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"Alright, so I'll pick you up at 6 - you wanted to get there a little early, right?"

"Yes, thank you, honey," the otter replied, holding his cell between his shoulder and cheek as he responded to his client's emails, wanting his work finished so he could relax a little before heading out. "I'm kinda awkward when it comes to parties, so I like to arrive early to settle in first... thanks for being considerate of that, hun."

"Naw, yer fine, hon, I'm the same way if it's new people, too. You sure you wanna come tonight? We could just stay home, I'm totally cool with that."

"No, no, I'm good. They're your friends, and I wanna make a good impression."

"Alright, sweetie. See ya in an hour, OK?"

"See ya."

Trevor ended the call and popping his iPhone on charge. He typed the remainder of the email before he sent it and closed the tab, sighing as he slumped back in his chair. He looked over at the Bears clock on his desk - An hour to go, he thought. He hated his timid social nature, but parties and new people always increased his anxiety, and what with them being friends of Bruce's he felt the need to impress them.

Trevor had grown a lot closer to Bruce after the Boulder Bears game two months ago, the two spending time together whenever it was off-season, or whenever they both had a break; now considering themselves dating. Trevor worked from home a lot of the time, only needing to go to the office for a monthly meeting but otherwise had everything he needed at his place; a powerful desktop, his crafting table, and a bed - Industrial Design was hard work. Both of their jobs took a lot of their time, but that just made seeing the bear even more special when they did get together.

He opened Steam, deciding he would play a little Overwatch before Bruce arrived, recalling the news about Tracer's new sexuality being announced. It pleased him to have such representation finally appearing in games. He played a little while, a little distracted as he watched his clock tick by, the otter dying a little more than usual in his distracted mood. After his fifth death, he gave up, closing the game in defeat. Fifteen minutes left, he thought. He did not mean to make it sound like a death sentence, but he sure as hell was nervous, close to how he felt when he met Bruce.

In an attempt to calm his nerves, he decided a little fun before heading out might be in order. He looked about, soon finding a pair of underwear to catch his load before returning to his station. His mind turned back to when he met Bruce, and all it took was to think about his huge, bloated stomach to get him hard. He undid his fly, closing his eyes as he laid back in his chair, his paw stroking his length as his heart began to pound. His other paw rose to his chest, stroking his fluff and breast as he imagined the bear's huge jaws opening wide, teasing him with his humid breath before engulfing him. He imagined being pulled down by the thick, pulsating muscles that sent him down to his stomach; the otter letting out a soft moan. Before too long his length began to throb, eventually giving into his caressing as he cries in pleasure, a thick load of cum shooting into the briefs as he writhed in his chair during the climax. He slumped back after, momentarily taking some time to steady his breathing, although soon interrupted by a knock on his apartment door.

"Shit, h-hold on, Bruce!" he shouted, grunting in frustration as he wiped the rest of the fluids off his paws, throwing the briefs into his laundry basket. After washing his paws, he grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys before he answered the front door and found the huge bear standing outside with a case of beer in his paws; dressed up to look like Count von Count. He wore the black suit and robe, giving himself a fake goatee, eyebrows, and teeth.

"Hyello, leetle otter!" he said, mimicking the character's accent. "Vut do we hayve here? One, two, three - oh, zero costume! Ah, ah, ah!"

The otter eyed him confused, but then put his head in his paw, realizing he forgot to put on his suit. "Oh, shit - hold on!" He said, dashing off, returning quickly with his black cloak and Scream mask on. "I know it's a little generic, but hey, it's a good movie, right?" he said, slightly muffled, lowering it behind him shortly after.

Bruce chuckled, hugging the little otter into his suited belly, rubbing his chin against their mop of hair.

"I think ya look adorable, babe - I mean, Ah! Yhu are a 10 out of 10! Ah, ah, ah!"

Trevor snorted, jabbing the bear's big gut. He stood on his tippy toes, nuzzling the bear's snout before giving it a soft kiss. "So, you all ready to head out?"

"Yep! Got the beer here, a couple bags of snacks and a few board games, actually; Pascal wanted me to bring some along, probably so we can do some drinking games or something. You got everything? You may wanna bring your charger, as we may be there a while."

The otter nodded, quickly grabbing it before shutting and locking his front door, taking one of the bags to relieve some of the weight for the bear as they walked down to Bruce's car; not that he would ever need it with those huge arms, but it was the thought that counted.

As they got closer to their destination, the nerves that the bear's presence lessened returned. Trevor shuffled in his seat, flicking through Instagram to distract himself. The bear looked at him as they stopped at a red light, its bright source casting half his face in a red tint.

"You OK, hon? Yer a little quiet."

The otter looked up, flashing him a bit of a forced smile. "I'm good, babe, just a little nervous, is all. Just glad you're here with me. I really can't wait to meet your friends; they seem a fun bunch, especially Pascal."

"Heh, yeah, Pasc's funny. Can be a little forward at times and a little flirty, but you just gotta tell him to quit it and he usually will. He was super excited to meet you too, actually," he said, looking left as he made a turn at the crossroad. "I think it's coz I've not dated anyone in a long time, and, uh... he's kinda into otters."

Trevor was taken aback a little. "Into us?"

"Yeah, it's one of the species he's into -- at least, I think that's why he's so excited. I hate it when people say they're into someone's species, but he's kinda like that -- just gotta talk some sense into him, at times, heh," the bear said, looking at the otter with a reassuring smile, holding out his paw which they took and gave a little squeeze. "But he knows we're together, so he won't try anything silly."

"He sounds a little kinky," the otter jokes, letting out an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. The conversation made Trevor feel a little more nervous but knew it wasn't the bear's intentions.

"Oh, he is," Bruce laughed, squeezing the otter's paw. "Into a looot of stuff, and when he drinks he likes to talk about it. He's, uh, actually into vore, like us."

Trevor felt himself blush. "O-Oh?"

"Heh, yeah. One night we got a little drunk and started talking about sex and stuff, as ya do. Then he just flat out told me he was into me, and he thought I was totally his type and that, uh..." he trailed off exhaling. "He wanted me to eat him."

"... I guess we're a little similar in some ways, huh?" the otter responded, which made Bruce smile. "Did you... did you do it?"

"Y-yeah, I did."

They were silent for a moment, partly because Bruce shifted his focus to finding Pascal's road. He squinted his eyes to see where the street was before spotting it a block down, soon making their way down a row of expensive-looking houses. They finally encounter Pascal's house; a bright, geometric-looking art deco building, lit up with bright beams of white and teal lights. There were a few decorations up; a phantom hanging from the deck, some tony-looking ghosts and ghouls hung from its ceiling, and a variety of pumpkins with different carved faces dotted around. The car turned into its driveway, clunking to a stop at its destination as the bear turned off the car's engine. He looked at the otter, taking his paw back in his, letting out a sigh.

"Sorry it had to come out now, but I thought it was worth tellin' ya. Hopefully, it won't come up, but if he has enough to drink it's bound to."

"I appreciate you telling me, babe. I'm just glad you were honest; I like that about you," he smiled, leaning his head against the bear as they both sat, playing with the brown belly fur that poked out from the black buttoned shirt.

"Another thing," said Bruce, rubbing the otter's paw pads with his claws softly. "Pascal can be a little... pushy, with his advances. If he makes you uncomfortable, let me know, OK? It can be hard to respond sometimes, I know."

The otter undid his seatbelt, moving over to the bear and giving him a firm hug, kissing his chubby cheek. "Thank you, hun. I guess we probably shouldn't get too drunk tonight," the otter said, the bear giggling at that, leaning over to Trevor and giving their lips a lick.

"Alcohol just seems to make everything so tasty, I guess."

The otter giggled, licking their lips back. They got out of the car and climbed the stone steps of the porch, the bear ringing the doorbell which uttered a pleasant jingle. Trevor heard a muffled voice in the background, the sound of footsteps growing nearer until the door was opened to reveal Pascal.

