Thighs

Straight to My Thighs (A F/M vore tale by Anima. Contains M/F sex and post-vore scat content.)


Tina's tail wagged slowly beneath the sheets before my wolfess had really awakened. One eye opened blearily, and a paw crept out from beneath the sheets to tug at my hand. I circled around the bed, leaving a ring of shed coveralls and shirt. By the time I whispered across the linen into bed, Tina had regained enough control of her sleepy brain to roll into me. My striped thigh slid between hers, eagerly glomped by her legs, while her snuffling cold nose prodded giggles out of me.

"Where's my zeeb been?" She growled, playfully gnawing at my shoulder. I flexed the warm muscle beneath, teasing my wuff.

"Cramping up in the car," I muttered, consciously releasing the built-up tension over a long drive home from the work site. My arm slid through her fur's luxury, curling about and letting my thick fingernails dig and slide along her spine. Tina arched inwards, pressing her soft stomach cushily to mine, a motor going in her throat.

"Better work out the kinks before bed," she smirked, one eye-gleam vanishing momentarily. Nudging my velvety nose along her cheek, then burying it in the thick fur around her neck, I felt her rubbing hard and slow against my thigh. She in turn rumbled as my lust asserted itself, a thick moist pressure along her leg.

She took a moment to stroke her tongue along my face, its pink flesh puddled against my muzzle, sliding up its length to dabble between my eyes. My shudder telegraphed the delicious emotional cocktail that lick called up.

Prey pairing with a predator just for that thrill was common...less common was a couple where that thrill was maintained by the constant possibility that reined-in instinctual games had a chance every night of reverting from game to reality. She'd made it clear from the start, and the handfuls of bones lovingly and possessively stowed in her closet made it impossible to doubt her.

Tina softly nudged my now-slick thigh from between hers, and rolled onto her opposite hip, crooning gently as I moved instantly to plaster myself to her back to stay close. I teased her, pressing the top of my shaft's length into the deep furrow her plump rumpcheeks created. She teased me back, rolling her hips oceanically back into my tummy and groin. Finally I leaned back enough to let the thick black staff of my cock nudge where we both needed it, flared trembling flesh moistly kissing Tina's flushed folds. God I love the sound she makes, that rumbling moan that reverberates inside her muzzle until her lips breathlessly part to release it...

She leaned, I strained, and she swallowed me in. Muscles in my legs and back flexed with no instructions to do so, pleasure arcing along my nerves, the hot sopping-wet embrace of Tina's pussy overriding my control. She wriggled to gobble up my last inch, plush rump pressed tight to my hips. I kissed and plucked at the fur of her shoulder with my lip, the thick pelt warmly damp with sleep-sweat. I slid one arm beneath her neck, pillowing her head, while my free hand slid over her lush hip to spread against her belly. We both loved that tummy of hers...for different reasons, but both for what it meant.

The long brush of her tail twitched and flopped against my hip and thigh where it rested, and I took care not to mash it between us as I began to churn my buttery love. Soft yips as I slid in, dark growls as I withdrew; Tina could never control her voice while I was inside her. Wet swamp sounds competed with the hum of the fan in the window and the distant voice of a neighbor's idiot-box. Squelch, squish, slurp, plop; growl, snarl, whine, bark; hurrr, grunt, squeak, whoop...we knew our parts well by now.

My lust generously poured into her, Tina's own urgent arousal matting my monochrome coat, honey- glazing me. My long, strong fingers kneaded the furred flab of her gut while her own paws kept her heavy breasts busy. Our angle shifted a bit as I attacked from above a bit more, pressing my weight down against her, hips flashing pale as I rose and fell. I opened my mouth wide, and fiercely grasped Tina's furry scruff in my herbivorous jaws, blunt teeth mashing her fur flat. The gesture undid her, my bitch erupting, her lava soaking us both and love-marking the bed. Her insides' frantic undulations eroded my last bit of stamina, letting loose my own flood of thick passion-propelled life. As I throbbed and jetted, she ground back against me and seized my shaft in her silken second gullet, greedily feeding on my offering.

As the peak fell away, we twined limbs and burrowed against each other, hanging on for dear life. Her stale breath was joy; my burdensome heat was bliss. For long minutes we felt one another's hearts slow, sweat cooling only slowly in the summer night. I heard the wet slop of Tina licking her lips, then swallowing to moisten a panting-dried mouth.

"It's tonight," she whispered. "You can run...or you can kiss me."

Fear blossomed in me and churned my stomach, while my softening shaft became a rigid support member. "Kiss," I managed in a rasp, swallowing myself to wet my throat. "I'm yours...as always."

I felt her slowly slide off my shaft, the bed creaking and the sheets twisting as she rolled once more, her arms and a leg gathering me back in. Her edge was gone, replacing the desperate hunger with the need to be tender with this final embrace. Tina's tongue slid across my face again, the smooth wet strokes covering me entirely this time before she was done. Our heads tilted and our muzzles meshed in a kiss, my thicker tongue slipping into her maw to pin her own...playing dominance games to the last. She took the time to fellate my tongue, caressing it in the bath of thick drool her maw had become.

"God you taste good," she spilled out as a single word when our lips broke, ropes of drool hanging shamelessly from my love's muzzle. "Need you," she whined, pushing her bosom into my chest and her belly over mine. The liquid growl behind her navel made my shaft flare, pressed snug against her leg.

