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© Tsumi Moogle '22

1/8/22

The first thing he was aware of was the ache. It was everywhere, like an army had taken to him as their personal punching bag, worst of all, the pounding of his head.

It took effort to will one eye open, which proved to be his first mistake as the first glimpse of dancing torchlight immediately drew a wince and soft hiss of uttered pain.

No, not an army, he recalled as he tenderly continued against his better judgement, opening his eyes. A hyena. Which tended to mean there was more than one.

One more in particular that sat across the room from him in the immense, hand-crafted shape of a chair, or rather, throne, given its raised position. Draped with intricate, dizzying patterns of vibrant coloured threads and strands to match the simple draped fabrics from the domed roof above.

The hyena sat, her earthen-tan hue broken by the deep speckles about her frame, her very tall frame, her very tall, broad-shouldered frame. Thick metal loops at her wrists, chains draped about her neck to rest over her bare chest, all coloured to match the gold of her eyes. An easy fold of fabric about her waist, darker and woven about several small jewels glittering in the firelight.

The matriarch, of course.

He was aware, through his shock and the steady rebooting of his brain, that the ache in his arms and shoulders felt most poignant, glancing up to find his hands bound by manacles draped over a thick stake embedded in the deep red wall above him. Not good.

The hyena rose, like shadow, like towering storm-clouds, taking a slow step down from her throne towards the captive.

'Invader.' her voice the thunder of a storm front; deep and rich; smooth, yet clipped with the curl of her lip. She did not like invaders. 'You are given one choice. One word. Join, or perish.'

It was an easy choice to make. When he certainly hadn't intended to invade. When he hadn't even intended to be aware that a hyena tribe lived where he had roamed.

'Join!' he sputtered, mouth opening to apologise, to plead forgiveness. She stopped before his smaller form, eyes sharpening with the barest of frowns. His voice fell dead before he did.

One did not speak to the matriarch unless bidden.

Slowly, the hyena's darker muzzle split into the simulacrum of a smile. Her hand drew the layer of cloth about her hips free with the brush of a finger, drawing her captive's eyes. The squeak he let out almost brought the smile to full width as the matriarch bared her shaft.

'Join.' She repeated, taking that length to hand, stroking slow. Not a true penis, the traveler knew with a tremble, which made her word all the more concerning.

One broad hand resting beside his form, the matriarch guided that swelling spire up to his bare feet, letting flesh spread, and newer flesh sink, to raise her hackles and mane with a growl that rolled through the earthen room. Through every iota of the traveller's being.

Squirming in his bindings, the crude chains over head rattled on their stake, stilling only when the matriarch gripped them, and lifting just so, removed them from their hold.

Though as his arms sank with a fresh ache of relaxation, gravity gripped at him to drag his knees, his thighs into the stifling heat and silken hold of that pulsing girth.

'You will make a small hyena.' the matriarch stated, staring down at the wide, desperate eyes. 'But still bigger than you are.' Her own imperious gaze unbroken as the almost casual flex of deep muscles wrung the traveller about.

He could see the bulge of his feet and calves under her firm abdomen as he twisted about.

She at least permitted him to whimper as she unclicked those manacles.

Her reverberating growl was barely muffled as his head, and his face were sucked into that hemishaft. The dancing firelight ebbing to muffling, smothering darkness and so much crushing heat.

2/8/22

'What's the matter, Hero? You're not done already, are you?' Chuckled the squirrel, rolling his shoulders. His red-furred fram snug in a handsomely cut and designed suit. It had Tailor's make all over it. Trish was generally far less inclined to work on costumes outside of her business'.

Morpheus glowered as he got to his feet, twitching his tail and eying the squirrel's swaying so amusedly behind his foe. A deft grappler, and dangerous extra appendage for Jit's greedy powers.

It had so easily caught the swing of his first punch, and curled like a snake, dragging strength out of the hero in a leeching undulation before the hyenolf could pull himself free.

'Don't worry. I'll be sure to leave enough strength in you to struggle.' Jit smirked as he stepped forward, following the hero as he leapt to one side, and vaulted from view, darting swift as a cheetah. Literally as a cheetah, he realized as Morpheus circled him, gold and spotted, rather than tan. The hero twisted, and vaulted, a kangaroo's double-kick impacting Jit square in the chest and dragging a wheeze from the squirrel, only for his hands to lunge up and grab the marsupial's legs.

It wasn't his strength, the hero found drained. But as he dangled, he realized the steady thrum of Potentia in his greaves was diminishing rapidly. Even de-natured, it still had an abundance to give. And was doing so, right into the Squirrel's hungry grasp.

Puffing and panting, Jit grinned with wide eyes as the energy coursed through him. Arcing along his frame and throbbing muscles up and out into greater size and might.

'Nonono!' the hero cursed, twisting to try and slam his tail into the squirrel's arms, only to find the swelling rodent to be rather more resilient to damage as his strength multiplied exponentially.

Jit's voice grew lower, deeper as he continued to grow.

'Yes, yes, yes!' the villain smirked, before he noted the glow in those greaves having ebbed. With an idle tut, he turned to throw the hero, watching the roo shifting into an armadillo, bouncing and rolling easily into a sliding stop.

'Well, I didn't want this to be too easy, I guess.' Morpheus frowned as he considered the massive Squirrel. 'Still..!' And lunging forward, he narrowed his eyes as his frame shifted into a rabbit, spry, agile..! his form dashing, darting, ducking and weaving about wide swung hands, sliding beyond heavy stomping boots that splintered asphalt. And weaving over that ominous tail, he leapt for the squirrel's head, grabbing at a cheek with intent.

Jit might be stronger than him. But would he be stronger than himself?

It was a different shudder rolling over him as he copied the squirrel directly, and exactly from the touch. Feeling himself become other, and other become familiar. He pushed away from the squirrel as the villain twisted after him, and nearly tripping over his lengthening tail, Morpheus blinked.

He was still looking -up- at the villain.

'Hoping to get what I have..? You don't quite have the energy for it, Hero.' Grinned the massive mega-squirrel. 'Never thought about eating myself, but there's plenty of energy still to be had on you!' Jit smirked as he hunched.. and launched forward with shocking speed.

Morpheus yelped in Jit's voice as massive mits gripped him, the broad hands holding about his torso, draining greedily at his energy. Arcing electricity only saw it drained into naught but more squirrel. Wrestling only tired him more and more as it grew harder and harder to resist. An empassioned kick stopped dead on the squirrel's broad chest. Jit simply shook his head at himself.

'Now you're done. For good.' chuckled the squirrel as he lifted the exhausted hero over his head.

Gaping his jaws wide beneath the city's hero, he let the mask'd face stare into the thick, slimy depths of his gullet, before he began so casually lowering him in.