"Bruce, holy shit!" the horse cried out, arms wide in welcome, quickly embracing the bear in a hug. The pink fur-dyed equine was almost up to Bruce's shoulders in height compared to the 5"10, sporting a sparkly horn atop his long, white mane of hair. His smooth, modulated voice also had quite a Southern drawl to it, though a little less pronounced than Bruce's. "It's so good to see you man, I missed ya! Oh, and what little cutie did ya bring along, huh? Look at this spooky little guy; adorable!"

The horse grabbed the costume-sporting otter suddenly, lifting Trevor up with a surprising amount of strength and clinging him to his strong, white tank-covered chest, much to the recipient's hidden irritation. After he was released the otter laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, uh, nice to meet you too... Pascal, I assume?"

"The very same! And I assume this is my pal Bruce's little toy-boy, huh?" the horse laughed, play-shoving the bear who chuckled. "Naw, I'm kiddin'! Great to meet ya, Trevor. Big fan of the Bears, in more ways than one?" He laughed again, playfully nudging the bear again who seemed less enthused than last time.

"It's awesome to see ya too, Pasc; but be gentle; I think he'll need some time to get used to ya," Bruce said half-jokingly; the horse snorting and side-hugging the bear.

"Naw, I'll be good, I promise," Pascal responded, giving the otter a wink. "So, Trevor, make yourself at home, OK? My place is your place, so come take a seat."

The horse led them both into the living room where two others already were seated on a spacious black couch, their conversation and drinking broke up as the bear and otter entered.

"I'd like to introduce ya to Trevor. He's a... close friend of this big lug's!" the horse said grandiosely, pointing to the two other party members as he introduced them. "This dog's Jake, and sh--he, sorry, is Tyler. Sorry, Ty."

Tyler chuckled, the Indiana Jones-portraying hyena approaching Bruce and Trevor along with the Doberman next to him, who nodded and smiled a little, quickly resuming checking his phone. "No biggie, Pasc - it's great to meet ya, kid," said Tyler, sticking out his paw which the otter took in a handshake. "Didn't know you were back in the dating world, Bruce; glad ya found someone. Also, nice costume: it's the Count, right?"

Bruce chuckled, hugging the otter into his side. "Ya got it. Yep, we met after a game once and, uh... we got kinda close." Trevor blushed a little at that, just letting himself be pulled into the ursine's side. "Ya seem to be doin' well; how's college treatin' ya?"

Tyler rolled his eyes, "Bio's fuckin' tiring, man. Got it under wrap's though, s'all good. Jake, you wanna stop being antisocial and say hello?"

The costumeless, lanky dog looked up mildly dazed, then smiled as he stuck out a paw. "Heh, sorry bro. Wassup, man, good to meet ya." Trevor took their paw, the handshake a little loose as the dog seemed a little distracted as they soon were at their phone again, giggling. The bear gave Tyler a look, the hyena pretending to huff a joint in mimicry of the dog, making Bruce snort.

"Hey, Bruce, I'll take this beer and stuff into the kitchen; is it OK if I bring Trev along for some help? It'll let ya catch up with these guys. Tyler, more so," Pascal laughed, winking at the otter.

"Yeah, sure; s'that OK, Trev?"

"Y-Yeah, of course!" the otter replied, following the horse out of the room, grabbing one of the plastic bags as they headed into the clearly recently established kitchen. He plopped the snacks onto the table, taking a look at the sleek décor and its futuristic array of LED spotlights. "Your place looks awesome, Pascal. Uh, I forgot to say, thank you so much for inviting me, I really appreciate it!"

Pascal looked behind himself and smiled at the otter as he fished out some plates for the food. "Naw, yer fine, hon. It's really great to meet ya; Bruce has always had a fine taste in gentlemen, so I already had high hopes!" he winked, placing down the plates and pouring the assortment of candies and savories onto them. "For real, though, thank ya. Just got this place done a couple weeks back, so tryin' to keep it pristine when I can, a heh. You mind carrying these in? I'll be in shortly."

"You got it," the otter replied, heading back out. As he did so, he caught the horse opening the refrigerator, pulling out four large kegs of beer; the ones with taps, printed to look like old fashioned kegs. Jesus, four of them? Trevor pondered as he walked back into the living room. Surely that's a lot for five people? He soon encountered Bruce and the others already deep in conversation about football. Except for Jake; they were on the couch giggling excessively at what sounded like a Vine.

"Our savior has arrived!" Tyler cried dramatically, approaching the otter and grabbing a handful of potato chips before stuffing them down. "Thanks, man; seems Pasc's got you doing the dirty work, eh?"

"Heh, well, I wanted to help," the otter grinned, popping the plates down on the large, dark oak coffee table; shortly accompanied by the horse who had managed to bring two of the kegs in at once; balancing a stack of plastic cups on them.

"Hold up, lemme just get the other two," he said, dashing back before returning with the others. "Awesome, guys! Can't wait for tonight! You find out about work, Jake?"

"Shit, yeah man; they just messaged me, I gotta open up the store tomorrow too, so I best get home," the Doberman said, grunting as they got to their feet and stretched, grabbing their winter coat next to them from the arm of the chair.

"Nooo, Ja-ake!" the hyena whined, sadly approaching him for a hug. "We gotta meet up again soon. No plants though, just beer. At least, not until I score some."

Jake laughed, hugging him closely. "Yeah man, I know where to get some for you. Alright, peace, peeps - nice meeting you, Trevor; hope to catch you around, bud," he said, shaking Trevor's hand again and hugging Pascal and Bruce as he made his way out, the door soon shutting behind him.

"... Well, at least the games will get us a little drunker, eh, Pasc?" Tyler laughed, grabbing a handful of cookies and consuming them. "I still think four canisters is a fucking shit-ton, though."

The horse grinned, "Oh, it is. On the bright side also, I guess this party got a little queerer, huh?" He grabbed a cup, letting it fill with beer and quickly gulping it down, finishing with a sigh of relief. "Well, only if you'd be comfortable with that, Trev. Jake's an awesome guy but, I don't think he'd appreciate the kinda games I'd had in mind."

Bruce rested his large paw on the otter's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, the otter looking behind him to find his bear flashing him a reassuring smile. "Only if yer comfortable, babe. Pascal's 'games' get a little sexual."

"Yeah, bud, no pressure," the hyena agreed, giving him a playful wink. "And if you do decide to play, Bruce and I will make sure Pascal here isn't a dweeb about it."

It was easy for someone to suggest a lack of pressure, but such situations tended to be ones in which pressure was inevitable for those with social anxiety. Trevor would have otherwise been a lot more uncomfortable, but knowing someone like Bruce, someone he had grown to trust and feel comfortable with, was with him helped calm him. He made him feel safe.

_What the hell, right?_The otter thought, looking at the keg of beer and thinking for a moment before he grabbing a cup and filling it to the brim with beer. He quickly downed it, gulping a few times before it was all gone, and belching in success; the horse and hyena watching him in anticipation for his answer.

Trevor smiled at them, "You know what? I'd love to give it a shot." The horse cheered, hugging the otter into his side, affectionately squeezing him as he seemed to enjoy doing; the hyena simply choosing to pat him on the shoulder with a look of affirmation.

"So, uh... what games?" asked the otter, eyeing the hyena and horse, who looked at each other with a grin.

"Well, I certainly had a few ideas in mind. Hope ya like alcohol, Trev!" the horse laughed, patting him on the shoulder.

Some time passed as they got into conversation, Pascal blatantly being the center as much as possible, ever increasing the more they all drank. In only a short period a whole keg had actually gone down, primarily caused by the bear. Trevor felt his nerves start to fizzle away, likely aided with the alcohol but also the chill vibe Bruce and his friends created. Despite Pascal's excessiveness at times and inclination to touch people randomly, he seemed a nice guy. He could have sworn the horse was giving him a look now and then, however. He wasn't sure if it was a simple attraction to him being an otter: the look seemed almost predatory as if he was surveying him slightly. It was only subtle, but Trevor pondered its potential, especially if he was as into vore as both Bruce and he was. The horse was tall and well built, but lacked the size and completely lacked the weight and stomach Bruce had - could he even do what the bear could do?

