of Communion, he realized why they'd concealed the truth. It wasn't out of malice, but out of embarrassment.
+
+The white sualu, who seemed to be the abgal leading the ritual, tried to explain to the mongoose what had happened by speaking and gesturing. Nikili couldn't understand the Emegal language, but the sight of the large blue dragon told him what he needed to know. Suu was lying on the ground, with his hindlegs sprawled to the side, and displaying his two erected pink penes on a pool of cum. He was wearing a goofy expression, the same from whenever Quince sneaked inside of him.
+
+Maybe all sualu shared not only their short cat bodies, but their propensity to end up stuck inside of dragons, Nikili wondered.
+
+« W-What a mess you've made, big guy. » The scavenger communicated by directing his feelings towards Suu. « ...Let's keep this quick and not be awkward about it. »
+
+In the past, he'd imagined crawling inside of the untransformed dragon's shafts, and he couldn't have hidden that from his heart-reading boyfriend. But to finally live out that fantasy, with the purpose of fishing out a stranger that was stuck deep inside of him...! Still, it was a good excuse to save face. But he still wondered what in the gods' names had happened during this Communion. He'd have to ask Suu directly later.
+
+The mongoose undressed himself, revealing his red dick half-emerged from its sheath, and made his way to the titanic twin rods. He tried not to show his nervousness as he was being watched by multiple abgal, not knowing that they themselves had climbed into Suu earlier. At least he felt better about Ranir not watching him from the dispersed crowd.
+
+The smell of draconic musk only got stronger as he approached the source of the stench. He stepped barefoot onto the puddle of spunk, eyes glued to the spent globs of creamy cum in front of one of the urethras. The dragon's throat rumbled, no doubt in reaction to Nikili's arousal screaming in his heart.
+
+The scavenger clapped his hands together and aimed them into the reptilian meatus. Surprisingly, his arms slipped inside with ease. He thought that the cum would offer any resistance, but the fluid simply rolled away from his digits. And the tunnel was surprisingly pliant, the sudden intrusion barely bothering Suu. A single cock was already larger than him, and the thought of completely disappearing within was scary and thrilling. Thankfully, having been swallowed alive several times before, he trusted Suu with all of his being – as did the cat currently stuck deep inside his testicles, no doubt.
+
+Nikili felt some when his fingers reached deeper, likely stimulating the sensitive walls. His own penis pulsed, and his light-brown cheeks turned red. He hoped that Suu wouldn't cum him out before he had the chance to retrieve the lost sualu... Otherwise, who knows how long they would remain stuck in there? Or what if Suu transformed into a kobold while the feline was still in there?! The sex between them would definitely be very awkward...!
+
+He aligned his head with his shoulders, and in a single motion, pushed them both into the cockslit. The draconic rumble was dampened by the slimy walls covering Nikili's short ears. He stared inside, but there was nothing to see, and he closed his eyes to protect them against the fluids rushing onto his face. This place was nothing like Suu's maw or throat. Tight, motionless, musky, sticky. But it was Suu's, nonetheless; the smell made that offensively clear.
+
+The ground suddenly vanished under his feet. It was surprisingly easy to climb into the colossal rod! Nikili hadn't expected it, but used this to his advantage. He pulled himself further in by gripping at the tunnel, shifting his knees to crawl inside. He had to focus and avoid the temptation of thrusting his hips against the walls. If the fleshy urethra wasn't gently brushing his fur, Nikili would've thought himself lost in a sea of cum. The draconic cock was stifling and cramped, and his arousal only got worse.
+
+Moments passed, but Nikili couldn't tell if he made any real progress. It was still completely dark, and the walls were tight enough that he had to resort to paddle-like strokes to travel forward. Deeper and deeper and deeper, but he couldn't even tell if he was already past the base of the penis. Given the increase in Suu's warmth and rumbling sounds around him, he wouldn't be surprised. Hopefully, the sualu would be within his reach soon.
+
+But the mongoose wasn't worried about their safety before he retrieved them. Even as his surroundings appeared inhospitable, he was able to breathe somehow – and there was no reason to believe that it'd be different deeper still. His only worries were that Suu might ejaculate him before he has the change to find them, or worse: that Nikili would ejaculate deep inside of his boyfriend's cock. If he did, the dragon would know, and the embarrassment would be too much to bear. The mere thought made his dick twitch in desperation... He had to hurry, or else...!
+
+At the next stroke of his paw, his digits met a funnel of flesh. He pushed into the sphincter, and his hand squeezed into a wider space. Nikili must have reached one of Suu's testicles, but was it the right one...? He was worried at first, feeling deeper around and squeezing against nothing but folds. The sensitive insides quivered noticeably in response to the stimulus. Then, he felt something that didn't belong there, a furry tail utterly drenched in sticky hot cum. Nikili could sigh in relief – but decided not to, considering that he was still surrounded by his own weight in spunk. It was hard to believe, but there they were – a feline, tucked away in the dragon's nut!
+
+He tried to tug at the tail, but it was too slippery to get a firm hold on it. The scavenger brought his second arm at the entrance – the extra stretch causing Suu to perceptibly shift his hips in rumbling arousal –, trying to reach the cat's body or anything that Nikili could grab and fish out. He wiggled himself deeper...and downward? There was absolutely no way of telling 'up' from 'down' – until he shifted too far forward, and his weight tipped and slipped into the pungent chamber.
+
+Nikili kept his jaws clenched shut. He wanted to shout out and whine, but he wanted even less for the mouthfuls of fresh jizz to flood his mouth. His body slunk along the musky wrinkles, down a path that slipped the sualu onto his chest as his torso sunk into the creamy pool. The mongoose hugged them with his arm, to make sure they wouldn't slip away again.
+
+It wasn't anything like Suu's crop. Not just because of the stenchful fluid – gods, there was just -too- much fluid. The organ was tighter and constantly churning its batter, and the fleshy walls were wrinkly instead of smooth. He tried to climb back out, but his feet sunk into more of those folds instead of the slick ducts he'd crawled through. In the sudden chaos, the mongoose had fully slipped in! Was he also trapped?! Nikili kicked around in order to find the exit, but that simply caused the dragon to rumble harder.
+
+The chamber shifted around him, dowsing his head into the pool. Suu was nothing but gentle, although his autonomous testicle was ruthless in contrast. Nikili panicked and opened his maw to breath, but only got cum to rush onto his tongue and throat. It was awfully salty, but not unpleasant, yet definitely overpowering. And being forced to swallow was a huge turn-on for the mongoose, to his surprise. It pushed him past his limit – and his submerged cock started to pulse, making its own contribution to the nut trapping Nikili.
+
+It was a bit humiliating, holding the small stranger against his chest while having an orgasm. Thankfully, they wouldn't be able to tell – but Suu definitely did. Tapping into his mongoose boyfriend's heart caused the dragon to reach his own climax, collapsing the walls around Nikili. The sualu had been too small to push out on their own earlier, but the testicle had no trouble squeezing the bigger scavenger out, and back up the seminal ducts.
+
+What were only a few moments felt like an eternity to Nikili. Suu rumbled in lustful bliss, and the mongoose was completely submerged once again in a torrent of jizz, this time as he traveled through the tight passages once again. He could only hold tightly onto the cat, as if his life depended on it. The constant heartbeat got more and more distant, the farther up they were pushed.
+
+But when he finally saw light out of Suu's cock, and opened his eyes, he realized that the ground was much more distant than when he went in. Nikili was being pushed out through the other hemipenis...!
+
+He braced for the fall, but thankfully, that wasn't necessary. Suu's paw was ready to greet them, breaking their fall with its gray squamous pad. Other than his arm embracing the cat tight, Nikili was fully limp, and he slid onto the sprawled scales accompanied by the cum that had joined them on their trip. The sticky fluid was everywhere... The mongoose wouldn't be surprised if it even infiltrated his dreams tonight.
