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“Nessa? …Vanessa? …You here?” His whispering was a bit loud, and sounded even louder given the utter silence all around. He peered through the dark, relying mostly on memory and the stray reflections of moonlight to guide him. Stepping carefully further into the little enclosure, he called again, ‘whispering’ even louder, “Nessa!? NE-”
“Boo.”
“Whagh!!”
The quietest little scare, right in his ear, had triggered a sound louder than anything else for a mile. In fact his ears were currently ringing from the sudden shock of his own voice, and the temporary thumping of his heart, though as those both faded out, he heard a familiar, clearly very entertained round of giggles filling the void.
“Nessa!” he complained, returning to his not-so-quiet whisper. “You’re gonna get us caught!”
“Right, because I’m the loud one, George,” she teased sarcastically. Despite the darkness, her voice painted the picture of a sweet, smiling, friendly face. She managed to sound expressive even while keeping a volume that sounded ‘normal’ within the context of the deep quiet.
“Only ‘cause of you!” he complained.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” she apologized, bubbly voice just a step back from laughter. “No one else is around though, I’m sure.”
“Good,” George replied with a bit of relief, growing a little smile himself. He could appreciate her prank a bit more now that he wasn’t worried about them getting in trouble. “…So, are you gonna turn the light back on?” he asked, assuming she must have turned it off before he got there.
“…Um… where is the light again?” Vanessa asked, realizing she hadn’t quite thought far enough ahead.
“Oh, uh, it’s-”
“Whoa-”
“Sorry, I’ll- wait-”
“Oops, let me-”
“Hold on-”
“Just stop trying to-”
“No, wait, I think I got it.”
*click*
George found the ‘light’ and switched it on; specifically, a little flashlight wedged in a convenient cranny. It was old, dirty and dim and didn’t do very much at all to properly combat the thick darkness of the night, but it was enough to faintly illuminate the uneven ground, and the decrepit ‘walls’ of their little hideaway, and the faces of those inside.
Blinking, the first thing George set eyes on was a furry muzzle. It turned quickly to face him, so close that the whiskers brushed the skin of his face. Two big, colorful eyes blinked at him as the snout below smiled. He felt something move against his off hand, suddenly noticed the ‘something’ felt particularly warm and fluffy, and looked down.
“Oh, sorry,” George offered, pushing off slightly as he removed his hand from her belly. They’d gotten a bit tangled in their overlapping attempts to find the light.
“It’s okay, it was my joke,” she accepted. She was mutually apologetic for just long enough to get out that sentence, before an idea seemed to cross her mind, and she smirked in what could most accurately be described as ‘naughty excitement’. She reached out with both hands, grabbed his wrist and pulled it back the short distance so that his hand was pressing against her furred belly again.
“Wha…” George’s question seemed to abort as he caught her expression, and felt the warm fur against his fingers again. He felt a strange sort of excitement, but couldn’t quite explain why. It didn’t seem to need explaining, though. Her smile said she was feeling it too- or at least whatever her version of it was.
After all, that was why they were both there. Why they’d decided on meeting in secret in the middle of the night.
“Are we… really gonna do this?” Vanessa asked, somewhere between nervous and quietly thrilled. She’d always heard about this kind of thing, but…
“Do you still want to?” George asked, attention firmly split between the posing of the question and the placement of his appendage.
She dipped her muzzle a few times in an affirmative nod. She’d made up her mind long before showing up, she just couldn’t quite believe it.
*gurgle*
George felt the teeny tiny vibrations against his fingers and a jolt ran down his spine. He smiled inexplicably. She did too. She knew she didn’t need to ask him the same question.
“You think you really can?” he asked.
“Mm-hm,” she replied with another nod. She wasn’t sure why she was so sure, but she was. One hundred percent. She’d never done it before, but even now her mouth was watering, her insides were… doing whatever inside-y things they did, but that wasn’t the point. The point was she felt ready, like all she had to do was start.
So she did.
George looked down at his hand as it started to move. She guided his wrist higher, off the fur of her belly and up to eye level, to mouth level, where she began to open hers. He leaned in closer, without even really meaning to, staring through the hardly-broken night in an attempt to catch a glimpse, but all he saw were little glimmers as stray beams of light caught glossy teeth, and danced along the length of a single strand of drool straddling her jaws.
The strand was the first thing he touched, it bent and then broke against his incoming fingers, splattering as little droplets across the back of his hand, warm, wet, and slightly sticky.
