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Musical Chairs

By Strega

Labrus and Charline appear with the permission of Laesd and CharlesDeLeroy respectively.

Charline was watching a shark eat a minotaur when the skunkette showed up.

In all the Swamp, the lagoon was the most entertaining and dangerous place. Channels of deeper water allowed aquatic predators close to the shore, and the numerous trails of the forest all converged at the meadow here, bringing the land-dwelling preds. While it was possible to wander the forest and encounter nothing dangerous (or edible) for hours, there were always roving eyes and hungry bellies at the lagoon.

Charline's belly was rumbling, and while all other attention - including the skunkette's - was fixed on the mighty struggle at the shore, Charline surveyed a potential meal. The skunkette was small, not much over five feet, and had that slightly lost look many victims-to-be had when they first showed up here. Charline licked her chops unobtrusively, just in case the skunk happened to glance in her direction. As an anthropomorphic lioness she stood rather taller than the skunkette and was easily more muscular. If she could get close enough to pounce, she should be slurping down a fluffy black-and-white tail before the evening got much older.

Sharky - no one called the big shark anything but that - had the minotaur in to the waist, swallowing him with great heaves of his protruding jaws. Row after row of serrated teeth gripped and tore the bull-man, but he'd probably still be alive when he found himself in the shark's stomach. Like Charline, nearly all the predators here went out of their way to swallow prey alive. 'It wiggles better that way', the lioness would tell you if you asked.

She looked forward to good wiggle or two from the skunkette before a belch ended their encounter. The mephit had parked herself under a tree close to the undergrowth ringing the meadow, which left her a convenient escape route but also let Charline creep in close while staying out of sight. Briefly the lion-woman froze: she smelled a dense, weaselly musk from somewhere in the woods. It reminded her of a wolverine that frequented the lagoon. Then the breeze shifted and she smelled perfume. A veritable stink of it, actually; the skunk must be doused with it. Charline had smelled that particular fragrance before, and it gave her pause.

Now she remembered the skunkette! Months or more gone she'd seen the innocent little thing blink shyly as a werewolf a foot taller than herself made advances. Maybe the werewolf planned to eat her, but first he was interested in something else. He got rather more than he expected: as they snuggled the skunk's tail had pressed up against him. Something -- in retrospect, probably the perfume - weakened the wolf until he could barely move.

The little skunkette had waddled out of the clearing on all fours afterward, belly swollen with wolf.

Not so innocent after all! Charline thought she had the skunk figured out, though. There'd been no sign of skunk-spray, so the weakening agent had to be the perfume. As long as she kept the tail away from her nose--

--And with that thought Charline pounced. In an instant she had the skunkette pinned beneath her bulk, and most importantly she had the dangerous tail trapped under her leg. It wasn't coming anywhere near her face until it was all that was left of the skunkette. Let it weaken her as it slid down her throat, it wouldn't make the skunk any harder to digest.

She grinned down at her meal, and the skunkette let out a frightened squeak. Charline licked her lips, letting the skunk watch, and then blinked as everything went black. Her not-so-helpless prey had bent in the middle like a reed, snapping her head up towards Charline's. The skunk's teeth gripped the lioness' skull, and a pulsating hungry throat kneaded Charl's muzzle as the skunkette tried to swallow her.

"Oh, you sneak," Charline growled as her nose was swallowed. She did not doubt that the little skunkette was perfectly capable of eating her, but she had no plans to end the evening as an enormous bulge in a black-furred belly. The skunk had a momentary advantage was all: Charline was bigger and stronger, and had a firm grip on her prey's upper arms. She could feel the lack of the inward-hooking snake teeth that many predators had, and without them the grip of the skunk's jaws was merely that of a soft hand. If she got far enough in the gullet might suck her the rest of the way, but she wasn't going in any farther.

Charline straightened her arms and pulled her head back out. The skunkette whined and bit down, but the lioness extracted her damp face without much trouble. Strands of saliva that had lubricated her for swallowing dripped from her chops.

"Nice try," Charline said, and engulfed the skunkette's face.

The brief look she'd had into the skunkette's jaws had revealed an impressive snake-like articulation, double hinges that let the maw expand hugely. Had there been those inward-pointing teeth, the skunk could have held on until Charline weakened, then swallowed the lioness whole.