+
+Wiping off a large white glob from his face, Nikili finally looked around. The dilute tabby was completely painted white – same as him –, but appeared satisfied. Asleep, even...! The mongoose couldn't fathom that the experience could be relaxing at all. Despite the cum clogging his short ears, he could hear the other sualu rejoicing that their comrade was back, safe and sound, and approaching them both with clean sheets. Nikili coughed a bit more of spunk that had found its way into his mouth, still numb about the ordeal. It was hard to believe that he'd done it. The stubborn smell on his fur would definitely be a stark reminder...although, Nikili had to admit that his nostrils had gotten used to it, after all that he had to endure.
+
+His face raised up to meet Suu's. The dragon's gentle gaze was that of relief and gladness. But the mongoose had never seen him bear his teeth non-threateningly like that before. Was it an attempt at a smile, or a smirk...?
+
+...Oh. The big guy -knew-. He knew how much Nikili had loved it, deep down.
+
+But the scavenger only wanted two things right now: a good long bath, and a place to bury his face in shame...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+A group of people made their way as one, speaking and mewling to each other. Happily transporting crops back to Saisa, carrying as much as they could uphill to avoid too many round-trips. Each one wasn't carrying a lot, but in total, it was more than enough to provide fresh food for everyone in the village. All of them were cats – except for one, sticking out due to being twice as tall as everyone else.
+
+"A-Ah! Sherda gu!"
+
+Nikili apologized to the smaller sualu encircling him, speaking in Emegal with a heavy accent. Walking among them without stepping on someone's tail was quite challenging, especially as he carried a large ceramic jar filled with grains. He wanted to be more of a help than a hindrance, to repay the generosity of Saisa.
+
+It had been a few days since it all happened. Since Quince nearly died. Although their wound had been treated, their arm hadn't fully healed yet, and – according to Ranir's translation – the doctors had advised that they should remain under observation until their arm's strength had returned. Both of them decided that further rest was for the best, even if Quince was still reluctant about staying in Saisa any longer.
+
+They never admitted to it out loud, but Nikili could tell that his companion still felt guilty about running away years ago. But maybe there was something else, another secret of theirs. Still, the mongoose didn't want to bring it up.
+
+However, there was still one disconcerting thing about Quince's condition. And it pertained to them and Suu. As he had promised earlier, the mongoose brought the kobold to meet them. Suu was excited to see his friend once more, safe and sound, but when he saw them, his smile had disappeared. He turned to Nikili and stated, unflinchingly:
+
+"This is not Quince."
+
+Of course, that wasn't true. But it took some explaining to Suu, and yet, the blue kobold didn't seem convinced. Almost as if he couldn't his friend in front of him, despite his perfect vision – and he mentioned something about not 'feeling their voice anymore'.
+
+After the sour reunion, Nikili would ask Ranir about it, and she offered her own insight as abgal. The poison in Quince's wound, fool's saffron, would easily kill a dragon by severing its strong connection to ahašgal – the Great Channel. Tapping into this energy that connects all living beings was how Suu could hear the hearts of others. But since anyone that wasn't a dragon had a much weaker connection to ahašgal, fool's saffron was unlikely to be lethal to them.
+
+But regardless of any lethality, the cat's connection to the Great Channel was heavily damaged when they were stabbed by the laced lance. Thus, it wasn't surprising that the dragon's innate skill didn't reach Quince anymore. Perhaps permanently...
+
+What -was- surprising, especially for Nikili, was how Suu would identify others primarily by the 'heart's voice'. Just like recognizing someone by their voice or appearance. But the dragon seemingly relied much more on his gasham'sag than any other physical characteristics. If that was the case, then could it mean that he would never recognize Quince, the friend who first found him in the marshes, ever again...?
+
+The thought caused Nikili to fear for what would become of their relationship. But he wasn't disheartened. There had to be some way to make Suu realize that Quince was still the same person as always. The scavenger didn't know how...but they had time to come up with any ideas!
+
+As worrisome as it was, at least brainstorming for ideas helped to take his mind off his current duties. Back in Logas, he never did farm work like this, always avoiding any jobs that Nurta would offer him. And yet, here he was, begrudingly hauling wheat around, with the stated purpose of helping Saisa out and trying to fit in. But it'd be more accurate to say that he was killing time during the day, while his two friends were preoccupied...
+
+But he reaped a bit more than just grains. He'd picked up a few words in Emegal – 'hello', 'yes', 'no', 'sorry'...and some new colorful insults. Like 'son of a bull', in reference to the late emperor Ranagas. But 'Kaatian' was still the most common one that he heard. Who knew if they'd stay here for long, and let the people of Saisa be.
+
+Nikili thought back to Suu and Quince. The cat had nothing to do but recover, and the dragon also helped the sualu by being...well, a dragon. Suu continued to undertake Communions with the abgal – only after they'd promised to Nikili that no-one would get stuck inside of anyone, anymore. Supposedly, the rituals would let him hone his supernatural ability of reading hearts even more, and the cat-priests would also strengthen their connection to this Great Channel, whatever that meant.
+
+Yesterday, Nikili tried to watch the šitazi, but his presence caused Suu to be too distracted. His goober of a dragon boyfriend was too worried about his feelings to focus on the ritual, whenever Nikili was close by.
+
+If only he still reacted like that with Quince...
+
+"dumu gud-ka!" One of the sualu shouted when Nikili mindlessly stepped on its tail. She promptly turned around and bit his tail in retaliation.
+
+"Ow–! Sherda gu, sh-sherda gu...! I'm sorry!"
+
+The cat stormed off ahead of the group, muttering under her breath, and Nikili sighed. The crowd passed by him while he stood still, before he walked to the side and sat down on a rock.
+
+It was hopeless, the mongoose thought. He couldn't blend in at all. He could carry heavy stuff around when they needed him to, but being a farmer wasn't the right fit for him, and he felt that he could be more helpful in some other way. Of course, it was selfish of the scavenger to think like that, given that he was simply trying to pay his debt to these people. But he also just couldn't wrap his head around this line of work, unlike most people in Logas. Like Liara, or Nurta...or Ruunk...
+
+...No. He didn't want to think about those two right now. Surely, the other dragon would get her out of trouble. Regardless, he had to be here, for Quince's sake. Those two, and Ludama, and Kaati... All of that should've been the last things on his mind. He didn't want to go back there, much less to his birth town. Not least because going back meant dealing with -her-...
+
+Nikili closed his eyes. There had to be some other way to repay the generosity of Saisa, right...? Even Suu was being helpful and doing his part. But the only thing that the mongoose had ever been good at was fighting, and he'd long left that life behind. He had no axe, nor the will to battle. Nikili promised to himself that would never take up a weapon again, ever.
+
+He raised his head and stared at the sualu moving further and further away, hauling their harvest by hand. No wagons or donkeys to carry them. They didn't seem to mind the extra labor, and kept telling each other jokes – hopefully, not about him. Their boring, unexciting, impractical way of life almost seemed ideal.
+
+But behind the group, Nikili saw a straggler. The black cat was struggling to carry their ceramic jar, and the scavenger stood up and brought it down next to them.
+
+"Silim!" He greeted, and gesticulated that he wanted to help them carry it.
+
+The sualu simply blushed and nodded, before he replied with a meow and hand gestures. They must be one of the sualu that couldn't speak, like Quince. Nikili still thought that it was ingenious that Emegal was spoken not only through voice or writing, but hand signs as well. Although it meant that he had to dedicate himself to learning it even more, in order to communicate properly – and he was embarrassed that his improvised gesturing could come across as mockery.
+
+The mongoose considered that he should try learning the hand signs, in order to understand Quince... But he would still refuse to learn how to read Emegal. It would be a waste of his time.
+
+He leaned forward to grab their jar, only to see what was inside. Barley... A layman may confuse it for the wheat he'd been carrying in his own urn, but he could tell them apart at a glance. Not only that, but this harvest in particular seemed perfect for the idea that sprung in his mind.
+
+Now that he thought about it, there -was- one other thing that he knew how to do well...
+
+"Um, do you know what they're gonna use this for?" Nikili said. "Cause I think I can help them make the most of it...!"
