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Tris stifled a yawn. It was starting to get late, and he wasn't really interacting with anyone at the house party. He looked down at the plastic cup carrying the dregs of his last orange soda amongst the clear party ice.

A familiar blue shock of hair framed by lighter blue fluff amongst large triangular ears caught the pup's eye as he looked back up.

The fox the hair and ears were attached to was grinning as he made his way over to the big dog, his own blue-tipped tail flitting back and forth behind him. He was wearing a snug tee shirt and jeans, but was barefoot, unlike the dog. "It Trissie!" Heretic called out over the music as he got close, giggling.

"It a fops!" Tris returned in kind, pressing away from the wall with a shift of his hips. "I haven't seen you in forever..."

The vulpine casually leaned closer, having to crane up to meet the significantly taller canine's gaze. "Well maybe we should go somewhere quieter to catch up?" Heretic spoke loud enough to be heard and parsed, but not so loud as to get attention from any others nearby.

It was a perfectly reasonable thing to request at a loud party, but something in his smaller friend's smirk and demeanor sent Tris into a flustered stammer. "W-well I guess th-that's a good idea, y-yeah..."

Heretic hopped up and squeezed around Tris neck with both arms, before dropping back to his feet and grasping the pup's empty cup from his fingers. "N get rid of this too..."

In the low light of the party it was hard to read the dog's blush through his dark fur, but his posture certainly showed it, especially as he was led off by the smaller male.

Distantly the lab thought he heard the friend who invited him to the party cheering him on.

The fox tossed Tris' cup into an open bag at the entrance to the kitchen without stopping, guiding the overgrown puppy up the stairs. His tail flicked and threatened to brush straight across the dog's face on the stairs. Between the blue tip and where the fluffy appendage entered his jeans, there were two bands of dyed fur. Each was the same, a spectrum, each color fading into the next from left to right.

Tris knew the pattern, as his friend had dyed it in his fur in many locations over the years. The big dog followed still, bending his neck back to avoid the avidly waggling broom, unable to repress his own tail's slow rev to full thwapping.

Heretic guided his catch into a spare (or at least unoccupied) bedroom and eased the big puppy to sit on the bed. Once Tris was situated, the fox straddled over his lap, smiling warmly. "Got myself a Trissie for the first time in who knows how long. Still the big adorable boy."

"I do my best." The black lab spoke softly, thankful that the ruckus from downstairs was mostly muted, apart from the throbbing bass travelling more easily through the floors and walls.

"You do excellently." The fox worked his fingers under the hem of the chubby dog's shirt, gently slipping his paws between the yielding fabric and soft pelt. He began to press and rub, his tail continuing to flick around.

Quivering, Tris bit his lip, blushing still. However, he reached down to his hem and peeled upwards, blocking his face for a moment while he revealed his whole torso to his friend. The white diamond marking at the center of his chest practically glowed compared to his dark fur.

Heretic paused in his ministrations for a moment, and with a deft yank with one paw got his own shirt off, tossing it aside by the time the bigger boy was setting his down on the bed. "Only fair I get shirtless too... even if you have so much more to share~" Shirtless, the fox' blue chest fur showed clearly, contrasting against the black of the majority of his fur. The fox craned down, nuzzling the top of the tummy while his paws smooshed on either side, making the whole hemisphere into a rough ellipsoid before relaxing to squeeze his fingers in in new places.

The labby squirmed a little beneath his friend's straddle as his sensitive tum was toyed with, the heavy adipose deformed and allowed to return to shape over and over in different ways. He sighed and let his tongue loll, propping himself up with his hands on the bed behind him as the rubbing and kneading continued.

Then, all at once it stopped. When Tris looked, Heretic was slipping off the bed, off of the canine's lap. The blue and black fox kneeled in front of the dog's legs and used his paws on one calf to lift its associated foot from the floor. With nimble fingers, the vulpine started to work the broad sneaker off.

Tris blushed and bit his lip. While he wasn't all that into foot paws himself, he knew that Heretic was. Sometimes just being fawned over was enough for the bashful puppy, regardless if it was for something he really understood. He felt his foot made bare, then set back to the carpet, where he could feel the fibers on his bare paw pads.

The fox repeated the action with the other shoe. Instead of letting this one down, though, he nuzzled along the sole, closing his eyes. "Hello again Trissietoes." He took a deep sniff of the rich scent of recently cleaned but still holed up in a sock and shoe for the better part of a day paw. Mostly concentrated dog scent, but with added notes of vanilla.

The feeling of the fox's whiskers brushing his paw pads sent a shiver up Tris' leg. He exhaled slowly, trying to focus on not letting the ticklish sensation result in an involuntary kick in his friend's face. The lab wouldn't be able to live with himself if he made that mistake again.

Heretic exhaled slowly as he gave the pad below the toes a peck, before he gently set it down and turned his attention to the first foot revealed. He rrrrred pleasantly as he repeated the nuzzle and inhale, filling his nostrils and lungs with the concentrated scent of his friend. But this time he pressed further. Tongue out, he ground his taste buds along the pad and up between the first two toes.

