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"How do you feel?"

John's face showed that he was still struggling to answer, cheeks slightly puffed as if his body was trying to decide if he would keep it down. After a few little ulps, John finally swallowed powerfully, letting out a little gasp. Felicity's worried face lightened, and she took the large plastic bottle out of her boyfriend's paws as he caught his breath. John was quick to recover his good spirits, even as he licked the unusual cocktail off his lips...particularly as he watched his girlfriend's adorable cotton-white tail flicking gently as her perky butt rounded the corner out the door.

John relaxed on the bed with a sigh, propped up against the headboard as he rubbed his belly gently. The massive wolf found himself fidgeting and trying to get comfortable, almost painfully nervous. Sure, he was excited, but he couldn't help but wonder if their preparations were enough as he wiped some mixed drool off his muzzle.

Antacids. Muscle relaxants. Pain pills. All washed down with half a bottle of Olive oil. This was the first thing he'd swallowed that day, and while it settled the discomfort in his belly, he was still very hungry.

"Oh! Did you take the Oral spray?" Felicity called from the other room, voice partly muffled by the running shower.

After a brief look through the small box of bottles by the side table, the wolf barked back, "No, babe! You sure we got it?"

"Yeah, we left it in here!" she replied with a little bleat of glee, and John nodded softly, face a bit bemused. Was he hoping that she'd call it off? No, no he wanted this too. The idea was making twinges below his belly, stirring the contents of his bare lap, and he knew how much the idea meant to her. She swore it would work, which helped calm his nerves only a little. What had done much more was her eyes locked on his during the first conversation, not shying away or narrowing in anger at his anxiety. It meant the world how she'd gripped his giant paw in that way she did, the way that made her feel even bigger than him, as she reassured him that saying "no" would not cost him her love. Over and over she had made it clear that at any point he could say no and he'd be just as loved after saying it.

That freedom had been enough, and he swallowed softly as he heard the shower squeak shut, and he felt excitement as he watched the door like a puppy waiting for the mailman.

Felicity giggled gently as she stepped in, the slightly bit of light let in from the drawn blinds sparkling on her damp fur. As she approached, John's eyes sparkled, finding himself letting out an adorably dorky little sigh as his eyes roamed over her.

The piebald doe was small, unassuming. A slender, androgynous frame usually hidden under baggy clothes was now proudly on display, from her soft, modest breasts to the far less soft little length projecting from her lap. Her eyes, usually hidden by dark-rimmed glasses by design, now sparkled as she gazed up at John with a mix of nervous excitement and apprehension.

In her

As she stepped up to the side of the bed next to her reclined boyfriend, she still had to reach up to hand him his throat spray, holding up a cup for him like Oliver Twist asking for more as he held his muzzle high, letting the sickly cherry solution do its work.

His girlfriend was often confused for his niece, his student, or worse when they went out, and they'd occasionally been stopped by security or police. The two had been placated with hasty excuses about "her size", when they even offered an apology. To be fair, there was nearly a 3-foot difference in height and nearly 200 pounds in mass between the two. However, the two knew the deeper subtext.

A large wolf, with a tiny waif of a doe on his arm. No one knew whether he was more likely to abuse her or outright eat her...

Ironic, given the current circumstances.

With a messy splort, John spat the spray back into the cup, Felicity making a face as she hurriedly ran to the bin to dispose of it. She also made a show of wiping the pinkish mix of drool and medicine off her wrist. After doing so, her ears folded and she blushed heavily, realizing if she'd have an aversion to drool on her body, she'd have some reconsidering to do.

"You...sure you're still down for this?"

John's voice was small behind her, sounding less like her big, strong wolf and more like a nervous child at the dentist. Felicity's heart went out in that moment, and as she turned around, she could see the nervousness in his eyes. Her own eyes were tender, almost maternal, and she quickly returned to the bed, slowly sliding onto the bed on all fours. Stalking toward him between his legs, her soft breasts bouncing as they hung and her little cock hard, she kept her gaze on his. John blushed slightly at the sight, still amazed at the growth his little "former" friend had shown since their first, explosive confession. He blushed even more as her delicate paws landed on his belly, starting to rub with tender, loving attention. The contact both helped the poor wolf relax and excited him further, his nerves redirecting into a much more pleasant tension.

Felicity noticed of course, eyes gleaming at the first hint of her boyfriend's tip slipping out of his tightening sheath, but now was not the time for that...well, perhaps a little. Leaning forward, sandwiching his sheath between his lower belly and her supple little form, she rubbed her damp face and chest against his empty tummy, letting out soft, tender sounds as she continued to massage and calm her big, strong wolf...

