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Wes sprawled out on his red satin sheets, the fox panting happily. The cause was apparent in the form of a writhing figure distending the androgynous vulpine's belly. He crooned and brought his thighs up around the bulge as the shape of hands rubbed outward in wide curves. Then, with a curl of his voluminous broom further down the bed, he pressed his 'socked' hands down on the bulge, squeezing his bosom into prominence while bringing his thighs together.

Within, Zanno groaned, visibly changing up his angle of attack. The contained skunk's hands fell back, replaced with his head, nosing up between Wes' elbows. The mephit's snout sank back out of sight, before his feet visibly pressed out between the fox's thighs.

At the feeling of his passenger pressing that way, the vulpine laid his head back on the bedding, toes curling up in the air. His chest swelled before the form of the skunk's strong jaw pushed up Wes' throat. Despite the appearance that he'd be forced to spit Zanno up soon, he only groaned with bliss, neck distending with shoulders shortly after. He felt his stomach dwindling as more and more of his occupant stretched his esophagus, giving him more leeway to squeeze his thighs together.

The skunk's face pushed against the inside of Wes' mouth, giving a backwards kiss to the fox's lips. With an additional push from his feet, going up on his toes judging from the shape his feet were making in the 'bottom' of the predator's belly, Zanno's face pressed into the fresh air. He sighed, wriggling until he got his ears free from the shadow of the other's jaws.

Wes' cheeks curled into a fond smile as he raised his hand from his much smaller belly. He flourished his digits and placed a single paw pad against the tip of the wet, still mostly contained skunk's snout. Then he pressed, swallowing at the same time.

Far from appearing distressed or disappointed, Zanno closed his eyes, audibly purring as he sluiced right back in the way he came. His form departed from the distended throat and returned to the awaiting belly, bundled up in the fleshy walls once again.

The vulpine wrapped his arms around the shape of the skunk inside him, echoing his purr as he squeezed with his four limbs. The fifth flitted and fluffily flicked about over the glossy fabric adorning the bed.

The bulky form beneath the stretched white tummy fur writhed, face appearing again to spread jaws, most of the moan stifled by the stretched flesh and Wes' own happy growls. Instead of disappearing upwards, however, the snout slid down and past the navel this time. Zanno's shoulders pressed outward as he rearranged himself beneath the surface.

While his occupant changed things up, Wes relaxed his embrace once more, settling back onto the bed. One hand trailed affectionately over Zanno's shape as he moved about, giving a playful grope as the trapped male's rump pushed up enough to get a good imprint in his stretched midsection. He was perfectly aware of everything the skunk was doing inside his body, and every sensitive spot he passed sent quivers up the fox's spine.

Suddenly, far sooner than many would expect, a black-furred hand pushed out of the fox's taut pucker. Zanno growled playfully, wriggling and starting to press his other hand out into the open air between Wes' legs.

This time, however, the vulpine couldn't hold off until more had slipped free. Wes' greed got the better of him, possibly due to a skunk face directly against his prostate, and he clenched down hard. The plump cheeks of the fox's rump sealed the skunk's hand out of sight, and the shifting of the shapes under his white fur made it clear he was sliding back the other way.

Zanno was apparently planning for this, the shape of his hips sinking down out of sight instead of pushing up over where his lower legs were like they were if he was being balled back up. Moments later, the shape of feet pressed up into the fox's throat.

Wes' eyes widened, reaching up to feel his neck with both hands. The familiar sensation of a meal pushing up his throat was almost new again with this arrangement. Rather than starting to swallow, though, the fox let his mouth open up.

The shape of the skunk's hands pressed against the lower end of the increasingly small belly, the fainter forms of his head and shoulders telling the story quite well. Zanno's toes splayed and wiggled as they met air, settling into a point again as he pushed off as much as the rugae within as he could.

The fox took the black-furred ankles in his hands and began to pull, stifling a groan as he felt the torso start to stretch his esophagus the other way around, a very novel experience indeed. Wes sat up as he dragged Zanno's hips out of his mouth, planting the pointed toes on his red bedding. Adjusting his grip, the vulpine tugged on the skunk's waist. Tail and bulky torso emerged together, just as wetted down with internal juices as his legs.

Zanno let himself be brought into a kneeling position as his head emerged, face cradled with the fox's supple tongue for a few moments longer than was necessary. Not that it wasn't appreciated. The mephit panted softly, sitting back and letting his weight help draw his arms out of his predator's mouth.

Wes looked ready to clamp down and start sucking the big skunk back inside at any moment, his gaze burning with desire as he met Zanno's eyes. However, he let the hands slip free with nary an obstacle, licking his lips slowly once his jaws were free. He leaned forward, adjusting to be up on his knees, and planted his lips on the mephit's own, kissing him deeply.

The skunk accepted the kiss, wrapping his strong arms around the smaller male despite just how messy his coat was. He panted softly as the fox pulled back from the kiss.

"My turn." The former predator was already starting to pull Zanno's mouth open.