*squish*
The night was so quiet that the sound of his skin against her tastebuds was audible to them both. Her eyes widened at the taste of so much fresh, salty, earthy warmth filling her muzzle; and his eyes widened at the sensation of her tongue swelling and wiggling beneath his palm, her saliva coating his digits.
They looked up at each other, wonderstruck. Their eyes said everything their mouths couldn’t; bubbling wells of curiosity and amazement. They stayed frozen there for a moment- for exactly as long as it took for them to process the scene and then realize there was more, more than they were even sure of.
He felt the tip of her tongue curl around the back of his thumb, exploring the contours and the shifting flavors.
He slid his hand further along the shadowed sea of her tastebuds.
Her eyes widened. He felt her tongue twitch. That! That felt incredible. Her hands fell away from his wrists. He slipped further, her teeth tickling the place where her fingers had just been, meanwhile his fingers suddenly met some resistance, squished into a tight crevasse where the soft swell of her tongue met the smooth, firm muscle of her palate.
*gulp*
Now it was Vanessa’s turn to shiver, and George’s turn to bulge his eyes.
They stared at each other in the dim light, like neither could quite believe what had just happened, what was happening. George wiggled his fingers slightly- little twitches- and felt the subtle give of the fleshy walls that now encapsulated them. That… that was her throat. Her…
He reached up slowly with his other hand, uncertain as if he needed a second opinion on reality. Very gently, he placed his free fingers against her neck in the tenderest of touches, feeling the warm fur. He moved gently through the fluff, searching, until his hand bumped into hers. She guided him, over and upwards, then pressed her palm over his so they both could feel. And there it was, the little bulge.
*gulp*
“Whoa…” George breathed, truly quiet now. She grinned giddily around his forearm. Their hands against her neck were forced back noticeably as George’s other hand was pulled further inside. Deeper. He could feel his own fingers through the flesh and fur of her throat, but after only a moment of mesmerized wiggling he felt the overwhelming excitement at the thought of more, and he found himself gently pushing his arm against the gateway of her gullet. She certainly didn’t seem to mind.
*gulp*
He took a little breath, inching closer as the arm he’d been leaning on lurched down into his furry companion’s chest. Her muzzle jumped forward just as much, teeth now tickling his elbow. The drop at the back of her tongue swelled and wiggled as it sized up the offering slipping past, flexing as if testing its grip. He wanted to test it as well.
He shot her an intranscribable look and gradually began pushing again, gently. The muscles of her gullet flexed around him, shifting, pressing and then relaxing. It seemed moving in the proper direction, she could make her grip next to nothing.
*schhhhlick-pop*
George’s elbow popped into place at the back of her throat, guided by its natural bend as if it had been specially made to fit the slimy passage- or perhaps the other way around. If he had given it a tug at that point, he might have found exactly how firm a grip her throat could muster, but the thought was all but completely overshadowed by something infinitely more striking: the resistance George now felt against his fingers; the pressure Vanessa now felt inside her-
“Is that… your stomach?” he breathed. The fingers of his other hand started to move, and hers quickly followed, guiding him through the darkness, straight down along the bulge his arm made in her chest until he once again felt the familiar fluff of her belly fur, only this time there was one key difference: he could feel his own hand inside it.
*gurgle*
He felt it inside and out. The tight walls squelched against his slicked fingers, vibrating the fur on the outside to tickle the dry digits on his other hand. She pressed a bit harder from the outside, feeling her belly squish around its new contents. She… she had half his arm down her throat, his hand in her stomach, and she didn’t seem strained in the least. She really could…
The flick of her shifting eyes caught his attention, and he looked up to meet them. She seemed to be thinking much the same thing. Without a word, her intent, mesmerized gaze asked him a question, with a strange sense of eager urgency. “Are you ready for more?”
The wordless question received a wordless answer. He pulled his free hand out from under hers and lifted it up. He needed no guidance to find the place his arm currently resided. Reaching through the shadows, his fresh fingertips grazed the pointed teeth at the edge of her muzzle.
She responded by widening her jaws, stretching them even further agape, her inner muscles flexing against him as her insides shifted.
*squelch*
Dry no more, his second hand reached the slick flesh of her gullet, following after the first. The gateway parted easily at his touch as she allowed him inside, slipping freely for a moment before the increasing sensation of his digits against her esophagus gave rise to the enticing urge to swallow.
*gl-urk*
… *gulp* *grk*
A moment of silence, two more quick swallows, and in practically the blink of an eye she had moved her muzzle nearly up to his chest. Just like that, his arms were all but gone inside her, pressing her cheeks out wide.
