Doodle Story: Cure for a Hangover
#2 of Darin's "Adventures"
Last time we saw Darin Kulhauser anally vore a doctor while receiving a rectal examination, and get away with it.
Let's see how he does it when he's drunk out of his mind. Contains anal vore.
Doodle Story: Cure for a Hangover
Knowing that he felt a chilling draft in his nether regions, several suggestions began to flow through the ursine's mind. The first was that he had been kidnapped and stripped naked, and was possibly going to be (or had been) raped. But now that he thought about it, Darin's ass was too filthy and stinky for anyone to fuck, so he quickly erased that image from his mind. The second was that someone was playing a prank on him and stripped him of all his clothing, probably so they could take photos of his exposed genitals and asshole. However, the Himalayan Brown Bear felt something in his left paw and once he opened his eyes, he noticed that the world was spinning. Then it finally all came back to him in an instant. He was drunk, hammered out of his mind. There was so much alcohol in his system that he was seeing colors and hallucinating a bit. The bear let out a loud, bubbly moan before grunting and slowly lifting his head. He instantly retched and almost puked all over the floor, but held his lunch in. Kulhauser slowly managed to stand on his two footpaws before he staggered and slouched against a table, knocking over a glass vase, which shattered against the floor. The ursine hiccupped before he placed the bottle against his lips and chugged more beer, gulping it all down without hesitation. Then he promptly fell to the floor, landing on his back and hiccupping again. The bear started giggling to himself before he grabbed his massive belly and started pat it a couple of times, smiling and sighing with glee. Darin knew that he was obese and needed to lose some weight, but for some reason, he didn't want to. It wasn't that he didn't feel like it or couldn't, but he just enjoyed his body mass and fat inside of him. He'd rather be fat and happy and die from a heart attack induced by a slice of pizza than skinny and thin and dying when he was 96-years-old, too weak to move and lying in bed drowning from his own saliva. Besides, being as fat as he was meant more room for all those furries and scalies he anally vored, something that he had been obsessing over for the past few years. Darin heard another loud groan not far from where he was laying and sat up, hiccupping a third time and scratching his head. A green fox gradually walked out of the kitchen, hyperventilating and having trouble walking. Unlike the bear, he wasn't hammered, and was suffering from a major hangover. He slouched next to the wall and shut his eyes, groaning and grabbing his head.
"Darin?" he called out weakly.
The bear turned around and looked at the green fox. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and his eyes were completely red and veiny. Then again, Darin's didn't look any better.
"Ssssssssssssankie...heeeey fox..."
"Jesus, are you still drunk?"
"I-I-I-I know when I intoxic...Sankie...no my stupid."
"Great...you're still drunker than a skunk...and my head won't stop pounding."
Darin let out a guttural, slurry chortle before he stood up and staggered his way over to the green fox, dropping his beer bottle and opening his arms so he could give the green mammal a hug.
"C'mere Sankieeeeeeee...let's hold-HIC-let's hold the other...flesh thing."
Sankie (his real name was Frankie but Darin was too drunk to say it right) gagged and nearly threw up in his mouth before he scooted far away from the rotund bear. There was just something about a fat, drunk, and more importantly, nude bear walking towards him that made him sick.
"Do not fuckin' come near me; the stench of your body's gonna make me puke all over the floor."
"Hey, heeeeey now...that's no-HIC-way to chat with I...I-I smell nicccccce."
"You reek of liquor and ass musk."
"Oh yeah?! Wells, you...you smell...like fox! Dat's what fox-HIC-smell like!"
Frankie looked all around the kitchen and noticed that the place was a mess and there were several empty bottles of beer resting in the sink, and quite a few broken ones on the floor. There were also several blotches of cum splattered all over the wall and a gag on the table...and a leash.
"Fuck man...what did we do last night?"
"URP!! I unno...but yous wouldn't-HIC-stop hooks from...fuckin' you..."
"Hooks?"
Darin rubbed his churning belly and walked back into the living room, with Frankie staggering behind the massive bear.