As John's nervous little breaths gave way to slow, happy groans and murrs, Felicity slid up his form and into his lap, making sure her entire body ground against the length of his crotch in her shameless way, before perching himself against his chest. Cupping his massive face, she turned his muzzle down to look him dead in the eyes, voice soft but very firm.

"Remember, baby...you can say no. If you're scared, I won't feel slighted. Quite the opposite, in a way. I can slide back down there, and we can have our usual fun before I go get you a nice, juicy steak..."

While it should have been verboten for a tiny little prey species to so openly encourage him to eat meat, Felicity was not the most normal of herbivores. Her predilections would have scared John, were they not shared by him or were they coming from such a wonderful girl.

"You don't have to be a hero, you're already mine. But if you want to do this, we can. I think we'd have fun..."

Her voice trailed off, and she looked down at his chest, hiding her gaze. John frowned, ears flattening again. Here it was...

He knew that, even in spite of their relationship, there was an undercurrent that she was ashamed of. Sure, their size difference was a source of kinky appeal, but it prevented the pair from properly sharing each other in the way couples ought to. There was no way for them to be "together", something the doe felt so self-conscious about that she'd offered for him to find a nice wolf girl on the side. He'd vehemently dismissed the idea, and the two made use of a myriad of other soft, tender methods to ensure that neither was left for wanting...but still, it was clear Felicity felt she had to step up the game to keep them both happy. She needed to up the ante to keep the fire going, and it was clear she knew she'd still pressured him into this.

In that moment, just from the peek at her averted gaze, John could see some real guilt in her eyes. That, combined with the blush in his cheeks from her words, compelled the wolf to act. She might have been his anchor, but he'd always be her rock.

Taking her by the hips, he lifted her up his chest enough for his lips to meet hers. Felicity squeaked, before immediately moaning into him. With his lips so much bigger than hers, it was easy for her muzzle to practically get lost in there, something that she did not mind at all. She'd felt little tickles of this in the back of her mind since their very first kiss, and knowing that, John played the part well. Opening his muzzle slightly, he let her slide her face between his lips a bit, enough for her to start playing with his tongue just a little. He let out a growl, sending hot, warm breath cascading over her face, and she outright whimpered in delight. As he felt her cock throb against his chest slightly, John made up his mind.

Guiding her from the kiss, he gripped her waist tighter and lifted her into the air, holding her above his face and chest. She let out a startled bleat, followed by a girlish giggle of excitement as she looked down at him. Licking his chops and nearly stopping her heart at the sight, the wolf gazed into her eyes, ignoring the pang of fear in his chest.

"I love you..."

Felicity felt so much in that moment that she could have teared up, but all she did was smile reassuringly down at him, reaching down to stroke his muzzle one more time.

"I love you too, baby."

With one more giant, toothy grin...John opened his mouth wide, showing the doe her fate. Past the rows of sharp, predatory fangs and the strong tongue she'd just tasted, a dark, hungry gullet, waiting to engulf her whole.

As John started guiding her feet down into his gaping maw, Felicity was already huffing and squirming in excitement, culminating in another scared, aroused squeal the moment his tongue flicked over her hooves. This was the hardest part, according to her surreptitious research on some very dubious forums. If he could slip those in without hurting himself or getting sick, the rest would be easy. All their medicines should have done the trick...

When at last her feet neared the back of his throat, there was a pause, and a deep breath from the pair, before John gulped loudly.

Felicity's eyes went wide as her hooves sank down into his throat, John already having taken her in past the ankles. The sight of her body starting to disappear into him was an image that filled her body with such horror and an excitement she simply could not explain. This was an image she'd found herself imagining even as a fawn, before sexuality tinged and overrun these innocent fantasies. And now, after years of subconscious hope...it was really happening.

By the way John moaned around her, and the way his flesh was very rapidly growing against his belly, it seemed he was no less excited. He was aware of the effect he had, the impressions he gave based upon his size and species. He'd spent his entire life trying to ignore everyone who just saw him as a crazed, hungry beast, a big bad wolf. But now, with his beloved, he was able to have his moment, be an alpha predator, all shared with the girl he adored. Her release was his taste of freedom.

