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Ant Eaten

Their expedition had trekked through much of the impenetrable rain-forest, finding new discoveries both useful and curious to forward human progress in the world. Munich had signed on as a field artist, since the materials needed for photography would be too fragile and cumbersome for such a venture. The forests were vast and plentiful, full of new animals and plants as vibrant as they were foreign to him.

They had set up a forward camp a few days ago and had been scouring the surrounding area to find marvels that the civilized world had only dreamed of. Today the party was going to an odd lagoon that the professor theorized was the beginning of the very large river that they have forded weeks ago. Munich had already seen and sketched the site, and so he split off from the party an hour out near one of those wonderful flowering trees.

It would take the expedition roughly two hours to find what could be found, and then an hour to get back here. There were not many large predators about anyways, and he always kept his military revolver with him just in case. Nature stood little chance against scientific progress.

Immediately, he fished out his sketch pad and charcoal. There were so many different kinds of flowers to catalog: Tiny red boughs that shone like rubies, plump succulent purple petals that gleamed with moisture, and even a sickly smelling whitish orange one that was well over a yard in diameter. He lost himself in his work, taking in all that he could and recording it to bring back to civilization.

As the sun poured through the leafy canopy and he wiped the sweat from his brow he flicked out his brass pocket watch, realizing that two hours had already passed. Smiling to himself, he walked into the small clearing next to the trees he was studying. There was a perfect mound of earth there, almost formed as if it were designed for a weary explorer to have a seat on.

He sat with a thud and began to fish his water out of his pack, uncorking his canteen with relish before slapping his elbow with a shout. There were various biting and stinging flies about the forest, one of them must have buzzed in without his notice. A yelp of pain escaped his lips as another vicious sting burned into his rump.

Standing up and slapping himself wildly, Munich realized his mistake amid myriad of maddening bites. Ants. Hundreds of them, crawling all over him, working their way under his khakis and clamping down on his soft flesh, red and black bodies scuttling mechanically. Desperate, he grabbed at the latest one to latch on to his thigh and pulled. The soft exoskeleton of the ant crushed between his fingers, but the black head remained, gnawing on him as if in spite.

Soon it was all he could do to roll along the ground, tearing off his ant infested clothes and trying to get the merciless insects off of him, mind turning to his gun but grimly realizing how useless it would be. His screaming and rolling seemed to bring no relief though, as he ripped off his clothes to get at the ants, more just seemed to crawl onto him. His nails dug bloody gashes into his own skin trying to scrape off the waves of welt raising bites.

Suddenly, a warm and then cool sensation. So fast it almost seemed illusory. Then another, bringing with it an amazing relief. Thanking god and groaning, as the fear of being slowly eaten by ravenous ants diminished, he rolled over to see the flickering tongue of his bizarre savior.

The animal looked somewhat like an elongated dog. its long slender head gazed at him with passive eyes as its tongue darted all over his body, sweeping up ants with every stroke almost faster than his terrified eyes could follow. Where the sticky tongue slipped, the pain vanished, almost as if a soothing balm were applied.

Its long coarse fur was an amalgamation of grays and browns with a vivid black stripe running back across the strange animal's bulky shoulders. He originally mistook the gigantic tail for a longer stocky midsection, but it was indeed a long waving limb with stiff bristly hair that waved behind the beast energetically like a flag. He winced in pain as an ant found his back, and rolled onto his side to let the stocky long nosed beast at it.

The delightfully soothing tongue flicked up, moving across every scuttling bastard on his back. The animal sported a set of massive claws, but oddly tucked them under its paws, giving it a slightly pigeon-toed look as it walked on its knuckles. Snuffling loudly, the beast's long muzzle sifted through his hair, lighting quick pink slip brushing his scalp and yanking the unsuspecting ants to its unusual mouth.