"Ever played 'On My Tab?'" Pascal suddenly said, bringing back Trevor's awareness to his prior agreement to the drinking games.

The otter shook their head, looking at Bruce, who eyed the horse in frustration. "Really, Pasc? You know I fuckin' suck at that," he said, though soon laughed as he sat himself down on the couch, seemingly giving in quite quickly. Tyler joined him, giving the large ursine a reassuring hug, poking their tongue at them.

"It's simple: I start with a cocktail, say a Mojito, then the next person repeats that but adds on a drink. Ya keep going till someone forgets a drink, namely Bruce, who then has to take a shot. You start each go with 'On my tab, I have...'" The bear shoved the horse, his big paw bumping their shoulder who simply laughed In response, soon scooting past him and the coffee table and popping next to the hyena. Bruce smiled at Trevor, patting the seat next to him after leaning back, the otter eagerly joining him and huddling close to him as he puts his huge arm around him. The horse lined four shot glasses, filling them to the brim with whiskey.

"You're both super cute together, you know that?" said Tyler, booping the bear's big nose. The otter blushed in response, the bear leaning down to nuzzle their nose.

"He's my little guy," Bruce grinned, giving his nose a lick. "OK - who's starting? Pasc?"

"Naw, Bruce, let Trev go first."

"O-Oh, sure," he pondered, thinking up some cocktails. "Uh, on my tab, I have a Bloody Mary?"

"On my tab, I have a Bloody Mary and a Mojito."

"Dang, Bruce, new record?" the hyena joked, resulting in a grunt and shove from the bear. "Heh... uh, on my tab, I got a Bloody Mary, Mojito and a... Sour."

"On my tab, I got a Bloody Mary, Mojito, Sour and a Margarita," the horse said quickly, appearing well versed in the game. "Trevor?"

"Uh... OK; on my tab, I got a Bloody Mary, a... Mojito? Yeah. A Sour and a Margarita. Yeah!" he said, quite pleased with his memory ability under the influence. "Oh, and uh, a Martini.

Bruce sighed, scratching the back of his neck, "Alright. Bloody Mary, Mojito... Sangria, Margarita and Martini, right?"

"Eh-eh!" the hyena sounded, giving Bruce's belly a poke. "Sour, you numpty. Take a shot, big guy."

The bear complied, chortling as he grabbed the shot glass and gulped it down. It was probably nothing to the bear, Trevor thought. It took a lot of food to sate him, even he wasn't enough at times, so it was likely he would need a lot of alcohol to even get him tipsy. He recalled Bruce talking about when he'd eaten Pascal - surely he must have had a lot. Still, they were halfway through the second keg, the bear consuming most of it, and they already did seem a little giggly and glazed. Trevor had drank with the bear before, but had never actually seen him drunk; he personally getting tiddly quite quickly. He was partly hoping the bear would get a little wasted, however; curious to see if his appetite would grow when he drank. Not that he would encourage him - he wasn't going to take advantage of a person like that. But he couldn't deny his curiosity.

"Now, the stakes are raised!" the horse cried, bringing another four shot glasses out and popping one next to each of the originals, the otter looking down in mild surprise. "Now, since one of us has lost a round, everyone is punished! When we lose now, we have to take two shots, and then it increases when the next person loses. This is when it gets a lot harder, and when Bruce gets a lot drunker."

"Alright, Pasc, lay off him," Tyler laughed, giving the horse a jab. "You still OK, kid?"

Trevor looked up at the hyena, who waited for an answer, the otter chuffed at their consideration. "Y-Yeah, absolutely! Thank you for asking."

The hyena winked, cuddling up to the horse, who Aah'd at them. "Getting cuddly now, Tyler?" the horse giggled, smiling at them and giving their snout a nuzzle. The hyena blushed in response, nosing into the equine's chest. "Pssht, maybe."

"Don't get too close, hon; you know what happens," he joked, giving their neck a lick, causing him to shudder and huff. The otter looked at them as they snuggled one another. Wait, Trevor pondered. They're both into it?

"Nnh... a few more drinks, first," he smirked, still blushing a little. "A-Alright, uh, your turn, Pasc."

"Shit, OK. Bloody Mary, Mojito, Sour, Margarita... Martini? And a Cosmo."

"Good job. Bloody Mary, Mojito, Sour, Martini, Margarita, and-"

"Nope! Margarita, Martini," the horse said, lifting both the shot glasses to Tyler's face, who rolled their eyes as they grabbed them and downed them one after the other; their face scrunching at its taste. Pascal added more glasses, filling them all up; the bottle of whiskey now three-quarters of the way down.

"Glk... Alright, careful, Trev; hope you got a goo--good memory."

"Um, Bloody Mary, Mojito, Sour, Martini, Margarita... Cosmo."

"Final answer?" said Bruce, giggling.

"Y-Yeah? Oh, shoot, I forgot to add one on, right?"

"Yep! Take yer shots!" Pascal grinned.

"Heh, uh oh," the otter replied, taking the three shots down, almost retching at the intense flavor. He was no doubt going to be tiddly after this. "J-Jeez, four now?"

"Mhm! Rest in peace, big boy," the hyena laughed, patting their shoulder sympathetically.

"Fuck it, I'm just taking these damn shots," he grunted, the horse and hyena erupting into laughter, Pascal play-shoving him.

The bear just downed the shots, literally two at once into his huge jaw, the horse and hyena watching quite eagerly, belching after finishing them. Trevor couldn't judge; he was too. When he thought about it, it seemed Pascal, Tyler and him all saw Bruce as this gentle predator; eager to consume, and the means for those eager to be consumed. When he thought about it in his slowly dizzying head, he realized just how odd it was. How anti-evolutionary it seemed. Was this the death-wish Freud had spoken of or was it merely the means to find an excitement in avoiding death? He recalled looking at forums online, with threads full of posts regarding the origin of their vore fetishism or why it even existed, or something even weirder like whether Matt Groening had a vore fetish. It certainly was puzzling, but all he knew was he sure as hell enjoyed it a lot, and that was OK.

"Heh, I feel like we're all gonna lose now," the horse chuckled, the hyena nodding and Bruce just snickering. "You wanna finish this, and move onto something a little more... risqué?"

Trevor blushed a little but liked the idea of that, his memory not too fantastic in the first place. He replied, "Sure, what... what do you have in mind?"

Pascal thumped his chest and belched. "Hold up! Gotta finish these shots first!" he said, beckoning Tyler and Trevor to finish theirs. They gradually took them all down, the otter taking a little more time than the others, but soon got the strong liquid down, both Tyler and him gagging a little.

The horse hiccupped, hugging the bear and the hyena into him. "Now... ya'll heard of a game called Truth or Dare?"

Trevor laughed, now quite tiddly as he leaned against the bear's belly, nuzzling it with his cheek, the bear smiling and rubbing his head with his huge paw; the sound of his deep breathing heard from within. "I know that one! Heheh," the otter said, nuzzling and rubbing Bruce's suited gut, their fur now starting to show a little more from his stomach's contents being slightly filled. Trevor could not resist pushing his fingers into the seams beneath the shirt, scratching at the gut's fuzz, a blush he could not prevent soon growing on his features. He leaned against it, hearing his stomach churn as it processed the alcohol and snacks, and when he looked up he found the horse watching him do so; a flirtatious smirk sported on their long features.

"Heh, I know Tyler knows this one, and I definitely know Bruce knows this one, right?" the horse grinned, giving him a wink. Bruce smiled, looking mildly embarrassed as he looks down at the otter, the horse noticing this. Pascal quickly glanced at the otter, giving them a wink. "Aw, come on, b-burr! It was all part of the rules of the game, ya know?"

"Pascal, if you wouldn't mind, I'd prefer not to talk about this, if you recall?"