Another gulp, and a foot of her legs slipped deeper down into him. The pressure was intense, but not painfully tight, and so unbelievably warm and wet. With a big enough muzzle to let her avoid his fangs, all he had to do was fight the urge to bite down. He could ignore it, sure, but as he gulped again, he was drooling like a tap. She had the texture of a soft, warm fruit. Ripe and juicy, perfectly picked and ready to feast upon. His belly rumbled in excitement, unaware that it was about to be tricked.

Just as Felicity was about to let out a nervous, happy giggle as her knees passed under his lips, John stopped gulping. He wasn't choking, but he'd stopped swallowing her, his eyes away from hers. The little doe tilted her head in confusion, and started to reach toward his face. Her whispered voice was filled with concern as she swallowed back her pleasured huffs. "Baby, are you okay? Do you need to sto-"

She had assumed he was averting his gaze from her as a result of second thoughts, not liking the taste, or something else her anxiety was screaming at her. What she had not realized was that her legs had parted just a bit as she'd started slipping into his mouth, and his eyes were laser-focused at the little sliver of her soft, warm pussy between her thighs and her cock, drooling and rock hard. Opening his mouth a little wider, her inquiry was cut off in a shocked bleat as his tongue slipped between her thighs. Almost like a wave crashing against her shores, the wolf's wide, warm tongue pressed between her legs, an audible splat ringing out as the drool-drenched organ met her folds. Felicity's wide eyes rolled back into her head as she let out an undignified, mindless groan of pleasure. Sadly, she was too small for him to slip his tongue inside, but he could slurp and bathe her crotch with a constant assault of pleasure. He sometimes teased to her that she'd maybe have more fun if he had a dragon's tongue, albeit with a hint of fold in his ear as he did. Every time he did, Felicity would always stride over and stick her muzzle between his lips deep enough to kiss his tongue directly. Every time she did, he would be left with a pleasant swarm of butterflies in his belly.

As Felicity moaned and writhed in his grip, his tongue grazed her balls, bringing out a little squeak. John let out a muffled growl, before adjusting the angle of her body enough to start lovingly licking and bathing the rest of her crotch. Her small package was the size of a piece of candy on his tongue, and he slurped and lapped at her balls and cock with far too much enthusiasm to simply be charity. He loved that he was making her feel good, certainly, but the wolf could not deny that this was one of his favorite pastimes. Up until now, he was curious as to whether this fixation of his had deeper meaning. However, as he so emphatically ate his girlfriend out as he ate her, he had no more questions.

Felicity was in heaven. She tried not to admit it, but the relief in knowing her longtime crush shared in her proclivities paled in comparison to his relative indifference toward her additional equipment. He did not shower her with questions after they recovered from their first time, he neither tried to avoid it nor did he focus upon it too much. As far as John was concerned, her shaft was just another soft, warm, cute thing under her skirt that he could make feel good with a heavy slurp of his tongue.

This happy assurance, combined with the amazing feeling of her cock being bathed and dwarfed by his massively wet, warm tongue, made her nearly go limp in his grasp. This only helped in their game, as John was relieved she wasn't playing up being a "helpless victim about to be devoured alive." While he knew she had a few of those comics saved, Felicity knew fully well that playing that angle would squick the poor, sweet wolf out. With her barely moving, and letting out soft, tender noises of pleasure, John's anxieties were put to rest, and he could solely focus on the sensation of slipping a nice, warm snack into his mouth.

Another mighty gulp, and her cute butt landed against his lips, the wolf making a delightfully hedonistic moan of pleasure, rolling her around on his tongue like a buttercream mint. Felicity was giggling drunkenly by now, cock throbbing and leaking onto the wolf's lip. At this point, he needed to go faster, for even with his nose flaring and sending delightful puffs of breath over the doe's damp form, he didn't want to choke.

Swallowing again, he actually gagged, trying to slip her hips down into his throat, and Felicity broke out of her spell immediately to hurriedly look down at him in concern. Before she could check again though, he gulped even harder...and swallowed her svelte hips, lips barely kissing under her breasts. At this point, Felicity's cock had already been leaking like a tap, garnishing his meal with a little pleasant seasoning. But now, pressed against her belly by John's tight, pulsing throat, the poor girl had little chance of making it the whole trip. Her eyes rolled into her head, letting out an uncharacteristically whorish moan of joy as she throbbed and pulsed. The pressure on her kept her climax from completing, but a mix of sweet silk and salty seed dribbled down his esophagus, giving John's starved belly a taste of what was to come.

