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Jesam

Jesam reached up and wiped at his forehead again, paw brushing aside the hair that hung there and stuck to fur clammy with oozing sweat. Embarrassment and humiliation flowed through the fox's body, yet his situation had gotten to the point where there was just nothing more he could do about it: after stumbling home early from work, one arm clutched around his stomach and the other clamped around his mouth, he had just barely managed to make it up the stairs to his apartment and then into the master bathroom.

He lived alone so there was no reason for him to close the door behind himself, yet still he had. A towel tossed down along the tiled floor, a second one on top of that for extra padding, and then the full-body mirror propped up against the wall, with his favorite bath pillow - since he often came home after a long shift, ran it to near simmering, and fell asleep in there - along the head of the towels. Body shaking, paws unsteady, soft chest heaving in raucous breaths, he had struggled to strip his clothing off, putting in the extra effort to undo his pants fly around his awkwardly swollen belly, then tugging those and his underwear around his plump sheath that had remained full and twitching throughout the day.

He'd thought it had been a dream. How could it have been anything else? Even the details were foggy to the fox, as he lay here now on his back in front of the mirror, legs up and spread, per sack hanging down near his tailhole as the ring of muscle pulsed and clenched and twitched, still trying to hold in the pressure that sizzled inside - and squeezed in on everything that made him gasp, and squirm, and shudder, and moan at all kinds of inopportune times. A dream in which he had found himself suspended above his bed by some huge, amorphous entity, slick wet surfaces squeezing and sucking around his body, filling his mouth and pushing down into his throat, slurping at his tailhole, swelling his sheath like a water balloon full of warm pudding... pulsing up into him, flooding his guts with its presence, depositing something inside of him that he had forgotten about.

A few somethings, really. Multiple somethings. He had no idea. Over these past few days, though, his awareness of those things had grown steadily, just as the things themselves had: his belly had swollen and bloated around them, and if he twisted himself or leaned over in a certain way he could feel them bump together inside of him, large rounded solid things with a bit of give to their surface. They were warm, too, and sometimes shifted or moved all on their own. Fear and shock on the first day quite quickly melded into hideous, indulgent pleasure, as the fox had to excuse himself from his work to sit in the bathroom, squirming and shivering and then, unexpectedly, bucking and spurting due to the sensation of these things wiggling inside of him.

And since then it had been an uphill battle of hiding his mixed disgust and pleasure as they grew and grew, to the point where he could run his paws over his belly and clearly trace the outlines. Eggs, he figured, deposited into him and left to incubate, and now they were ready to emerge. Feeling that burgeoning pressure push out against the interior rim of his tailhole once more, Jesam gritted his teeth, voiced a low, rumbling groan, and hissed out through his nose. Then he pulled in another breath, held it, felt it ball up in his chest, squeezed again... and in the mirror between his legs, watched as the sleek, slime-coated surface of the egg started to push its way free from inside of him, overlapping folds of wet interior flesh molding and slipping around it.

Part of the way there he had to stop and catch his breath, the egg slurping right back up into him - and, admittedly, making his sheath pulse and jet out another spray of foggy pre into his already-soaked bellyfur. Panting already, the fox swallowed again, licked his lips, then moved his paws down to his rump, fingers tracing in over the rim of his tailhole slick and wet with the egg's juices; he held there, pushed in, then pushed out from his lower muscles, building up that force and pressure, feeling the strain as it squeezed up against him, stretched from the inside, pushed his rim out and around it -

-and then popped free, bouncing out of him and rolling across the towel first and tile second, until it jiggled to a rest at the foot of the mirror. Sweat trickling down the side of his muzzle Jesam relaxed again, tailhole pulsing gently with the sting of the stretch - yet when he looked between his legs he saw that still his rim hung open, the wrinkled ring of muscle gaping apart around the slick red meat of his lower bowels, inside of which he could see another egg slowly rolling its way out.

That was a sensation all on its own, how he could feel his innards churning and mashing around the thing. They were a bit larger than he had expected from feeling them through his belly, though seemed smaller than what he would think from the force and strain it had taken to squeeze it out: footpaws shaking where they hung in the air, Jesam lifted himself up a little bit further on his elbows and peered over his lumpy, swollen belly to where that first one lay near the mirror, dripping a slightly discolored ooze into a steadily growing puddle. Thick, stringy mucus-like ropes of the stuff draped along the tile between the egg and his tailhole, now shivering, winking shut, then starting to blossom open again as the second one made its goal known.