There was a brief pause as the snuffling became louder before the long tongue darted deafeningly into his ear with a sloppy slurp. He was about to shake his head to dislodge the sticky intruder when a wave of inexplicable euphoria passed over him. His eyes widened as he relaxed suddenly. There were still a few ants on him, but he knew they'd be dealt with. It was almost like feeling slightly tipsy he mused as the beast's tongue flicked out of his ear, leaving with it with a sheen of cold sticky spittle.

The man was suspended in an odd haze of ecstasy as the long head panted down his body and slurped up the ants on his calves, snapping up the painful one lodged between his toes with a wriggling relish. Methodically, the tongue lapped up higher and higher, past his knees, nabbing the still gnawing ant head that he had left without even a hint of pain.

After his legs were devoid of ants and covered in an oddly musky saliva, the beast snapped a few stray ones off of his exposed buttocks, but there was one that it was missing, trying to crawl between his clenched cheeks. He relaxed and spread himself and the tongue quickly zipped in, snapping up the ant and making him gasp. Nothing should feel as good as that soft stimulating tongue did. Munich wanted to be ashamed, embarrassed, but all he felt was the kindling of a rising lust in him. The sticky haze in his mind just made him feel so good though, as the long face snuffed around his bared ass.

He yelped in surprised delight as the clever tongue darted into his exposed anus, leaving as fast as it came. The pink ring of muscle barely had time to twitch before the long thin tongue shot back in, just slipping past his quivering entrance before darting out, and in, again and again. His teeth ground together as his body was delighted in such a way he had never even considered. His entire form shuddered at every slick lap, smooth sliding in, tingly rough slipping out.

The sensation intensified as the flickering tongue probed deeper, and he closed his eyes and moaned at the unusual pleasure. There was another new sensation, a crackling pop from his lower back, and a tugging, insistent and firm. With great relish the cool tongue slid out of him an wrapped around him somehow, pulling firmly, sliding slightly with sticky saliva as an increasingly animal scent hung in the air.

Whipping around his head, Munich saw the anteater's tail bobbing about, but it was smaller, yet growing? He could feel it, every twitching wag as it grew, long coarse hairs fanning out with a prickling sensation into a variegated earth patterns. With a start he realized that the tail with the loving tongue wrapped around it was not the beast's, it was his own. His anal muscles clenched as he gave it an experimental swoosh.

This wasn't that odd. . . The hair would keep the ants away. Such idle thoughts flowed through his mind as the slim headed beast padded around behind him. The bushy tail was oddly easy to understand; wag one way or the other, it did seem oddly in contrast with his own pink ant-bitten flesh though.

With a surprising change of tactics, the long fleshy tongue of the anteater dragged over his upper thigh. Gone were the lightning fast flicks, replaced by a sensuous lapping that pulled his tight skin along with it as over a foot long length of sticky tongue scraped along with maddening intensity. The man groaned as his senses lit up, prickling sensation returning as waves of dusky brown fur followed. His skin thickened, and loosened, becoming impervious to all but the fiercest of ants as his thighs clenched and shuddered, shortening with every lick.

As the tongue descended, it flickered briefly, zotting out with impossible speed, so many times in a single second, peppering his thick brownish fur with cute spots of gray before lowering to the back of his knees. The joint gained bulk and strength, becoming comfortable as it bent under him while the anteater's attention drifted to his still human calves, the fur following the soft and slickly sticky tongue gradated into lighter gray. The flickering and teasing pink length wrapped around his ankle, grasping it, snaking around as the callouses vanished, dissolving into a taut joint; animal, strong, forcing the balls of his feet to the ground.

The fleshy intruder flickered between his toes as they swelled, gaining thick brown pads, nails thickening into dark claws that dug into the ground, tensing with new found power. He felt correct, on all fours, musky scent becoming more and more enticing as his other foot followed and he stood there panting; eyes open but unable to see past the building pleasure withing him, broad brush of a tail swishing with every perfect sliding lap.