The maw's heat soaked through his suit with ease, as did saliva in due course. Jit's tongue lavishing the taste of victory as much as that of his own curious flavour. A small shame, considering he hoped to remember the hyenolf's flavour on his breath when he belched his mask up, but a win was a win.

He swallowed easily, and yet was still surprised to see nearly half of the limp hero squeeze down his gullet. The masked squirrel whimpering in worry as cloying walls crushed in and claimed at him so avidly. Twisting, arching, trying to resist with what dregs he could muster, Morpheus gasped at Jit lipping over his torso, and suckling at him almost like a large piece of candy. Inching him down all but mockingly as he gathered his fallen foe into his maw.

The hero-turned-squirrel-turned-meal was forced tight as Jit's maw slid closed about his head and hunched frame. That tongue noisy, lavishing as it slathered over him in slow waves. The villain was nearly tender in those final ministrations, before he tilted his head back, and made a slow show of swallowing.

3/8/22

Beneath him, the engine roared on. Smooth, rich, maintained, and rather muffled through the snug and barely stretchy walls that contained him. He lay awash in potent musk, with the heavy weight of a form leaned over him, pinning him against the curve of the bike's fueltank. Struggling seemed only to rev the engine, both of the bike, and the rider he was stuffed within. To think it had come to this..!

All said, it had been something of a write-off of a day. Through the hum-drum and sameyness of the week, Ankou had scuffed the heels of his stylized sneakers, purple eyes barely taking in the steady passage of pavement beneath him.

The barest suffusion of light seemed to make it through the sac that jostled and churned about him, the darkest red lighting letting him see the shadowy outline of his hands pressing about. Such a contrast to the odd gleam that had made him blink and lift his gaze from his banal reverie. Metal. Sheening and polished to near a mirror shine, artfully crafted in the form of a motorbike. A chopper? A cruiser? He didn't know much of the difference. Only that it was big. Big like the form stepping around the beast of a vehicle, a snowy white that danced as broad and solid musculature danced easily to the motions of the bike's owner finishing tending to it. Mouse, by the tail. Martian, by the antennae perking from the neatly cropped hair.

And Boots, by the thick black leather that hugged up the martian's calves, bloused into by sturdy jeans. Ankou's eyes however remained fixed at the martian's steps moving him about, checking nooks and crannies, a finer cloth neatly detailing, before he stepped back to admire the work.

And then turned.

The mouse squeaked in that pressure as the world shifted, sliding to one side, the rider taking a hard turn, squishing him this way and that as he wove and wound his way through the streets. At least, he assumed as much..

The smaller mouse's eyes held their gaze, as one of those hefty boots tapped, almost with amusement. A hand lowered, and gestured up, seeming to hook into the purple mouse's rational brain, pulling it to the fore and the smaller squeak to his senses.

'See somethin' you like, li'l bro?' the large mouse grinned, a tattoo of an odd flower poised over his heart, with several roads snaking from it. On one shoulder, the unmistakable mouse-head tattoo of his kind. Ankou cleared his throat, the heat in his cheeks darkening their colour.

'Uh-.. yeah, Yeah! Nice boo- Bike!' he squeaked, running a hand up through the thick dreadlocks tied back behind his head.

Dreadlocks that drizzled, when he could shakily hunch and slip himself about, trying to push about, trying to get the large mouse's attention. To get off this ride. Or at least get the martian off, to get himself back out.

'Best this side of Venus. Runs like a dream.' Nodded the martian, some feet above Ankou as he strolled back to his prized vehicle, settling himself on the broad leather seat, and almost casually resting a broad boot on the broad gear paddle. 'Much of a rider yourself, li'l bro?'

'Ahh.. y'know, mine's in the shop. ...Bro.' shrugged the purple mouse as he approached, earning that broad grin again. The martian offered a large fist to his smaller cousin.

'Axel.'

'Ankou.' smiled the smaller mouse, bumping fists lightly.

'Well, Ankou. F'yours ain't roadworthy, I'd be happy to give you a tour.'

A tour of his loins, for certain, the smaller mouse grumbled as a short stop, slid his arms and legs from under him, splatting thickly into the pooled seed and coughing in the rich masculine musk as the pressure eased back off him, only for a smaller area to brush over him. Axel was petting him.

'I mean, doesn't look like there's much room for two.' Ankou mused, swatting with a half-indignant 'Hey!' as Axel chuckled, ruffling over his head.

'Just call it cozy, li'l bro. The side-car's in the shop.' Axel snickered, regarding the smaller male with thoughtful red eyes. A broad hand idled down to his waistband, to casually thumb it down.

He knew Ankou was watching. Knew he had him right where he wanted him.

4/8/22

Not even a single bar of reception on his phone. The horizon stretching on, flat into infinity, with nary so much as a tree to break the almost monochrome colour of the stretching earth, the sun passing its Zenith in lazy pace, the long days of summer truly feeling as though they could last forever.

Unlike his car, which had given up the ghost, and the mortal shell it had housed. He'd guessed it may have been a risk, not going with something a little newer, but, it had done him well to date.

Little good that meant, facing who knew how long until the next passer-by. And especially who knew how long until the next passer-by to stop.

The rabbit sighed as he swung his feet out of the car, the doors open to permit the hopes of a breeze, and standing up, he lifted his gaze along the dividing line of the high-way one way off into the distance, shimmering for the heat, before glancing towards the other. His tall ears perked.

Something had appeared on the far side of existence and was creeping towards him.

Those ears caught the gutteral sound of an engine, making him grateful that it was no mirage.

Closer and closer, the steady rumble grew, as did the figure. A motorbike, he could make out, squinting out from under a hand, before lifting it to wave in hopes of any sort of assistance.

To the buck's sheepish surprise, the bike slowed, and pulled off the road beside him. A broad shirt and vest stretched over wider shoulders and torso. The lion astride it regarding the car, and the rabbit from behind mirror'd shades.

'Engine troubles?' rumbled the large form with a toothy grin. Sympathetic as much as he was playful.

'Yeah, like the now lack of one.' Nodded the rabbit, puffing as he inclined his head. 'Can't call, can't hope to walk.'

'Not when next diner's about a hundred miles either way.' Nodded the massive feline, leaning on his handlebars and swaying his tufted tail behind him. 'Sounds like you're heading my way, so I could probably see about giving you a lift. Be damn rude to leave you high and dry with a promise that I'll alert someone. "Oh yeah, there's a rabbit somewhere on the road back there in need of a pick-up."'

The dark-furred bun snorted his amusement, nodding. His eyes glancing over the hard-wearing bike, heavy to support the broad form astride it.

'No side-car..' he mused carefully.

'Nope. And I'd put money on your arms getting tired if you rode bitch. I'd feel real awful, if you became road-pizza because of me. Don't worry though. Got a plenty-fine method all the same.' The feline dropped his kick-stand and turned on the broad seat to face the rabbit proper, dropping the tops of his glasses to peer at the buck over them. A slight tilt of his maned head beckoned the smaller male over.