Tyler looked at Bruce and then at Pascal, seemingly confused about what this was about. "Uh, guys, if you want we'll just play something else. Maybe Most Likely, or whatever?"

"N-No, it's fine, Ty. Pascal just needs to remember what we talked about," Bruce replied, flashing Pascal a gentle look of warning.

"Dude, come on, it's not like you didn't enjoy it or any--"

"Pascal. That is enough," the bear said through gritted teeth, his tone so unusual that everyone in the room seemed slightly concerned. The bear seemed to suddenly realize this, his eyes darting between them before he looked away ashamed. "S-Sorry, I--"

"No, it's fine, Bruce. I didn't realize it was that sensitive of a topic to you."

"Pascal, come on, man, just drop it," Tyler chimed in, looking at the horse slightly sternly. "You need to know when to stop sometimes, bud."

The horse seemed to be the one offended, growing a little quiet as he went over and filled up a cup of beer, taking a seat back down and taking a few gulps of it. The whole room then went quiet, the air filled with a silencing vibe that made them all question what to say next. However, and unusual for Trevor, he was the one that finally broke the silence.

"Bruce, I... It's OK that it happened. I don't think either of you meant anything bad by it. Alcohol makes us a little crazy, right?" He had meant to reassure the bear, but it seemed his statement revealed a little more than intended.

"You know what happened?" Pascal said, looking at the bear, who looked a little displeased at Trevor.

"Uh, I--"

"I told him, Pascal. Not to be a dick or anything, but uh..." he trailed off, not intending to let slip information like Trevor had accidentally done.

"But what, Bruce? Did you think I'd be a threat to him or something?" the horse responded, his voice a little louder, some slight glimmering appearing in his lower eyes.

"No, Pascal! Shit, it was just--"

"It's because I... I'm into vore as well, Pascal," the otter suddenly said, the entire room soon facing him in surprise.

"Man. What..." the hyena said, getting up from the sofa, scratching the back of their neck as they looked outside. He soon turned around, a huge grin on his face, quickly approaching the otter, crouching ahead of them and eagerly gazing at them. "You're into it too?!"

"Wh-wha?" the otter said, eyeing Tyler confusedly. "Into... vore?"

"Yes! Holy shit, Pascal, all of us are freaks!" he shouted, slapping his head as he tilted it back in a guffaw. "Dude, do you know what this means?"

Pascal had seemed to suddenly forget his annoyance at the bear, and he looked at the hyena with a huge grin. "Fuck. No fucking way!" he replied, grabbing them by the shoulder and hugging them tightly. "Man, I've waited a long fucking time for this!"

The otter and the bear looked at each other, both as confused as each other. "Uh, are you... OK, Pascal?" the bear uttered, holding the otter close to him. "Did we say something wrong?"

"No, you dummy!" he cried, grabbing the coffee table and moving it to the window at the side of the room, the glasses wobbling and some tumbling. "Vore Truth or Dare!"

"O-Oh," the otter said, relieved slightly, but some anxiety arising at what the game would entail. "So it's like Truth or Dare but... vore-related?"

"Yes! Exactly! Holy shit, I'm so excited!" the horse neighed, hugging the hyena who nuzzled into his long neck.

"That is," Tyler said, interrupting Pascal. "If you want to play. We're super excited for this because no-one we know has been interested in playing, but you guys are kinda perfect for it. A predator and a prey? We can do all sorts of crazy shit!"

Trevor looked at Bruce, who also seemed quite intrigued by the idea. "Hun, uh, would you be comfortable doing this?" the otter asked, recalling the discourse they just had which had been swept aside so quickly. "I don't want to if you don't."

The bear looked at the otter, and after a little pause, they open their huge jaw and gently clamp it over their face, huffing his hot, beer-infused breath over Trevor who had sunk a little in pleasure, whimpering softly. The bear looked at the others, giving them a wink.

"Yeah, I think we're doing this, Pascal," said the hyena.

Soon, they had all formed a little circle on the carpet, a beer bottle placed on a coaster in the center of them. Trevor had to think back to when he'd last played Truth or Dare, and even then it had not been a serious game; just a simple thing between friends, and the dares had been very basic. But vore definitely wasn't that.

"So, this a little bit alternative to regular Truth or Dare, which we Tyler and I thought appropriate when we made it," said Pascal, who now had a slightly tipsy hyena lying in his lap, the horse playing with their curly black hair. "Basically, you spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on is asked Truth or Dare by the person that span it. You each get a shot glass, and whenever it lands on you, you take a shot. Make sense?"

The otter nodded, looking up at the bear who looked inquisitively at the bottle, grinning. "This'll be interesting, fer sure," the bear said in a stronger Southern tone, hugging the otter into his side, holding one of their paws in his own. "Who's spinning first?"

"Trev... how about you?" asked Pascal, giving him the looks he had been giving earlier. He supposed it was just the flirtatious nature Bruce had suggested the horse possessed, but it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah, sure," Trevor complied, grabbing the bottle and spinning it, the glass tinkling softly as it span, slowly stopping on Tyler. "Ah! Heh. Um, truth or dare?"

The hyena pondered a moment after downing their shot of whiskey, smirking up at the horse as they patted their long face. "Let's start small... truth."

"Sure. Uh... shoot, I always find it hard to ask these questions. Um, how about... predator or prey, which do you prefer to be?"

"Ooh, good one, Trev!" the horse chuckled, booping Tyler's snout, leaning down and giving it a lick, causing the hyena to shiver and huff softly.

"U-Uh, heh, I prefer to be the prey. I... I like to be inside because it feels kinda safe in there, I guess?" he said, soon blushing and hiding his face into the horse's toned abdomen, the owner of it giggling and pressing them into it.

"Come on, hun, your turn," Pascal said, the hyena sitting up onto the horse's lap, shifting about suddenly and giggling; Trevor assuming something was felt underneath. The hyena span the bottle, it clinking and rotating until it landed on Bruce, the bear smirking, quickly gulping his shot down.

"I choose... a truth also."

"Hmm... How many times have you eaten Trevor?"

The otter blushed, scratching the back of his neck and looking up at the bear with a bashful smile. The bear looks at them from the corner of his eye and grins, saying, "Heh, lemme think. I think it's been four times, now. Mostly we just, uh... heh. Do other things." The otter leaned into him, hugging his big arm, the bear pulling him into his chest and nuzzling their neck, making Trevor huff a little.

Bruce span the bottle, it landing on Pascal. The horse smiled, gulping down his shot. "Alright... let's shake it up, I choose dare."

"I dare you... to swallow your shot glass."

The horse's eyes lit up in surprise, seemingly not expecting such a request. "Heh, good ol' object swallowing. I know someone who likes that," he said, looking down at the hyena who rolled their eyes and blushed, hiding in their paws.

The horse eyed the shot glass, tilting back his long head and dropping it into his mouth. He relaxed his throat, holding his breath and swallowing slowly, the cup visibly making its way down his gullet in a thick bulge. The hyena felt over it, the horse murring as it was played with before he finally swallowed it down. The hyena lifted Pascal's tank top, revealing the toned but fluffy white fur coating their belly; Tyler feeling around and giggling as he felt the glass inside, nuzzling his small snout into it and licking it, his breathing quite heavy.

"Nnh... good boy. Now, I guess it's my go, huh?" Pascal said, spinning the bottle. Trevor eyed it, his heart pounding, not keen on it landing on hi--

"The scrumptious otter, eh?"

Trevor forced a smile, gulping his shot down and clearing his throat. Bruce seemed to pick up on this odd atmosphere between the horse and otter, the bear-hugging them into him a little firmer.

"Uh, t-truth, please."

"Alright, cutie. Now, what to ask ya..." Pascal pondered, strumming his fingers over the hyena's shoulder. "Ooh, I know."

The bear eyed the horse, sipping at a can of PBR. He gripped the otter's paw tightly, looking at him with mild concern as he rubbed with his thumb the sweat that had built up; Trevor squeezing their paw back.

"Trevor... I could swallow you, and you'd like it. True or false?"