There was another pause as the beast shifted about behind him, raising up its stretched head to sniff about his backside, bellow his taut animal anus that stretched as his tail shifted about. The delightful tongue pressed into the soft flesh of his scrotum, making a shiver rise up the man's back as his balls tightened at the contact. Writhing expertly, the tongue wrapped around one of his testes, tugging lightly while Munich gasped at the sensitive contact.

In a salvo if quick licks and laps the tongue ravished his balls while they clenched and his sack began to pull in tighter and tighter, gaining a light frosting of black fuzz as they were pulled almost into him, leaving a pair of tight bulges, testes nestled in new taut flesh, held tight against him. His member began to throb in time with his beating heart, bobbing below him with every jerking pleasured motion of his hips. And yet the tongue did not stop its passionate tirade of licking, moving up between his new, sensitive testes and his tight anus.

Each slavering lick pressed harder than the last, and the man felt them with increasing intensity, as if his flesh was feeling more and more of the tongue with each scraping drag. Munich's flesh grew so sensitive, covered in a coat of short soft fur save for a thin pink stripe that was lapped and licked at, teased mercilessly. Holding his breath, he felt a new sensation, the tongue seemed to slide not across his flesh but into it, it was maddening, making him feel good in a way he had never considered possible.

Straining lips blossomed under the teasing tongue, beginning to seep a clear fluid that the anteater lapped up like honey dew. As the tongue rapped out against the top of the forming slit, a sensitive nub of flesh sprouted, twitching, pink, and wildly sensitive, making the man shutter as it formed fully, crowning his new feminine cleft. The tongue then slid into him, slipping out and thrusting back inside of him, deeper and deeper with every passionate thrust. The man's hands clenched the dry ground underneath him, ants defeated, retreating back into their mound, completely forgotten as he felt so vividly something lapping around, inside of him; creating as it explored, wriggling in an amazing rhythm.

His fleshy pink lips began to contract, pulling the slick tongue deeper into him, seeping a spicy musk as his breath caught ragged in his throat from the raw sensation. Finally with a tear jerking shove, the tongue hit home inside of the man, hitting something that elated him, making him scream out in animal lust before the clever intruder slid out slowly, brushing up past his new clitoris as it dragged itself out of his clenching hot confines.

Immediately, he missed the flickering presence within him, feeling oddly empty as the creature knuckled its way in front of him, beady eyes seeming less passive, but rather oddly delighted in a mischievous way. The eater of ants pushed itself up onto its stocky hind legs, almost as if presenting itself in front of him, balancing with the aid of its strong tail. its front paws with finger length bleached claws held out in a welcoming manner. He could see the whole beast, long tongue flickering out over its two teats, just next to its arm pits; the soft bristly fur of its belly, and the throbbing fleshy purple rod that must be its member?

It was a bizarre example of anatomy. A turgid base rose from its animal sheath, a wide knot of taut dark pink, bulging member rising up curling in a slightly prehensile manner. But, near the top, the bizarre cock's head fanned out into a floret of sorts, four distinct red openings all twitching as the man could not pull his eyes away. Munich knew that he should be revolted, or at least ashamed, but all he could think of was how sensitive it must be, each head throbbing, needing release.

The man pushed himself unsteadily up onto his new legs, feeling his toe claws dig into the ground as his newly formed tail pressed out to brace himself. He was almost magnetically attracted, waddling awkwardly forward into a musky embrace, long faced beast pulling inward with strong arms, fuzzy hair tickling his bare skin. The smell reminded him of powdered milk and autumn leaves as the long nose huffed in his face and the strong clawed arms pulled him closer into a passionate embrace, their disparate members pressed together with incredible heat.