'Now, M'sure you're going to have opinions on it, but, you don't have plenty of options.' The lion grinned, a thumb casually loosening his jeans, and fishing them open to bare a fittingly thick shaft beneath.

The bun blinked, staring at that girth throbbing as it was bared to the open air, blushing and splaying his ears.

'I mean-.. I have cash, that's no problem.'

'...I never said you had to suck it.' The lion chuckled unabashed. 'Other way around, infact.'

'Wait, what..?'

A large gloved hand reached out, nabbing the rabbit by the scruff of his shirt and lifting him with ease to offer his feet to that shaft.

'You get your ride, I get a comfy time until I drop you off. Might end up a little sticky, but, sweating your ass off out here, it's pretty much the same thing, right?' the lion grinned at the bright-blushing rabbit.

'I-.. I mean, you're not.. wrong, I suppose?'

'Well, what's your pick then?' The lion licked his lips, length throbbing in anticipation as the buck stared down at the bead of pre leaking from the tip.

'......A-alright.'

His toes sank into that tight, slick embrace with surprising ease. A thunderous purr from the lion working up through his legs.

'S'gunna be real intense, so make sure you enjoy the road, hops.' groaned the lion as he let the buck sink, flexing keenly about his passenger to be.

It was likely to be one of the few times he went below the speed-limit.

Rather well below, if the buck's bashful squirms as his thighs began their descent next were anything to go by.

5/8/22

He didn't think he'd ever get used to the moments when folks Awakened. The powers and awareness of what they could do going straight to their heads.

Mercifully, there was enough warning to keep folks mostly safe, hunkered from sight in safe rooms, which, for a city of occasional super-powered souls was a growing commodity.

That had left him and the citizen-turned-rogue.

Some wirey and wiley deft hand at turning almost anything he touched into charged explosives. It had certainly made for an agile and rapid sortie when negotiations had failed. Morpheus hated when that was the case. Of course, he didn't have much room to talk.

Mercifully, with only their powers, and not a lot of practical experience, the ram had been easy enough to deal with, though as he held the wrists of the budding villain, the hero considered the carnage and ebbing flames from those explosions. RAD would have too many things on them that would give the young sheep a chance to get free with more casualties.

Wetting his lips, the masked hyenolf frowned at the glaring face before him.

'Yeah, I know that look. But you're gunna hate me worse yet.'

'As if the cops could hold me.' barked the ram, before the hero tilted his head in acknowledgement.

'Yeah, not quite there.' The hero murmured, before he took a breath and tapped into the extra energy in his suit. His form swelled and roiled, unfurling up and out before the Ram whose eyes widened at his foe elongating. The black, white and blue suit shifting and adjusting with the hyenolf as fur regressed into scales, and legs fused and lengthened, coiling out.

'I don't do this all too often, for obvious reasons.' The massive python uttered in a deeper voice, his face still masked, his larger hands still holding those wrists. 'You might want to close your eyes. It gets pretty intense.' Morpheus cautioned, before his jaws spread and gaped.

The ram's eyes widened as the maw unfurled cavernously, looming and sinking over his face in a thick wash of hot and humid breath. Instinct drove him to tug and writhe against the hold, but the massive snake had already looped a thick coil about his legs, with another and another beyond it layering up to hold him fast. The sheen of the black and white coils taut as iron bands contrasting the soft give in the heroes gullet.

The gullet that sank over his shoulders in swift course as the massive snake sank himself into his coils, swallowing and undulating his body to assist in the steady consumption of the smaller frame.

He was keenly aware of the odd spice to the ram's body, likely a side-effect of his abilities, and made a mental note not to tell the would-be villain how good he tasted.

Sinking into his own coils, and letting them spread apart as he claimed inexorably over the ram, Morpheus groaned at the odd stretch, familiar, and not unpleasant, even as he leaned up slowly, framing the ram's boots in his jaws and clicking his jaws shut with a slow slrrrsshhing swallow.

The steady rippling twist of his frame helping streamline the ram down into the depths of his body made him shudder, before he panted softly and gazed at the modest outline of the villain.

'..Morpheus?' came a meek voice from behind him. The snake turned to the sight of several citizens staring wide-eyed at him, glad he couldn't blush as he was.

'Appologies for the grim display. This one's rather hazardous. Don't worry though, I'll be delivering him over to RAD pers-' The snake's eyes widened as an unbidden, and unstoppable belch rolled its way up his throat, in a wet and raucous noise as it escaped. '...Personally!' he muttered, scrunching his face up and starting to slither his way on.

The crowd stared on in his wake as those bulges in his coils writhed fervently.

6/8/22

The mog paused in silence at his doorway. Slightly ajar when he had left it open, Tsumi leaned an ear towards it, and glancing to his pompom as it glowed, swaying over his head. Blue, and slightly pink. The sound of soft purring from within, and the pointed draw of breaths. Slow breaths, savouring breaths.

Peeking slowly into the room, barely brushing the door open wider, the pink form glanced into the gloom, and grinned at the familiar outline. He had wondered where Jag had gotten to. The feline had excused himself to the bathroom a while ago. And no wonder why, with his muzzle pressed deep into the mouth of one of the moogle's adored high-tops. Just like the feline to indulge in smells.

Tsumi eased from the room as a wry grin crossed his muzzle. Jag wanted to indulge in his scent..? He knew just the thing for the cat to really lose himself in.

Socked footpaws silent on carpet, he snuck back through the house.

Jag's eyes fluttered as he held the plush footwear. His chest reverberating, purring like an engine as he delighted in his small friend's intoxicating scent. The supple fruity-sweet musk mingled on leather, still a tinge warm from tugging them free earlier. The jaguar's tail swayed keenly behind him, certain that his ears were paying rapt attention. Or had been, before he'd let one sniff become the protracted breathing exercise he was delighting in.

At least until a familiar, and ominous zapping noise split the silence, and a thrum of energy struck at his back and rapidly rolled over his entire form. The sneaker dropping from his hands, the cat hazily looked about and up, to find Tsumi standing in the doorway, grinning at him from behind the Feline's own shrink-ray. Why on earth did he keep bringing it everywhere with him..?!

'T-Tsumi! What are you doing? Grow me back!' Mowled the jaguar as he stumbled to his feet. Already he was shorter than the diminuitive moogle, and rapidly inching his way down further.

'Maybe in a while, Jag-po.' Giggled the mog as he eased the shrink ray out of Jag's reach. 'When I'm done helping you enjoy yourself, k'po~' His pom glowed a mirthful blue, as he admired the sight of Jag shrinking down and down. His clothing pooling about him, and soon eclipsing him as Jag toppled over from the weight of his tent-like shirt.