+
+The cat simply furrowed their brows and stared dumbfounded. They didn't understand Kaatian.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+It was pretty late, and the open roads of Saisa were less energetic. There were public oil lamps along the limestone paths, which were being turned on. The sight was unusual to Nikili. In either Logas or Kuir, the lights would only come from individual houses, lit or unlit by those who owned the place however they saw fit. Here, the whole community seemed to do their part, and some sualu went around using bronze rod with a candle at the end, to reach the high lamps and kindle their fire. On his way to the temple, Nikili greeted a sualu carrying one of those rods, who nodded back to him and moved over to the next lamp post.
+
+It seemed that the people here had few things that they didn't all share. They all seemed content to live together, and share their meals, without much in the way of hoarding. Whatever -was- hoarded – knowledge, medicine, textiles, produce – seemed to be only so that it could be later shared. The abgal, the nurses, the weavers, the farmers...all of them didn't mind giving advice or stuff away when someone needed it.
+
+Nikili would've liked to think that it was the same with his little project. There was some hesitation from the sualu at the start, but with the help of Ranir to translate, they've agreed to let him make beer, as long as he taught it to a couple of abgal as well. And despite the language barrier, his lessons went mostly fine...!
+
+But after the long day, it was time to head to bed. Despite the communal housing available for them in the village, the abgal had given Suu permission to spend the night at the temple, so that he could sleep more comfortably in his real form. Of course, the mongoose wanted to sleep with him...or rather, in him. Thanks to Quince, he'd really grown accustomed to the cozy bed that was the dragon's crop. As Nikili walked inside, his boyfriend was still in his kobold form, slightly taller than him.
+
+"Hey, big guy!" The mongoose said with uncharacteristic glee. "Sorry I'm late. I was spending some time with Quince, and–"
+
+Suu turned around when he was called. Under the lamp that was still lit inside, Nikili saw someone in his mouth. A cat, their face behind Suu's teeth, and their body bulging out through his neck. The dilute tabby's smile turned into a guilty fluster, and Suu simply stared back at Nikili with no expression. His tongue would idly lap at the sualu's chin as they stood there, both of them staring at the perplexed mongoose.
+
+"...Oh. I-I see. Wait, isn't that the abgal that I had to, uh, c-climb into you to retrieve...?"
+
+The cat tried to say something, but Suu's pink tongue folded onto its face and pulled it in, before his jaws closed gently. A few gulps pulled them down the ultramarine plates from neck to belly, and Nikili could make the outline of their face under the broad, distended scales. Watching the cat be swallowed alive didn't unsettle the mongoose, since he'd seen it with Quince countless times by now.
+
+"Yes." Suu answered after clearing his maw, while the bulge under his ribs continued to grow noticeably. "They are Ikinla."
+
+Nikili scratched his head, staring at the enlarged and writhing midriff. "Okay. But why swallow them?"
+
+"They wanted me to eat they. No chance today until after šitazi."
+
+"Shitazi...? Do you mean Communion?"
+
+"Yes, Communion. Sorry Ikky, too many thoughts in Emegal..."
+
+When Suu spoke, Nikili had noticed that he used as little body language as possible. The kobold only looked down to gently rub his tummy, since Ikinla's heart desired it, and the mongoose could hear purrs from inside the crop.
+
+"Ah, so you've been learning Emegal too, big guy?"
+
+"Yes. I have no choice. During šita– ...During Communion, I hear thoughts and words like they are my thoughts and words. Ranir said it's ešdaša– ...Oh, sorry. Connection of minds."
+
+"Hmm..." Nikili walked over to the wall and extinguished the lamp. "I remember you or Nurta mentioning something like that, when the two of you met her mother. What was it? A shared consciousness...?"
+
+Suu grunted affirmatively. "Because of Dikuga's gašam-dug and my gašam-sag. It feels the similar, yes."
+
+Nikili lied down next to him, and hearing his heart, Suugal followed suit. The mongoose rubbed his boyfriend's plates gently, which always looked like an uneven pregnant belly like this. But it felt awkward knowing that it was someone other than Quince in there.
+
+The kobold spoke up. "You wanted to tell me news?"
+
+"Me...? Oh, right, I did! So earlier today, I– ...Wait, you already know, don't you?"
+
+"Yes." He said calmly. "I heared it with gašam-sag. But you still want to tell me."
+
+"W-Well, not anymore... There's no point!" Nikili pouted a bit. Surprising his mind-reading boyfriend was impossible.
+
+"I'm sorry, Ikky..."
+
+The scavenger moved his hand to the kobold's blue cheek. "It's okay."
+
+"No. I'm sorry about the trouble I'm causing for you. For Quince."
+
+"O-Oh, you mean..."
+
+Suu assented with a short grunt. That's true, Nikili still had Quince in his mind. Just before meeting Suu, he'd talked with Quince tonight. About the gasham'sag getting blocked because of the poison, and Suu not really recognizing the yellow cat.
+
+Nikili sighed. "I-I dunno, I wanna talk about it, but words are hard..."
+
+"Then don't speak words."
+
+The mongoose immediately understood, remembering that this ability wasn't simply a curse. He didn't have to speak out loud. If he simply thought back to it, Suu could understand what had been troubling him. Maybe even more clearly than himself could understand. So Nikili focused on what he felt earlier, letting Suu sift through his feelings for meaning.
+
+"I understand," he said. "You're worried that I can't speak with Quince anymore."
+
+« Umm, not really. Kinda? » Nikili envisioned his answer in his mind as well. « I'm worried that you'll never get along with Quince again. »
+
+"But I want to! And I know that they are Quince. Because you believe that, and I believe you. But...! But they changed too much."
+
+« Because they lost this connection to the Great Channel...and to you. »
+
+"Yes. Broken ahašgal. Also," Suu paused as he pondered what words to use, "how will I know what Quince feels?"
+
+« What do you mean...? »
+
+"If Quince happy, or sad, or angry, how do I know? Impossible to know."
+
+Nikili shrugged. « Well, I guess you'll have to do it like the rest of us. You can ask them, or read their body language, and you'll know. »
+
+"B-But what if I can't understand? Or what if it's lie? I feel your heart, but your mouth and face and body sometimes lie and say a different thing."
+
+« Hmm, that's true. But it's something you'll have to learn, like I did, I guess. Trust me, I was terrible at reading people, and figuring out what they are trying to say other than their words. I still have a hard time than most other people at being able to tell if someone's hiding something, or if they're sad or lying. Anyway, that's just how it is with people. We have no choice but to talk to each other, and sometimes, we don't tell the truth. Can't do much about it. »
+
+"So...I should learn to listen to Quince...in other ways?"
+
+« Yeah! I'm sure they'll open up and be completely honest with you, 'cause they trust you more than me. You'll figure out what each meow and each trill means in no time. »
+
+"O-Okay...what about hand signs?"
+
+« Oh, of course! I'd forgotten that Quince can use them. It's hard to believe they'd hide that from us...actually, it isn't hard to believe at all. But yeah, if you learn them, that could definitely work! »
+
+Suu tried to smile, flashing his teeth weirdly. Nikili thought it was amusing how awkward his boyfriend was with social cues, and especially cute when he tried to imitate them. But he was trying his best to fit in, ever since he was first introduced to civilization in the last two weeks.
+
+"Well," the mongoose used his normal voice, "I can also ask Ranir if there's any way to heal Quince's channel. Who knows? I'm sure they want that too."
+
+The blue kobold's eyes widened. "You're sure...without reading their heart?"
+
+"I mean, I'll still ask, of course. But there's no reason why Quince would wanna say 'no'. They really wanna get along with you."
+
+"Get along..." Suu repeated the new expression out loud, as he internalized its meaning with how Nikili had felt when he said it.
+
+"Yeah! Like how the two of us get along."
+
+The mongoose smiled as joyous thoughts of him and Suu flooded his mind – thoughts that didn't go unnoticed to the transformed dragon. He pulled Nikili closer, smooshing his engorged belly to the flat and furry midriff, meeting snouts and kissing him the way the scavenger liked it. Nikili was surprised, but he admitted to himself that he was enamored with Suu taking charge like this.
+
+Without breaking their kiss, the mongoose began to undress to match the kobold, his erection eager to pop out from the green skirt hiding it away. He tossed his garment away, and Suu rolled both of them over. Pinning down his boyfriend underneath him, he let his hemipenes emerge around Nikili's red shaft.