Charline's jaws were less complex, but she had the advantage of strength and position. As the skunkette tried to pull out of her mouth, Charl followed along until her nose and the skunk's nape bumped into the grass. With nowhere to retreat to, the skunkette was helpless to resist as Charl worked her jaws over her head and neck.

Desperate, the skunk writhed beneath her, but Charline's task was a simple one. She kept the dangerous tail pinned beneath her ankle and pulled the skunk up toward her jaws. Bit by bit she stretched her maw over sloped mephit shoulders.

Once a predator's jaws reach the prey's upper arms, it becomes more and more difficult for the victim to resist. Once the elbows are reached, barring a stroke of luck, the only thing between the prey and a sticky digestive fate is exhaustion on the pred's part or the simple inability of the pred to fit the entire prey-fur down its throat.

Neither of those would save the skunk. Charline swallowed with practiced efficiency, her powerful throat muscles sucking the skunkette in. After each gulp her tongue would busy itself, slicking the next bit down for easier ingestion. The skunk had done the same to her, but Charl wasn't the one destined to spend the evening in a stomach.

Charline was beginning to enjoy herself. There was next to no chance her meal could escape now, and she took her time. Skunks had a musky flavor she relished, and some of the saliva lubricating her meal on the way down was simple drool. Even when she reached the hips the skunk kept kicking. She must know, with her face in Charl's stomach, that she would not survive. Still she kicked and wriggled. Charline grinned around her meal and gave the skunkette's pussy a rough-tongued lick before swallowing it down.

The doomed skunk let out a muffled squeak and quivered as her rump was taken, and Charl regretted not licking further. The skunk was clearly a sensitive sort, easy to provoke to orgasm. It was too late now; only her knees, calves and feet were left. That and the dangerous tail! There was no avoiding it now, and Charl held her breath as best she could, hurrying through the rest of the meal. Two good swallows and there were footpads ticking her palate; a last heavy gulp and the perfume-drenched tail was sliding into her jaws.

Charl leaned back as her gut distended hugely. Legs and throat-tickling tail slipped down her throat, swelling the bulge still more. Charline stroked her claws over the twitching lump in her middle and grinned. "Nice try, dear, but I win." The last word trailed off into a lengthy belch.

Soon her stomach acids would begin to flow; soon the skunkette would be soup. For now she swallowed down air as fast as she burped it up. No reason to quell that oh-so-entertaining wiggling. She had just begun to reach down past the bulge to better enjoy her victory when a twig snapped behind her.

It might just be a voyeur enjoying the show. Charline made no such assumption and threw herself to the side, but a combination of a certain degree of weakness (darn that perfume!) and a belly full of skunkette slowed her. A massive beast crashed down on her, trapping her under its breastbone as huge white-clawed paws pulled her in tight. Charline belched, snarled, and clawed at the paws.

It was useless. Hide tough as good leather lay under that shaggy fur. The paws held her helpless as a pointed muzzle dug through her hair. Fangs gripped her scruff, and the bloated lioness was dragged into the woods. The only resistance Charl could offer was to lash the thing's legs with her tail.

A few heads nodded sagely around the meadow: it was never good to get so involved in a meal that you lost track of what was happening around you. Now the big bear, or whatever the thing was, would enjoy a double meal. Jaws flapped as the regulars tried to deduce the thing's species from that one brief glimpse. The minotaur all but vanished down the shark's gullet was forgotten.

Charline cursed and hiccuped as she was dragged through the brush. Her swollen belly bumped along, forcing squeaks of protest out of the swallowed but still living skunkette. Whatever the beast was - all she could see was great snowshoe-sized paws and a dark brown chest with splatters of white fur - it knew right where to grip her. Like most cats she had double-thick pelt on her nape, which allowed the mother cat a convenient handle to carry cubs. It also gave the male cat a place to nip as he orgasmed, and on the female cat it served as an erogenous zone.

Charline was horny from feeding, doubly so from the wiggling in her gut. The strong bite to her nape only aroused her further, and the beast dragging her through the woods sensed it. He paused, sniffing, and to Charl's dismay he trapped her between his forelegs and let go the scruff-bite. Bent over the skunkette-bulge and held between his legs, she could only swear as the grizzly-sized brute moved to cover her. It took him two tries to find her sex due to the awkward angle, then the lioness gasped as the beast arched his back and thrust.