"Yeah...hooks. URP-all wit big tits...den beer came-HIC-and I...fell down."
"So what, we hired a bunch of prostitutes to come fuck us and then we got drunk and passed out?"
"No-HIC-you buy hooks...I just...swallow beer."
"...Guess that explains why you're so wasted. So, you have more alcohol in your body than you do blood, and I probably have crabs and seven different STDs. That's fuckin' great."
Frankie sighed again before rubbing his head and heading towards the door.
"WHOA! Where-where is-where is-HIC-Sankie goin'?"
"I gotta see a doctor, Darin. You should probably see one too."
"But I-I-I gotta...say...dat thing first...URP!"
"What Darin?"
The Himalayan Bear staggered and moaned as he walked over towards the green fox, who quickly backed away and gagged once he smelled the strong, nauseating alcohol on his breath.
"I-I swallow...furries...Sankie."
"You-you want?"
Darin guffawed like an idiot and nodded. "Yeeeeeaaaaaahhh...right up my...mah butt. Right up-HIC-my smelly butt Sankie...it feel like good; it feel like not pain. I-I-I-I remember that one time...c'mere ya son a' bitch!"
Darin grabbed the green fox and dragged him over to his massive belly, shoving his muzzle deep into the spherical blob of fat so he could hear all the juices and beer sloshing around inside.
"I 'member one guy...one-HIC-guy who is medicine furry...and he got up ass so easily that I spray...sssspooooge all over...everywhere. But dat medicine furry give I gas...I gas so much pass that-HIC-hole almost rip...in pants! Hehehehehe...but dat only one guy...I shove-HIC-others up butt before...many before..."
Frankie struggled as he tried to break free of the smelly bear's grip, but all his attempts were futile, and he was forced to listen to the bear's churning belly for another minute or two before Darin let go of him on his own free-will. The bear stared at the green fox for several more seconds before he gurgled and a long trail of drool began to come out of his mouth. The bear turned around and belched before he bent over and showed his repugnant ass off to the fox. Frankie naturally backed away and plugged his nose.
"Smell mah ass...Sankie..."
"Uh, no. I can clearly smell it right where I'm standing, and it stinks."
"Do it, Sankie...do it now for me..."
"Darin, you're drunk, and you just want my muzzle up your ass so you can vore me."
"Just doooooo it...Sankie...my-HIC-butt no stink too bad."
"If I can smell it all the way over here I think it does!"
"Doooooo it...Sssssankieeeeee..."
"No, Darin, not unless there's a way your ass can magically cure my hangover..."
"Dooooooo it..."
Darin suddenly collapsed with a loud thud on top of a bean bag chair he had sitting in his living room. The obese bear let out a loud gurgle before belching loudly and moaning to himself. Frankie stared at the pudgy bear before he started to snore to himself and mumble in his sleep. The green fox shook his head and sighed before he started to look for his keys.
"Shit-Darin where are my car keys?"
"...Whuh...?"
"My car keys. I can't find 'em."
"That's...that's be...causssse up asshole...Sankie..."
"What?"
"They're up...stinkhole...Sankie."
The fox looked at the bear's brown and filthy buttocks before he grimaced and glanced down at Darin's face again.
"Why in God's name would you put the keys there out of all the places in this house?!"
"Cause...I thought it funny...joke Sankie..."
"So how the fuck do I get 'em out now?!"
"Sissh...out."
"I'm not sticking my arm up your butt."
"Then...come back...in manzy hours...it be out then..."
Frankie scratched his head as he stared at the bear and tried to figure out what he meant by coming back in several hours. He opened his mouth to say something, but once he finally figured out what the bear was implying, the fox got to his knees and moved closely to Darin's smelly rear-end.
"Fuck that."