+
+"You want me to turn into dragon," Suu dictated Nikili's desires as sensually as his monotonic tenor voice could manage. "And you want to hide in my testicle again, for the whole night."
+
+"Mmf...! S-S-Suu, I..." Nikili's light-brown face was violently red. "Y-Yeah, but what of the smell...? No matter how much peppermint cream they gave me to clean myself, I think I still s-stink like your ball... Mf..."
+
+Suu didn't answer. He scooted down, crawling backwards and taking his face further away from Nikili's head and closer to his crotch. There was yet another urge in the mongoose's mind, and the kobold would satisfy it first. Suu brought his chin right up against Nikili's sheath, and gave a long and slow lick to the erect spire, from base to tip.
+
+"H-Hnnng...f-fuck..." He panted between words. "B-But Suu...! The cat in your belly...and my cum... If you swallow–"
+
+"Not the same. Ikinla, crop. Ikky, stomach."
+
+With that, Suu brought his maw down, spreading it wide to fit Nikili's dick inside in one motion. Even his ballsack was taken in by his lower jaw. The transformed dragon rumbled as best as he could at the taste, and the mongoose moaned lustfully. Suu's wide tongue moved lower as he kept his jaws secured around the loins, licking the furry perineum of his boyfriend.
+
+Nikili wanted to buck his hips and thrust into Suu's mouth, but the taller reptile was already ahead of him. He'd begun bobbing his head, licking and slurping the whole length all the way to his throat. The maw wasn't too warm, but the mongoose still loved that familiar feeling. Copious drool rained down onto the short fur, his sloppy blowjob quickly getting Nikili to the brink of his climax.
+
+No matter how close Suu's teeth got to his skin, they'd never touch it. The dragon was always worried about causing him, or anyone, any harm. He could tell that the cat currently inside of him was blissful, and certainly not minding the fun that the couple was having on the other side. And, of course, he could press Ikky's buttons with no more than a few well-placed licks. It was easy to make everyone happy when he knew their deepest desires. But what if he didn't know them? He really hoped that Quince's severed ahašgal could be mended...
+
+The mongoose couldn't take the inviting pull of Suu's throat any longer, and he started pumping out hot seed directly into the ravenous tunnel. Each rope getting dutifully swallowed – hopefully filling the emptier of his two chambers, and not washing over the sualu. Nikili tried to cover his mouth, muffling his moans to anyone else that might be walking next the temple this late. But soon, he'd be spent, and the scavenger would lay limply on the ground, with his boyfriend's jaws still locked around his junk and tongue still taking in his earthy flavor.
+
+« Fuck... » Nikili was still mute after his orgasm, watching the kobold raise his head after slurping the rest of his seed. « You have no idea how much I fucking love you, big guy. »
+
+"I have." Suu asserted flatly. He licked his lips and crawled to Nikili's side. "Do you want to hide in me now?"
+
+The thought sprung in Nikili's mind at the suggestion. But before he could even utter a 'yes', his boyfriend transformed. There was no time to react when a large squamous paw snapped shut around him, and raised him off the ground, upside down. It was a sudden but careful motion, and even in Suugal's gentle grasp, Nikili's heart beat loudly in his chest. The claws craned him over in the darkness. He couldn't see anything, but he knew exactly where he was headed.
+
+His face was rubbed against something that kept it in a tight grip, its masculine stench crashing directly into his nose. The mongoose's body was still pointing down, aligned with the urethra that extended downwards in front of him. Nikili heard the dragon's rumble, and a colossal claw pushed right against his backside. The thumb nudged him right in, and in one fell swoop, he sank into the hemipenis up to his knees.
+
+The huge penis seemed even hungrier for him this time around! The walls offered even less resistance as he sank. The mongoose tried to wiggle, but the walls did little to hold him in place, and he slipped down far enough that his legs fully vanished through the entrance, just as quickly as the dragon could've snapped him in his jaws!
+
+Since Suu hadn't ejaculated earlier, the urethra was much cleaner this time around. And Nikili was sliding down the large shaft much more quickly. In part thanks to gravity, and in part since there wasn't so much fluid obstructing his path. But the smell wasn't any better, and slipping through what felt like a leather tube was just as chaotic this time around. Surrounded by globs of precum that began to form, Nikili kept his maw shut to avoid swallowing it again, inhaling heavy musk through his nostrils in order to breath. He was already tired, spent from the workday and from Suu's incredible blowjob, and the ride down the draconic cock was dizzying.
+
+Without any effort from his boyfriend to push him down, the mongoose made progress through the shaft, his erect cock scraping along the entire wall like a blade of reed drawing a long line on moist clay. The thought of his cock – let alone his whole body – being enveloped by Suu's only heightened his libido, and dispelled any reservations he had. Nikili wanted to crawl into the dragon's testicle again, and have the place all for himself.
+
+Suu was more than happy to fulfill the surfaced urge. He relaxed his body, rumbling at the fairly alien sensation of something small yet perceptible plunging through the ducts in his body; decreasing the distance to the destination without any concerted effort on his or Nikili's part. But the stimulation was enjoyable for both of them. Especially Suu, who could tap into the mongoose's ecstasy as well
+
+Without any outside forces, the scavenger still felt his slim body get dragged along to the testicle awaiting him. He imagined that the dragon must've lied on his back, then arched his body, to turn the entire trip, from cocktip to sphincter, into a single slide. In essence, Suu was sending him down as lazily as possible, making up for the lack of powerful muscles like the ones in his throat to guide anyone into his crop.
+
+That reminded him...Ikinla was still in Suugal's crop when he'd transformed. They were likely still in there, in a larger version of the organ. And as they slept the night in their calm bedroom, Nikili was due for a much more turbulent stay in the organ that he'd just begun to enter.
+
+It was even busier inside of the testicle than his first time. Suu hadn't reached a climax himself, so all of his fresh unspent cum was simply sloshing and churning inside, with nothing to do except for welcoming Nikili. He landed into the goopy bath, and paddled his arms through the viscous draconic seed in order to surface his head. The mongoose took a long, deep breath of that intoxicating odor, filling his lungs with heavy but breathable air.
+
+"Puh...!" He spat out some of the cum on his lips. « Fuck... I-I can't believe that, after all this time, you could simply just...shove me in! It's so simple...and so hot and sticky. »
+
+Suu rumbled happily in response, though Nikili could tell that there was a hint of lust in his tone. The whole place turned upside-down, as the dragon rolled onto his belly to stay more comfortable. He didn't want to release the mongoose just yet, enduring his own horniness and hiding his erect shafts until morning came. It was what Nikili wanted, after all.
+
+When the creamy pool finally settled, the scavenger found a position where he could keep his back along the wall, in order to keep his snout from being submerged. « I-I think I can sleep like this... Are you sure I won't run out of air or anything? »
+
+His large feral boyfriend rumbled affirmatively once again. Nikili trusted him.
+
+« Wonderful... Good night, big guy. Gods, I'm gonna be smelling like this forever... » The mongoose didn't directly think it, but the thought of it was exhilarating. « Hf... D-Don't mind me while I'm here. Just gotta do one thing b-before I fall asleep... »
+
+Nikili's paw had already grabbed his cock as he 'spoke'. He simply couldn't help himself. And he started to jack himself off, having to fight the weight of batter with his arm. Each stroke was slower and harder, but the struggle only added to his horniness. He panted as he collected the last of his energy to masturbate. His entire fur was coated in the lustful cream, and even his lungs felt heavy with the oppressive air.
+
+It wasn't hard to bring himself to another climax, considering how hot the whole experience of being trapped in his boyfriend's testicle was. His penis throbbed once again inside of Suu, with no seed to expend this time around. Nikili immediately slumped back, riding the high once more as the wrinkled walls continued to massage and lull him with its churns. It wasn't as quiet or peaceful as his usual bed in the big guy's crop, but he was too spent and blissful to be bothered.