As the claws scraped over his spine, a ridge of black fur rose, spreading up and down as the tickling claws sifted through it. His belly rubbed against the softer fur of his companion as he sprouted his own, soft brown under-fur blossoming. The sensations intensified as they embraced, rubbing together with maddening friction. His penis felt so warm as it rubbed against the alien member, he could feel it pulse and writhe bigger, almost like it was trying to wrap around his own. The four heads began to leak a clear fluid, smearing copious amounts over his cock as they pulled each other tighter.

The beast's strong arms tightened and he felt his own arms start to swell with muscle as claws clung tightly to his shoulders. Fur grew in on his biceps, a black stripe connecting to the fur prickling in on his back, fading to a creamy egg-shell color as it passed his elbows, which cracked as they pulled into a quadrupedal alignment.

Snuffling in-between their chests, the anteater lapped at the man's exposed nipples, flicking them until they were hard and then letting its mouth suckle briefly on them as the skin darkened, swelling larger and much more sensitive. Groaning the man watched in fascination as the long snout sucked fiercely while pulling up and to the side. It was painful for a split second before his flesh began to warp, nipple being pulled into its proper place so that any offspring on his back could reach them. His mammaries swelled slightly as the tongue lapped acrossed them, forming pert animal mounds that mashed against the musky beast's own in a mind shattering grind.

Newly cleft vagina still oozing clear pleasure his member was on fire as it became coated in slick and sticky pre, mashed against the soft skin of the flesh that writhed next to and around it. The anteater pushed his drawn out muzzle between their soft animal teats and its tongue flicked out to its full length, sliding down far enough to slip all the way down from the head to the base of the man's throbbing shaft, eliciting a groan of approval.

The tongue flicked at the member a few teasing times before extending out and teasing the tip, pulling it tightly against the animal's own throbbing manhood. Gushing sweet musky fluid made each rubbing rocking motion between them glide into a frictionless euphoric wonderland while his member darkened to a deeper purplish fleshy shade.

He felt the long tongue sliding past the growing fuzz of his belly as it teased around the tip of his cock, running its slippery thin end across the tight slit there. It poised above his penis before pressing down, into him ever so slightly, the feeling was amazing, being stretched so wide in such an passionate way. The tongue pulsed, drawing back and slipping further pushing his cock slit wider before it began to lap across it fervently.

Gritting his teeth he felt his cock-head begin to swell, bulging as the flesh fanned out, becoming maddeningly sensitive. His cock throbbed at the lapping of the thin tongue, every stroke seeming to multiply the pleasure as his slit puffed up. Screaming with bliss, he felt his slit pulled apart into two distinct openings, each a distinct and vibrant red, throbbing needfully as the tongue had to divide its attention amongst them. His member began to twist as it gained girth. When he tensed up he could feel it move, pulling one way or the other against the other beautiful member grinding against it.

Waves of black and brown fur subsumed his chest and back as his abdomen barreled out into a strong and bestial shape. The man's arms tensed as the changes flowed down his arms and his fingers began to condense, becoming short and stubby. He felt a tightness build as his nails pushed out into massive white claws that he used to comb through the hair on the beast's back lovingly. His knuckles hardened, growing tough pads for him to walk on, and giving his new digits a strange dexterity.

Tight testes beginning to thrum with every slap of their cocks, the tongue wrapped around the now bifurcated head of his penis, causing paroxysms of shuttering bliss to shoot through him. A thick animal sheath formed at the base of his turgid member, and the tongue flickered down to lap into it, teasing the base as it swelled thicker and thicker, pushing the member out longer as well, thick base stretching the pliant sheath. He could feel his new belly fur rub against the tight new base of his penis; so sensitive, such an amazing new feeling.

The tongue scraped across the bulbous knot as it returned to his pulsing head, flickering around the two quivering openings on his new cock-head. It drilled into them, making him whine out in bizarre lust as the two sides became even more swollen, redness spreading as the tongue flickered into and across them faster than his mind could process. The sensations increased, not simply multiplied, but rocketed into a whole new realm of pleasure as his two openings split again, leaving him with a half-circle of four pulsing circular orifices, two facing forwards and two off to the sides, all pulsing needfully. He rubbed against the other animal's member as his own swelled into a matching girth and length as their sinuous lengths began to entwine around eachother's slick and pulsing need.