John patted her back with a finger after she'd stopped squirming, trying to get her attention. He looked up at her questioningly, perhaps wanting to know if she wanted to continue since she already got off. Felicity, however, still throbbing and still feeling tense inside, wanted more, and she squeezed his face in mindless glee before nodding excitedly. John grinned around her, his tongue plopping against her upper back, and he started huffing and swallowing the rest of her. She lifted her arms as she was quickly taken in, only stopping him to leave a kiss on his upper lip...before the wolf watched her beaming face disappear from sight as she was taken into his muzzle entirely.

His cock throbbed powerfully at the confusing, impossible sight, and he lifted a paw to his throat, bulging grotesquely with her gently squirming, feminine form. The pain pills and muscle relaxants were doing their job, but she needed to not dawdle on the scenic route for too long. Gulping her down hurriedly, John's eyes rolled into his head as he felt his love's head rest on his tongue, the kinky doe rubbing her cheek on the fleshy organ with her same adorable enthusiasm. This was the point of no return, and John found himself hesitating...

"Do it, baby..." Felicity's husky, somewhat labored voice called from inside his mouth, and with a surge of emotion, John swallowed powerfully. Felicity's head vanished down his throat, and John

By now, Felicity was cast in darkness, still thankfully able to breathe thanks to John's still stretched throat. It felt like a tight embrace, slipping into a slick cocoon around her, but one that pulsed and clutched around her so tenderly. Her hooves had breached into an opening, her legs starting to dangle, and she wiggled in a childlike glee before tucking her knees slightly, not wanting to give the poor wolf an ulcer. Her paws were the last to go, and John was treated to the feeling of her dainty paw lovingly caressing down the length of his tongue...before vanishing entirely.

Outside, John swallowed one more time, before huffing and gasping, tears in his eyes from the exertion and struggling to breathe around his stuffed esophagus. Between huffing puffing through his nose, he swallowed as many gulps of air as he could, anxiety pushing blood to the skin as he faced his fear of potentially smothering her. Still feeling her wriggle, he slowly ran his paw over his throat as she descended past his chest and into his abdomen, starting to breathe a little easier even as he felt his body struggling to accommodate her.

It was a tense few moments for both of them, until finally, with a muffled slosh, a gurgle, and a gasp of relief...Felicity slid into his stomach. John had successfully swallowed her.

The wolf caught his breath, rubbing his slightly sore throat and ruing having to go into work and give a presentation come Monday. He could feel the weight on his lap, but he needed to prepare himself first. After another gulp of air for his beloved and some mental encouragement, the wolf looked down and subsequently uttered a cavernous, throaty moan. His belly was massive, appearing obese, and spilled out onto his lap. While not grossly distorted with the imprint of limbs or a horrified face, as some of Felicity's comics scared him into imagining, he could see his belly shifting and moving slightly, bringing relief as it meant she was still all right, as well as pushing some intense feelings into his lap. The wolf was not small by any means, certainly not in terms of his equipment, but he could barely see the tip of his throbbing cock from around the massive bulge of his overstuffed belly. He didn't just feel like an Alpha predator, he felt like an Olympian God, swollen and heavy with an amazing, writhing meal in his belly...but not ready to get lost to fantasy just yet, he patted his belly in concern.

Inside, Felicity patted back, very much all right. The experience was unusual, slightly unnerving at first, as she felt like she'd been stuffed inside a beanbag chair. With no light, her only senses were There was very little extra room, Felicity felt a pang of sympathy for the poor wolf whose belly was likely straining to contain her. However, her sympathy was short-lived as his stomach clenched around her, and she huffed in pleasure. This was more than she had expected. Sure, it was warm, dark, and humid...but the feeling of being completely encased by his body, by these muscular walls, was exciting.

Slowly, John started rubbing his belly, and Felicity gasped as his paw sank in, trailing against her form. It felt quite nice, and she wriggled against the encroaching wall, far too comfortable to be claustrophobic. John chuckled softly like a little boy with a new toy, and he continued to stroke, pat, and even jiggle his swollen abdomen with a mounting confusion about his mounting excitement. Inside, Felicity rolled and swirled around, her bare body happily playing around in the bit of wetness that pooled at the bottom. Normally, she'd find the idea revolting, but between the mountain of antacids, the olive oil to slicken and coat the belly, and the lack of food, it was little more than a very bland vinaigrette. Faintly venison-flavored...

He'd eaten her. Her boyfriend ate her. John had eaten her alive, and she was in his stomach...