+
+With a tired smile, before a tireless sleep would overtake him, he wondered if this was the same testicle from the first time. Or if he had even gone into the same hemipenis on his trip down or not...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Despite being told to go to the infirmary straight away, Ranir wasn't in a rush. There were a few people to greet – and a few arguments to resolve – throughout Saisa. As always, most of the responsibilities fell on her lap. But even at sixty-four years old, she was committed to helping her fellow sualu.
+
+Once everything urgent – if you could call trivial bickering 'urgent' – had been dealt with, she calmly crossed the village, towards Quince's room. The gray tabby greeted every cat on the way, young and old, then every doctor and nurse in the infirmary, before walking through the reed curtain to meet the trio awaiting her.
+
+Ranir smiled, barely showing her advanced age. "Good, you all are here–" She sniffed the air. "...There it is, that awful strong smell again."
+
+Nikili glanced away, coyly, hiding the blush on his face behind the taller kobold by his side. And Quince was sitting on the bed, standing up to greet Ranir with a mew. Their arms moved, gesturing 'I feel better now' in Emegal. She watched their bandaged right arm with a skeptical look, since Quince had been bedridden for so long. The mute cat themself slowly undid the tie on the clean cloth, unwrapping the fabric and removing it. On the yellow fur, there was a bright blue scar about two inches wide. But the tissue was fully healed, by the looks of it.
+
+Nikili smiled. "Heh... You're really tough, Quince. I knew you'd pull through."
+
+"Indeed." Ranir agreed in a language that the Kaatian could understand. "But is your Quince good enough to leave? If they aren't fully healed, then–"
+
+A sharp swish cut the air, after the quince-colored sualu pulled out a knife from their leather belt. Holding it in their injured arm, they swung it around viciously, as if slicing an imaginary opponent in front of them. Their grip didn't grow weak, and their slashes were fluid. Once they felt that they'd given a good show, Quince stepped back.
+
+The other three people were surprised – even Suu, for once. Although he'd learned that turning back into a dragon wasn't always the best course of action, and kept his fright in check.
+
+"Hm." Ranir was the first to speak after the cat had gotten her tongue. "And you don't feel any pain...?"
+
+Quince shook their head, and slipped their pocket knife back into its pocket.
+
+Nikili's disconcertment was somewhere between that of the other two. "I-I don't think I ever saw you brandish that knife before, Quince..."
+
+"They appear to be in good health, and that's all that matters." The abgal scratched her chin. "And as we discussed before, the plan is to let your Quince participate in šitazi with our abgal, and see if there is any recovery to their ahašgal as a result. I assume the Kaatian already explained that to you...?"
+
+Quince looked away, with a tormented expression on their face. They replied with a long sequence of gestures... Nikili could only understand a 'yes, but...' at the beginning.
+
+Ranir shook her head, and looked to Nikili. "Hm. That is concerning."
+
+"What? What is concerning?"
+
+"Your Quince doesn't want to do it if it means staying in Saisa. Now that they are better, they want to return Kaati as soon as possible."
+
+Nikili looked down to the feline at half his height. "Return...? B-But it's not safe! They are looking for us, and l-look at what Ludama did to you...! Besides, we can't be sure that the safe place that Ruunk wanted us to go really is safe or not. We should stay here, at least a while longer..."
+
+"'But what if Ruunk is in danger?'" Ranir interpreted Quince's gestures. "'And what of our house in Lagazi?'"
+
+"...Do you mean Logas?"
+
+"...'Logas'. I mistranslated."
+
+Nikili glanced at Ranir, and he couldn't shake the feeling that she was lying. But that wasn't important right now.
+
+"Quince, I know you wanna go back to the way things were. And I do too. But our house...I-I don't–"
+
+"It's okay, Kaatian." The abgal spoke up. "It's my fault for not giving the three of you enough time to decide between yourselves. Although I want nothing bad to befall any allies of Saisa, it is your choice to stay or not." She then walked closer to Quince, and spoke with some hesitation. "I have no right to force you to stay any longer than you want. But your friends want you to be better. Your arm is better, but your ahašgal isn't. Until you decide, it won't hurt to attempt šitazi and see if that helps."
+
+Quince seemed torn on the issue...but they conceded with a nod and two trills.
+
+"At least, I assume it won't hurt. Communion has never been tried before in these circumstances, after all. Now then, you and the ušumgal should head to the temple. You haven't finished studying to become an abgal, but that is not an issue – Kunia will be there to instruct you."
+
+The yellow cat nodded, and saw a large blue arm extended towards them. Suu offered his hand to Quince. The feline took their friend's paw and both of them walked out together.
+
+Nikili noticed, for the first time in a long while, the tiniest smile manifest on Quince's face before they went outside.
+
+He and Ranir lingered longer in the infirmary's room. The mongoose could see that the abgal's placid expression had been replaced with a pensive one, deep in thought. Nikili's own head was filled with weird doubts. For a moment, everything appeared normal once again. But at the same time, nothing seemed familiar anymore.
+
+"...Oh!" He suddenly remembered. "I should get back to the abgals. I was gonna teach them the final steps about making beer."
+
+"No," Ranir snapped from her thoughts. "First, come with me. We will pass them on the way and tell them that you'll be late, but then I wish to speak alone with you."
+
+The mongoose gulped. "O-Okay..."
+
+\*\*\*
+
+They climbed up the footpath to the quarry. This time, the plain-dwelling mongoose wasn't short on breath by the end of the short trail uphill. There was half a dozen people chipping at a large limestone block on the mountain with bronze chisels. Almost all of them were sualu, except for two normal ones...maybe it'd be more fitting to say that sualus were the 'normal ones' in Saisa. People like Nikili were the minority around Saisa.
+
+Apparently, when Ranir meant 'to speak alone', she meant coming to this place, from where they could see the village down below. They were at earshot of the workers, but they'd only be speaking in Kaatian.
+
+"You know," he finally broke the silence, staring down at the buildings erected on the Szogors Mountains, "I was wondering... We saw ruins in the marshes south of Logas, and they all looked a lot like the temple and the other buildings around here."
+
+Ranir nodded. "Hm. In Zugul? Those are ancient constructions of the sualu. They were abandoned since many generations before I was born, when the marshes overtook the old village. You told me that you and your Quince were scavengers, no? Perhaps you found artifacts similar to ours inside of them."
+
+"Y-Yeah...now that I think about it, the pot I was carrying the other day was pretty familiar. The markings really reminded me of an urn that we found there, in the same place as Suu."
+
+She turned silent again. Why was she so broody if she wanted to talk, Nikili wondered...
+
+"Um...why did you bring me here?"
+
+"...I wanted to personally thank you, Kaatian, for bringing back our lost art. The abgal are pleased."
+
+"Lost art...? But I only taught them how to make beer out of barley bread like I do."
+
+"Mhm. It's an important part of our culture. One that we sadly thought lost when Lagazi was destroyed by Kaati, and we had to flee to this place." Ranir paused, but as the mongoose appeared curious, she continued. "I don't think I told you of our ancient history. Of how the sualu were the first people to confront the dragons while they ruled the marshes covering all of the Two Rivers."
+
+"Confront...? Like battling them?"
+
+"No... 'Confront' is not a good translation for 'te-ĝe'. The better word is 'approach'. But out of all people, the gods blessed us with the chance to unite with the ušumgal. The dragonkind, blessed by gašam and ahašgal; and the sualu, the weakest of all peoples..."
+
+"The weakest?"
+
+"Of course. We are small and lack physical strength. And we are born men, women, or gala. A third of us – like your Quince – cannot have children. Many of us can't utter words, also like your Quince. In that way, we sualu are weak, and denying it does no good. As the old history goes, we had been subjugated by every other people, and forced to roam the western desert as a nomad tribe. The desert that the Kaatians call Fool's Hope."
+
+"Hmm... This had to be many hundreds of years ago, if the marshes still covered all of the Two Rivers." He concluded, and Ranir nodded. "But then, why didn't the dragons try to subjugate them too?"
+
+The abgal smiled. "When the sualu were pursued and fled to the marshes, the gods must have pitied us. They gave three gifts to the first abgal-sualu, who then gave them to the dragons, so that we could finally live in harmony. The first was Emegal, the language of gods and dragons. It gave us the knowledge about ahašgal and its rituals, and the power to write and read, that knowledge could live on after the body dies. The second was beer, to be offered and shared in goodwill of our newfound friendship."
