I Can Make Sure You Get Home
#9 of Schism
(cw: neuter, rubber furs, size difference, cartoonyness, neuter groin, suggestive vore bulge placement )
Somewhere in the Shining Lands, a little feral skunk's gotten lost, but a helpful more anthro deer knows where he belongs.
Amber the deer belongs to BalloonPop
Tris looked around. He'd never been in this part of the forest. He hadn't left rubber behind, thankfully. The trees and canopy glistened and squirked softly as the wind passed over the leaves, which filtered light down to the squishy, well polished ground. The skunk sighed, taking a few steps towards a tree and giving it a kick with one of his little hindpaws.
"Lost, sweetie?"
Turning at the feminine voice, Tris saw its source in the form of a curvy deer, obviously female judging from her eyelashes. "Uh, yeah. I've never been to this part of the forest before." He was acutely aware that she towered over him, probably three times his height as she walked over to him and kneeled, smiling.
The deer reached out and stroked over the skunk's head and down to his tail tenderly. "I can make sure you get home."
Tris smiled awkwardly, "Thanks. Uh... my name is Tris."
She smiled widely, "Hi Tris. My name is Amber."
"It's good to meet--" He interrupted himself with a squeak as her hand suddenly scooped up under his rear, grasping the base of his tail and keeping it firmly held across his rear.
Amber licked her lips, and then across Tris' face. The skunk shuddered, and then everything was dark.
He felt warm slickness all around the top half of his body, and then realized the sensation on his belly was a tongue grinding and rubbing. He blushed and squirmed, trying to wiggle free. As he did so he suddenly sank deeper with a press on his rear.
Amber mmmed all around him, and then pressed her tongue between his legs, stroking along the smooth rubber there and smiling at the reaction it garnered.
Tris writhed and moaned weakly, shuddering as that sensitive spot was teased, keeping his mind well occupied until he realized her lips were around the thick part of his tail, and his head and shoulders had entered something tighter, which flexed around him insistently. The whole world rotated towards his head.
The deer mmmed again and swallowed firmly, tilting her head all the way back and letting the skunk's tail trail past her lips, stroking her throat as it distended with the shape of the skunk that passed behind it. As the lump settled into her narrow middle, she stood up, rubbing along the squirming form affectionately.
Tris panted softly, writhing and pressing at the walls as he squished out the other end of the tight, flexing passage. Once his tail joined him, he braced the thick appendage against one wall of the rubber stomach and pushed firmly.
The deer moaned, watching a nicely defined bulge of her catch's muzzle and forepaws pressing clearly out of her stomach. "Ooooh... good skunkie. A bit lower please." She pressed down on him, but not inward, shifting his bulges down to the smooth spot between her legs, panting happily.
The trapped skunk shuddered and pushed harder, more of his body pressing out into a bulge with the change in orientation, squirming and pressing against the elastic pressure which demanded he curl back up. Tris yelped as everything changed.
Amber indulgently closed her thighs across the bulge her meal was causing and ground them together, licking her lips. She rubbed over the bulge of the trapped skunk's back, pressing her hips forward into it as her thighs squeezed around him, panting a bit harder, before she gasped and encanted a single word. "Mine." She shuddered all over, pleasure flowing through her body. She slowly pulled her hand away, spreading her thighs, before stroking over the smooth curve of her underbelly down between her legs, shuddering at the lingering pleasure there. "I told you I'd get you home~" She sighed wistfully, and started to walk off. "Welcome home, Tris."