The otter's heart pounded, and a shiver rushed through him. Hesitantly, he responded, "I-I, uh..."

"Pascal, meet me in the kitchen, right now," demanded Bruce, suddenly rising, bringing the otter up with him, gesturing his head into the direction out of the living room.

The horse looked at the bear, rolling his eyes as he got up, glancing at the otter who looked away. Trevor sighed, finishing off his cup of beer, rubbing the back of his neck. It wasn't that the subject was particularly sensitive, rather the horse's attitude had really gotten to him. He wasn't sure why, but the vibe he had provided was not the gentle, caring one Bruce always did. It was as if Pascal had wanted to really prove his dominance or something. He realized Bruce had been correct about Pascal's pushiness.

"I'm sorry, kid," Tyler said, the hyena sighing as he scoots over to Trevor, asking him if it was OK to hug before doing so. "Pascal, he's... got a problem with that. It's no excuse, but when he drinks too much and he's into someone, this sort of thing happens."

Tyler paused, listening into the mumbling heard from the kitchen. There hadn't been any shouting, which was a relief to them both. "Honest to god, he's better than he was. Just gotta remind him, sometimes," the hyena continued, rubbing the otter's shoulders gently. "... You OK?"

Trevor nodded. "I feel like I've caused a lot of trouble, I think I'm just too sensitive sometimes-"

"Kid. You can't blame yourself for what others do to you. That's never your fault, OK?"

"I-I guess. Thanks, Tyler," the otter replied, giving them a hug, the hyena smiling at them. Shortly after, the two return, the horse looking mildly ashamed and at a far lower level of excitement. He opened his arms up in a request for a hug, the otter standing and accepting it, Pascal patting his back.

"Sorry, I made you feel uncomfortable, hun. I, uh, do that on occasion. I'll make sure I tone it down now, I promise, and, uh - hope I haven't ruined the evening for you. I want you to have fun... especially with forgetful, here," he said, side-hugging Bruce who just smirked and rolled his eyes.

"N-No, it's fine. Thank you, though, Pascal."

The horse nodded and grinned, joining Tyler again on the carpet and guiding them back onto his lap, the hyena slumping into his lap and nuzzling the horse's belly. The horse cleared his throat, "Now, Trevor, how about this question: have you ever wanted to be a predator?"

The otter grinned, moving to sit on the bear's big lap as they both sat down. Trevor thought for a moment, not actually sure he'd ever considered doing what Bruce did for him. He wondered if it was something he could attempt in the future, maybe with some guidance from Bruce or Pascal.

"In all honesty, I've never thought about it. But... I'd like to try it one day."

The horse seemed very enthused by this, neighing in approval. "I'll be your vore-coach, kid," they joked.

Trevor laughed. There it was; the pleasant vibe that they had initially started the game with. It was much better for all of them. The otter knew his relationship with Pascal had gotten off to a rocky start, but he seemed like he had some good in him, like his ability to be introspective; a trait many still had to develop.

"Right, my turn," Trevor uttered, spinning the bottle which landed once again onto Pascal. "Oh! I guess I can get my own back, eh? Heh, I'm just kidding."

The horse snorted, bapping the otter's feet with his own. "I pick... a truth this time."

"Alright. Who's the first person you've eaten?"

"Oh ho! I like it, Trevor. Well, not as much as someone here," the horse giggled, leaning down to the hyena and nuzzling into their neck, the horse slowly dragging their long tongue up to their chin, the hyena gasping in pleasure.

"H-Heh, yeah, it was me," Tyler said bashfully, hiding their face as usual into the horse's flat stomach.

"First and last, so far. We've been looking for more people to try it out with but, uh, not many are interested. I guess it kinda makes sense, what with it usually being seen as something a little more illegal and horrifying," the horse said, leaning back onto his hands as he sighed. "Not that I mind, though. This little guy's quite the squirmer, and I fuckin' love that."

The otter could not deny his desire to see such a thing; he was still unsure how their size would even allow such a thing, but all accounts pointed to it being likely. Trevor emerged from his imagination, nodding and smiling as he watched the two cuddle together so closely. He thought it was adorable.

"And now... who'll be my victim?" the horse smirked, spinning it, the opening of the bottle landing onto the hyena's outstretched leg. "Ah, Tyler! Truth or dare?"

"Hmm... dare, this time."

"Heh, alright," the horse replied, their gaze turning to one of the final two kegs that have remained next to the couch. "I dare you to drink the entire contents of that keg."

Bruce and Trevor's ears perked up, glancing at each other, Trevor assuming he knew what they were both thinking about. He looked at Tyler, the hyena not exactly small but definitely not someone with a stomach of Bruce's size. Even if they could handle what was assumingly six liters of beer, surely they would not handle the intoxication from it.

"Uh, Pasc, you don't think that's a little dangerous?" asked the bear, looking at them both with concern. "Not just the volume, but the alcohol itself--"

"Worry not, dear bear; 'The Special Keg' is merely water! That's why it's a special keg - duh," the horse said, reaching over for it and dragging in front of the hyena, a tube following along with it. "Plus, we've practiced... and we always carry some protection."

He handed over a clear pill with a white powder inside to the hyena. "No, it's not crack, before you ask; it's a strong concentration of sodium and sugar to balance electrolytes, plus a dose of aspirin to prevent stomach pain. Take this before you drink, and you'll be right as rain. And incredibly swollen!"

The bear and otter seemed rather intrigued at this, looking at each other. "Yeah, we need some of that, hun," Bruce laughed, hugging Trevor into him, sniffing at his neck and nuzzling it, making the recipient squirm and giggle. He nodded, looking up at the bear and giving their nose a lick, grinning at their big face. "Love ya, big bear."

Bruce blushed, clearing his throat. "Love ya too, sweetheart."

"Ahem! Y'all stealing the spotlight from us?" he joked, sticking out his tongue. "Now, Ty... whaddya say?"

The hyena grinned, popping the pill down with a sip of his beer. He opened his jaw slightly, taking the tube down his throat, swallowing until he felt it inside his belly. The horse got onto his knees as he lifted up the keg onto his shoulder, looking down at the hyena for confirmation. "Ready?" Pascal uttered, the hyena nodding in response.

Trevor watched in awe as the tap was opened, a stream of water suddenly rushing down the tube down inside Tyler, the hyena murring as they rub their gradually bloating stomach; the buttons of their Indiana Jones' suit gradually beginning to space out as more of their tanned, fluffy belly was growing rounder. Pascal rubbed the ball, scratching the widening underbelly as it quickly expanded into his hands; the hyena blushing as they grip their huge stomach in pleasure. As the contents of the keg fill him, Tyler huffs as he feels one of the buttons give way, pinging off into the carpet. Others follow suit, breaking from the middle of the suit before his furry gut bursts out into the open, still growing as it filled with water. After a little while, the stream had begun to slow, the hyena still going strong as their belly had now bloated to around the same size as the keg, and soon the final contents made their way down. The hyena panted, moaning loudly as they toyed with their huge gut, sloshing it about between their paws, a strong blush on their brown features. Pascal set the keg down and rubbed round the ball, murring as they nuzzled it, slurping and nibbling at the belly's fur, causing the hyena to moan; the horse reaching round their shoulders as they drew them into a kiss, the two panting in unison.

The bear and otter remained huddled together, soon noticing they both were both unintentionally hard as they cuddled each other closer.

"Heh, someone's a little frisky, huh?" Bruce teased, giving the otter a kiss.

"Psht, look who's talking!" the otter retorted, giving their thick bulge a poke, making the bear growl flirtatiously. He looked over at the other couple, their make-out session clearly not over yet; now clearly having escalated as the horse's pants had tented prominently and was grinding into the huge stomach. "I, uh, think we may be entitled to do the same."