+
+"Language and beer... And the third?"
+
+"We don't know. But our history says it must have been three. With the three gifts, as per the gods' will, we befriended the dragons, and our peoples would be forever connected by fate. All because of one ritual."
+
+"Communion," Nikili answered, "that makes sense to me, I guess. But then, you're saying the sualu invented brewing and writing?"
+
+"No, the gods did. But we were the ones deemed worthy to receive these gifts."
+
+"Hmm, I thought that Kaati had created them..."
+
+Ranir scoffed. "It would make sense that Kaati would teach that lie. But we sualu know better than to steal – and claim as ours – what the gods gifted to us. These three gifts are much older than Kaati, or Zugul. They are even older than when we started calling ourselves sualu, which is an Emegal word. The gods made them, just like they made the world and its peoples, but only shared the secrets when the sualu needed them. And we tried to preserve both of them, but much has been lost to time, tragedy, and falsehoods."
+
+"But I only learned how to make beer from my mom...and I didn't even get it right until I started experimenting on my own! Besides, a bunch of places in Kaati make beer...although most of it tastes like mud."
+
+"Hm. Perhaps your mother learned from the sualu...?"
+
+"I don't think so...actually, I don't know. She used to tell me bedtime stories about dragons, but not about cat-people or anything. I thought they were all fiction."
+
+The gray tabby's eyes gleamed. "Stories of dragons...? Then perhaps, the gods wanted their lost gift to return to us. And they did so through your mother, and you."
+
+"The gods wanted it...?"
+
+"Mhm. I'm sure of it."
+
+Nikili was very skeptical. Claiming that he'd been guided to this place by a higher power was ludicrous, right?
+
+"But I don't understand one thing. You said that the sualu befriended the dragons, and...then what?"
+
+"We lived in peace for many centuries, until our peoples eventually went their separate ways."
+
+"Why? What happened?"
+
+"I don't know."
+
+"Okay," he continued, "but then, answer me this. If the sualu, who were the weakest people like you said, were being subjugated...and then they met with these dragons, who are huge and super-strong and immortal... Why didn't they use that power against their subjugators?"
+
+"...You mean, oppressing them?"
+
+"N-No, not oppressing them. More like...protecting themselves against them."
+
+"Through power and coercion? That is oppresion, only the roles would be reversed. Our 'subjugators' would have endured the pain that we endured. Instead of Kaati's bronze-fisted rule, nowadays, we would have an empire of sualu and dragons, and uncountable suffering would be inflicted on everyone else. And those under the fist of oppression would desire vengeance. But vengeance only brings more pain, and it doesn't make the destruction smaller, only bigger... Besides, the dragons are people too. Not tools to be used by others."
+
+"But...maybe things wouldn't be like that."
+
+"Wherever people seek power to subjugate others, and then seek to maintain that power, the only conclusion is destruction. And that destruction can be on many levels. A whole town, burned to the ground. A whole culture and history, twisted into an unrecognizable lie. Or someone's talents and dreams, being tossed away for the sake of maintaining the hierarchy."
+
+"But I don't think these are the same thing...are they?"
+
+Ranir took a long pause, trying to think of how to convey her story.
+
+"I have told you the whole story of when Kaati invaded Lagazi, no? Twenty-two years ago. You were probably not even born."
+
+"I was one year old. And Quince was two and lost their parents. And the other abgals died, and only you were left."
+
+"Hm, that is correct. By that point, we had lost almost all contact with the ušumgal by then. Maybe they could have protected us, but like I said, they aren't tools, and our paths had diverged. And we had no need of them for ages. We had other allies, like Kaati before Ranagas usurped the throne. I suspect he must have heard about this connection of the sualu to dragons, despite it being our secret. The story of the first Communion, that I just told you. He wanted power, and the dragons threatened that power, so he destroyed us. Countless lives were lost...just because he was afraid that the sualu could make him lose his power."
+
+"So it's like you said. He wanted more power and it only led to destruction..." Nikili thought for a bit. "Hmm, but then you lost all knowledge about making beer in the chaos, right? You really don't think that the gods allowed this tragedy, only to then have -me- bring it back, do you?"
+
+"I believe that is true, yes." She spoke bleakly, but assertively. "It was tragic, but such are the threads of time that the gods have spun. Maybe they failed to act, or maybe this was their plan all along. No matter what, not even the gods themselves can go back in time and change history."
+
+The mongoose was stupefied. He was taught that the Kaatian gods always knew right from wrong, and never made mistakes. Because of that, he had a hard time believing in them. Now, the words of Ranir, the abgal of the sualu, rang somber in his ears; but in a Manner, they were also a relief.
+
+"But we, sualu, aren't innocent either. We have done violence as well. Not as murderous as Kaati under Ranagas, but who knows how many lives were ruined..."
+
+"How come?"
+
+"It was only when we fled from the destruction, and made our way to this village, that I realized how restrictive and backwards our society was. But then, all of the other abgal were dead. I was only one priest, and they all turned to me for guidance."
+
+"Priest?" Nikili tilted his head. "Do you mean priestess?"
+
+"There was no such meaning in Emegal. An 'abgal' could only be a man. Women and gala were not allowed to lead, as per the old code of the abgal."
+
+"But, what of all those abgal who are women, or gala, like you said? ...Even you aren't a man."
+
+"Mm. No, I'm not a man. But because of a mistake, everyone thought that I was one, ever since my birth. Because of what my body looked like. My body fit the expectations of what a man should look like. But I knew I was a woman, I always did. No-one else did. Everyone saw this man instead of me, and that man was a lie. He was not me.
+
+"With time, I learned that there was only thing I could do. I had to lie to myself, and force myself to believe it, too. And in living that lie, as the gods would have it, I became an abgal. But when I performed šitazi, I felt my connection to the Great Channel. And, with the weaker form of gašam that said connection gave me, never before I felt so strongly who I really was. A woman.
+
+"But no-one else knew. I still had to lie for others. The elders back then would never accept a woman among them. ...But you know of the tragedy that happened. Now, the other abgal are all with the gods, and I'm the only one left. I was struck by grief for their deaths, but maybe that was also a sign of the gods. A sign that anyone, even a woman, could be an abgal."
+
+Nikili interrupted. "But didn't you say that being born in that body was a mistake...?"
+
+"No. Every life is a gift from the gods. This body and this mind are no different. And I humbly accept both of these gifts, and I interpret that they were meant to be exactly this way. The mistake was not in how I looked, but in others judging me by the appearance of my body, rather than who I am. I'm sure the gods wanted for me to be a woman, and also to have this body."
+
+"Huh. That's a lot to wrap my head around... S-Sorry, I don't mean to offend. I've just never heard of that before."
+
+"Mm. Just keep thinking of me as a woman. You'll understand." Ranir sighed in reminiscence. "When we came to Saisa, and I was the last abgal, I was also afraid of telling the other sualu that I was a woman. But to my surprise, they all understood. And they agreed to break the old code, not only for my sake. Men, women, and gala could all choose to be abgal, or caretakers, or farmers, or healers, and so on, without prejudice.
+
+"Some were reluctant and wanted to cling to the old ways, and claimed that the gods would have wanted it to remain as it had for many generations before us. But I believe that everything that my entire life was proof that they wanted our code to evolve. Changing everyone's minds wasn't easy. But after working through our differences, I don't think a single soul would want to return to the outdated ways."
+
+Nikili slowly shook his head. "Changing everyone's minds... I can't even imagine something like that going on in Kaati. You made an accepting society all on your own–"
+
+"No. It became better, but it sadly wasn't accepting for all or everything. Otherwise, your Quince wouldn't have fled years ago. They felt that they had no place here...and as their teacher, I realize that I pushed them too hard. I demanded too much of them, without realizing my own errors at the time."
+
+"But it wasn't all your fault. You told me that Quince was an orphan, and that they didn't have any friends. Maybe if things had been different–"
+
+"Maybe. But I was trying to make Quince fit into our society. I thought that making them fit was the same as making things better for them. But in the end, I was making the same mistake as my own elders and outdated customs, which dictated who I had to be. Now I realize that it's not people that need to change, it's society that needs to change for its people."