All too soon he felt the strong arms unclench from around him, and they both fell to all fours, nipples grinding, cocks sliding away from each other with a final jolt of pleasure, leaving him panting, needy. It felt strange to rest all his weight upon his knuckles, claws tucked under and behind his paws. He thought about his new body, swishing fan like tail, bristles of perfect fur, gray and brown with a black slash back across his shoulders. His stocky arms and legs felt correct under him, while his pulsing vagina, tense balls, and throbbing slowly twisting cock still demanded more.

He was almost surprised when the long head sniffed around his face, tongue flickering across his cheeks. His eyes crossed as the sly beast flicked his tongue up his nostrils, one after the other, pushing into his sinuses as his nose began to flatten. Suddenly, the scent in the air became mind bogglingly more potent, a seductive blend of masculine and feminine musk that made his mouth water.

Soon, the anteater's muzzle rested against his lips while short light brown fuzz began to sprout from his face. He opened his mouth wide enough to let the glorious tongue in, and it snapped inside, darting in and out before pushing forwards down his throat with a sensuous shove that made his eyes water. The odd texture of the tongue, smooth going in, rough pulling out, was more apparent over his own soft tongue that began to pulse wildly.

As the long lapping slip of flesh pulled out of him, it seemed to draw his face with it, tugging insistently, his skull pulling out like clay. Each lick sliding in and grinding out was maddening as his face grew haltingly forward in a pleasured stretch. His own tongue condensed, human width rolling into a longer, more slender, and infinitely more finessed organ that slowly caught up to the muzzle pushing out into his vision.

The world faded slightly as his eyes darkened, becoming a deep black as his nose took on a leathery texture and the world was painted with a palate of new scents. He could smell the moist forest scent around him, and the tangy acrid scent of the mound of ants; delicious. His tongue was becoming so mobile, more so than any jointed appendage could hope to be. He pressed it forwards as it began to lengthen, into the hot tunnel of the other beast's long mouth.

It was slick and clenching, barely enough room to fit the two tongues in there as they slipped past each other electrically. He could feel all of the extra cavernous space in his own maw disappearing as his teeth shrank back, pulled into pink gummy flesh as his face was drawn out further and further. The man felt the sides of his new throat and mouth contracting around the tongue that flickered beside his own, just as the walls of the anteater's mouth and throat quivered around him.

His lips became leathery and brown, grasping at the equally soft lips of the animal in front of him. The world distorted slightly as his eyes moved to either side of his pointed muzzle, but he barely noticed as his tongue pushed deeper and deeper into his musky lover's mouth. Stretching forward into the impossibly long, but oh so correct shape, his head ground to a halt as his tongue grew longer, more sinuous, taste becoming more sensitive as it pushed further in to the fleshy inside of the other's snout.

And then, almost abruptly, the other anteater pulled back, long tongue sliding over the full length of his own which hung dangling like a snake from his small mouth, wriggling in the cold seeming air at the end of his long slender muzzle. He slurped his tongue back inside of his new face as his companion flickered around his ears while they pulled up into fuzzy rounded positions atop his head. The tongue even darted into one, a flickering memory that seemed so long ago.

He stuck out out his tongue experimentally, loving the control and heft of it as the anteater rubbed against him, pressing their flanks together as it circled him. With a bump, it gently toppled him onto his side, revealing the man's member, still pulsing, four odd circular heads flared in need, his feminine cleft clenching every time it twisted almost of its own accord. The beast lay down beside him, its head between his legs as it huffed and sniffed, the writhing package of its tight balls, turgid member, and wet female folds presented right near his new muzzle, as he inhaled greedily.