Tris gasped and clenched his fingers tight on the bedding at the sudden hot wet feeling. His toes splayed out automatically before immediately curling in again.

The fox deftly avoided getting his maw muscle caught, giggling and planting a kiss on each toe pad. Just as planned this relaxed the involuntary action and he was granted access for a second lick. His hands held his friend's ankle tightly, keeping the paw still, or at least still relative to his own face.

The labrador whined softly, his calf convulsing on its own, clenching his eyes shut tightly.

Heretic gave another slow lick, trailing along the inner curl of each toe from the side, before kissing on the top of the big toe's knuckle as he set the foot back down. "Good boy, Trissie." He giggled and leaned forward to plant another kiss just beneath the chubby canine's navel, wrapping his arms around his friend's love handles.

Tris let out a surprised little squeak, but relaxed again as his sensitive tummy was nuzzled into with the ticklish whiskery muzzle. A lick along the rim of his navel elicited a sharp inhale and a soft sigh. Soft smooches planted like pitons on the upper curve of the belly coincided with the fox pressing up from the floor again.

As the vulpine crossed the white rhombus from tip to tip, he smoothly got his feet back under himself, before easing himself back into a straddle. His tail waggled about merrily as he listened to all the cute sounds the puppy was making from being showered in so much affection. He smooched on the black lab's throat and then along the underside of his jaw. Crossing the threshold to the face once more, he adjusted his grip, wrapping one hand behind the bigger male's head, fingers meshing through the purple poof of fluff between the floppier set of ears.

This made the ensuing meeting of lips all the easier to hold onto. Tris groaned softly into the muzzle-lock, eyes closed for the last few minutes from the waves of sensation. He now tore one paw from the bedding and wrapped his thick mitt around the small of the fox's back, squeezing the trim midsection to his soft tummy. A low rumble was starting to rise out of the big pup's chest, his tail continuing to swish across the top of the bedding back and forth.

Heretic closed his eyes as well, sighing happily as he let his friend take the lead, paws greedily holding him close in the deep kiss. He worked his lips against Tris' own happily, up until he felt the lips slip away. Expecting to see a deeply blushing dog, the fox opened his eyes. His face was the one that suddenly flared into a blush.

Rather than the cute mug of the puppy he'd dragged up the stairs for some cozy fawning intimacy, the view was of the drooly, black-fleshed gape of the canine's jaws. The crooked uvula dangled over an open space, beyond which light didn't seem to escape. Drool gathered in strings to traverse from his palate to his tongue and some to escape his muzzle altogether onto the vulpine's face and chest.

And all the while it was surrounding more and more of the smaller male's head.

Tris groaned needily, both paws keeping the fox tightly held. His fat inky tongue rose from the bed between the glistening, sharpened stalagmites and curled along the underside of the vulpine's jaws. Dragging and wrapping, the maw muscle drenched black and blue fur down to the skin, drawing up a myriad of flavors.

Heretic bit his lip, and then twisted his head to nuzzle against the center of that eager tongue. Whatever plans he had were long forgotten now. The overwhelming warmth of his friend was pouring over him with each rush of air out of the lab's lungs. The back and blue fox even reached one of his 'gloved' hands up to slide it between the canine's cheek and his own, reaching forward to the back of the tongue and grasping there.

The dog's body responded in kind, grasping those fingers with peristaltic undulation and eagerly accepting the offered hand. The heated muscles rippled and drew inward, never quite yanking but inexorably advancing on their meal.

The flustered fox peeked his eyes open, turning his head back to peek over his other shoulder while his 'free' arm was getting close to being pinned to his side. His view of outside of the dog was mostly that, and the dog's discarded shoes on the carpet. He turned his head back towards his destination and was greeted by the uvula landing square between his eyes. With a little bashful giggle Heretic closed his eyes again, and nosed forward.

With an eager g-gulp, the smiling muzzle of the fox appeared in the so-recently smooched throat. From the outside it was hard to tell but it may as well have been a continuation of that trail of affection. Tris rumbled, the hand that had been on the back of his friend-turned-meal's head found a new place to grasp, along the back of the jean-clad thigh of the vulpine, thumb just squishing against the side of his rump.

Heretic wriggled, bashfully writhing at the powerful grip and the continued massaging grasp engulfing down along his chest now. The fox snuck a grope and a rub to the dog's belly with his still free hand, as it was within his range of motion still. Another swallow took that away, as his ears were filled with the rush of air and the steady, pounding two step of the big pup's heart working. The baritone rumble on the exhale added to the composition, and finally the lead made its presence known from down below.

Tris' stomach growled impatiently. It had tasted the fops and was eager to have him, so it seemed. Supporting this theory, Heretic soon felt his outstretched hand pressed to and then through a snug ring of flesh. The cardia opened to welcome the fox in, the pillowy inner walls there to meet their guest like any proper host should. As the dog made his way along the slender fox's waist, he made no attempt to undo or otherwise remove the snug jeans. His tongue just slid across blue belly fur, matting it down, before easily slipping underneath the fabric. Another swallow and his snout had snuck beneath the beltline.