+
+"But how can you even change society? Unless everyone has a change of heart, it's impossible!"
+
+"Hm. I think that everyone has the same compassion for others, deep down. But laws and habits and power can make it easy to ignore the struggle of everyone else, even if it's the same as ours. I don't think we can change everyone at once, but we can slowly make things better if one person at a time comes to that realization... And even still, it wouldn't be perfect."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"Because there will still be suffering. Diseases, tragedies, misunderstandings are unavoidable. But as long as we help the most people we can, then there's nothing better that we can strive for."
+
+"Nothing better...? But what about Quince? You said that society failed them, and that you failed them, and that's why they left. Surely you can help them."
+
+"Yes, but..."
+
+"But what?"
+
+She shook her head rigidly. "They won't accept my help. They still seek to run away when I talk to them, as you saw earlier."
+
+"I mean, yeah... I dunno what happened in the past, but they still seem pretty hurt about it. I'd probably be cynical if I were Quince."
+
+"Then there's nothing I can do." The abgal stated resolutely. "If they don't want a second chance, I will respect that."
+
+"What if the second chance you're offering isn't really what they want, though? What if they need the space without, I dunno, feeling like they're getting in the way or stepping on your heels?"
+
+"...What are you asking me to do, Kaatian?"
+
+Nikili could feel the impatience in her voice, and started getting worked up as well. "I dunno! Change the laws again! You are the leader of the sualu, right? Because the gods chose you or because the people trust you, or both, I guess. You can make things around here better for people like Quince."
+
+"How can I? You're asking me to abuse my power for the sake of a single sualu, and as I have told you, undue power will only lead to destruction. Maybe not death, but destruction of the soul, or the harmony that our society has."
+
+"Then what good is your power to lead?! ...Sorry, but I just can't accept empty promises anymore."
+
+Ranir kicked a rock downhill. She wanted to tell the Kaatian how stupid and rude he was for speaking to an abgal like this. But blowing up on his face wouldn't do either of them any good, and she did what she could do best when she had to solve altercations: taking the higher stance.
+
+"...I'm not perfect. I do not know everything, as much as the other sualu would have you believe. And when you live for more than a threescore of years, you make more mistakes than most. I regret a lot, but I'll only know peace in death... But you are right. I am too afraid to apologize to your friend. On the other hand, I'm no god or dragon, I am just a woman. And sometimes, I don't realize. If I had gašam-sag like your friend, maybe I could know what they wanted. But even so, I have to think of the well-being of everyone.
+
+"And on the matter of compassion, I do not want to make empty promises. If you, your Quince, and your dragon friend stay in Saisa, you can help us not fumble over the same mistakes over and over. You wouldn't be the first exiles from Zuit or Kaati that we welcome here. But I can't promise that everything will be perfect. Mistakes will be inevitable on the way, but we will learn, and society will improve, one person at a time. Even an old lady like me can learn new things. If I didn't have anything left to learn...well, I think the gods wouldn't have wanted for me to live this long. But I said enough about me, or my throat will be sore. I think you should speak to your friends, and if you decide so, you can call Saisa your home as well."
+
+Nikili took a long, deep breath, and he stood up.
+
+"Is this why you wanted to talk to me? To convince me to stay...and then have me convince Quince and Suu for you."
+
+Ranir continued to sit down, wearing a tired expression that showed her age. "...Don't get me wrong. I do think it's for the best. All of you will be safer here, and that's why the gods guided you here. You can continue to help us recreate our original gift. Your ušumgal friend can continue to perform Communion. And if your Quince wanted to, they could go back to being trained as an abgal. If they don't want to, we will not judge them, but they will have every opportunity we can afford."
+
+"It may be a safe haven for now, but what if Kaati comes after us? They wanted us dead! What about the danger that we pose for Saisa simply by staying?"
+
+"I doubt there is any danger. And if – if...! – they come for you, then they may as well come for all sualu of Saisa. After all, they've wanted us dead for twenty-two years."
+
+Nikili faced away from the tabby, and towards the footpath. "I... Th-There's a lot I need to think about. And I'm sorry for snapping at you, b-but thanks for being honest about the sualu and yourself. I'll– I'll go back to the other abgals now."
+
+"Mm."
+
+The sun was much higher in the sky, but it felt colder. And Nikili felt so little and naïve under its light. It was a weird sense of unrelenting emptiness. As if so many things revolved about him, but he was powerless to do anything. As if the core of what he knew was a lie, and he only had misguided questions and wrong answers. And he felt afraid of the days to come. But most of all, he was anxious about one thought swirling on the surface of his mind: Had the gods really guided them here?
+
+That was impossible! Utterly, absolutely impossible. And yet...
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Nikili's day went about as usual despite the long talk with Ranir, and he noted how everything seemed to fall into a routine. Suddenly, being so far away from home and struggling to communicate with these people – most of which didn't understand a single word of Kaatian – even felt normal. More than a shared language, patience went a long way to help them coexist and get along.
+
+Everything he'd experienced so far made him feel like a misfit. And yet, he had found a place for himself here. All three of them did. The mongoose was tempted to leave his whole past behind, and start over.
+
+After his class on beer-making, he took some alone time to ruminate on his thoughts and what Ranir had said. When he got back to the temple, it was almost evening. Although his body was still energized, Nikili felt exhausted, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But when he finally saw Suu and Quince together, he was elated, as if he hadn't seen them in ages.
+
+"Hey, Quince, big guy!"
+
+The two of them turned around, and they also seemed happy to see him. Quince rushed towards him on their four paws, passing by the abgal that were just leaving the temple after today's Communion, and lunged towards Nikili.
+
+"W-Woah!" He wrapped his arms around his suddenly clingy companion, holding them so they wouldn't fall from their chest. "I missed you too, Quinc– Eck. You smell funky..."
+
+It was the first time the yellow cat had shown him affection since they'd come here. With one arm underneath to hold them, he rubbed the ear with a brown blotch of fur, and they purred in response. Nikili soon got used to Suu's smell on the small feline.
+
+The kobold got close to them, unsure of what to do. The mongoose simply leaned forward and gave a smooch to the side of his scaly snout. In response, Suu tried to awkwardly smile, and while still cradling Quince, Nikili hugged his boyfriend around the shoulder and pulled him closer.
+
+"I missed both of you. And I don't wanna lose you, ever again. We're family, right?"
+
+The purring cat kept their eyes closed and continued to tenderly nuzzle their face against Nikili's chest. Suu leaned his head against the scavenger's shoulder and breathed deeply, with cheerful humming coming from his throat as he was unable to replicate his dragon rumbles in this form.
+
+"So...how was your day? Did Communion work with you two?"
+
+The kobold answered monotonically. "Quince is telling me when you appeared. They sayed– They said they have fun."
+
+"Did they...?" Nikili pat them, and they let out a happy pair of trills. "Does that mean it worked? Can you hear their heart again?"
+
+"No... But I learn to listen to what they say, like you said. They say with hand signs in Emegal, and I trust the words. We get along!"
+
+"Th-That's good, at least! And you learned the gestures in Emegal simply from Communion, right? When you connect your mind with the abgal that already know the gestures, and you pick up on them."
+
+Suu hummed in affirmation. The scavenger remembered something that Ranir had said, that Emegal was the language of gods and dragons, which was 'gifted' to the sualu as well. Maybe there were dragons out there that still knew Emegal? Nurta didn't, since she'd locked away her memories. And Suu didn't really need to learn it until now, since he could listen to hearts. But now he had to learn every word from scratch for Quince's sake...
+
+"Not every word." The kobold blurted out.
+
+"Hm?"
+
+"I knew some words. But only when I meet other dragons, like Nurta, through gašam."
+
+"Oh... I remember Nurta mentioning something like that too. She could 'feel' the name gasham'sag when she was close to you, as well as what it meant. And you could feel her gasham too...what was it called?"
+
+"gašam-galga. The words in Emegal, they mean 'specialty of logic'."
+
+"Oh, they have meanings in Emegal too...? I thought they were just random names."