There was little resistance as his heavy shaft slid in; sizable though his endowment was, a combination of Charline's arousal and her experience with large males let him mount her easily. His first thrust sent a thrill of pleasure through Charline, and the second, and the third. Only the lack of feline barbs kept her from an instant, screaming climax. Even so she gasped and mewled as the bear-beast had his way with her.

Thankfully the brute rapidly realized how far in he could push before he rammed against her cervix. She might be spitted like a roast if not for that. Once he worked that out he set to with a rapid, rocking gait, humping enthusiastically. Gasping and whining, hiccuping as (through force of habit more than anything else) she gulped air for the skunkette, Charline actually enjoyed herself. There was only one tiny problem with the vigorous lovemaking: she was certain that as soon as he was finished he would eat her.

She was proven right. After a time the beast's thrusting picked up pace, followed by a shudder in his haunches that she felt through her body. With a snarl he arched his back and ejaculated. Streams of feral goo spurted into Charl, filling her every recess and spilling from her sex. Sticky seed splattered her inner thighs and beaded on the dark fur of her lover-rapist. Then, as the shivering passion ebbed from his body, he curled his head under his chest and yawned for her.

Charl finally identified her assailant: an oversized wolverine. There were a couple of those in the swamp, neither often seen. This was the larger and less violent one - the smaller would have raped her right in the meadow without bothering to notice her lust. Unfortunately they were alike enough in one thing: both were highly predatory. Unable to back away due to the shaft still impaling her and with a leg blocking each side Charl could again only swear. She only had to glance into the steaming gullet beyond his fangs to know what she was headed for a stomach after all.

Lazily he gaped for her. With her bloated middle pinned between his forelegs she snarled her defiance, and the singularly unimpressed wolverine still closed his jaws around her upper body. It was the second time in an hour that Charline found her muzzle in a hungry gullet, and this time she couldn't pull back out. The great fleshy tongue gave her a shove and with one gulp the wolverine sent her head and shoulders down his throat. Powerful swallowing muscles kept trying to pull her deeper. The only reason she didn't slide in immediately was her fat, skunkette-filled belly. Big as the wolverine was it wedged into his jaws and stopped her forward movement.

It was her turn to struggle, every bit as futilely as the skunkette had. She didn't even have the satisfaction of getting a taste of her pred: the wolverine's sheer size completely dominated her. He was tossing his head, working the skunkette-bulge farther into his jaws. His maw didn't seem to distend the way hers or the skunkette's did, but it didn't matter. Her legs banged into his fangs less and less often, and more and more of the swelling in her middle was drawn into his gullet. Her legs flopped down on his tongue a last time, he lifted his muzzle, and Charline swore.

"Dammit," she said quietly as he swallowed. The slippery walls pulsed, and with a wet gurgle she slid headfirst down his throat. Her paws bumped over his incisors on the way in, and her tail brushed his lips as his jaws closed. One last touch of cool are against the puff of fur at the end of her tail, and then like the rest of her it was surrounded by heat, wet and dark. Swallowing muscles did twice the work that was truly needed: her weight alone would have carried her down the fleshy chute and into his belly.

At least it wasn't as cramped as it might have been. The wolverine's pulse thrummed through the fleshy walls, which though slick and close-fitting to her contours were not wet with acid. The faintest pink light made it through the walls, so dim she wasn't sure when her eyes were open. As she tried to work out if she was seeing things, the belly around her vibrated with a mighty belch. Almost immediately the air was refreshed. Just as she had with the skunkette, and perhaps for the same reasons, the wolverine was withholding his stomach acids and swallowing air.

Charline slapped the fleshy wall. "I hope you're enjoying yourself." There was no hope of escape, of course. She had been on both sides of this situation and the beast had all the options. If she raised a fuss he could flop down on his belly to squeeze her into helplessness, belch up all the air, or open the floodgates to his stomach acids. Or all three. It was irritating. She'd been looking forward to digesting the skunkette, and eventually coughing up a big ball of black and white fur. Now it'd be the wolverine doing the coughing, and the black and white would be mixed with tan. She was just food now, at his mercy.

