The Hangover Remedy
This story contains watersports, cockvore and digestion of a semi-nonconsensual furry critter into sexual fluids. I am not a vore author, please do not follow me for more vore stories. This is a birthday gift for a friend. That said, if you like it, fave rate and comment! If you don't, use the keyword blocker ^.^
The Hangover Remedy
Featuring FA: Strawberrymog
by Mog Moogle
It was still total darkness mixed with disoriented spinning as his paw brushed against a glass bottle that clattered away on the floor. Cracking his eyes open with a groan, the light pouring in the living room windows where he'd fallen to the floor the previous night assaulted him. It was a pounding headache, spinning room, achy muscles and a dry mouth with none of the euphoria the contents of the empty bottle provided. Mog was hungover.
Rubbing his head as he rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling, the moogle tried to gather his thoughts. He wished he could say it was as blurry as the spinning room around him, but he'd never blacked out from being drunk. He could remember in vivid detail all of the silly things he did as his liver futilely attempted to stay ahead of the intake of high proof alcohol. He heard footsteps approaching and then saw a pink furred moogle lean over him and look down at him with an amused smile.
"Morning, Mogfluff," Tsumi beamed and then giggled. "Sleep well?"
"What time is it?" Mog groaned.
"A lil' after ten."
"Ten? Ugh ..." Mog rolled over onto his stomach and tried to stand up. Tsumi bent over and took his arm in his paws and helped him to his feet. When he was sufficiently standing on his own, the pink moogle let go of him and stepped back.
"You drank a lot, kupo."
"Nah, not really," Mog said as he looked at the empty 750ml bottle of whiskey on the floor. "It was only half full."
"Do you remember trying to swing from the ceiling fan?"
"Unfortunately," Mog replied as he rubbed the bridge of his muzzle. "Ugh. This cotton mouth is terrible."
"Well~" Tsumi giggled then grabbed the zipper on the fly of his pants and pulled it down.
Mog chuckled as he watched the pink moogle fish his sheath and furry sack out of his briefs and jeans fly. He looked up at Tsumi's face and noticed a coy smile. Mog looked back down as Tsumi squeezed the opening of his sheath and the tip of the pink mog's member slid out. He looked up at his face again and asked, "You're serious?"
Tsumi wagged his exposed moogle bits at Mog. Mog lowered himself to his knees and eased closer to to the pink moogle. He thought to himself that sucking on the moogle's cock was going to be difficult with such a dry mouth, but wasn't all that opposed to the idea. He looked up at Tsumi as he put his lips around the flared glans and noticed that the pink moogle leaned his head back and grunted softly.
Mog was very suddenly made aware that a quick suck wasn't what the other moogle had in mind. With a sigh of relief from the standing moogle in front of him, his tongue was suddenly sprayed with a salty stream of urine. Mog gulped and swallowed in surprise as the warm liquid began to fill his mouth. His eyes were wide as the alkaline mix of yellow liquid continued to pour into him.
With the first mouthful already down and the taste surprisingly tolerable, Mog decided not to let the urine spill out of his mouth and stain the floor underneath him. After all, his host probably wouldn't appreciate it getting on his carpet and he was generous enough to offer help in the first place.
Mog moved his paws up the back of Tsumi's thighs and to his rear to hold himself steady. He could feel the moogle's tail wiggle as the stream began to subside after his fourth swallow. Tsumi looked down at him and grinned before licking his lips.
"Now that we've got your mouth rinsed out," Tsumi paused as he tensed his muscles to squeeze out the last of what was in his bladder, "we can help get that back in." Tsumi's member pulsed in Mog's mouth as flaccid was being replaced with an erection.
Mog wasn't sure what Tsumi was talking about, but a hard cock in his mouth was an indication that he should begin working on making it happy. He slurped the underside of Tsumi's length and bobbed his head back and forth. Tsumi gripped his ears and rubbed them softly with a moan. Before too long, the pink moogle was bucking his hips against Mog's muzzle.
Mog enjoyed the taste as it began to shift from the musky urine to flesh and pre. He moaned around Tsumi's maleness which caused him to shudder and squeeze Mog's ears. He intensified his efforts as the moogle he was sucking began leaking more and more pre. Mog almost couldn't believe how the taste of it seemed accented and enhanced by the urine it was beginning to cover. The sheer volume of it was beginning to overwhelm him though. Within a few slurps and suckles there was enough to swallow a mouthful.
Mog giggled a little at the fact his efforts were being rewarded so generously. He'd completely forgotten about his hangover and the symptoms of it were masked with lust. Sensing that the pink moolge was drawing closer to orgasm, he increased his efforts to push Tsumi over the edge. He felt the pink moogle's muscles tighten and his member swell.
Before Tsumi was brought to orgasm, Mog felt the cock between his lips pulse and swell again, and again. It was nearly three times the girth it was originally and Mog had to pull his head back, coughing as pre leaked from around his lips and all over the his muzzle. After he caught his breath, he looked up at Tsumi just as the pink mog's paw wrapped around his muzzle and held his mouth shut.
Tsumi thrust his hips forward and the tip of his cock pressed against Mog's muzzle. The slit widened around the pre soaked fur and Mog's nose and lips were engulfed. Mog exclaimed a muffled surprise as Tsumi moved his paws behind his head and pushed him deeper while thrusting his hips forward. Mog put his paws on Tsumi's thighs and tried to push away, but the alcohol fatigued muscles in his arms were no match, and he was soon eye-to-tip with Tsumi's cock.