+
+"Yes, they have meanings, but I didn't knew too. With Nurta, I could feel the name gašam-galga, and its meaning, and the essence of who she is. But the name doesn't translate as the meaning."
+
+"You mean that the name and the meaning aren't the same?" He asked, and Suu agreed. "That's odd... But, that essence, what is it?"
+
+"I can recognize her from distance. Not just with voice of heart, but her gašam as well. Every dragon has different essence. Ranir isn't a dragon, but I recognize the essence of gašam in her. Now, the other abgal have essence of gašam too. All different essences, but no name or meaning for gašam."
+
+"Because of Communion, and the Great Channel..."
+
+That made perfect sense to Nikili, if what he'd learned from the sualu about the Great Channel was right. Every living being should've been connected to it, but dragons seemed to have a stronger connection. Not only that, but their special abilities – their gasham – must have been something on top of that connection, something that only they could have. And it seemed intrinsically related to the Emegal language, somehow.
+
+Could it be that the tales from his childhood – of dragons being messengers of the gods – were all true...?
+
+"Sorry, Ikky, I don't know."
+
+"O-Oh, I wasn't asking you, big guy. I was just thinking to myself..."
+
+Quince turned in his arms and looked up with a confused expression, being the only one that didn't know what was going on in the mongoose's head.
+
+"It's not important, Quince, really. I'm just happy that you two had fun, even if Communion didn't really work like we expected." He smelled Quince's fur when the cat brushed their face against his snout. "Eugh... -Lots- of fun, by the smell of it."
+
+Quince chuckled and jumped from his arms, and looked around the temple to make sure they were finally alone. They turned to Suu before making hand gestures.
+
+"Quince thinks it's bedtime. Before you arrive, Quince said they wanted to go in me. I said I'm wary that I can't hear their voice still, and I might hurt Quince without knowing. But if Ikky is with Quince, that would be okay."
+
+"Yeah? Of course I'll be happy if we both sleep together in you, big guy! Like we used to do in Zugul. If you don't mind, of course!" He looked around, the place really reminding him of that ruined temple in Zugul. "But um... Quince, there's something I wanna ask first."
+
+The sualu turned around, facing their blue scar away from Nikili. The mongoose knelt to meet their eye level.
+
+"Ranir was talking to me about the sualu...about her...and some other stuff, but mostly about us staying here. She wanted to convince me that we should stay here, where we'll be safe and happy. I dunno how much of that is true...but I -do- know that you don't want to stay."
+
+Quince pouted and crossed their arms.
+
+"I just want to know why that is. Do you hate Ranir? Or this place? Do you really miss our home? Or do you still think that you need to run away, like you've done before?"
+
+The yellow feline looked uneasy, and made a single gesture in the air. Suu didn't need to translate it for him; from his lessons on how to make beer, Nikili had learned the word 'galam' and its gesture from when his explanation was hard to follow.
+
+"'Complicated'... Yeah, I can imagine you feel that way. Do you also think it's complicated to think about because of Lagazi – or should I say, Logas?"
+
+Quince looked down, feeling even more coy.
+
+"Yeah... I knew that Ranir didn't misinterpret you earlier. I just connected the dots. But that's okay, Quince. If you don't wanna talk, you know that it's alright by me. I just wanna know if it's important for you that we go back home."
+
+They didn't hesitate to gesture 'yes'.
+
+"Alright, then. I wanted to be sure."
+
+He stood back up, and the cat quickly gestured a sentence. The mongoose didn't understand it, and he looked at Suu to see if they could translate the Emegal.
+
+"Um... Quince asked, 'aren't you going to try to convince me to stay now?'"
+
+"Oh, no, Quince." Nikili answered with a resolute smile. "I'm not gonna convince you, because I -also- wanna go back to Kaati! I... L-Let's say I have my own reasons, too. But if anything, we should go to my home town first, where Nurta wanted to meet us. Alright? Then you can get me back for bringing you here, and tease me about my embarrassing past."
+
+The sualu was surprised at his response. It was rare for them to ever agree on something as important – and likely reckless – as this. But they beamed with the outcome.
+
+"But Ikky," Suu asked meekly, "what of Saisa...?"
+
+"Hm? What about this place, big guy?"
+
+"If I leave, the abgal...Ikinla, Kunia, Ranir... They will be sad."
+
+It dawned on Nikili that he hadn't considered asking Suu if he wanted to go back to Kaati or stay. Here, he could be a dragon without raising alarms, and nobody would judge their unusual relationship. But he didn't want him to go their separate ways. Apprehensively, he mentalized the question, as the words simply wouldn't come out from his mouth from nervousness.
+
+The blue kobold took a long, hard pause, then huffed. "...I wanna go with Ikky and Quince."
+
+Both scavengers sighed in relief. "G-Good... I'm glad, big guy. I really think we should all stick together, no matter what happens. I'm gonna make arrangements for us to leave tomorrow. This time, you're not simply sneaking out from Saisa when no-one's looking."
+
+Quince grumbled at Nikili's teasing, who gave them a chuckle followed by head pats. Suu quietly stood and watched his two dear friends, beaming himself as his boyfriend's happiness was pretty infectious towards his gašam-sag.
+
+And, for the briefest of moments, he could've sworn that he'd heard a whisper of Quince's voice.
+
+\*\*\*
+
+Baau tapped his claws, staring down at his desk. It was littered with documents, most of them reports made of clay and written in Kaatian. The stone tablet in the middle was certainly different from the rest. It had a large circular inscription, filled with unrecognizable symbols.
+
+The alligator's gaze was unfocused on it. He was tired of the moldy smell that every barrack seemed to share, and wanted nothing more than to go home to his estate. Despite how busy he'd been by leading the covert war effort, he'd cleared his agenda for the day – but he was fuming with impatience.
+
+"He's not coming."
+
+The voice came from a red lizard in the corner of the room. Nurta had been standing still, remaining quiet until now. She wasn't formally her prisoner, but she didn't need shackles. After all, she could physically break out of them by transforming back into a dragon.
+
+Baau banged his fist against the desk. "...I'm aware, sister!" He roared. "I thought I had the commander under my control. But now he's decided on this misbegotten quest for vengeance against the dragon's companion, and gone rogue. Kch... It's my fault for offering that mutt too loose of a leash."
+
+But that wasn't his only worry. "You don't want to go to war with Labla and Munigad."
+
+"Of course not! It's political and military suicide. But it was the only course to keep me in good graces with our craven emperor. Yet I can only stall our troops for so long before he uncovers my scheme." The Kaatian general sighed. "All pieces are in place, except for one. If we don't get a hold of this gašam-sag friend of yours, there will be bloodshed."
+
+The lizard scoffed sarcastically. "How compassionate of you."
+
+"Witty, aren't you? You sound exactly like mother, that–!" Baau interrupted himself to keep his anger in check, before his composure slipped. "...You know that the subsequent conflict would ravage your village, Lagazi, as well."
+
+"Logas." She corrected in cold blood, hiding any signs of being affected by empty threats.
+
+"Call it whatever you fancy."
+
+"If you know that I have a stake in this, then let me help you find him."
+
+"Don't underestimate me, Nurta." The alligator growled, purposefully emphasizing her name. "You have a penchant for glossing over the past, sister, whereas I do not. You have all the more reason to betray me than Ludama, and it'd be remiss of me to allow you to leave my surveillance. Especially given that your only useful piece of information has turned cold."
+
+She snapped. "Why do you need Suugal to cooperate that much?"
+
+He didn't answer, and carefully rested his paw on the stone tablet. "...We'll continue to monitor Fereh, along with Kuir and Lagazi. For your sake, your intel had best be accurate. If not, I have no qualms about pursuing this other dragon myself, even if I need to raze all of Zuit to locate him."
+
+"I didn't tell you about Fereh for -my- sake."
+
+Nurta leaned back against the wall, keeping her outward appearance self-possessed. But she was as impatient as the general who was drumming his claws on his desk, and – she hated to admit it – utterly terrified. She didn't want to betray the lost trio, but she didn't see any other way of saving Ruunk and the rest of Kaati.