He felt the anteater's claws latch onto his haunches, pulling its head into to lick at his slick pussy, lapping over the folds, teasing the clit before pausing, wriggling its hindquarters as if to encourage him to follow. The provocation was unnecessary, and the man tilted his head up, letting his long thing tongue dart out and taste the feminine cleft in front of his long and furry face. The taste was sweet, coating his tongue and subsuming his senses, a dark rich flavor that complimented the musky smell.

They wriggled together as the tongue parted the man's folds gently, sweeping up as they clenched behind it, his clit quivering at the teasing. Letting his own tongue stiffen, the man slid into the vagina in front of him, that squeezed around him, tugging his sticky tongue deeper past the inner walls that pulsed and contracted rhythmically. The penis above the slit twisted futilely under his chin and he could feel his own rub past soft hair as it twitched and writhed.

With a mutual shove, they both sank their tongues deeply into each other, pussies contracting in sparks of pleasure around their perfect tongues that teased their insides with drawn out thrusts and teasing flickering. The anteater was more experienced than the man, but inexperience was soon negated as he managed to feel and copy while both of their their clefts pulsed and oozed out sweet liquid.

Before he could seek true release, the anteater quickly switched tactics, running his tongue up the man's quivering length, teasing the swollen head's multiple openings as they flared in bliss. The man wasted no time in following the change in the game, running his tongue up from the tight, musky testes all the way up the pinkish member; letting it wrap around his tongue as he coiled around it, causing it to leak out a clear gel, musky, masculine, and so enticing.

With a quick huffing pant, the anteater wrapped its tight long muzzle around his shaft, engulfing it in clenching tightness as his tongue slapped the head, poking every opening individually, making the man wheeze in pleasure, before he opened his thin maw wide and took the whole wriggling member into his gullet, letting his tongue slide across the multifaceted head. The member wriggled against his soft gums, and he ran into the bulge at the base of the pole, too large to take in, soft enough to stretch his lips wider as he pulled his neck in harder, closing his eyes as they teased and suckled at each other in a spiral of ecstasy.

He was so close, bucking his hips as he felt his balls begin to clench, before the great beast slipped its head back with a lusty pop and gave his balls a teasing flick of its tongue. The man pulled off the writhing member, feeling it slide out as he ground himself to his feet. He needed. Needed to fill someone, to be filled; it did not matter. He'd do whatever it would take to achieve that unreachable pinnacle of pleasure. His long tongue lolled out as his mind sifted through the building pleasure while the anteater circled around behind him.

This was the calm before the storm, he felt every part of his transformed body vividly, new sensations mixing in perfect acuity as a long snout made a satisfied sniff behind his exposed rear. Clawed arms grabbed his waist as he felt the weight of the beast bear down and it pulled itself up onto him. Giddy with anticipation, the man shifted his bushy tail, planted his feet, and lowered his shoulders slightly, making sure that everything was perfect as the anteater began to buck its hips.

The purpleish member was tickled by the bristly fur of his tail, individual red circular orifices widening as the cock poked the back of the lusty man under it. The multifaceted tip brushed past his anus, making the man clench, tail shuffling as the member slid down too far past his tight and churning testes, painting them with multiple trails of musty male essence. The man's waiting vagina throbbed as the bulbous member brushed hotly past his lips that trembled at the faint contact, demanding more.

Arms shifting lower, the Anteater lined its cock up and thrust forward with his hips, pressing just in to the slick warm petals of the man's female sex, feeling the warm clenching orifice contract as its member twisted and the animal drew back. With a deeper thrust its head sunk into the clenching confines of the man's sex, huffing in pleasure as the new anteater's tongue lapped into the air in insatiable pleasure. The man's own penis bobbed and flared under him, sending a jolt of bliss through him whenever it brushed against his shaggy coat.