Tina nipped me lovingly here, there, then opened her long muzzle and guided my own down and in. Fangs combed my fur, rasping over my bristly mane as she engulfed my face...flickering ears twitching at the corners of her mouth. Those too vanished as she stretched her neck forward, throat squashing wide around my soft nose. There was a moment of panic as the wet flesh blocked my nostrils, but Tina felt me stiffen and swallowed hurriedly, dunking my muzzle inches into a slimy corridor.

There was air, hot and heavy, and I sucked at it while she stretched her jaws around my head. Tina's jaws popped to admit my eyes, my world reduced to my lover abruptly, even more so when a second gulp forced my eyes shut against her saliva. Her neck must have bulged tremendously with the shape of my head, smoothing out as my long neck replaced it...my skull gliding down into her ribcage. I don't know how she handled my shoulders; I just felt her work at them with her tongue for a long while...saliva sliding down my body in a slow-advancing curtain of slime. I moved with her as she shifted us up to kneeling positions facing one another, morbidly parodying a couple in a wedding ceremony.

My shoulders went in, then down eventually, and Tina spoke her love to me through her tongue's patient caresses all down my chest, my belly, and along my painfully-hard member. I flavored myself further with excited surges of precum, lubricating me further still. Her stomach parted around my face with experienced ease, my head descending until her stomach lining squished against my scalp. It was a slow slide up the inside of that chamber as Tina swallowed down more of me, cramming her beloved inside herself. By the time my hips swelled her throat, Her stomach nearly fit me like a second skin. It would have, if not for the generous bubble of air inside sustaining me!

I felt Tina toss her head back, paws caressing my calves while thighs squished down towards the rest of me. Another swallow took down my knees, another my calves, and she paused to suckle my limbs with my hooves and tail-tuft hanging from her lips. There was a shift, a stretch maybe, and I very faintly heard the action of her old Polaroid camera as she preserved the very last sight of me. Then, along with a good half-cup of pooled saliva, she finished me off with a last heavy gulp.

Her breasts and neck slimmed back down while her belly swelled out that much more atop her thighs, much of her gut resting on the bed before her. As the cardia cinched shut after admitting my hooves and tail tip, I struggled to get upright within her, the mucus coating her belly walls making it nearly too slick to manage it. Beneath her thick pelt, Tina saw the vague outline of my curled-up body sliding and shifting. A paw caressed my face when it pressed outwards, her dark dripping lips curved in a smile.

***

"Thank you, my love..." I whispered, cradling my swollen stomach. His kisses along my insides made me wiggle and stifle ticklish laughter, slowly easing back against a mound of pillows to relax. A loud gurgle from my middle made me sigh, knowing I could never prolong this as much as I wished. Already Jack was wincing away from stinging fluids, the fumes in the dark organic pit doubtless stinging his poor sensitive nose. I gathered myself, hugged my bellied love tightly, and let an enormous rolling belch roar from my depths.

My fur seemed to flatten to his shape, showing Jack's wonderful strong body, clinging to his shape. I winced to see his mouth open, gasping for air that had fled. I held him tight through my fur and flesh as he struggled...feeling a climax of relief when they...and he...died. I wriggled down under the sheets again, curling around my stomach, and slept...my darling merging with me second by second. Never would he love another, his mind, memories, heart, his future...all sealed away deep inside me. He was mine.

My dreams were intense, as they always were after a night like that. The depression hit me right on cue as well, cold regret washing through me. I stayed in bed, whimpering and caressing the still lump inside me, Jack's shell losing more definition by the hour as my ravenous stomach churned around him. Tears soaked my fur until sleep came again, snores and the gastric cacophony blending.

When I woke, it was late afternoon, and my stomach was smoothly round. I felt the urge, and rolled out of bed, padding slowly downstairs and into the backyard. There was Jack's lawn chair, right beneath the silver maple he liked to graze beneath sometimes. I clutched my churrling gut as I stumbled to the tree's base, lifting my tail and squatting low. Painfully-swollen bowels released, and I confess I climaxed as I shat, the muscle-contractions pouring Jack's remnants all the faster from me. His dark fudgy remains coiled in an enormous mound, several bucketfuls of former-zebra, with the embarrassingly pleasurable interspersed bones guided out through my quivering anus. The honey of my orgasm dribbled onto the pile, anointing it until the last bit had plopped free.

I rose and walked to the other side of the tree to piss, having always felt like it was a dishonor to empty my bladder onto my love's remains.

That done, I fetched a plastic glove from the house and ventured back out into the sun...back to the tree to fish out the bones my body had allowed me to keep. A bit of jaw here...a chunk of femur there, and an artificial knee-joint he'd never told me about. These went into a plastic pail before an abrupt twinge forced me to turn and squat again to let a lighter-shaded load join the first pile, mixed with strings of hair and bits of fur. Scraping earth over the entire mess, I gave nature its toll.

Toting the bucket of bones to the faucet beside the back door, I cleaned them thoroughly, the major work done outdoors and a second soap wash inside at the kitchen sink. Drying the hard, pale, acid- bleached objects, I took my time laying them in a wooden chest inscribed with his name. I'd had the chest waiting since the third week we'd been dating. It had been a wonderful three years...and I took a few hours to write about our last night. Leaving that account and the photo from that night in the box as well, I slowly climbed the steps to our...my room and opened the closet. Jack was set on the shelf with four other boxes, but I didn't feel it was Jack I was shelving.

The best part of Jack was part of me now...my paws drifting down to caress my plusher stomach, heavier with a good portion of my love. He was in good company, blended into me with four other wonderful people. I'm a firm believer in the garbage-in, garbage-out maxim, and I only eat the very best.