The otter didn't even hesitate before he asked the bear if he could kiss him, and upon getting confirmation reached around the bear's neck and embraced him, the two quickly engaged in a passionate kiss. Bruce toyed with Trevor's bulge making him gasp, the otter slowly unzipping the bear's long pants and pushing his paw inside, stroking at the huge length that throbbed against its briefs; grunting and huffing as his face grew hot and red. They exchanged tongues, Trevor's dipping under the bear's huge muscle, it responding by slowly traveling towards the back of his throat; the otter moaning as he felt it dig deep inside. As their embrace came to a close, their voice shook as he calmed down, giggling as he fell against the bear, the world now less seamless in Trevor's perception of reality.

"H-Heh, f-fuck..." the otter muttered, his heart still rapidly pounding. "Man, it -hic- seems whiskey makes me real horny."

Bruce giggled, nuzzling their flat snout, "I think it's so cute when you are. Ya know, I... I kinda like it when you're a little more dominant." The bear seemed embarrassed by this, growing a little red as he rubbed his large neck. "Aheh, j-just thought I'd tell ya."

Trevor smirked, licking the bear's lips. Now that he considered it, it was kind of fun, being dominant in an interaction between two of such different sizes. There was something appealing about being able to make someone so huge submit to them. It was not particularly something he wanted to admit he liked; he felt it implied darkness within him. Was it so, if it was consensual? I guess it just had to hinge on that factor.

"This otter's gonna have to do that a little more, then," Trevor winked. "Heh, please do. Now, I wonder how Pascal and Tyler a-"

The otter stopped when he saw that Tyler was already halfway down Pascal's long maw, their costume long since stripped by their side. The hyena's distended stomach bounced and glorped as it bobbled above the horse's skyward muzzle, his pink neck writhing and bulging outward as the horse chugged his bloated meal down.

"O-Oh, that--that's how they're doing," corrected the otter, his erection growing once more as he witnessed the event before him.

It was actually the first time he had witnessed vore take place from the outside, and it just seemed so unreal. The horse's neck was now a swollen mass that gradually lengthened as more of the hyena was swallowed, grunting as he shoehorned the huge belly into his jaws; their mouth not naturally the best equipped for such an action but doing a surprisingly good job at conforming around their prey. They gulp hard as the hyena's gut starts to be engulfed, Pascal's maw slowly climbing around it and definitely having a hard time doing so. But he was persistent: he kept going, inch by inch taking it inside, and their throat tremendous in its mass. As he finally reached the halfway point he stopped, steadying his balance before he slowly stood up, using the couch for balance, suddenly jolting upward and thereby forcing the hyena to slip a great deal more down the fuzzy gullet. The horse had to bounce himself to gradually shove the rest of the ball gut and meal down and slowly but surely the incredible feat was almost done; Tyler's wriggling paws the last thing seen before the horse consumed them. He pulled at the huge mass in his neck, jumping a little more, continuously gulping until hyena was finally sent down into the horse's now humungous, lumpish stomach.

Pascal belched triumphantly, dropping to his knees as he rubbed over his huge belly; the hyena making themselves known by continuously shifting around, making the horse neigh and groan passionately. "Urf--hic--S-See, Ty? I--I told ya I could d--do it," he laughed, murring as he felt about his distended belly, it distinctly holding the imprint of the hyena squished into its front, their huge stomach seemingly forcing them against the stomach's walls. "You're such a... good boy, I... I fuckin' love you, man..."

Trevor was silent, flabbergasted at what he had just witnessed. Sure, it was partially hard to remember what with his brain cells mildly affected by the alcohol, but he most definitely recalled most of the ordeal; particularly watching the incredible bulge travel down and merge with the belly. God... that's fucking hot as fuck.

"S-So, Trev..." the horse stammered, rubbing his giant belly, seemingly thrusting a little into it now and then. "S' fuckin' hot, right? You sh--you should learn to do this, bud. Fuck it just... feels so fucking good having someone alive inside you."

It looks fucking good, the otter thought, actually growing quite fond of the conception when he had considered it more. He looked at Bruce, the bear's tenting underwear stained with pre, the ursine seeming highly captivated by the whole thing.

It seemed like the game of Truth or Dare was over, but Pascal's new conception of it was not. "Bruce, how 'bout I give you a dare, huh?" the horse said, thumping his chest as he belched again, idly rubbing his writhing belly. "You... you swallow me."

Bruce's eyes widened, the huge bear blushing and swallowing. "Uh... like, r-right now?"

"Fuck yeah, man... your big-ass mouth got it in the bag," he laughed, kneading at his large stomach.

The bear looked at the otter, Trevor feeling quite dazed at the concept, his face flushed in hot red. Bruce cackled, "You'd like that a lot wouldn't you?"

The otter whimpered at the teasing, bashfully lowering his head and nodding.

The bear stood up, approaching the horse, kneeling in front of him and rubbing the huge stomach with his giant paws, gently scratching its sides as he nosed into it. "Mmh. Well, Trev," the bear said, gesturing them to join them. "I'm gonna need one hell of a gut massage."

Trevor gasped, whimpering as he approached, still a little dizzy as he kneeled down in front of the bear and gave it a rub, nosing into it.

"You ever felt a full gut before, kid?" the horse huffed, inviting the otter over. They complied, letting their paws rub over the squirming mound. He found a distinct bump at the top which he felt, the bulge stretching upward in response; Tyler seemingly aware of Trevor's presence. He gently squeezed it, the bulge staying still as if they were connected despite the barrier of fat and fur between them. Pascal laughed, "Clearly not."

"It feels... incredible," the otter murred, kneading around its thick sides. "I... I can't even describe it."

"I need you... to grab something for me," the horse said, which threw Trevor off.

"U-Uh, what?"

"You dummy - go down, to my room on the left; on the bed is an open package... grab the bottle inside it."

"H-Heh, oh. Sure," he complied, quickly darting up and heading to the master bedroom, spotting the half-opened cardboard box atop the covers and grabbing the big bottle of clear, pink contents before he returned to the living room; re-kneeling in front of the horse's huge stomach.

"Now, I need ya to open it, pour it over my gut until it's all slimy."

"... Why?"

"Heh, it's not for me, kid. It's for that poor soul," he said, smirking as he pointed at the bear. Bruce looked confused until a light switched on in his head, and he laughed, "Ahah, that's a good idea. I'm assumin' it's edible."

Trevor opened the bottle, squeezing the transparent pink gloop all over the horse's gut, a distinct smell of cherries soon wafting from it. He used at least half of it, spreading it all over Pascal's fuzzy stomach until it was caked in a mildly pink slime.

"Man, if I didn't have this, I don't know how the fuck you'd get me down," the horse said, dipping his finger into his navel and bringing some of the lube to his lips and licking it off. "Man, that tastes pretty good. This bear's gonna fuckin' gulp me down."

Bruce chuckled, sniffing the air and nodding boldly in confirmation.

"First, I'ma need you to climb onto that couch," the bear said, the horse complying, slowly getting to their knees as they held onto the huge gut attached to them, as if they were lifting a large, fur-coated rock. They made their way onto the couch, it creaking slightly despite it actually being firmly sat on the ground. He kneeled on the couch before standing, balancing rather well despite a few trembles; Trevor offering some help but the horse not accepting any.

"Nah, kid. I want you to get the full pleasure of watching this," he giggled, positioning himself firmly. "Now, Bruce, I'ma get some leeway by jumping into ya, OK? Will kinda force me down a little easier, but watch your jaw."

The bear huffed a little, nodding, and loosened his jaw as much as possible as it was heard unhinging and lowering significantly.

"F-Fuck, I can't wait for this shit. Ready, big guy?"

Bruce nodded.

The horse readied themselves, exhaling as they concentrated. They counted down, "Three. Two. One... CATCH!"