With a single heave, the beast pulled itself higher up on his back, sinking in further as the man felt the cock writhe and his insides undulate, pulling it in further with every thrust. Soon a sniffing huffing muzzle was behind his ears, and a long sticky tongue lapped wildly against the back of his shaggy neck. He rocked back into the thrusting hips as the exotic penis was shoved in, a little further every time, spreading him wider and deeper.

He let out an odd animal below of pleasure as he felt the thick base of the vivid member begin to stretch his outer lips apart, slickness coating it, making it slide in and out, parting his lips effortlessly as the bulbous head lodged deep inside him scraped across something wonderful. The soft base crashed into his clit over and over, making him close his eyes to process the intense sensation. The elder anteater bent its long snout down along its wonderful mate's side, hips still thrusting into him with increasing animal passion. The beast's muzzle sniffed, taking in the deep scent of heated lust, and its tricky tongue slid out carefully, licking up, teasing the pulsing testes pulled tight against the man's soft body.

The tongue slipped up as the pair rocked wildly, the member seeming to swell larger inside of the man's clenching passage, every throbbing ridge felt with maddening acuity. The crafty tongue underneath him slid along the base of his member, along where it stretched the skin of his fuzzy sheath, darting in to tickle the soft fuzzy flesh as the man grunted, penis throbbing, arcing up at full attention beads of pre forming at each of his four tips.

Pulsing, the man quivered spasmodically, building up, something was coming and the once man rocked himself into it with feckless abandon, tongue lolling out swinging around with their rough motions. The tongue below him traced up his member that bobbed and bounced, twisting to the sides as if trying to grasp the slippery flesh that caressed it. His testes clenched and began to squeeze, building up with an unstoppable pressure.

Rumbling deep in its chest, the beast made one final lunge into him before switching his strategy to small, violent rocking shoves. The man inhaled as his inner walls began a cavalcade of uncontrollable, gut-wrenching contractions, and he felt the head of the cock lodged deep inside of him shift somehow, locking into something that made him gasp breathlessly at the perfect contact as the member started jerking wildly as well.

The tongue below him gave up all pretenses of subtlety and wrapped around the tip of his aching member, squeezing and running over the tips. The man's beady eyes widened as he felt the hot member within him fire out waves of warmth, hot seed running through his insides with every fervent, jerking thrust. His own member bent up, ached in bliss as the skin pulled to the side, two of the heads clenching shut as the others flared out, pulled to attention as his body squeezed, all the way from his anus to the tip of his tongue, and he began to shoot out twin streams of musky cum that slapped onto the ground below him, body shaking with every miraculous wave of sweet release.

The orgasm was seemingly endless, their bodies clenched tightly as every jerking clench of muscles sent reverberations through them that only echoed louder and louder. The throbbing, twisting member inside of him pushed in more and more perfect essence that his pussy clenched an milked from its two turgid openings. The tongue below him didn't stop, beginning to flicker wildly, darting in and out amid pleasured spurts of seed, tasting the perfection of his mate's form as the cock pulled up in longer and harder throbs of pleasure.

All too soon they were both spent, and the anteater slid out of the man, exhausted penis sliding out as it began to retract into his sheath. The forest smelled of musky animal love, and the two lovers nuzzled each other, eyeballing the hitherto ignored ant-mound.

All that activity had made them work up an awful appetite.

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Professor's Log - March 5th -

While coming back from the natural spring today we found the clothes of our sketch artist strewn bloodlessly across the forest floor; possibly he has caught the tropical delirium? Whilst the party set out to search for him I saw an unusual sight. Two long nosed animals, somewhat like lumbering bear-dogs with hugely drawn out muzzles were digging into an ant-mound using their vicious looking 4 to 5 inch long claws. It seems they use their long tongues to snatch up and devour the ants! What an intriguing animal.

As they walked away from me, having finished their bizarre meal, one of them seemed to look back with what I can only describe as a smile on its face before it trotted away with an awkward, yet jaunty gait.

I do hope they find the artist. Otherwise experiences such as this may be lost on the world at large!