The fox swallowed again, throat dry, and threw his head back as the pressure started to set in again. He squeezed, pushed, pushed, lost his grip, gasped and clenched again - and once more felt a spurt of pre empty out across his belly, this one making it up to his sternum. At this rate he would either piss himself or cum before he managed to get all of them out, if not both.

Jesam gritted his teeth again, paws still stretching at his rump, and started to push. Maybe he should have put down a few more towels.

Portal Play

Jesam

The fox looked both ways down the hallway before he slipped into the bathroom, hoping that he wasn't making himself look _too_terribly suspicious. A quick ride out here to the mall, then some twenty minutes of aimlessly wandering around the shops so that it looked like he had legitimate business being here; and then he had busied himself with finding the signs for the bathrooms, and wandering back and forth around there building up the confidence to go in, and... and he didn't even have anything to worry about. After all, it wasn't like he was going in there to suck someone else's dick.

Just his own. Jesam swallowed and shouldered the door open, paw shoved into his jacket pocket - where he could wrap his fingers gently around his sack and sheath, through the small plate-sized portal device that one of his friends had lent him. That was the actual source of his nervousness today, knowing that it might flop out of his pocket and onto the floor for anyone to see, or the weird off-chance that someone would pick him_to steal from, and they'd choose _that pocket, and would reach on in and feel all of that, and - and the fox bustled across the very much not empty bathroom to the furthest stall, stepped on in, and closed the door behind himself.

Mixed arousal and exhilaration shivered through him as he took the thing out of his pocket, the strange sensation of fabric brushing against his loins echoing through the device. Playing with himself while standing between the aisles of the bookstore; swirling his finger down into his sheath when browsing the shelves at the game shop; striking up a nonsense conversation about the different kinds of knife blade with the attractive fruit bat behind the counter of the sword shop, while rhythmically massaging and squeezing his own balls.

And now he finally brought it out and looked over it again - looked over himself. Just like looking in the mirror, or taking a picture, it was all right there... except this time he could hold it up, shake it around, watch it bounce and jiggle. He could lean in, touch his nose to the spot between his sack and his sheath, and feel the warmth and scent there along his muzzle as well as in the source, his brain telling him it was happening right down between his legs. Jesam didn't bother undoing his pants, though: he had spent the weekend figuring out how to get the other end of the portal comfortably into one of his pairs of underwear, and ever since he had managed it, he hadn't gone without it.

With a little bit of effort and some finagling along the backside of the portal, the fox managed to get it hooked along the smooth divider of the stall here. Heart thumping in his throat, head swirling with the gentle touch of his own musk straight from the source. Once he got it hanging along the wall Jesam just knelt down in front, looked up at himself, and paused, taking in the sight, the unbelievable sensation of actually being in this position.

As soon as his friend had told him about this thing, he had started fantasizing about it. So many ideas, so many scenarios. So much potential._Jesam swallowed again, scooted forward, and reached up with a paw, gently running his fingers behind his balls where they hung over the lower rim of the portal. It was such an odd disconnect between expectation and reality, too, where he could feel himself doing this to _himself, but if he focused his mind and really thought about it, he could almost make himself believe it was still someone else on the other side of the divider, that this was just any other glory hole.

Except, when he leaned forward and lifted his nose between those balls, when he first tasted his own scent drifting up into his nostrils and then felt the warm tickle of his breath issuing out over sensitive fur, it all came back to him. He wanted to reach down with his other paw to open his pants and squeeze and stroke at himself, as that was what he always did when he attended on a glory hole, but that would do nothing for him here. It was just... an all-in-one experience.

When he flicked his tongue out, swirled it around one of his balls and then sucked it gently between his lips, he of course felt the same as though someone else were doing it to him. Only, it was himself, and he_was the one doing it to _himself, and...