It didn't take long for him to fish his little target free, grinning as he scooped Jag into a hand, looking over the blushing and panting face.

'Like my scent that much, k'po? You could have just asked, you know I'd be happy to indulge you, pipo~' Tsumi smiled, leaning himself on the wall to pull at his shorts, and bare a keenly perked shaft. He had been looking forward to this.

Mewling, Jag squirmed in that now expansive hand, as it lowered to that length, and hugged him against it. True enough, Tsumi's scent lay rich. Sweet and tangy as the mog stroked himself slowly, trailing the tiny jaguar along his shaft, and slowly drizzling slick beads of pre over Jag's form, slicking him steadily.

It didn't take long for the feline to lean in, hugging against that shaft as he continued breathing deep of his friend's scent, eyes fluttering keenly.

He didn't even seem to realize as Tsumi worked his hand higher, until he could nudge a thumb over Jag's head, and pressing his face into that pre-oozing slit. Adjusting his grasp, he began feeding the tiny feline inwards, biting his lip with a trembling moan at the stretch.

His other hand shakily stroked over his length as he guided Jag in. Pumping carefully, and bucking his hips as he felt the tiny cat writhing in vague awareness of where he was heading. Placing a finger to Jag's small feet, Tsumi pressed slowly and lay his head back with a moan as the cat descended.

Flesh spread about jag amidst the slickness. The heat of Tsumi's body, the thrum of his pulse, and the purest, richest of the moogle's scents basting into his dark fur as the mog's thumb pressed down, squidging his feet in and sealing him entirely in that shaft.

About him, the spongy, stretchy walls continued pumping, whether the mog's hand, or the walls themselves compressing to claim him, he couldn't tell, but he did recognize the tighter squeeze and incline of his form, before he surged out into a thick and gooey pit. Sauna-like and tingling his nose with the richness of Tsumi's musk, Jag could only mewl within his prison as he squirmed amidst the veritable bath of virile seed.

Biting his lip to keep himself at least a semblance of calm, Tsumi shakily released his shaft, as the tiny bucks and struggles of the cat twitched away in his balls. Tugging his shorts back up, the mog adjusted himself with a soft giggle, panting.

'K'poooohhh.. Hope you enjoy, Jag-po~ I'll try to remember you're in there if I end up having some fun with the other guests, k'po.'

7/8/22

Even through the throng of the crowd amidst the club, she caught the ruby gaze of a smaller frame. Not the widened, hopeful gaze of some easy mark, though there was certainly an appreciative awe about them all the same. They relaxed with a slight incline of the rabbit's head, and a soft smirk.

An invitation.

Solina's frame strode through the crowd easily, parting it about her tall, orange and yellow frame, hips swaying in time with her large tail, a sinuous motion of a predatory creature on the prowl.

The snowy form before her seemed ill inclined to turn tail and flee. On the contrary, he adjusted to politely make room from her on the spacious couch.

'And what can I do to you?' the Rena mused aloud as she eased down beside the buck. He might have been tall among his peers, but he still had to look -up- to her.

'Oh, I'm sure that list is long and varied, a lady of your stature.' the snowy form grinned. A roguish, handsome quirk of his muzzle that would liably have made the odd heart flutter. 'But I was rather considering on the opposite.'

Tracing a snowy finger through her hair, Solina let a smirk of her own pluck at her lips as she considered the rabbit thoughtfully.

'That would be quite the achievement. And what makes you think I would even let you try, hmm? What do you think is going to stop me from scooping a little bunny like you up, and..' she trailed that finger down her cheek, through the dark ruff of fur at her neck and between the cleft of her chest, to tap idly over her abdominals. The rabbit, to his credit, didn't even blush.

'Because you're letting me try right now.' He retorted smoothly. 'Because that elephant over there caught the eye of a leopard, and sauntering over, swallowed her down. You, on the other hand, opened the floor to an attempt.'

Solina's blue eyes fixed on Teio's red, the pair quietly sizing one another up.

'And you think you're just going to manage that with me, hmm? A simple snack on today of all days?' Solina's muzzle tautened just slightly. Teio blinked with an earnest look of shock.

'A simple snack..? Someone like you is hardly just food.' The buck smiled lightly, rumbling in his chest. 'You're like a puzzle within a maze filled with deadly prizes and daring twists, where the prize at the end, is you.' Teio grinned. 'I don't simply want to devour you. I want to earn you. To make all of the challenge, and nuance and daring that is you into my food.'

The Rena's eyes flickered just slightly as the buck's infallible grin held her face. Watching, reading. She slowly reached out to the rabbit's form, lightly plucking one hand, then the other into her hold, before she lifted and guided the buck onto his back on the couch. Looming over him with hardening eyes and broadening grin of her own.

'Rather well spoken, for a rabbit. Though you perhaps missed my later question, no?' Her face inched closer, leaning to brush a thick and powerful tongue along the snowy fur peeking from between the buck's open shirt, and trailing it slowly up his neck, his cheek and an ear.

There it was. The pick-up in his pulse, the slight widening of his eyes.

Gently stirring his hands in the larger figure's hold, Teio puffed gently and grinned.

'Of course I didn't. I just wanted to see how far you wanted to play the game. And going by the fact that you didn't start at my feet, it seems you're in all the way.'

The rabbit's muzzle lunged suddenly. Solina's eyes widening at the sudden glomp of rather more capable jaws than she had anticipated wrapping about her face, squishing her angular muzzle into the slick and steamy embrace of the buck's gullet.

His tongue lavished along her chin, as he eased back slowly, and traced his tongue along his lips.

Oh, it was going to be a fun night.

Slowly, the Rena straightened back up, as the buck did likewise.

'I think a drink or two might be in order. Call me Solina.' Solina smiled wryly as she gestured out to the wait-staff winding their way through the busy club.

'Teio. And I call dibs on the waiter.' the buck toyed with one of his long lop ears, eying the ferret who approached them. 'Don't worry though. I'll be sure to leave room for you.'

8/8/22

The roiling walls were enclosing ever tighter. Squeezing, wringing, their instinctive act grinding the final moments of the hapless meal out in an agonized final bubble amidst the rising enzymes, the former rabbit's mind succumbing to infinite, inky blackness, vaguely aware of a belch somewhere far behind them.

And blinking their eyes open to a crisp mid-morning sun, the rabbit sat up. Confusion roiling in his mind as he took in the rolling, emerald fields of unfamiliar territory, capped with snow dusted mountains fading far into the distance.

He rose slowly, looking over his garb of leather armour over simple homespun clothing. A simple sword strapped at one side, a curiously jingly pouch on the other and the odd weight of a buckler at his back, he carefully drew the former.