Despite the pleasurable sensations around her, the sheer impact of that reality resounding through her was more powerful than a live wire. In that moment, Felicity doubled over, belly tightening almost painfully, as she huffed and moaned. She was more aroused in the moment than she had ever been, and her half-awake cock sprung back to life almost angrily. Her vision got a little foggy, and she realized she was running low on breathable air. Hurriedly, she pounded her fist on his stomach's wall twice in quick succession, not hard, but firm.

John had nearly found himself blissed out in the haze of his gigantic meal, but at the feeling of her signal, he sat back upright. Quickly patting his belly firmly back, the wolf opened his muzzle...and let out a resounding, cavernous belch.

Felicity, already holding her breath, found herself clenched almost too tight with the absence of extra air, John's body clenching and pulsing around her. In that moment, she was reminded that his body was actively trying to digest her...

While she wouldn't dare admit it, the idea of being digested was beyond erotic. However, if she had mentioned this to John beforehand, she was sure he would have backed out. Felicity had no doubt John would have seen this whole affair as her secret plan to end her life, not with a bang but a gurgle. This was far from the truth, the doe had no desire to die, even inside her big studmuffin's belly...

But, even if it was the second of oxygen deprivation that made her loopy, the idea that she was about to be engulfed, dissolved, and absorbed made her eyes roll back in her head, and made her cock throb powerfully, painting John's stomach in giant, pent-up streaks of dreams coming true.

Just as quick as he'd belched, the feeling filled with so much relief that it nearly made his flesh tingle, John quickly re-swallowed his bellyful of air, before relaxing with a sigh. Felicity took in a few lungfuls as her body limply slid down into the puddle of warmth, feverishly and mindlessly masturbating out the rest of her climax. John could feel the extra bit of warmth, and he felt a bit worried for a moment...until he realized not only was she still moving, but oscillating in a rapid, repeating pattern.

The wolf smirked, before biting his lip as his own massive length throbbed. Reaching past his belly, he closed his paw around his cock with a moan. He derived so much pleasure knowing she was feeling good as is, but something about his girlfriend cumming inside him like this was exciting. As he started to masturbate, huffing and moaning, his wrist kept bumping his swollen belly, writhing and pressing against him. Even with his decent muscles, the wriggling mass of her felt weirdly soft...pleasant...

Almost experimentally, he rested his palm on his shaft and pressed it into his swollen, filled belly, letting out a cavernous moan as he let his flesh tease his own. Between Felicity rolling around in there and his belly trying to clench around her, it felt like another partner stroking and kneading him in a soft embrace.

Felicity woke up from her afterglow as she felt something pressing against her back. Turning around, kneeling in his stomach and looking up blindly, she lifted herself and pressed her belly and chest against it. Feeling the shape throb, she grinned, knowing exactly what it was.

As John started to stroke himself again, he felt an unusual pressure and looked down to see an unusual protrusion from his already distended belly. After some discomfort from it shifting...it settled, snuggled up next to his flesh, even trying to reach around it to engulf it from within.

John's mouth filled with drool as he started pawing off much more insistently, feeling Felicity's body trying to hump and grind against his length. It wasn't the same as when she ran her velvet form over his flesh like she had done minutes before, like they both loved, but neither could deny that this was as exciting as it was strange. As John kneaded his cock into his plush, doughy belly, snarling and huffing, so Felicity rolled her hips and writhed her body outward against his flesh, moaning and whimpering.

She'd barely spent 10 minutes inside of him, but the two were so lost in their world that it could have been years. John was starting to pant, pausing to gasp, belch revoltingly, and then grossly gulp down air for his beloved as his cock started drooling onto his chest and belly. He noted with a particular shudder that his latest massive spurt of pre landed on his belly exactly where she was undoubtedly rubbing her cheek against the inside of his belly. Felicity was faring about as well, as despite her climax and a half already, she felt her body throbbing as her cock slid over the sticky, damp flesh. She could feel the walls tensing around her, threatening to clutch her in the way she'd come to love, and she reached out as best as she could to try and embrace John's flesh, hug it to her as tightly as he held her...

With a room-shattering bark, John's entire body seized up as he threw his head back in jubilation, cock throbbing powerfully and sending a geyser of a rope of cum all over his belly and chest. He kept pumping, body clenching and releasing as he forced it all out. Inside him, Felicity's own scream of pleasure had been muffled, but that did not stop her from wailing in helpless joy as she fucked her own clenched paws as she was gripped by all sides, nor the bleat of release as she let go. Her own cum was slathered over her already slick and sticky breasts and belly, the mix of his fluids and hers making it hard to remain upright.