And he closed his eyes, swallowed, braced both paws against the divider, and drew the other one into his mouth as well, suckling softly at his own sack with his nose pressed up to the base of his sheath. Jesam swallowed again, pushed forward a little bit, deliberately took a deep draw of his own musk, then let his balls roll forward and out, dripping with saliva. Then from there he moved on up, guiding himself nose-first with his tongue following a moment later, performing on himself all the same tricks and motions that everyone else seemed to like so much.

Before long he could see, or rather feel, why. Jesam hadn't even made it up to the lip yet and already he felt, both through his loins as well as atop his muzzle, that he had gotten himself halfway there. Slick, wet warmth pulsed and throbbed first through his lower body and then against his face, his own familiar scent taking on a slightly different touch straight from the origin like this. He opened his eyes, swallowed, looked up over his own length, then pursed his lips against the rim of his sheath, sucked there, drew it between his lips, tugged gently out... then tilted himself up with a few fingers so he had enough space to slip his tongue into the damp, humid space in between.

So that was what he tasted like. Arousal flooding through him, resisting yet again the urge to reach down and unbutton his pants, Jesam continued on up, cupping the underside of his own cock in his tongue.

Vore - unbirth

Nematious

Nema swallowed and scooted back a bit, the cold stone ground sending little shivers of chill up through his bare pads. The fox just couldn't imagine his luck, day after day - or week after week, or year after year, or however long it had been since he had found himself here. And this hadn't even been where that luck had started: a whole string of events had led up to him getting sent over here, and that was a story of its own that he had no interest in revisiting.

But at least he had one thing going for him: Hell wasn't quite full yet. Assuming that's where he was, since it felt a bit colder than he had expected, but by the end of the day he'd be able to walk back out of here and tell all his friends that he had been right on that point. In fact, he had hardly seen another soul since arriving, even on his long walk over here.

And then a chance encounter with a huge, imposing feral Cerberus - a Cerberus, as there were apparently many - and a discussion of terms led him over here, to what was apparently her quarters. _Their_quarters? Nema hadn't the slightest idea. Perform a task for her, and the fox would earn free passage back and forth between here and the living world. There had been no actual discussion of the task, which he now felt was a bit of a misstep on his part, but as to the reward-

The fox jumped at a sudden sense of presence before him, and looked up from that spot on the stone floor to see... a wholly new side of this same Cerberus as the one before. She stood with her backside facing him, hindlegs spread and rump lowered a bit, and it was all Nema could do to just stare_at the presented opportunity. Sleek, black flesh coated in a similarly supple black fur spread and tightened above him, puckering in just beneath her tail into pale pink skin tinted tan at the center, a bright, inviting contrast against everything around it; and then beneath that, also pink, glistening with humid moisture, quite easily the _largest canine sex that Nema had ever come face to face with hung down to about head level with himself, the thick, dense meat bouncing and jiggling with the demon's breathing and movements.

"So," the Cerberus intoned. It sounded like two of her heads spoke at once. "Dutiful, aren't you? Most lost souls try to sneak around and cheat their way out of their deals."

"No, ma'am." Nema stood upright, then had to turn his head to the side a bit. The sheer humid heat emanating off of her backside stung at his eyes and nose, swathing him in a dense, rich musk that admittedly was already working its magic on him. Down here nobody was allowed to wear any clothes, of course, and already he had grown accustomed to the constant slight embarrassment. "I can't go anywhere unless I'm told."

One of the heads turned to look him over, sharp fangs glistening in the constant dim half-light of this place. Then her muzzle spread in an amused grin. "Yes," she went on - and it was strange to hear and see, as it was the other two heads which spoke. "That is correct. And I'm telling you now: you see where you need to go."

Nema's eyes flicked up towards the plump spade hanging down just a few inches from his muzzle. Or - he thought it was a few inches. It was hard to tell whether he was small, or if she was big. "Oh. Yeah. I can - I can do that."

"Deal won't be complete until you're done there. So..." And here the Cerberus widened her stance a little bit further, all three heads craning up and back on her thickly-muscled necks while she squatted down. Nema took a half-step back, eyes widening and nostrils flaring as that spade came level with his body, showing him that he could quite easily slip up inside of it.