The horse suddenly leaped forward, forcing himself into the bear's open maw, a loud squelch and thud heard, Bruce groaning as the horse literally dove partway down his gullet, tearing the buttons from the top of his suit out until almost all of them followed; the process finally stopping at the huge, glistening gut the horse possessed which sloshed and groaned as it was thrown forward. The bear's jaws had been wrenched wide open, his cheeks huge, fuzzy balls; their neck swelled well despite not even being close to containing the largest measurement of their meal. Bruce's powerful throat swallowed hard, sending the horse down a little further, the bear the oppositional force of the horse's pushes from the couch, the two working together to get him down. The lubricant proved very useful, the bear's jaw slowly engulfing the belly in a much snake-like fashion, their maw widening as it engulfed more of it; the hyena flattening themselves as much as possible it seemed to Trevor, for the gut had grown quite smooth.

Trevor was finally seeing Bruce actually swallow someone. He had clearly only viewed his own consummation from his perspective, but to actually witness him go through with the act was in some ways greater. He was mesmerized by the bear's ability, the mountainous gut that their maw worked over no match for their hunger. He slowly approached it, bringing a paw up to the huge brown neck and rubbing it softly, gasping as he could feel the horse's belly sliding underneath; moving their caressing down to bear's big chest which was expanding as the horse's upper body made its way down. He knew he could feel the horse's head, the bulge reacting by pushing outward; a muffled chuckled heard inside.

Trevor gawked as Bruce continued to swallow Pascal, his muzzle now entirely around their huge belly, the remainder of the buttons finally exploding away as the shirt gave the hell in. As it was engulfed, the bear's throat expanded tremendously, now a huge sphere of fur as the top of his neck contained the entire width of the horse's stomach. Slowly, the bear began to tilt his head back, grabbing underneath his bulging neck as he lifted his entire upper body back, and Trevor could see that this had resulted in his meal traveling a lot faster than he had previously. The more he leaned back the quicker they were swallowed, the lube proving to be fundamental to the consummation. Pascal's head and upper body had curved and pushed the bear's belly outward slightly at the bottom, though their entire front was just a mass of varied lumps and bulges that such a detail was almost insignificant in comparison. Gradually, the lower expansion grew as more of him entered Bruce's stomach, the belly now growing outward a lot more until the mass was forming a sort of 'L' shape.

As the bear finally tilted all the way back, a hard swallow suddenly engulfed the remainder of the horse's gut, the sheer weight and the lubrication causing the rest of Pascal to rocket downwards and force the stomach outward; Bruce's gut now a mountainous, misshapen ball that sat firmly on the ground before him. The bear gasped and inhaled deeply, finally catching his breath after the ordeal, panting and gasping for air as he whined and moaned; appearing almost overwhelmed as he worked to calm his breathing down.

Trevor could not bare it any longer, the otter ripping off his cape and pants, pulling his cock out above his briefs as he began pounding at his length, moaning aloud. In one sense he wanted to wait until the bear had finished, but his desire trampled that patience as the otter almost painfully jerked himself off. His heart was racing and he was sweating wildly, his focus transfixed on the sequence of events unfolding, and he could feel himself inching ever so close to orgasm.

"C-Can I cum, Bruce?" he cried, forcing himself to hold it off.

"C-Cum the fuck... over me... right now," they responded between gasps, the bear still recovering from his meal.

Trevor complied as he moaned aloud, whining as he released a huge stream of his seed over the bear's stomach, the recipient growling in pleasure as his navel and upper belly was coated in a good load of cum. The otter's panting ceased, whining as he leaned against the gut to steady himself, gasping for air as he regained his composure.

"B-Bruce... are you OK?" the otter asked, now feeling slightly sobered up from earlier.

"Y-Yeah, hon, I'm... I'm fine," Bruce responded a little drearily, lowering their head as they rested it against their gut, its size a perfect place to rest. Trevor stroked it, leaning against Bruce's stomach and rubbing its wide sides. Pascal could be felt shifting below; a sort of wobbling motion that continued in a certain manner, the otter realizing that it was likely the horse getting off within. The commotion caused the whole gut to wobble and slosh back and forth, a great source of pleasure for the bear who whined softly in response.

This continued as Trevor moved his paws over the gut, but as he did so he was met with the bear's huge paws, the two soon holding each others'. "Holy shit, Bruce," the otter uttered, staring at the writhing gut. "I can't believe you managed to get it down. I mean, it was huge..."

Bruce chuckled, leaning back as his cheeks suddenly swell, the bear releasing a loud belch. "Uff... got big jaws, hun. Hurt like shit, though, I won't lie, a heh," they replied, leaning back and exhaling deeply. "But there's a pro side to it."

"Wh-what's that?"

"After the size of him, you'll go down in no time."

The otter gasped, feeling his cock throb and rise once again. "B-Bruce, you can't be serious?" he said, heart pounding in his chest. "I mean... after all that, you're still not full?"

"Heh. Didn't I tell ya it takes a while to fill me up?"

Trevor nodded, blushing heavily. He suddenly heard moaning coming from within the stomach, Pascal clearly reaching his orgasm as the sound increased between pauses, the gut's shaking growing until it finally ceased as the loudest moan took place; the stomach jiggling to a stop, the belly bulging largely at the front as the horse leaned back post-climax.

"Well, seems like someone's having fun in there, eh?" the bear said, bringing his long arm to the front of the gut where reachable and rubbing the horse's imprint, patting it softly. "You wanna join in on it, hun?"

The otter looked away bashfully, nodding. "Y-Yes, please."

"Then, hop on," the bear said, gesturing for the otter to climb onto his belly.

He complied, but before doing so stripped himself of his remaining clothes, also grabbing the tube of lube. He clambered onto the side of the huge stomach, careful to avoid Pascal's head as he did so. The bear's head was met soon after he got to the top, the otter lying on his front towards them, bringing up his paw and rubbing the side of Bruce's big cheek.

"I love you, big bear."

"I love you, sweetie. So, so much."

The otter grinned, bringing his paw to the bear's mouth and slowly entering it, the bear huffing as he engulfed it, his thick tongue slurping around it. The otter moaned, bringing his other paw inside, massaging the bear's muscle, the bear closing his muzzle and slurping around them making Trevor gasp in pleasure.

He removed his paws slowly, grabbing the lube and pouring it over the top of his head, letting the pink gloop drip down, rubbing it all over himself until the majority of him was covered in a glistening film.

"B-Bruce... swallow me, p-please."

Bruce grins, opening his jaws wider as the otter stared transfixed into the dark abyss, the bear's snout sniffing at the intense cherry scent that Trevor was not coated with. He brings his paws inside, slowly coating the bear's tongue with cherry, his predator murring as he did so, his hot breath spreading over him in a comforting heat. He readies himself, counting down in his head and then surging forward into the darkness.

It got the horse's huge, bulging gut inside with some effort, but Trevor was almost falling down the bear's gullet with thanks to the lubricant. As soon as he entered, he had picked up a good speed, the bear tilting his head back as the otter had leaped down his throat, helping send him down with ease. Trevor quickly felt the pulsating opening of the stomach very quickly, and as he was squished against it found the cherry smell grow quite overwhelming.

Soon, he could feel the stomach open up and accept him, quickly slipping inside even further into the pitch black depths of Bruce's stomach. Suddenly, he feels his muzzle bump against some hard flesh; the horse's large belly. "Oof!" he exclaimed as he crashed into it, the stomach bouncing beneath him, causing the horse to grunt but exclaim nothing else, the otter assuming they were asleep. Trevor felt some rippling beneath him, a lump pressing towards his face - Tyler. It was a surreal experience, and honestly a little claustrophobic initially, but the heat was gradually lulling him to sleep. He yawned, the alcohol and heat inspiring his idea to take a little nap.

"Trev... Trev...?" the muffled voice grew more audible as the otter awoke, the hyena pressing up into his back from the belly. "You OK, kid?"

"O-Oh, Tyler? Heh, yeah man, just fell asleep for a moment," the otter replied, groaning as he woke up to the pitch black stomach. "A-Are you OK?"

"Heh, I'm good. You've been out for like ten minutes, though."

"Wh-What?!" the otter exclaimed, slapping his face in frustration. "D-Does Bruce know I'm OK?"

"Yeah, I texted him."

"Oh, OK. Wait. What?"