Something kicked in her gut, and Charline blinked. Somehow the skunkette had survived it all. It must be miserable in there, bounced around and squeezed and bumped. Well, more miserable than usual anyway. If Charline hadn't been so distracted by the attack, she'd long since have burped up the air and started digesting her meal. The suffering usually ended quickly. Instead her dinner was still stuck in there alive.

The skunk was rubbing the inside of her belly. Charline could still start to digest her, but... "Oh, why not." With that, the lioness began to retch. They were both going to be wolverine poop. At least she'd have someone to talk to before the acid started flowing.

The skunk had gone down headfirst, and she came back up the same way. She must have gotten turned around in there. Charl saw the outline of a muzzle appear from her jaws in the faint pink light. Another heave and the breasts and shoulders appeared, and the skunkette was able to help pull herself out. The walls of the stomach around the lioness shifted as one fur with a fat belly became two svelte ones. There was no escaping contact with the fleshy walls all around, and the two ended up pressed together belly-to-belly, limbs intertwined. After a spell of coughing the skunk spoke.

"Thank you," she churred, and touched Charl. Her fingerpads continued past the lioness to rub the fleshy, sweating belly-walls. "I felt something rape you, and I guess the same thing must have eaten you. I'm Suzy."

"Charline," the lioness said. "No offense, but I was looking forward to digesting you."

The skunkette giggled. "I wouldn't have minded doing the same to you." Her sodden tail moved between them, and Charl smelled the perfume. The perfume-stink was less; the trip into her gut had washed most of it off.

Charl sighed. "It doesn't matter now. The wolverine made a meal of the both of us. He'll be the one doing the digesting."

Against the dim pink, the outline of the skunkette's head tilting. "The wolverine that jumps out of trees onto people? I'd have thought it'd be tighter in here."

"No, another one, twice as big. Not as...rapish."

The skunkette's hand wandered, slowly feeling Charline's curves. The belly-walls were so soft and slick that she could slip her hand behind and around Charl at will. "But he still raped you."

Charline's hands began to wander as well. The little skunkette, half a foot shorter than her, was soft and slippery, her fur coated with mucus from two different stomachs. She had curves in all the right places, too.

"Not so much rape. Eating you was...exciting, and he smelled it. If he had asked I'd have let him have his way, but he doesn't seem to talk, and he wanted more than a romp, didn't he?"

Another belch vibrated the belly around them, massive, deep-toned. Again the wolverine swallowed more air. The skunkette was moving, slipping along the soft wet walls. Charline felt her reversing herself and knew the skunk's muzzle would be between her thighs soon.

"Why not," she said for the second time in five minutes. She was still horny, and the poor skunkette had to sit through the mating as a spectator, bumped against the ground with each thrust to boot.

With nothing better to do, knowing they would soon be digested, she let Suzy's hand guide her muzzle and began to lick. A moment later the skunkette began to lick too. The skunkette was tasting the wolverine's seed as it oozed from Charline's sex, then her tongue reached deeper; Charline tasted a skunkette's private musk with her rough lioness tongue.

Suzy was as easy to excite as she thought. Very soon, if 'soon' meant anything here, the skunk let out a squeal and clutched Charl's head between her thighs. In her excited reaction she rammed her muzzle into Charl's sex, and Charline, pent-up from an encounter with the wolverine that almost-but-not-quite set her off, snarled and squirmed. Suzy seemed clumsy, inexperienced, but it'd been enough. New smells, lioness-musk, skunkette-lust were added to the belly-smells. That and...perfume?

Charline's nose was buried in Suzy's sodden tail where it'd come between the skunkette's legs. She wasn't sure how long it'd been there, but even diluted the perfume had an effect. Weakly she pushed it away.

"You don't need to do that," she purred. She was still as strong as Suzy, probably, and bigger. More leverage. It didn't matter any more. As the skunkette reversed herself again, there in the slippery-wet darkness, Charline touched her belly gently.

"We're both food for the wolverine," she said. "It doesn't matter who eats who now. If you really want to, go ahead."