So he'd have to be careful. He swallowed, licked his lips, then brought his paws forward, plunging them gently into the thick walls of wet flesh there on the outside; a little bit of pressure worked her open, strands of mucus and arousal already soaking his fur and hanging down in the space between. Wrinkled folds of interior meat winked at him, glistening with that same wetness; inner rings of muscle pulsed, tightened, then yawned open, puffs of heady air wafting out across him. He swallowed again, made sure his mouth was nice and wet - though looking at all of this it seemed like the moisture would be provided - then leaned in, picking one spot in particular to begin his service.

Immediately the taste of her flooded his mouth and assaulted his senses. A hundred little jokes flitted through his mind, and as he moved his muzzle around, pressing himself into her insides like the most luxurious face mask he'd ever used, he couldn't help but smile while going through those. Hellishly good. Eternal punishment? Yeah, right. A hell of a time. No, that doesn't work with the other one. A demon of-

A shudder echoed through the huge feral's body, but Nema barely felt it buried up to his shoulders inside of her, spread paws doing little to keep the heavy curtains of her spade lips up and away from his body. He heard one of her heads say something, then tried to shimmy back as that first ring of muscle squeezed and tightened around him - but then she started to lower her hind end a bit further.

It was a good thing he couldn't really suffocate in his spiritual position. Quickly, heavily, those sleek walls sucked further down around his body, soon sealing his arms down at his sides and thoroughly coating him in that slick layer of wetness, smearing all the way over him; the fox turned his head back and forth as the light disappeared from around him, the sensation not unlike when he was first shoved into this realm from his previous existence.

And, hell - maybe he was on his way into a new one. He swallowed once more, the taste of the Cerberus's musk and arousal heavy in his belly and lungs, as she continued down his body, taking a moment every now and then to tug up before pushing right back down. Buried inside of her like this, little more than a toy for some minor hellhound, he could hardly breathe for the thick, swampy air that curled around him, sucked in around his body and mixed and melded with the mucus and moisture already here; when he tried to inhale he just got more of her scent slopping up into his nostrils, and when he parted his lips to complain he received another mouthful of the same stuff, walls of flesh pushing in against the negative pressure and sealing into place there.

On the outside, the huge feral just now settling her rump down against the ground - she always loved the sensation of her spade smooshing out underneath her, like a great, gel-filled pillow - she let a sweet sigh puff out from each of her three heads in turn. Forepaws down in front of her, hindlegs spread, she wiggled herself in place, felt the natural wetness of her arousal suction-cup against the floor, draw the little servant up deeper, then pulled herself up... and up... and then came free with a wet pop, hanging flesh jiggling underneath her.

"Good," her middle head purred. "Your service starts now."

Canine pussy

Serimous

"How's that feel?"

"That's - I think - oh... oh, now that's - ah-"

Axel couldn't help but gasp and jerk, back arching and legs coming together at that sensation. The striped hyena there between his thighs made a little noise as the fox squeezed around his head, then just barely managed to pull himself free with a gentle pop. Thick strands of moisture, be that Axel's sticky arousal or Shekh's drool, hung down from his muzzle.

He grinned. "Look, I know I'm good, but-"

"Oh, stop it." Axel waved his paw a bit. Shekh giggled and leaned to the side, out of the way of the body-length mirror that the two had set up nearby. There was his familiar figure reflected, the soft chest, smooth belly, the wine-colored fur splitting around pale, marshmallow white along his belly and loins... and then, protruding out from the little tuft of pubic fur there, the wide, plump shape of a full canine spade, the flesh a warm, rich pink. "It's just - I'm not used to the sensation."

"That much is clear." Shekh looked from the mirror back to the original source of the interest, watching as Axel spread himself between his fingers. The thing was fat enough that he could stack both his paws on top of each other and still have it spilling out over them, the sensitive walls of sleek, supple flesh mashing and pulling in response to any pressure or movement around.

The fox shivered, pulled in another slow breath, and spread himself with his fingers, ears flicking at the wet little smack that issued out from those lips tugging apart. Down in the mirror, pale pink parted open to show the richer glistening red of interior flesh, strung through with the same sticky ropes that Shekh now wiped off his maw. One paw holding himself open, he ran the other down and into it - his spade, his own - and quickly buried two fingers to the knuckle. A shiver buzzed through his body; his tail flicked underneath him, his vision briefly blurred with the wave of sensation, and he felt interior rings and bands of muscle tightening around the digits.