Memories of his ambusher down that alley were so stark in comparison to the almost whimsical beauty of the landscape about him. He had.. died, hadn't he? Surely then this couldn't be heaven. ...And it certainly didn't match any bible stories he knew of the dark below.

Save at least for the scaled beast that soared among the thick cottony clouds, it's ruby scales gleaming in the sunlight. An honest to god Dragon..?!

He scampered all the same over the hill, lest the beast decided one figure alone on the hillside was target enough.

A village lay down in the heart of the valley beyond. Thatched rooves in fresh standing for what might have been a brilliant summer prior, the distant sight of a horse-drawn carraige amiably rolling along the country-side. Perhaps he could get help there. Answers.

His booted feet didn't carry him far before he heard the high, impish giggle.

'Fresh adventurer!' Quipped the goblin perched on the stump of a long fallen tree. He had a roguish, yet nearly cute look about him, with his green skin quite smooth and large ears peeking out from under a large cap. All his clothing seemed mismatched and oversized. Except the handy knife glinting in his hand.

'I'm.. not sure about that, I just.. woke up here.' swallowed the rabbit as he brought the sword about before him warily. He wasn't exactly sure how to use it, other than 'pointy bit in the other guy.' The goblin grinned a wide grin as he hopped towards the buck.

'Good morning! Though, I suppose you'll be going straight back to sleep then, won't you?'

'I-.. I have money!' the rabbit tugged at the pouch, hastily shaking it until several glittering silver coins thudded into the grass. The goblin's black eyes watched with mild indifference.

'Village doesn't trade with Gobbies. No need, no need. Only food.'

'I could- could buy you some!' squeaked the rabbit as the smaller form kept approaching. The goblin simply shook his head, flapping his ears.

'I prefer mine fresh.' he giggled, before his grin hardened. He leapt forward with a raucous laugh, his knife clashing with the rabbit's unprepared blade, and with a deft twist and flick, sent it spinning, impaling the ground blade first.

The rabbit squeaked, backing up as the goblin tutted with amusement, turning his blade in his fingers, approaching still.

'New boots. New boots.' the goblin mused in a sing-song voice, before he grabbed the buck by the arms. 'And rabbit! My favourite~' he giggled as he gaped his jaws wide before the bunny.

The goblin's sharp teeth framed a deep red gullet that for a moment sent the rabbit back to the familiar sight of the wolf's jaws before him. He yelped out in shock, before the short imp pulled him close, and plunged him deep into the greedy depths of his hungry gullet. Below, his stomach squelched and gurgled avidly in anticipation of his next meal. No menial thing to be sure, as his rapid gulps tugged the new adventurer to a rapid end within.

It was all too familiar, the crushing heat, the sticky, slimy walls roiling and compacting, scrunching and twisting him about, trying to compact and baste him with every erratic twitch and errant roll of flesh. Struggling anxiously, the rabbit whimpered into the stale air, feeling the greedy claim of jaws over his legs, the tug of his boots being peeled free, before the goblin's jaws snapped shut behind his toes.

It was all he could do to writhe, to struggle as the walls scrunched in again. Eyes wide, frame arching as his rapidly dwindling breath escaped him with another odious squeeze. Darkness encroached once more..

He woke with a start in his bed, looking about at familiar trinkets, at the walls, swallowing as he rubbed his head. It was getting hard to keep count. ..But he was sure that was the tenth time.

..Maybe one day he'd get past the first monster.

9/8/22

Groaning softly, the rottweiler tugged his headphones free, letting his ears flop as he turned his attentions from the incessant ache in his gut to the eager grin of his room-mate.

'So, have you decided if you're coming tonight bro?' coaxed the puma, watching his burly room-mate suck in a tender breath as his meaty fingers kneaded over his gut. Star footballer perhaps, but with an appetite like his, there wasn't time enough in the day for the sit-ups it would take to conquer all the extra rottie.

'You kiddin' me bro? I'm still recoverin' from the last one..!' The large canine pouted, a puppyish edge to his deep brown eyes as he squirmed his heavy frame in the beanbag.

'Recovering? Do you even remember what happened at the last party?' The feline grinned as he slunk easily on the broad lap, kneading his own hands on the soft furred belly, able with little hassle to find the steely wall of muscle beneath.

'I mean, the game was on beforehand, right?' mused the rottie as he let the feline take over the nursing of his incessant belly ache. 'So I'd already had a few cans.' His thick tongue slopped over his lips.

'We got out to Ricky's, and there was a whole celebration goin' on. The steel-guts got their victory, so everyone was rarin' to go, yeah?' He paused to give a soft groan at a poignant twinge in his gut.

'S'right. And that bunny freshman couldn't keep his eyes off you.' snickered the feline. The rottie's cheeks warmed as he curled his large toes to the thought of the short buck bounding up to offer a can anytime he indicated.

'I mean, hey, a stud can't help bein' a stud. Short stack wanted to celebrate!'

'Yeah, we heard you celebrating two floors down.'

'Oh shit, fuck off. You did not!'

'I mean, you were pretty blind at that point who knows,' laughed the feline, slipping back from that lap as the canine took a playful swat at him. 'Maybe someone'll be there to take the edge off when we get there. A stiff drink might be just the thing to ease your gut, bro!'

'...I mean, maybe. Yeah.'

'What happened to that little hopper anyway?' asked the feline as he padded to the door.

'Uh.. I mean.. I think he left by the time I woke up.. It was pretty late.' The canine blushed as his mind drew on hazy recollections of a hungry kiss, and a yawning moan. A tangy taste of cheap deodorant and something.. meatier. And so much.. Squirming.

'You think so, bro..? 'Cause his shirt and jeans were still in the room when I came by to collect you.' The feline's smirk widened as he raised an eyebrow, slinking from the room.

The rottie sat up, swallowing as he eyed his gut. He'd spent the better part of the week employing anything he could to settle his stomach, or at the least, to zone himself out from the incessant twinges and aches.

Taking a slow breath, the rottie exhaled, relaxing the normally unyielding muscles of his gut as best he could.

His belly jerked, with a muffled noise, a muffled squeak!

'Oh Shit!! Uh... Barry?'

'mmhh!'

'Uh- B-Billy?'

'Mmph!'

'Benji! Right! Benji! You okay in there bro?!'

The gut jerked again, this time with the distinct ache of hands pushing up. The rottie panted, staring at the sight, and the rather more euphoric sense the stretch gave.

'Right, yeah, oh my fuck- Sorry dude, I didn't know, I was so drunk..! I'll let you ou-'

'Hey bro, who're you talking to?' Came the puma's voice down the hall.

The rottweiler promptly clenched his gut again with a grunt, compacting the rabbit down.

'Uh- Phone, dude!'

'Well hurry up, man!'

Staring at his belly, the canine licked his lips with his thick tongue, considering the pleasure those stretches had given.