"Mmmnh!" Tsumi moaned as his shaft expanded around Mog's muzzle. "Oh yeah~! So good, kupo."
Mog didn't agree totally with the pink moogle's assessment of the sensations as more pre coated his face. He closed his eyes as the tip of his member covered him up to his antenna and bent it back flat against the tuft of his headfur. Tsumi kept pulling him in while pushing his cock forward. With another pull from his paws on the back of his head, the pom slipped inside and Mog's head disappeared to his neck.
The form of Mog's head was visible in bulges around Tsumi's shaft. He still pushed against Tsumi's thighs and tried to pull his head free, but the squirming excited Tsumi and caused more of the lubricating pre to slide around Mog's head and spill out onto his shoulders. It was getting even easier to take him deeper inside.
Mog could taste the mix of pre and piss inside Tsumi's shaft when he opened his muzzle and tried to call out. He felt his arms being restricted as the slick passage began to slide over his shoulders. He pushed one final time with his arms which seemed to do nothing but make Tsumi swallow him even faster. When he felt the tip bump against the top of his wings, he had an inspiration.
Mog spread his wings out and beat them hard against the air. He could hear and feel Tsumi moan at the added struggle and it was confirmed that he was enjoying it when Mog was met with even more pre splashing against him. He continued to flap his wings until fatigue caught up with him and the pace slowed. It seemed like he made no progress in freeing himself and only spurring the predatory moogle on.
He felt Tsumi's paws take hold of the forearm of his wings. They were folded down and Mog slipped deeper into Tsumi's depths. He felt head starting to curve in the passage until it came to rest against the inside of the pink moogle's sack. The predator consuming him shifted and moved until Mog felt him come to rest in a sitting position.
There was a sudden jerk on his lower body as it shifted skyward and began to slide down again. Mog's arms slipped free of the confining member and he could move them once again inside Tsumi's balls that were expanding out to accommodate his bulk. He braced himself against the sticky walls and tried to push himself back, but he felt Tsumi moan again.
Tsumi's paws began to rub against his body through the flesh he was being cocooned in. He felt his waist and midsection slip from the tight confines of the presently one way tunnel. It was then that he realized he had an erection himself. How could that be? Being devoured by his friend's cock was turning him on?
Mog pushed harder against the walls around him but slipped down into nearly a fetal position as his thighs and knees joined him inside. He felt his shoulders and neck come to rest on the floor even through the pink mog's barrier. A few moments later, his left foot slipped inside, then his right foot.
"Tsumi!" he yelled as loud as he could. "Let me out!"
"Don't worry, kupo," he could hear reverberate around him. "I'll let you out when I'm done. Mmmf!"
Mog felt the confines around him tighten a bit. It felt like the stretched skin was firming back up to hold him in place. Tsumi's paws ceased stroking him and moved away. Moments later, he felt a rhythmic bouncing above him. It occurred to the trapped moogle that Tsumi was pawing his member while he was still inside. Mog's cheeks began to heat furiously as his own erection twitched to remind him of just how turned on he was at the situation.
With a sigh, he slid his paw to his own penis and wrapped it tightly. The gooey pre he was covered in made it slide easily as he started to jerk off inside Tsumi. Every time he opened his mouth he tasted more of Tsumi's pre. The air was a little thin, but every inhale through his nostrils filled him with the pink moogle's musk. Mog tweaked and tugged on the head of his erection as he gave into the intoxicating sensations of the fuck factory he was confined in.
He could feel the walls around him hug him tighter and tighter, but it wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, it was starting to feel warm and cozy like a blanket on a cool night. When he opened his mouth to moan, he could taste the pre getting stronger, more heady and thicker. Each stroke of his member felt like it was compounding the pleasure, and something else began to happen.
It was as if the sexual gratification Tsumi was feeling began to seep into him. He was being subjected to both his own stimulation and that of the moogle he was inside of. With a gasp and a long groan, his body tensed and he felt his orgasm spill onto his body and mix with the fluids around him. He closed his eyes as shivers ran through him. It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt. The ecstatic pulses of pleasure surging through him and radiating into him from the outside caused his consciousness to slip away.
Mog drifted to sleep with a smile on his muzzle.
*
Tsumi's sack tightened further as he sat on the couch with his pants around his ankles fapping his cock. The form of the moogle inside of him was no longer visible in his swollen testicles and his shaft was the size it was when he started receiving the blowjob from his friend. He felt Mog's orgasm inside of him and he moaned out loud as his sack drew up until it was about the size of two softballs sloshing as he masturbated.
He leaned his head back as his paw movement became frantic. His hips jerked forward and the tip of his member sprayed a voluminous jet of Mog in spooge form onto the floor. He yanked and tugged as jet after jet of the former moogle spilled from him. After nearly a full minute of painting the floor with what was left of Mog, he reached down to the base of his shaft and tugged at the bulge that was distending it. With some coaxing and a lot of panting, he worked Mog's pom out of his cum slit and it fell onto the floor in the middle of the puddle that was soaking the carpet.
Tsumi shuddered and moaned as he the afterglow swept over him. He idly tugged his length a few more times as it flagged and started to recede. He opened his eyes and looked down at the puddle at his feet. He sloshed some of the cum that hadn't soaked in with his shoes and giggled.
"You make a cute cumstain, kupo. Hope I helped with your hangover." Tsumi said before standing up and pulling his jeans and underwear up. "Feel free to come back and be a drunkmog, anytime~! Oh, but try not to make such a big mess when you do, kupo."
With that, Tsumi got up to start the rest of his day as Mog's new form seeped into the carpet.