And the thing was, buried that deep, he could tell there was still quite a ways to go. If he wiggled his fingers, which made one of his legs kick and forced his hips to grind and gyrate, the rest of his sex around him jiggled as well; and it felt like he had a palm full of freshly cooked filet mignon, cooked nice and rare. It was about as juicy as well, oozing down between his knuckles when he gave himself a squeeze.

With some effort the fox drew his paw free, then spread his fingers - and giggled, a little embarrassed, at the strands of wetness that hung down. "Okay," he said after a moment, looking back to Shekh again. "Ready again."

"Are you sure?"

Axel met his own gaze in the mirror. "I'm sure."

"If you take my head off-"

"I won't! I won't."

Looking doubtful but amused, the hyena leaned back in and readjusted to get to a comfortable position. As he lay down between the fox's legs Axel looked down over his body, the sleek shoulders, the puffy mane, the brushy tail that flicked and swayed over his bared rump. He knew that Shekh _loved_this: every time the hyena sat up, his own arousal twitched and throbbed against his belly, eager and indulgent. And now he lowered his muzzle down close to the fox's new engagement again, warm breath tickling across that hyper-sensitive skin, curling down and around the spot where flesh gave way to fur... and he pressed lips to lips, held there a moment, then pushed forward, squishing the spade in against the fox's lower body.

Then those lips parted again, drawing Axel's open with it. Another exhalation of breath, like so many tiny fingers tickling across his inner walls; Shekh swallowed open-mouthed, took in a breath, let his tongue flick out and forward, and then opened his jaws wider, until he just barely managed to fit the protruding flesh into his mouth. It took a bit of suction, and Axel nearly kicked him in the shoulder from the sensation of doing so, but there it was. He went on sucking as well, slow and gentle and soft, tongue swirling, slurping up and over the exterior lips, curling down into the unique shapes of the folds, slipping deeper into the squeezing walls of supple wet velvet as they pulled out towards his mouth.

Then the tongue went in as well, sliding up in between, digging deep, curling up as Shekh flicked it back out. Axel felt his entire body tighten up with each of those laps, every one of his nerves sizzling with sheer, unfamiliar tactility; his heart pounded in his chest, his breaths caught in his throat, his legs tightened around the hyena's shoulders, his belly squeezed together, his back arched. Again and again he wriggled and writhed beneath the attention, Shekh digging deeper and deeper until he had his eyes wrenched shut and muzzle scrunched together with effort, tongue dancing about as deep inside the fox's spade as his fingers had reached a moment before.

Panting moans building in his throat, Axel squirmed and wriggled, one paw pushing down against the hyena's head somewhere between holding him down for more and trying to pull him off against the overstimulation. He gasped, and shuddered, and bucked upwards in rhythm with those licks and the continued suckling, as though Shekh were actively trying to draw all the unstoppable, dripping slimy wetness out from inside of him - and then as abruptly as he had sealed himself in place the hyena popped free again, lips briefly bulging with the wide weight of Axel's arousal-swollen sex. Thick, foggy ropes of that arousal drooled from the sides of his muzzle for a second before his tongue came out to lap over them, and then he leaned in to gingerly perform the same cleaning against and around the source as well.

"God," the fox panted, barely able to find his voice. "God, that was - I mean, I - ah-"

But then he jumped, surprised, as a pair of warm paws pressed down against his shoulders. Shekh loomed over him from above, completely blocking his view of the mirror, and let his hard shaft thump down against the fox's spade. It caressed it like a warm, wet pillow, the meat sagging underneath its weight yet hugging up around the sides.

He gave a gentle thrust forward and back, smearing Axel's slickness over himself. "You wanted to take that thing for a spin," the hyena purred. "So we're just getting started."

Portal play

1tiamat1

Scotty gasped and gritted his teeth, trying to keep his face straight and his pace unbothered while he continued walking despite what was happening to him. Whether he succeeded or not, he couldn't tell: as a taur going about the city, upper body towering high above everyone else and lower feral half clearing a path both in front of and behind him, the panther knew that he already drew quite a few eyes, and it was likely that they noticed things about him that otherwise might slip by.