'...Hold out a little longer, bro.' he murmured to his gut. '...I'm gunna get you some company.'

Grinning, the rottie rolled to his feet, tugging his varsity jacket on and trundling for the door.

10/8/22

The pachyderm's broad arms held about him cozily, kneading appreciatively. His eyes lidded, though the mouse knew that latent stress kept the elephant conscious long past when he wanted to doze.

He would never be one to blame his partner for the hours he worked, or how much of himself he gave to his job. He loved it almost as much as he did his partner.

'You should put in for a holiday before you collapse.' Steve murmured softly as he rested his forehead against the elephant's bowed head, hands kneading up at the base of those large sail-like ears. The soft curl of the powerful trunk about him was an appreciative weight as the larger male drew in a long breath and exhaled.

'We couldn't spare it, you know that.' Jake rumbled in his rich baritone, opening tired eyes to smile faintly at the smaller form resting on his lap. A little more than half his size, but with more than enough heart to love every part of him.

'That's just what you tell me every week.' puffed the mouse with a playfully accusatory gaze. The elephant's head tilted aside.

'I do, I know. I'm sorry.' Jake rumbled softly, before he found his smile budding anew as the mouse leaned up to kiss his cheek.

'It's fine, you know it is, silly. But, if I can't convince you to take a holiday, how about an overnight retreat?'

The elephant's eyes widened slightly, ears perking as his trunk snaked and trailed along the rodent's tummy.

'You're not going to make me late, I hope..?' he murmured cautiously, as Steve snickered.

'Not intentionally, I promise. Now.. Lay back.'

It had been the most peculiar thing to learn of his beau, his 'party trick' as it were. Jake mused as he released his hold on the smaller male, tracing his chest and cheek with his trunk, before settling on the bed.

The way it started with soft kisses at his toes. The mouse spending time adoring, doting, teasing those digits, before the warmth followed, and trailed up over his feet. His ears flicked to the low swallow, and nibbling a lip, he couldn't help a soft groan at the undulation in the heat roiling its way up his calves slowly.

No one would have ever believed Steve was capable of it, if they hadn't seen it. And mercifully, not many had. At least to Jake's knowledge. Greedy was an apt word, if ill-fitting. The mouse wanted all of him inside, and gods knew how, but he could get there, quite without issue. As he continued to savour, feeling the native massage of those tight, pillowy insides rolling along his ankles and knees, tracing over his tired muscles every which way, as the thick heat crawled up his thighs, and wormed slowly about his hips.

Most people held opinions about the couple, with regards to their size disparity, the elephant knew. Of course, ninety-nine percent of them were woefully incorrect with their assumptions, he smiled sheepishly as he savoured his steady descent, his all but gleeful submission to his partner's ravenous hunger.

Swallows continued, a rhythmic symphony to the elephant's ears as his broad middle and torso were inched over. The soft grasp of the mouse's hands tracing his shoulders, tapping at his trunk to guide it into his maw too.. And then his shoulders.. his neck..

Jake's eyes fluttered open to take in the sight of the bedroom vanishing behind now very familiar jaws. A low groan of appreciation escaping him as he let that ravenous hunger embrace him wholly, and claim him into the mouse's belly.

Though he curled a little more, the trace of the walls about him was a fair trade. The steady knead, a constant, ceaseless massage that toyed his wearied muscles, and the stresses from them.

The low lub-dup of his partner's heart thrumming above him was the second part of the visceral lullaby that Steve had at least learned not to interupt with his belches. Even if Jake tended to make the biggest.

'Haahh.. There we go, babe. I've got you.' Murmured the mouse as he licked his lips, and gently rubbed his jaw to settle it. Laid atop the immense mass of his partner, he stroked over the odd bulges he could reach in his ashen fur, finding the imprint of a large hand and squeezing a finger.

'You just snuggle in and rest. Let me take care of you for the night.'

He smiled to the soft stir, and slow, eventual sag of his gorgeous partner, snuggled deep within him. Tomorrow, he'd certainly be refreshed and renewed.

Maybe squirmy, if he played his cards right.

11/8/22

Dabbing a towel over his brow, the canine puffed gently as he moved away from the treadmill. Leg day was always a big day, and a bigger tomorrow that he knew he'd regret. But it was worth it, he mused as he strolled his way through the gym.

The steady sounds of weights clinking on resistance machines, the huffs, puffs and grunts, (not to mention the dramatic yell of one perpetually over-verbal soul doing their best) kept the feeling casual, even as the Klee kai padded past larger figures. He was certainly no top-dog, though that wasn't gunna stop him keeping in shape.

Taking up a pair of dumbells, he padded out before the wall-wide mirror, finding a space between several others lifting weights, or stooping in rhythmic squat sets, looking over his grey-and-white furred self, the singlet that would be slicked to him by workout's end, and his snug shorts.. They'd certainly be given a work out too.

The dumbells raised, and his knees bent, the canine dropping smoothly down into a low squat, his slow inhale timed with his motions as he kept stock of his pose, and rose up straight with a soft huff.

His eyes glanced here or there in the mirror at the size of figures about him as they worked out, almost titans by comparison, at least to his mind. A small thought that made his ears tuck, particularly as he caught the gaze of a broad-shouldered wolf sinking low in kind.

The lupine grinned.

Fixing his eyes forward, the Klee wrote the blush in his cheeks off as exertion as he continued his motions.

At least until a large figure stepped infront of him. The large back of the wolf, whose thick tail swayed knowingly side to side, mindful of the smaller male as he worked in opposition to the smaller male's motions.

'H-hey, uh, 'scuse me.' piped up the Klee, knees bending, breathing matching as he stared up, and caught the large male's eye glancing over his shoulder.

'Oh, yeah, sorry bro. Lemme just...' rumbled the wolf, shifting to move, and instead stepping back, closer to the canine, all but looming as the small dog stooped.

The Klee's muzzle opened with annoyance as he started to stand up to snap at the space-invader, before the wolf's thumbs tugged at his waistband, and slipping silky shorts down, he dropped into a prompt to counter the smaller dog, meeting him easily mid-way through his rise, and engulfing him low with a groan to challenge the most vocal of gym-goers as he sank himself as low as he could manage.

The small dog's eyes widened, before they were forced shut. The steamy sudden heat of well-practiced musculature spread about him, or perhaps he was forced to spread it as the larger male reached the apex of his squat, somewhere about his thighs.

Like a beartrap, the walls crushed in about him, as the wolf started straightening up. Clenching like a vice the whole way, he growled low in his throat, a thunderous sound that rattled through the Klee as he felt fabric being scooped under his feet. Those shorts being pulled up, and him with them, deeper into that grinding rump.