As his belly relaxed, Felicity fell back onto her rear with a little giggle, kneading out the last few pearls. She too let out a sigh, resting in the warmth of his...

Was she itchy?

Her butt felt strangely uncomfortable, and she sat up on her knees, clutching her fluffy cheeks with concern as she knelt in the puddle of his stomach's juices. Was it that high before? It was previously just a little puddle, but now it was nearly ankle deep. And speaking of her ankles, they were itching more and more just under the surface, along with her legs and thighs. She tried to stay upright but the slickness of his flesh made it hard to move. She squirmed, trying to slip out of the liquid a bit. She couldn't see, but she imagined her skin was starting to get irritated. It was almost as if it was slightly burned...

"...oh."

John's eyelids were heavy, the king on his throne with belly full, balls empty, resting in a mess of well-spent seed. He felt utterly satisfied, rubbing his belly idly as he relaxed. This was well worth it, Felicity was right. After this was over, though, he'd definitely need a good dinner. Maybe they could check out that new Chinese buffet right down the-

His eyes flew open and he grunted in discomfort as he felt her pound on his belly again. He swallowed another big breath for her, but it didn't stop, and it was starting to hurt. John glared at his belly in annoyance, watching his belly ripple under the impacts from within. Even as he kept gulping down air, she continued her painful tirade inside him. It was like she was punching him! What on earth had gotten into her?

Even if she couldn't hear him, he still snapped at her automatically.

"Fell, what is hap-"

The wolf was cut off by a loud, cavernous belch. With it, he felt a clutch from his belly...and tasted a burn on the back of his throat.

"...oh no."

The next few minutes were rushed, chaotic, painful, and messy. There was a trail of carnage between the bedroom and the bathroom, the latter likely in need of a full day of maintenance. The process had not been pretty, and empty bottles of ipecac littered the tile floor like a surreal drug den. One could only imagine the horrific sounds the neighbors had heard.

However, peace soon fell upon the two's little apartment, the only sound coming from the likely ghastly shower.

Fell lay on the bed, the soaked blankets haphazardly tossed to the side as she spread out atop the sheets. With her face pressed into her crossed arms, face hidden to the world, she once again felt herself in the midst of a confusing mixture of emotions: relief, regret, embarrassment, shame, and cooling fear, all still mixed with a little hint of satisfaction.

She'd made it out all right, not horrifically injured or resembling a hairball. However, as she laid on her belly, she took great care not to move her lower half more than possible. The fur of her ass, thighs, legs, and even a bit of her balls was notably a few shades desaturated, thanks to the incoming tide of stomach acid. They'd done well to load John up beforehand, but not even an entire pharmacy could stop a wolf's belly from eventually recognizing food. Thankfully, the stomach acid was not nearly strong enough to actually hurt her, but under her fur, her skin was certainly raw and tender, like a moderate, annoying burn. The doe did not look forward to trying to explain to her boss that she might need to take a day or two off after "seriously scalding herself in the shower."

It was safe to say, after her brush with being digested, she was relatively over the idea. Perhaps it was less literal, more metaphorical, this fascination she held. Maybe she just wanted to be consumed in someone, lost within them and becoming a part of them, their bodies and souls truly mixed as one...

This introspection did not extend to being literally swallowed alive, though. Up until those last few minutes, it was one of the hottest things she'd ever done. She felt like this should have turned her off from the idea altogether...but she still felt exhausted little twinges in her belly in spite of her sore body.

While she could have done without being scorched and then violently puked up into the bathtub, beggars can't be choosers. In reality, she felt much more sorry for John, who had been sobbing with apologies in between dry heaving and coughing. She sighed, feeling lousy on that front, as John would probably be in just as much or even more discomfort in the coming days...

He'd been nice enough to let her take the first shower, even though his would have taken a fraction of the time, and by the time Felicity heard the water stop, she was nearly dry.

Minutes later, the doe was roused from a near-nap by a little tap at the door, and she gingerly shifted her head around to lock her gaze with the remorse-drenched eyes of her wolf. Standing in the doorway, still dripping and he wavered as if unsure whether it was proper to enter. In one paw, he had a glass of water. In the other, he had a stack of crackers he nibbled from carefully. He looked much better, albeit still a little green around the gills.

Awkwardly, he smiled and waved, both halfhearted and endearingly pathetic. Timidly, he approached the side of the bed. Hovering, he offered Felicity the water, but she waved it off lethargically.