Such as, for instance, that he wore panties today, and that these weren't fully functional. Not in the intended purpose, at least: they certainly served a role, and served it well, but anybody who wasn't wearing them might not detect this. So long as they didn't look at the panther-taur's permanently hiked tail; at the way the dock of his tailhole puckered and twitched and flexed; how his hindlegs pressed up and back against some phantom pressure; how his muzzle scrunched up in effort and half-hidden enjoyment; and then, most obviously, how his heavy arousal stirred, swung, and dripped beneath the belly of his feral half, leaving a trail of dripped wetness across the sidewalk behind him.

But Scotty ignored this, still telling himself that not everyone_could tell. It was a bit hard to walk straight what with the pressure that pushed up inside of him from _through the panties, the portal device set into the seat of the clothing linking back to the apartment from which he had departed this morning. He had figured the damn kitsune had something like this up her sleeve; hell, Scotty had seen the other end of the portal, a rather technical-looking penetrable toy that she had kept suspiciously close by her bedside.

Often he spent his weekends with Cynder, as she knew how to keep his bellies filled both over breakfast as well as in a number of other ways. And that was certainly what was going on now, his upper half still working through the stack of pancakes and sausages that the kitsune had prepared before his departure, and then his feral half... the panther-taur skirted around a corner and ducked his head to slip into the next building, eyes scanning for a bathroom. The receptionist up at the desk hid her surprise upon seeing a massive taur walk in, gliding right ahead into her standard greeting - but then she saw the sizeable erection twitching, dripping, leaking beneath his lower half, and her face scrunched up again.

Scotty half-raised a conciliatory paw and bustled over to the other side of the room, towards the hallway that led back down to the bathrooms. Upper belly filled with sausages, lower belly filled with sausage- he rolled his eyes, just barely suppressing a grunted moan from the sensation, as he imagined Cynder's self-satisfaction with the joke. Every step he took, each time his lower hips swung from side to side with that natural animalistic lope, he felt the kitsune's thick, impressive length shifting inside of him, the size potion she had downed before his departure making its effects known against the inner walls of his bowels and stretching out at his tailhole.

He was honestly surprised that the portal was able to accommodate the entire thing, knowing how big she was even before taking the potion. The hardest part was that throughout his walk in she had done exactly what Scotty had expected her to, and used the other end of the portal as she would any other toy. This led to Scotty's lower back arching and pulsing along the way, tail curling at the base and hole stretching around her girth beneath the panties, interrupting his stride, forcing his own cock to bounce against his belly and spurt out little jets of pre across the sidewalk. At least she had gone fairly slow and gentle at first, somewhat out of character for the kitsune, but - he didn't want another situation where he had to hold himself against the wall while blasting his load out across the floor, right there on a bus full of strangers again. Three times had been more than enough for him.

Breath in his throat, sweat beading down through his fur, the taur pushed through the door into the bathroom and swiftly hurried towards the double-size stall in the back, not even checking to make sure that the door had locked behind himself. First he plopped his hind end down to the floor, gasped, and squeezed his paws together into fists while taking a moment to finally indulge in the sensation; if he closed his eyes and wiggled his hips side to side he could imagine that he had the kitsune's body underneath him, her paws running down his wide haunches while her massive length pulsed up into him, practically reshaping his guts around her contours.

That wasn't what he had come in here, for. At least not _this_time. The panther pulled in a breath, sighed, looked down his body, leaned forward a bit until the rich, slick pink of his own length came into view, sighed again... then wiggled and adjusted his feral end until he managed to work his hindpaws beneath the straps of the panties, held them in place, started to lift himself up - and then, abruptly, his phone in his pocket vibrated. Still catching his breath, Scotty slipped it out and turned it on.

1 unread message.

"The hell are you doing? We're just getting started. You've got a full night of work ahead of you, kitten - and I've got a full load >:3"

Exhausted exasperation flowing through him, the panther rolled his eyes, bit his lower lip, and then let himself sink right back down onto that massive shaft, lower body shaking as it returned to its original hilt deep inside of him. His own cock bounced and slapped against his belly, coming dangerously close to a peak that he had just barely avoided while walking out there.

Teeth gritted, mind foggy right at the edge of a hands-free finish, he brought his phone shakily up to type his response.