Tiles & Technicalities
#99 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Wes wanted something to showcase their love of shower sex scenarios. So, we have Zanno and Wes having a romp under running water, with a cameo from Brian, the goo ferret from Bathtub Mixology without his better half.
Contains: Squirming Postvore Bellies, Fatfur, Androgynous bodies, Ambiguous Orifice in Sexual Intercourse, Shower Sex, Squelching Down on Prey, Neck Biting, Internal Cumshot, The Discovery of a Loophole and Prepping for the Next Round.
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Zanno grasped onto Wes' ample hips, using his considerable mass to his advantage as he returned the fervent kiss. He could feel the squirming mass within the fox's belly against the underside of his paunch, and belly to belly would need some readjusting. The skunk pulled and lifted with a roll of his hips, not stopping until the more active stomach was atop his own.
Wes responded by wrapping his legs around the mephit's love handles. Without breaking the kiss, the fox adjusted his angle of attack with an ease borne from tireless study, lining things right up. A squeeze of his thighs was all he needed beyond that to sit right onto Zanno's erection, moaning into the lip lock.
The skunk parted the kiss, finally. He panted heavily, before shifting his weight to carry the predator of the night into the running shower and against the tile wall. The water had heated up in the time they began their coupling, and Zanno closed his eyes as streams of steaming water immediately doused his monochrome fur.
With one paw, the vulpine reached up and pointed the showerhead towards his ample chest, sending rivulets of heated water down the stretched, writhing form within his belly in a deluge. With that adjustment made, he draped both wrists over the skunk's shoulders, leaning up to let the water strike his face directly as well.
Zanno took one hand off of his grasp on the fox's hip to grope over the prey-filled belly. A lustful growl escaped the skunk's lips as he squeezed his paw into the white furred mass, feeling the form within yield like in later stages of melting away to be added to their predator. At the same time, he began to properly roll his hips, starting up a steady rhythm of thrusts.
Wes groaned, clenching down around the intruding member, before pressing his palms against the skunk's shoulder blades. He pulled, squishing his active belly between himself and the mephit's body. Though the mass continued to slosh and rock of its own accord, it was looking less and less solid.
The skunk wasted no time, leaning in close and biting down firmly on the fox's exposed throat. Returning his paw to Wes' rear, Zanno increased the rate of his thrusting, pounding and feeling the gooey squelch of the gut against his chest yielding to the pressure.
Crying out, the vulpine pulled even tighter on his grasp of the male, forcing the skunk against his androgynous body. Wes' shaft jerked where it was pinned between both white-furred bellies, adding to the fluids flowing through their fur.
At the same time, Zanno hilted hard, pushing the fox higher up the tiles and digging his teeth in a bit more firmly. Deep inside Wes, the mephit began to unload as well, pumping his thick issue into the predator as the belly between them glorped and glrrned.
A sure sign nothing solid was left inside.
As their peaks finally came to an end, the skunk released Wes' throat and leaned back a bit. He panted heavily, one hand coming to grope and squish the goop-filled gut still pressed to him. "I thought you told me this boy was in for endo?" He accused playfully.
Smirking, Wes licked his lips. "He is."
At that moment, the gut began to shift and bulge again, hands and a face pressing forth across the exposed, soaked fur.
"See, Brian here's a goofur." The vulpine purred in a mix of afterglow and predatory bliss as he explained, eyes drifting down to the squirming forms beneath his pelt. "He can melt as much as he wants and he's still whole~" Clenching on Zanno's shaft, he shifted his hips and reached to adjust the showerhead again. "All I gotta do is not absorb this cutie and it's all kosher."
Zanno seemed to ponder this for a moment, before smirking a bit himself. "So, wanna make him splat into jelly again, but this time facing the tile?" He rolled his hips, the mephit having never lost his throbbing erection.
Wes grinned, scooping one paw under one knee and lifting it up to his own chest in a way that squished his belly. "Be glad to." He pivoted with a grin, before wrapping his legs around the skunk again, bracing his hands against the cool tile.
Brian burbled, swaying back and forth beneath it all. The goo was in it for the long haul, it seemed.