"Thank you," the skunkette said, and Charline felt that snakelike maw expand around her face. She'd been sure that Suzy could swallow her. She'd been right. The double hinges let the skunk's maw unfold easily far enough to engulf the lioness' entire head; by the time Charline's muzzle sank into that musteline gullet again Suzy was working those jaws over her shoulders. Suzy swallowed, taking Charl's head down her throat, and curled up with the lioness.

Suzy's arms, feet and even her tail pushed at Charline, helping steer the lioness into her distended jaws. It was impossible to push against the slick stomach walls to help, so Charl just went limp. Suzy seemed able enough on her own; Charl was up to her armpits in throat already and the skunkette's swallowing muscles were remarkably powerful. Gulp by gulp Suzy pulled her in; soon Charline's face emerged into her second stomach of the night. Unlike the wolverine, and unlike her, Suzy hadn't turned off her stomach acids. Not everyone could. They were slow acting at first, merely stinging the lioness' nose and lips.

Suzy gave her pussy a friendly lick as she swallowed it, just as Charline had done for her. The skunkette's energy was amazing; after all she'd been through, still she had the strength to swallow the lioness down. Maybe she was famished; maybe she just wanted payback. "It doesn't matter," Charline murmured again. Their fur would still be mixed together, some passed, some coughed back up. In the depths of the wolverine's guts they were both meat. What did it matter if one bit of meat was wrapped around another?

She was in past the hips now. Suzy was gulping down her legs, pushing them in, even pressing Charline's paws against the stomach walls to get a bit more leverage. There was little air inside the skunkette, and Charline blacked out for a moment. When she woke, her paws were sliding in to join her. Her tail was being pulled in by the skunk's swallowing-muscles. Suzy slurped it up like a noodle.

She heard Suzy belch as they curled up; Charline curled up in the skunkette's stomach, Suzy curled up around it inside a larger stomach. The skunk had been inside her; now the roles were reversed, the smaller predator humorously swollen by her meal. Suzy didn't swallow air, and instead burped up what was left. Charline was tingling all over now as stomach acids began to do their work. The pink light she'd grown used to was gone. It was dark inside the skunkette, dark and hot and surprisingly comfortable. Well, except for the acid.

*****

Suzy burped again, and waited. It'd been several minutes, going by the wolverine's pulse, since she sucked in the lioness' tail. There hadn't been any movement in her belly for...two minutes now. She could feel her gut working, beginning the slow digestion of her meal.

The lioness was dead now, she was sure. Suzy felt around the slick, wet confines of the beast's stomach. She found the cardiac sphincter, where Charline had entered full of skunk, and the pyloric sphincter, where digested food moved into the intestines for absorption. The stomach, as usual, pressed in tight as she squirmed around until her nose was by the 'top' sphincter. Then her hand swept in a circle on the fleshy wall. First one way, then back the other. A third circle, the original direction again.

The stomach spasmed around her, then squeezed. The cardiac sphincter opened, and Suzy was pushed into the gullet. The enormous bulge in her midsection was awkward, and she heard the wolverine gag. Then he retched again, and she slid wetly out of his jaws.

Labrus was curled up in his favorite grassy glade. He lifted his head as she tweaked her tail out of his gullet, and seemed to smile. "Thank you, dear," SuzyAnne said, and rubbed his muzzle.

It'd been her turn to catch and digest someone today. More often it was his, and even some of 'her' times he ate her prey - and, most often, her. If Charline hadn't coughed her up, the lioness and Suzy would indeed have made their way through his guts, with some of their fur coughed up in a mixed hairball. It had all worked out, though.

She rubbed his belly for a moment to see if he was interested. After all, he didn't have to throw her up. His earlier romp with the lioness had sated him, though. It was just as well, for Suzy was exhausted. Swallowed, bruised, swallowed again, regurgitated, then herself swallowing the lioness, then regurgitated again.

Suzy belched a last time and stretched out to digest her meal. It would take days to process a fur this size; she would be the one to cough up Charline's fur. The big wolverine nuzzled her shoulder, grumbled amiably, then spooned around her for warmth.

Everyone had gotten what they wanted: Suzy had some fun and a meal, Labrus had his romp. Well, everyone except Charline, who Suzy had tricked into being eaten. Twice.

Suzy smiled, and dozed.