Initial commit

.gitignore

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+# build output
+dist/
+# generated types
+.astro/
+
+# dependencies
+node_modules/
+
+# logs
+npm-debug.log*
+yarn-debug.log*
+yarn-error.log*
+pnpm-debug.log*
+
+
+# environment variables
+.env
+.env.production
+
+# macOS-specific files
+.DS_Store

.vscode/extensions.json

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+{
+  "recommendations": ["astro-build.astro-vscode"],
+  "unwantedRecommendations": []
+}

.vscode/launch.json

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+{
+  "version": "0.2.0",
+  "configurations": [
+    {
+      "command": "./node_modules/.bin/astro dev",
+      "name": "Development server",
+      "request": "launch",
+      "type": "node-terminal"
+    }
+  ]
+}

README.md

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+# Astro Starter Kit: Minimal
+
+```sh
+npm create astro@latest -- --template minimal
+```
+
+[![Open in StackBlitz](https://developer.stackblitz.com/img/open_in_stackblitz.svg)](https://stackblitz.com/github/withastro/astro/tree/latest/examples/minimal)
+[![Open with CodeSandbox](https://assets.codesandbox.io/github/button-edit-lime.svg)](https://codesandbox.io/p/sandbox/github/withastro/astro/tree/latest/examples/minimal)
+[![Open in GitHub Codespaces](https://github.com/codespaces/badge.svg)](https://codespaces.new/withastro/astro?devcontainer_path=.devcontainer/minimal/devcontainer.json)
+
+> 🧑‍🚀 **Seasoned astronaut?** Delete this file. Have fun!
+
+## 🚀 Project Structure
+
+Inside of your Astro project, you'll see the following folders and files:
+
+```text
+/
+├── public/
+├── src/
+│   └── pages/
+│       └── index.astro
+└── package.json
+```
+
+Astro looks for `.astro` or `.md` files in the `src/pages/` directory. Each page is exposed as a route based on its file name.
+
+There's nothing special about `src/components/`, but that's where we like to put any Astro/React/Vue/Svelte/Preact components.
+
+Any static assets, like images, can be placed in the `public/` directory.
+
+## 🧞 Commands
+
+All commands are run from the root of the project, from a terminal:
+
+| Command                   | Action                                           |
+| :------------------------ | :----------------------------------------------- |
+| `npm install`             | Installs dependencies                            |
+| `npm run dev`             | Starts local dev server at `localhost:4321`      |
+| `npm run build`           | Build your production site to `./dist/`          |
+| `npm run preview`         | Preview your build locally, before deploying     |
+| `npm run astro ...`       | Run CLI commands like `astro add`, `astro check` |
+| `npm run astro -- --help` | Get help using the Astro CLI                     |
+
+## 👀 Want to learn more?
+
+Feel free to check [our documentation](https://docs.astro.build) or jump into our [Discord server](https://astro.build/chat).

astro.config.mjs

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+import { defineConfig } from 'astro/config';
+import tailwind from "@astrojs/tailwind";
+import markdownIntegration from '@astropub/md'
+
+// https://astro.build/config
+export default defineConfig({
+  site: 'https://gallery.badmanners.xyz',
+  integrations: [
+    tailwind({ applyBaseStyles: false }),
+    markdownIntegration(),
+  ],
+  markdown: {
+    smartypants: false,
+  },
+  redirects: {
+    '/stories': '/stories/1',
+  },
+});

package.json

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+{
+  "name": "gallery-badmanners-xyz",
+  "type": "module",
+  "version": "0.0.1",
+  "scripts": {
+    "dev": "astro dev",
+    "start": "astro dev",
+    "build": "astro check && astro build",
+    "preview": "astro preview",
+    "astro": "astro"
+  },
+  "dependencies": {
+    "@astrojs/check": "^0.5.9",
+    "@astrojs/rss": "^4.0.5",
+    "@astrojs/tailwind": "^5.1.0",
+    "@astropub/md": "^0.4.0",
+    "@fontsource-variable/noto-serif": "^5.0.5",
+    "@tailwindcss/typography": "^0.5.10",
+    "astro": "^4.5.4",
+    "date-fns": "^3.5.0",
+    "github-slugger": "^2.0.0",
+    "tailwindcss": "^3.4.1",
+    "typescript": "^5.4.2"
+  }
+}

public/browserconfig.xml

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+<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
+<browserconfig>
+    <msapplication>
+        <tile>
+            <square150x150logo src="/mstile-150x150.png"/>
+            <TileColor>#37b340</TileColor>
+        </tile>
+    </msapplication>
+</browserconfig>

public/safari-pinned-tab.svg

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+<?xml version="1.0" standalone="no"?>
+<!DOCTYPE svg PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD SVG 20010904//EN"
+ "http://www.w3.org/TR/2001/REC-SVG-20010904/DTD/svg10.dtd">
+<svg version="1.0" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"
+ width="400.000000pt" height="400.000000pt" viewBox="0 0 400.000000 400.000000"
+ preserveAspectRatio="xMidYMid meet">
+<metadata>
+Created by potrace 1.14, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017
+</metadata>
+<g transform="translate(0.000000,400.000000) scale(0.100000,-0.100000)"
+fill="#000000" stroke="none">
+<path d="M1600 2960 l0 -80 -320 0 -320 0 0 -80 0 -80 -80 0 -80 0 0 -880 0
+-880 80 0 80 0 0 -80 0 -80 1040 0 1040 0 0 80 0 80 80 0 80 0 0 880 0 880
+-80 0 -80 0 0 80 0 80 -320 0 -320 0 0 80 0 80 -400 0 -400 0 0 -80z m-160
+-320 l0 -80 -160 0 -160 0 0 80 0 80 160 0 160 0 0 -80z m1440 0 l0 -80 -160
+0 -160 0 0 80 0 80 160 0 160 0 0 -80z"/>
+</g>
+</svg>

public/site.webmanifest

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+{
+  "name": "",
+  "short_name": "",
+  "icons": [
+    {
+      "src": "/android-chrome-192x192.png",
+      "sizes": "192x192",
+      "type": "image/png"
+    },
+    {
+      "src": "/android-chrome-384x384.png",
+      "sizes": "384x384",
+      "type": "image/png"
+    }
+  ],
+  "theme_color": "#ffffff",
+  "background_color": "#ffffff"
+}

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.