Frankie stared at the brown bear's disgusting buttocks and tailhole, trying to build up the courage to actually insert his paw, maybe even his entire arm, inside the drunken behemoth. Darin was out cold now, so he didn't have to worry about him voring him, or whatever the fuck he was talking about. Still, putting his arm inside something that...dirty...couldn't be very hygienic for him. He certainly was gonna have to scrub his paws three times as much the next time he washed them. The fox leaned forward and suddenly grimaced and covered his nose with his arm so he could cough a few times. Frankie knew that everyone's ass stank-it was only natural-but there was something about Darin's that almost made him throw up upon smelling it. It didn't just smell foul; it smelled like it was infected with bacteria that were expelling a horrible stench not even a camel could tolerate. Saying that the big ole bear needed a long bubble bath was a major understatement. He needed to be sprayed down with a water hose from a fire truck that had soap mixed in with the H2O. At the very least, he could've scrubbed out (Frankie was praying it wasn't real and was only imagining seeing it) the dried-up dung still left inside. Nevertheless, Frankie had to get out the keys one way or the other, and his alternate option was far too disgusting for him to even name. So the green fox inhaled sharply, closed his eyes, and shoved his left arm deep inside Darin's asshole. The bear immediately woke up and yowled with excitement, surprised by the sudden action. He could feel his cock growing, mashed in-between his pelvic region and the bean beg chair, and growled levelly. Frankie raised an eyebrow; the growl Darin let out sounded like he was enjoying what was happening. He ignored it and continued to push forward, hearing several loud squishes and another gleeful groan from the bear. Frankie turned away and groaned with disgust once he felt the rectal walls of the ursine. The parts that didn't feel lumpy and swollen were littered with dung.
"Eww...God Darin, you should really go see a doctor. You know how swollen your asshole is?"
The bear let out another lustful moan and belched. Frankie sighed exasperatedly and continued to move his arm around so he could find the keys. He was shocked at how easy it was for him to move his arm around. It was like Darin's tailhole was stretchy; he could probably fit a baseball bat inside the burly mammal's butt with ease. Frankie suddenly gasped when he felt something hard and grabbed the unknown object.
"Shit-I think I got it."
Frankie moved his fingers around the object. He could feel the rigid edges of the keys.
"I GOT IT!"
The fox heard a loud, wet slurping noise and was dragged forward half an inch. The sudden movement caused him to drop the keys and frown. Frankie looked at the bear's buttocks and swore to himself before he tried to remove his arm. Whatever Darin did made it so Frankie couldn't move at all. His arm was stuck.
"The hell...?"
Frankie grunted four times and tried to yank out his arm, but in the process of struggling, he was sucked in a little further, and the same disgusting slurp was heard. Frankie could barely even see his elbow anymore and knew that he was in trouble. He panicked and started to hyperventilate, sticking his other arm inside the stinky crevice in an attempt to use it to remove his other arm. Then he thought back on what the ursine said in his drunken ramble and realized that he had just made a horrible, and possible fatal, mistake. Frankie's eyes grew wide once he looked at Darin's posterior.
"Oh no."
The fox yelped once he was sucked in another half inch, and couldn't move his arms anymore. Both of them were stuck, and judging by the other loud moan that Darin let out, he wasn't going to get unstuck anytime soon. Frankie grunted and used all the strength in his body to try and throw himself backwards, but that only made Darin suck the fox in even further. He growled loudly again and felt his phallus growing even longer underneath his bloated belly. Frankie began to whimper and pant with frustration, swearing and muttering to himself incessantly as he jerked his arms backwards and tried to get out of the smelly chamber that could soon become his tomb. But Darin simply inhaled briskly and sucked the fox in another inch. His arms weren't even visible anymore and Frankie's nose wasn't even more than a quarter of an inch away from Darin's asshole. The fox shrieked and tried one last time to move away from Darin's tailhole. He knew it was futile at this point, but he still wanted to try; being a victim to a bear's asshole was just pathetic and embarrassing, especially one who is intoxicated. But once the fox heard another loud, slurping noise, and his muzzle was gradually sucked into Darin's asshole, knew that that was probably going to happen.