'Hope you're keen on some resistance training, kid. 'Cause you squirm out, or you're permanent flex-fuel.' growled the wolf with a wry grin, admiring himself in the mirror as the bulges of the smaller dog were isolated under his steely abs. Another squat and clench or two more claiming the smaller male's feet deep, earning a soft gasp of delight from the broad pred.

Sharing a smirk with one of his work-out buddies, the wolf fixated back on his reflection, delighting in the squirms reduced to little more than twitches.

12/8/22

Halpi had watched them many times. The tall folk in their shiny armor and sharp swords, tromping into the caves. Knew of stories, songs even, from other bold, of the flashybangs and swishyslash, and more over, the shiny.

Tall folk always after shiny. Good idea, chasing shiny. It was a very Bold thing to do.

Despite his best efforts though, other Bolds hadn't liked the thought of tromping into unfriendly caves, to swishyslash and flashybang. There weren't many Bold who were good at flashybang, really.

Or swishyslash, if he was honest.

With a blunted dagger he'd found and a small satchel of food, he'd made after a group of tall folk, knowing eventually they'd find their way to shiny. Oh, it had taken much Bold smarts to stay hidden, to chase after, and even find more food on the travel, but Halpi was a determined Bold. Resourceful, he would say, if he knew the word.

And finally, they'd come to the cave. They chattered about many things, for a long time, which he didn't entirely understand. Tall folk tongue was pretty. Like butterflies, but noise. Noisy butterflies. It probably made sense to the butterflies. But finally they'd wandered in, fire-sticks glowing in the dark. Halpi had picked up a stick, trying to imagine needing it on fire. Bold eyes were much better.

Following, he got to watch, almost close, at the swishyslash. The bone-men falling apart, and the scurryskitters making the walls hiss and bubble. Halpi much preferred his caves. Though little shiny.

He watched then, with awe in the gloom as the party wandered up to a shiny-box. Bright red and shiny-yellow, tall-folk make. The tall folk with the pointy ears gesturing at the box, before looking to others. More noisy butterflies.

One of the tall folk looked back towards Halpi, making him duck behind a rock. When he glanced back out, they had already moved on. The shiny-box untouched.

Until Halpi approached it. Tongue tracing lips, fingers waggling, the Bold could imagine the glitterglow inside. Tall folk maybe knew Halpi had followed, he reasoned. Approved of his smarts. This was talk folk gift to Halpi. Reward!

Pushing claw hands at shiny-box mouth, Halpi lifted with delight. Strong with delight, as it swung high with small effort.

The bold's hopeful eyes stared into the shiny-box, spying a lack of shiny, but an excess of slimy.

And teeth.

Shiny-box not meany to have teeth.

Or tongue! He squeaked as tongue, thick as Bold tail, and somehow even stronger, slid up. Slid out. Slid around!

Bold squeaked loud as fake-shiny tongue pulled him in. Squishy. Slimy. Like Takla soup, but not so chunky. Hotter too.

Squirming, and remembering slashypoke at his side, Hapli stabbed, slashed, watching with more squeaks as tongue and box-mouth bounced slashypoke back.

Maybe he needed rock tall folk rubbed on their slashyswooshes. Make shinier.

The walls squeezed in, and fake-shiny box creaked, closing and plunging into dark too deep for even Bold eyes to see in. Nothing but hot, chunkless Takla soup, squishing about. Until box somehow took slashypoke.

'Ptoo!' spit fake-shiny box, leaving slashypoke clattering on ground.

Bundled tight in box, Hapli could only squeak muffledly, shifted by flesh and heat.

Maybe tall folk open fake-shiny when come back.

Hopefully soon.

13/8/22

It was still such a bizarre job to pick up, no matter how many times the snow leopard had had his contract renewed each year. Below and before him the world spread out, its trees and sweeping hills like velvet, the roads and winding streams and rivers trailing lines on tapestry, with tiny jewel-like beads moving over them. Cars, of course.

All leading to his designated destination. And target. The natural hues of greens and browns ebbing into the speckled, the textured, the angular, the mirrored, the comparatively tall of the city, and its wide surrounds of suburbia. His eyes darted about this way and that, taking it all in.

He still had a number of questions about his job, particularly regarding the follow-up, but every time, he was jovially waved off. 'Don't you worry about that, we've got it all under control!' laughed the merry, striped fox behind his desk.

The pay wasn't bad, the massive figure mused as he moved, feeling slow for the ponderous sweep of each step, the low thoom of his footsteps that sank into the ground a ways. Like a super plush carpet, really.

Roads were the first. A casual step to isolate, a swipe of his toe in the ground for stubborn, shallow sand-stone, or diligently made highways.

Soon enough leaving him with the city there before him at his mercy.

Kneeling down, and feeling that familiar sink of so much each compressing beneath his titanic mass, He slowly licked his lips, leaning in slowly as he recalled the hesitancy of his first time.

But tongue to town, taste was a bizzare thing. And the texture was a curiously enticing one, as his tongue compressed over several city blocks, and dragging forward, as if working over the world's largest ice-cream (Which the feline might have used the image of to focus himself) he slurped in a rolling tidal wave, scooping streets and buildings in a tumbling, crumbling press, until he leaned up, and closing his maw about several city blocks, swallowed countless tons of former houses and shops down in a rolling gulp.

Admiring his handiwork, the snep traced a finger over the bare rock left in his wake, and adjusted side-ways to continue his task. The next slathering slurp smothering, collecting a solid suburb worth of homes, as his fingers dug deep trenches. A thick purr reverberated in his chest as he worked, swallowing hundreds, perhaps thousands more.

It wasn't his largest task yet. But he was certainly beginning to enjoy the roll.

And the roll of the remnants of the city, each time he dipped, and claimed another stretch of buildings. Great swallows begun being traced down his snowy throat, the tiny tumble of what felt like sand grains over his fur, when it could be a wall, or car, and the occasional times his eyes fixed on one soul, frozen in the midst of the remnants of the city. His next long, trailing slurp aimed straight for them, a show, a promise, an unabashedly greedy claim. The feline was certain he could feel them, the tiny souls when he fixed on them personally, struggling their way down to his belly.

Only a quarter of the way done, and he was still so keenly salivating.

Perhaps he would take a second city today, too.

14/8/22

Effortless. The rabbit hadn't broken a sweat, had barely had to wrangle him. From the casual drape of arms, and the steely glint of scarlet eyes, Teio's wry grin had assured the feline that he was right where he needed to be. ...Or would, in any case.

The lunge of a maw, the grip of a gullet, the roiling, ceaseless embrace of that steamy body about his own, claiming, and curling, compressing and casually coaxing the chee down into the snug, undulating embrace of his steamy gut proper.

But the buck hadn't been content to just stand around, to jostle the cat by hand and savour the plaintive mewls and moans. He'd swung a leg over the large beast of a motorbike, and leaned his weight easily against his catch, conforming him to the curve of the bike's fuel-tank.