"Yeah, I brought my phone down; it's got one of those special case things that make it waterproof. Not digestion-proof though; gotta keep it in my hands."

"O-Oh. Kinda wish I brought mine down, too. But it's not waterproof, heh. Also, I'm, uh, nude so I didn't have pockets."

The hyena laughed, "next time, I suppose. It's kinda cool; you can send the best Snapchats."

Trevor made a mental note to bring his down next time, and invest in a waterproof case. He attempted to get comfy, realizing he was actually lying on his back against the horse's stomach. He presses upward, letting the bear know of his presence; Bruce heard chuckling and responding with a gentle push downwards. He felt the grip tighten a little as if the bear was holding his hand as much as he could.

He felt the horse's belly suddenly shift, providing him a little more space in his wedge between the bear's stomach walls and the belly. "That a little better, hun?" Pascal uttered, the horse slowly reaching over and rubbing the otter's hair.

"Y-Yeah, thank you, Pascal," he replied, Trevor honestly enjoying the stroking of his hair. He twisted round, his belly now against the much larger one.

"Now, Trev... how'd you like to go a little deeper, huh? Bet you've never been in two stomachs at once."

Trevor blushed, unknown to the horse, a shiver going down his spine. It sounded very appealing; he had never actually been vored by anyone else.

"U-Uh, I mean, I should really ask Br-"

"He said it's OK," Tyler suddenly interrupted, poking the otter from below. "Just texted him. Expect a double-pat of confirmation."

"Wha?" he said, but soon he felt the bear pat his back twice, as the hyena predicted. "Oh. Well, uh, s-sure."

He was sure the horse had his common smirk as a chuckle came from him, Pascal shifting again, moving their hands up behind the otter and hugging them into his stomach. Trevor blushed, feeling himself grow hard again, though the situation was a little more awkward; not expecting to find himself in such a situation with another in such a manner.

"O-Oh, Pascal, I-I'm sorry, I-"

"Relax, hun, relax. I think Bruce'll expect what's going on, huh, big guy?" Pascal interrupted, pressing outward. The bear seemed to get wind of the situation, reassuringly patting the otter once more.

Trevor sighed, his bashful appearance thankfully blind to the horse. He slowly approached the horse's head, feeling his way round the slippery, dark stomach; his body mostly held in place with thanks to Bruce's walls behind him.

"Can I get a light, Ty?" the horse asked, the hyena mumbling something before he huffed and glurked, the horse's maw suddenly dimly lights up from within. "Heh, thanks, hon."

Trevor blushed as he saw mere outlines of Pascal's jaw, it mostly dark except for the odd lines of blueish light that reflected on the flesh inside. He steadied himself, almost slipping on some of the lube that still remained on the horse's belly, the horse using his hands as a guide to pull the otter towards him.

"Say hi to Ty for me," the horse said, suddenly grabbing him from behind and shoving Trevor into his jaws, the otter yelping as he is met with the entrance to their gullet. He lets out a soft huff as he found himself sinking down, his arms clamped on his sides as the throat gradually gulped him down, Pascal moaning as he slurped over one of his favorite species. He seemed well practiced, for Trevor was already halfway down, the horse quite eager to swallow him.

Trevor's vore experience had certainly been different today. For a start, it had been the first time he had ever actually seen the inside of a gullet, or at least as much as Tyler's light was providing; the hyena's arm comically jutting out slightly from the stomach opening with their heavy-duty cased phone pointed upwards.

He had sobered up a little more, so he got a good chance to take in the experience: it was certainly what he had expected it to look like, but to actually see it in person made him dizzy briefly. Walls of rippling flesh slowly writhed over him, dragging him downwards, its texture mostly smooth albeit the globs of saliva and gunge that caked the throat. He had to admit it was not the most attractive thing to look at, so instead, he focused on how close he suddenly was to the stomach, finding his snout contacting the phone.

"Ooh! Welcome to my home, weary traveler," the hyena joked, suddenly slipping his phone back inside, then returning both arms outwards, grabbing the otter's shoulders. "This is like that scene from that Winnie the Pooh episode, but more upsetting, visually."

Trevor and Pascal laughed, the latter starting to give him a push now. The horse certainly seemed pleased to get a hold of the otter's behind, giving it a slight squeeze, though thankfully restricting himself to just that. With the combined efforts of Pascal and Tyler, Trevor was quickly pulled inside, plopping against the hyena as he landed in the thick gloop of the stomach, causing it to groan and glorp.

There was a surprising amount of space inside, the hyena's stomach no longer hugely swollen. Trevor was curious why this could be, but soon realized it was not necessarily something he wanted the answer to. Regardless, it gave them a little more space in the tight space, the two bunched together relatively comfortably.

"Urf... Ah, welcome to Pascal's, hon," the horse said, patting his huge stomach, mushing it into both of its inhabitants, belching triumphantly afterward with a content sigh. "What do ya think of that, big guy, eh? Got yer man in me now!"

Trevor heard a loud patting sound, the horse grumbling painfully as the bear had assumingly thumped him in response, the hyena laughing.

"Ya just jealous, Bruce. Got me a tasty otter; haven't had one of those before, and they're fuckin' delicious," they continued, Pascal obviously attempting to hit a nerve.

The hyena snorted, showing Trevor his phone, Bruce's message showing an emoji looking to the side grumpily with the word 'dick' next to it. Trevor smiled, although wasn't entirely amused.

"C-Can I send him a text?"

"Course, kid. Here," Tyler said, handing him the heavy device.

Trevor tapped away, the phone working surprisingly well despite the coating of slime it was developing from his paws:

*Hey, hun, it's Trevor. Thank you for tonight. I love you. So much.*

The text was sent, soon buzzing with Bruce's reply:

*Thank you for being here with me. Sorry it had been awkward tonight at times. Will talk to Pascal again. Love you too. So, so much.*

Trevor smiled, feeling himself grow a little teary, hiding it by handing the only illuminating source back to the hyena. "Thank you, Tyler. For everything, tonight."

The hyena looked at them, their features contrasted with the shadows and highlights of the blue-emitting phone, and smiled, nodding.

"My pleasure, Trev. You're a good guy, I can see that."

Trevor reached out his paw, the hyena taking it and smirking as they gave it a squeeze.

"... I mean it though. Bruce has had guys in the past, and they weren't all bad, but you seem... different to them. I don't think it's just the vore thing - I mean, that sure is part of it, but the way you look at him. The way you are with him... I just know he means the world to you."

"Tyler, I... I love him so much," he responded, the end of the sentence slightly higher and softer as he sniffled, the hyena hugging him closely and rubbing his back gently.

"It's OK, hun, I know ya do. He's yours."

The two remained like this, snuggled together; all four of them closer than most could ever physically get.

The front door is knocked, Pascal's name being called before it was opened.

"Hey, guys, turns out they had to fucking close the store tomorrow for an inspection, so thought I'd come back here for the night," Jake said, plopping down his coat, heading down to the living room.

"They need to sort their shit ou-" he started, halting as he found Bruce and his gargantuan stomach splayed out in front of him.

The bear was now leaning his back against the sofa as his huge paws idly stroked over its huge mounds and bumps, the fuzzy, brown gut writhing in places as its massive contents shifted about inside.

"B-Bruce. What the... what the fuck?!"

"H-Hey, Jake, uh, b-back already?"

"Bruce... what the fuck happened?" the Doberman cried, looking down at the bear's stomach in horror, his paws clutching his head.

"Jake, l - please let me explain!" the bear responded, looking at the dog with wide eyes of mercy.

"There's nothing to explain, Bruce! What... what the fuck!"

The Doberman sat down on the couch, head in his paws, shaking his head. He slumped against the back, staring quietly at the ceiling.

"Jake, please, you need to understand, we--"

The Doberman rose angrily to his feet, standing in front of the bear and glaring at him; his demeanor so uncommon for the usually care-free dog. Soon, however, he relaxed, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose with his paws.

"Bruce... I was supposed to return that costume tomorrow."