Darin had planned the entire thing all along. The moment he spotted the green fox enter his house he knew that he wanted to swallow the little kitsune with his asshole. He thought about drugging him or tying him up and sitting down on his head, but both options were too risky, and if anyone saw or heard what was going on, someone could've easily alerted the police. So he snatched Frankie's keys when he wasn't looking, went into the bathroom, and shoved them up his ass. Afterwards, he got drunk until he passed out, and woke up several hours later. ...He was still trying to figure out why he was naked, but thinking back on it, it was probably a good thing he didn't know. He wasn't sure what state he'd be in, but he knew that Frankie would be stupid enough to try and use his bare arms to retrieve his car keys, and he did. And now, he was slowly sucking the kitsune up his butt, and possibly to his death. Darin smiled leeringly and panted a few times before he grunted and gritted his teeth. He slowly sucked the fox's head up his asshole and reached his neck before he stopped and growled sensually again, unable to hold in all his euphoria. God, he just couldn't stop obsessing over shoving things up his posterior, no matter how big or small they were. He grunted again and heard another sloppy slurp, indicating that he was sucking in the fox even more. His arms, neck and head were no longer visible, but the rest of his body was out in the open. He could feel the kitsune thrashing around with his legs and wagging his tail like crazy, but all his attempts were worthless. The bear was still amazed that he hadn't accepted his fate yet and hadn't just lain still so he could make this much easier on the both of them. Another wet slurp was heard and the bear growled loudly. It was like he was in pain and about to orgasm simultaneously. He wasn't in pain, but he surely was going to orgasm once the fox was inside his rectum. More slurping was heard, and the bear let out a high-pitched moan once half of Frankie's chest was sucked into his butt. His boner was long and hard now, practically throbbing under all his mass and leaking a bit of precum. He felt the warm fluid against his spherically brown belly and grinned again, ready to complete the voring process. He panted several more times and gritted his teeth again before shouting once another portion of Frankie was sucked up his asshole. All that could be seen now was Frankie's tail and legs. Darin groaned a couple of times when his stomach gurgled loudly and he felt all the juices churning and digesting his breakfast (or the last furry he anally vored). Frankie's waist and tail disappeared within a few seconds, only leaving his legs now, which were practically lifeless and limp. And yet, Frankie still had a bit of strength left in him and wasn't fully unconscious yet. Darin couldn't stop moaning and growling with ecstasy, and felt more goo coming out of the tip of his penis. He just needed to suck Frankie in two more times and then he'd be full and he could blow his load. Darin shouted and grunted several times before he shut his eyes and sucked the fox in with yet another disgusting squelch, leaving nothing behind but his footpaws. Despite everything, the fox was still conscious (barely) and was still capable of wiggling his toes, thinking that someone would see him at the last second and pull him out. But no one was coming to save him. The bear shut his eyes and gritted his teeth one last time before using the rest of the strength in his rotund body to suck in the fox's footpaws. His ring sucked in the last bit of Frankie before it closed back up and disappeared into Darin's ass crack. The bear growled one final time before sighing with relief and opening his eyes. His body suddenly jerked and Darin felt something wet underneath his stomach and the bean bag chair. He thought he wet himself, but remembered that it was only a combination of pre and cum. He experienced the same wet feeling everytime he had a wet dream and thought he pissed all over his bed sheets.
Darin sighed a few more times and hiccupped before hearing his belly grow some more; Frankie was still trying to escape. He knew that he'd stop soon though. They also do once they start to run out of air to breathe and become claustrophobic in the tight space they're confined in. The bear thought about getting up and wiping the cum and pre that surely got all over his belly and the bean bag chair, but he was too tired and drunk to even roll over on his back. Darin closed his eyes and went back to sleep, still hearing the fluids in his gut churning. He felt rather proud about himself. Even though Frankie wasn't as "tasty" as other victims he had eaten, somehow he managed to eat the guy despite the fact he was too drunk to talk properly or stand up. If that wasn't cunning, he didn't know what was.