'Fitting, no?' Teio's voice mused as he ground side to side, chuckling. 'Almost a perfect match, fuel in the tank. Now, you get good and cozy, chee'. We've got all night to enjoy the sights, the wind in our fur, the roar of the engine.'

Frosty's attempt to correct the notion of 'we' was promptly drowned out by the thundering rumble growling against him. The heavy reverberation making him groan in that that sauna-like heat, as the tensing walls continued casually basting him, slicking him over, keeping his trim and sleek frame so snugly bundled.

The world tilted, and the reverberations deepened as the buck guided his bike out. Slipping a little and sputtering at the thrumming through his form, able to hear, even if faintly, the thick burbling gurgles of the gut eagerly churning about him.

Whether it was Teio being accutely aware of when he needed to adjust his meal, or some universal prank that each turn seemed timed so perfectly to slide the chee this way and that, Frosty couldn't tell.

But he could certainly tell through the almost numbing haze of that bassy pressure battering against him, that the gut was working just as intended. Tingles, and a vague awareness of his own increasing softness a worry that continued budding, even as Teio's leaning weight squeezed tiny squeaks from him time and again.

The rabbit was true to his word, so far as enjoying the deepening evening. The rush of the cool air through his snowy fur and over his gravid middle. The twitches and struggles an exquisite delight, mingled with that soul-deep buzz of his bike engine growling against him. A ceaseless beast in its own right in aiding the Cheetah's digestion.

Cruising his way out onto a long stretch of high-way, the buck grinned as he relaxed, licking his lips as his occasional shifts and presses tested the feline burbling away beneath his jacket.

Softer, and softer, twitches all but indistinguishable from the rattling rumble. Surely soup, within a few minutes. Almost a shame how quickly they succumbed, so deep.

In a sense, it was effortless, really.

15/8/22

It gnawed at him like hunger, the pull. Each step through the forest familiar, eyes roaming this way and that among great and ancient boughs, nameless, faceless, and yet in some way, the moogle knew them.

Hooked behind his navel, and tugging incessantly, a silent call bid him ever deeper. Where the sunlight grew sparce, and the shadows grew long, until the wide steps of the ancient fortress welcomed him before the gaping maw that was the entrance of his destination.

Tsumi's fingers brushed vaguely along the brassy-hued walls as the light of his pom-pom, eased from a modest blue, to an eerie unlight. A white that was not, and was more than the sum of all colours. It made his spine tingle, and his trim stomach gurgle in a most un-mooglish way.

His sneaker steps continued on, through the main hall, to the great crystal-ceiling'd chamber deep within. The streaks and veins of similar blue stone pulsing softly with a sourceless energy, all of which he felt, as though it were the blood in his own veins that thrummed.

He nearly stumbled at the pull within, groaning gingerly and mounting aged steps before him, that brought him beneath that crystalline display above. An awkward confusion budding within him as he stood in the peaceful silence of that shrine, aware of the life, and the power about him, formless, immense, unknown-

'There you are.' intoned a deep and rich voice, spinning the short moogle about with shock.

At first, a wall of navy-edged silver, gleaming, shimmering, like fur. ..No, it -was- fur. The pink form's eyes lifted, following the trim abdominals up the torso, the neck, the face of a wolf. With gold-sclera'd eyes, pupils glowing with that unlight to match the moogle's pom.

Awareness broke over Tsumi's mind. He dropped to one knee with a bow, wings fluttering before the god of that place. A universal force of hunger.

'Lord Fenrir, kupo..!' Tsumi gasped meekly, earning a rich chuckle.

'Rise, little one. You know you need not bow, when your duty awaits, and you answer its call so readily.' rumbled the tall wolf, looking the moogle over. A playful incline of his head made the mog blush, and start slipping from his clothing. 'Thus leaving only the question of choice, my little strawberry.' Fenrir slathered his lips with approval at the sleek pink frame before him. 'How?'

Tsumi's eyes lifted, to take in the wolf, the gold-trimmed loincloth hanging low between the deity's legs obscuring an option. The sway of a well groomed tail behind Fenrir suggesting another. But he knew, and he was certain that the god did too.

'You.. kupipo.. you called me through hunger, M'lord. That is, how I will serve you, kupo.'

Fenrir's face split in a broad grin as he nodded. The moogle rising to his feet before him, welcoming the broad hands scooping up beneath his arms and lifting the small form up overhead. Those warm eyes admiring the fervent blush on the moogle's face as his maw spread, and welcomed the snackrifice's feet into the slick and infinite blue of his maw.

Tongue lavishing over supple-sweet soles, Fenrir's lips closed about Tsumi's ankles gently, as he suckled with casual delight on the sweet tastes of his priest. Rich rivulets of warm saliva pooling, and drizzling away at the incline of the great wolf's head, lifted with the smaller form in his hold, almost like some perverse Grecian sculpture, poised forever in an embrace of indulgence, delight, lust and greed.

Greed, that won out as the god groaned low about his meal, and lowered Tsumi deeper. Relaxing his gullet to let those feet and slim legs sluice down his gullet. The moogle could only squeak, eyes fluttering at the embrace. So thick, so heavy, so impossible to withdraw from. Little though he wanted to. This was what he was called for. It was why he was always called here. It was why he always answered that call, this time, with a tremulous moan as Fenrir's tongue lavished the back of his calves, and cupped beneath his hips like a seat.

One large hand supported his back, as the other traced fingers over the moogle's face. Gently grasping at that hand, the moogle nuzzled against fingers and palms, kissing, doting fondly as he was claimed inevitably deeper.

Wave after rolling wave of muscle grasped at him, drawing with incessant hunger. With ravenous need. With a need that could not, would not ever be sated. Tsumi knew well he was only ever a grain of sand upon a beach, that the enroaching tide of Fenrir's hunger ceaselessly claimed at day by day, but a grain of sand that the wolf called to personally, and held with such affection as his jaws crawled, cresting his torso, framing his head.

Within the slick and pillowy embrace of that maw, and the ceaseless sea of churning flesh that gripped at the rest of him, Tsumi could feel Fenrir stroking at the bulge of him through his throat. Feel those fingers slipping free of his hands, sense the fading of the world, the cool air of that ancient shrine barred beyond perfect teeth, and the steamy air of that maw.

Moments stretched for eternity. Awareness that forever waited but feet below him.

And it came in one rolling swallow that compacted him deep.

Fenrir panted gently with indulgent delight as his trim abdominals scarcely swelled. His hands welcoming the faint shape of his acolyte where he ever belonged. Stroking gently, feeling the immediate awareness of food coaxing his stomach to action. And all the while, the pink form moaned keenly, wanting that slick embrace, exulting in the trace of molten silk that ebbed him from form to energy, that hunger that gnawed at him, pulling him apart to nourish the god of that place.