"Felicity, I-"

Not ready to lift her head, she waved her paw dismissively again. Just as John was about to trudge away with his tail between his legs, she patted the bed in front of her head. When he hesitated, she murmured. "C'mere, babe..."

Setting the crackers and the cup down on the side table, he very delicately started to climb onto the bed, trying not to bump her or get too close. Glancing up and seeing him in a towel, Felicity flashed him a look of "really?", and john dutifully removed the towel. Sitting how he had before, reclining against the headboard with legs open, he looked down at her in a mix of guilt and concern.

Slowly, Felicity huffed and puffed as she lifted her chest up, before wincing and whimpering as she started to crawl forward. Her upper thighs weren't too bad off, but every graze of sore skin on the cotton sheets felt like sandpaper. John tried to reach forward, but Felicity grunted, putting him back in his place. Slowly, she nestled herself between his legs, looking up at him with a neutral expression.

Just as the wolf was about to get worried, she lowered herself into her favorite place. namely, his crotch. With her chest slightly popped up by his large, firm balls, her chin rested on one while her cheek rested against his sheath. She let out a happy sigh, closing her eyes as she got comfortable. John also relaxed, relief washing over him as he slightly closed his legs, thighs carefully pressing against her sides and "hugging" her. Even when they weren't in the mood, this was one of her favorite ways to get comfortable, and the wolf did not mind at all. He did, however, resist the urge to stroke up and down her back.

"It wasn't your fault, baby," she murmured tiredly, before reaching her paw up. Reaching around his sheath in a sort of side-hug, she started rubbing his lower belly again. After a wince, John let out a cavernous sigh as her paw, tiny as it was on his massive body, sent shockwaves of relief through him.

Massaging and stroking the entire time, she continued. "You're not responsible for what your body does, nor what your freaky girlfriend pressures you to do-"

John's words of protest were cut off as Felicity gave his sheath a little squeeze. The damp, hypersensitive wolf gasped and twitched, before letting out a grunt of pain. With her face still snuggled against him tenderly, she added both paws into the fray.

As she trailed her delicate fingers through the slightly coarse fur of his lower belly as much as she could reach, she started to speak again. ""Come dinnertime, I'll order in. You've earned a proper meal."

"Can...mind ordering two tofus this time?"

Felicity giggled, before looking up at him with a smile. all the high emotions of the last few hours and all the tension, all was settled immediately with that comforting gaze. John wondered in that moment, as his heart melted and he beamed back, if she knew just how important she was to him. She really was his anchor, the little thing with so much strength that he could latch onto. He knew she looked to him in a similar way, but she'd never admit the power she had...though, something told him that she knew it. Especially after she tilted her head down to kiss one of his balls so lovingly, cooing up at him as he shivered.

"Of course, baby. You know, I probably shouldn't have cum in you. It might have triggered your body into thinking there was...what?"

Felicity raised an eyebrow at the sight of John's goofy little grin, and snickered with an apologetic little fold of his ears. "Sorry, sorry baby...it just never gets old hearing that."

Felicity glared up at him, giving the wolf a little prod to his lower belly, before just as quickly rubbing the spot tenderly as he threw a wounded look down at her.

"You're such a child...but still, thank you. I know you were worried, but you still tried it for me. I can't blame you for anything that happened, you definitely sprung into action. Didn't let me..."

Her voice trailed off slightly, as she was hit with a shudder of fear at the idea of what had begun happening. She shuddered again, however, as her soft flesh also tingled at the idea. God fucking damnit, she through to herself with a grimace that she hid by burying her face in John's crotch again.

"Think you...you...you know..."

John's voice also trailed off, as he tried to figure out how to ask his question, or whether it was remotely appropriate to ask. Gingerly, he rested a paw on the back of her head, and while she stiffened, still not over being clenched inside him, she did relax under the familiar touch.

"If you...wanna try this again sometime?"

Felicity looked startled as she snapped her up at John, who immediately lost his confidence and started backpedaling and stammering. Apologies, "just kidding"s, and a flurry of other words left his muzzle, all of which were corked as she patted his mound for attention. Nervous again, the wolf gazed down at the doe.

"I might...not want to go the full distance again, at least for a while. But I definitely had fun. Next time, we can be more careful...but still have fun."

As her sentence left her muzzle, a very particular grin creased her muzzle, one that John knew was reserved for only certain topics and pulled out during certain moods. It was a crooked, narrow-eyed smirk that almost left the doe looking predatory, and one John met with a full fanged grin of his own.