The vulpine yipped bashfully at the sudden intrusion, shuddering as he felt his belt get stuck and stop moving. He squirmed a little, his arm having to bend to one side as the snug chamber ahead worked to ball him up even from the first limb it got ahold of. The next swallow, however, had Heretic's hips getting extracted straight from their denim prison and into the eager pup's jaws. Before he had much time to process that was happening, his pointed muzzle had reached the stomach's entrance as well.

The big dog started to tilt his head back, one of his paws now grasping empty denim as the calves within the pant leg were far thinner than the thigh that had occupied that spot before. The fluffy black tail slid through the garment's tail fly smoothly as it was extracted by greedy peristalsis. One dyed band vanished, then the other, hiding the spectra from the outside world, even as the smaller male's legs left his pants more and more deflated.

Deep inside, Heretic blushed and nuzzled at the soft, slimy walls. He felt them stretch with each inch of his body transferred from the outside world to their clutches by the dog's throat. The fox curled his toes a bit, and then gasped softly as he felt the tongue on his own paw pads. He squirmed about as the larger tongue wrapped around his smaller feet at the same time.

Tris clamped his jaws shut and swallowed firmly with a low groan. He tore the jeans off his face at the same time, revealing the shape of the fox's paws vanishing behind his collarbone as his belly swelled out to fill his lap.

The vulpine felt his legs piling in after him and bent his knees to tug them in a bit faster, fidgeting and bashfully sighing. With one hand he reached down and gently tugged the last of his soaked tail through the snug cardia. The squelching sound that made was almost akin to the entrance sealing shut, ensuring he was securely ensconced within his big friend.

The lab panted, paws stroking thoughtlessly along his belly. He let out a low sigh, and then opened his eyes. Realization washed over his face as he felt the squirming beneath his fingers. He sat upright fully and looked down to his stretched out tummy, the blush returning to his cheeks. "S-Sorry, fops... I..." He nuzzled the top of his belly, whining with contrition. "I d-don't know what came over me..."

"It's okay, pubby." Heretic nuzzled at the inner walls, reaching to stroke where he felt the muzzle shape pressing down on him. "It's really comfy in cute dogs, after all."

Tris whimpered bashfully and hugged his belly in his arms, closing his eyes tightly. "I... uh... I'll let you out after the party, okay?"

"Sure thing, Trissie." Heretic casually stretched out, giggling at the groan it got out of his host and blushing as the walls squeezed back in on him in response.

The labrador panted softly, blushing, and stood up slowly. Despite his shyness, his demeanor belied how often he ended up with a friend in his belly. He had no trouble finding his balance with a full person's worth of weight in front of his regular center of gravity, and walked practically unhindered over to the door, feeling the fibers of the soft carpet press up between his bare toes.

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Tris found himself waking back up on a couch downstairs. He was laying with his head propped up against one arm of the sofa and his feet up on the other. There were only a few party guests standing around, and there was a group of post-it notes planted on his bare belly. The labrador blushed deeply, reading over some of the notes as he pulled them away. 'Fops Storage' 'Man-eater' 'Gurgle Box' 'Sub-Woofer' 'Smelly Dog'... well that last one he could guess who wrote it. Putting the stack aside and looking for the guy who invited him, his belly let out a happy blorp at the shifting of weight.

Thoughtlessly rubbing his soft, empty belly, the pup was distracted by a mouse talking towards him.

"Oh cool. When'd you get that ink on your ankle, Tris?" Non asked, smiling tiredly.

Tris blinked, confused, and brought that foot up to his opposite knee. He tugged his jeans up away from his ankle and spotted a spectral band wrapping around the top of his foot like an anklet. The familiar dye made the connection his fuzzy post-meal coma brain had failed to make between his shrunken down tummy, the comments on the notes, and the new marking in his fur. Smiling sheepishly, the lab reached to rub along his paw pads slowly. As he suspected, there was a rush of bliss, as deep within his mind the essence of his fox friend stirred at the stimulation. "Oh... uh... it's new. I gotta find my clothes, Non, why don't you get the car warmed up?"

The white mouse nodded with a playful salute and headed towards the door.

The big pupper kept rubbing along his paw pads, blushing. "I... uh... I didn't mean to absorb you, fopsie..." He kneaded with his thumb a bit, biting his lip at the intensity of the sensations he was getting back. "I can let you out in the morning, though..."

Heretic's mind was beyond words, radiating bliss with every squeeze and rub between hand paw and foot paw.

Tris looked around and shyly pocketed the post-it notes, before getting up with a grunt. As he shifted weight onto his feet he felt a soft squeal of bliss at the compression and squirmed in place. "I... I'll let you out in the morning; I'm a good puppy..." He muttered, more to himself than to his absorbed friend as he walked off in search of his clothes.