The two were not a normal couple, and they made no pretense of it. They were also perfect for each other.

"Babe, let me help you feel better."

"If you can," Felicity murmured blithely, eyes closed as she rubbed her cheek against his warm flesh tiredly. "What do you think we should use? Something like a sunburn medicine, like Aloe Vera? Or maybe something basic, like a baking sod-"

Felicity's voice was cut off as John slowly slid out of her grasp, and Felicity let out a sound of protest as her warm, comfortable crotch pulled away from her. That sound became a legitimately hurt, mournful whine as he got off the bed entirely, the deer unable to move enough to watch him as his footsteps disappeared out of the room.

"Baby?" she called, starting to shake. Right now, she really needed him close. Sure, she had played it off well, but this was certainly a traumatic event. After all this upheaval, and in this pain, she needed her John. She needed her big, strong wolf. She started quivering and sniffling, tears welling up in her eyes as anxiety started to well up in her. "John, baby, please...baby come ba-OH!"

Felicity suddenly gasped, eyes going wide, as something very cool dribbled onto her rear. It didn't stop, a stream of some syrupy fluid raining gently down upon her. John's soft little chuckle behind her bid the deer calm down, wiping her eyes on the bed as she gasped and squirmed. With how sensitive her flesh was, the sensation was strange, but oddly pleasurable. After John made sure ribbons were slathered over her legs, thighs, and lower back, she could hear a much darker chuckle from her beloved boyfriend. A squelching sound as the bottle was likely crushed, and Felicity let out a yelp, followed by a moan, as a much heavier waterfall was dumped on her backside, the soothing liquid drooling between the globes of her rear, cascading over the lips of her soft folds, trailing over and dripping off her balls, and even finishing over her soft cock.

John sighed in satisfaction out of sight, and there was a little flump as the undoubtedly empty bottle plopped beside her on the undoubtedly ruined bedcovers. Felicity cooed softly, shifting a little and finding herself surprised. Why did this feel sticky?

"Is that...is that calamine lotion, or-"

The bed creaked as John seemingly mounted the bed, Felicity's overworked body still experiencing that exciting feeling of fight or flight at the sensation of having a predator's eyes on her. Another maddening lupine chuckle, and that same bottle was seemingly tossed in front of her, and the doe squinted and struggled to read the label without her glasses.

"Wait, is this...honey?!"

The doe did not have time to be bewildered for long. A smack of the wolf's lips, and he slowly dragged his entire tongue over her, from her footpaws to between her legs, lovingly making sure to dip his tongue deep between her cheeks, before wetly slurping up the honey as he reached her tail. In the moments that followed, panting had filled the room. Felicity's cheek rested on the couch, her muzzle open and tongue hanging out and her eyes half lidded and rolled into her head. Her face was a portrait of obscenity as she gurgled out something nonsensical.

"Atta girl, baby..." John chuckled, gently leaning over her to leave a sticky little kiss on the back of her neck. "You did such a good job of filling my belly earlier..."

He kissed again, between her shoulder blades, continuing to kiss and lick his way down her spine as he growled down at her, leaving the doe squeaking and twitching with each touch.

"...but I...need a little...bit of some...dessert."

With his last word in the air, muzzle hanging over her perky cheeks, he dragged his blistering tongue over the soft globes, before dipping between with lavish enthusiasm. Felicity was grabbing lethargically at the bed, wincing in a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain. His tongue was addictive, but each swipe of his tongue did not just mask the discomfort, it actually seemed to help. The wolf did not just settle himself on her ass, however, lapping and slurping all over her burnt limbs with the attention of both a healer and a pervert. This did not stop John from returning his muzzle to between her legs every few minutes, even when the honey glaze had long been slurped off. While felicity was long since spent, she didn't complain in the slightest.

"Guh...good boy..." she moaned, cheek on the comforter and eyes nearly in different directions.

John grinned, glancing at her face as he dragged his tongue over her thigh, and growled happily.

"Love you, Fell."

"Luhhh..." Felicity groaned in reply.

John happily took it, and poor Fell's speech ability only worsened as John started working his way up her leg again, eyes honed in on his target.

When it came out that the two were together, many of Felicity's friends secretly flocked to her, demanding fodder for gossip. One question she often got was "aren't you worried? He's a predator after all, he could eat you!"

As her big bad wolf so lovingly curled the tip of his tongue between her cheeks as he lapped at her tailhole, Felicity chuckled softly. No, she wasn't worried, she always told them.

All she needed to do was keep him well-fed.