George might have been a bit startled, but any surprise was greatly overshadowed by the raw thrill. He could see her grinning clearly even in the dim light and with his arms stretching her face. Look what she could do! He was slipping inside of her! And it all felt amazing! “Didn’t it, George!?” her eyes seemed to ask him, staring up excitedly at his face.
He grinned right back at her, equally impressed, equally taken by the surrealism of the moment.
Then suddenly her expression shifted, like a switch flipped somewhere in her mind. His warm limbs stretching her gullet, pressing down into her belly. She had a taste of this now, quite literally, just enough that she could maybe begin to imagine… what the full thing might be like.
George saw the change in her face. It wasn’t hard to interpret, not with his own face pulled within a few inches of her gaping maw. The concept was clear, it was time for him to go inside. Not just deeper, all the way. He stared forward into the shadows. Even stretched as big as she was, he almost couldn’t believe she could really do it, that her body could really take his. But her confidence was indisputable, unquestionable.
A quiet squelch from the darkness, and he felt a warm touch of drool on his chin; a small, slow lick as her tongue reached for his face. A tactile invitation. She wanted to take him, but she would only do it if he was ready. George was a little unsure of what to do. Her gullet had been broad enough to slip his hands into, but his head? He couldn’t see how he’d manage that. But then again, he couldn’t see much of anything in the thick night, and more importantly it wasn’t up to him. The task of getting him down would be hers, and her eyes all but promised she’d make sure work of it. So there was really only one thing he could do.
He gave himself to her.
Throwing his thoughts to the night, he plunged his face forward into the hot depths of her maw, plowing his giddy smile into her tongue. Muscle and flesh bulged and stretched and squelched around him. She felt her mouth explode with sensation; texture and taste and instinctive drives urging her to-
*GULP*
The sound filled his head with a completeness matched only by the way his head now filled her throat. Walls of slime, soft but strong, wrapped him from all sides, flexing and pulsing and crackling, all very much alive. But he wasn’t given very much time at all to take it in, because the next insatiable tug from her gullet was quick on its way.
*GULP* *GULP*
Vanessa marveled at her own body as it stretched with striking ease around that of her companion. The sensation of his presence within her was like a light of its own in the darkness, dazzling and burning, illuminating every surface he touched, every muscle, bone and organ he pressed out of place with his bulk. He filled her with a shimmering flurry of pleasure and satisfaction that radiated out to the tips of her fur, simultaneously flooding her with electric joy while urging her at each wave of sensation to respond with an even stronger wave of peristaltic pull.
*GULP*
It was so fast that George had no opportunity to dwell on anything specific, rather it was the rush, the constant shifting and sliding of everything around him, the unyielding progression of her muzzle along the length of his body, that enveloped his attention as she enveloped him. Any one facet of the experience, from the way her throat folded and pulsed around him, to the way her tongue deftly guided him deeper, or the way her insides seemed to flow out of the way like water when he lurched onward, only to then hold him firm as stone, any one of these things would have given him more than enough to marvel at. But the feverish rush of it all hitting him at once, of her body pulling him in so quickly and greedily that he couldn’t even process it, was an enrapturing, full-sensory experience that all but removed his mind from any other thought.
Meanwhile, the only thoughts in Vanessa’s head which were coherent enough to be labeled were two: deeper and full. She wanted this feeling- George- deeper, and she wanted to be full.
*GULP*
A particularly loud squelch filled his ears, followed by a wet rumble, as his head passed all at once through the slight change in texture that marked his arrival into her stomach. His face met his hands again, his arms folded up against the steadily growing pouch of muscle, fingers already thick with the secretions of her wrinkled stomach walls.
The new sensation of her belly stretching, beginning to bulge out for the first time, caught her like a gust in a storm, with a feeling akin to being lifted off one’s feet, despite the extra weight her legs now held as his feet did in fact leave the ground, his chest balanced on the precipice of her gullet. She didn’t know the bliss that was to follow, but she grinned exceedingly wide as if she did, her gut eagerly promising its instinctual reward, only seconds away from being tasted for the first time.
She threw her head back, lifting his lower half up into the shadows of the night, casting an eerie silhouette in the dim light of a pair of legs protruding from a pair of hungry jaws.
*GULP*
The increased resistance as he met the elastic chamber that was her belly was quickly overcome by the increased force as his own weight came down atop him, sending him down even faster than with her swallows alone.
She felt him begin to slip through her gullet all on his own, almost uncontrollably even, with hardly the slightest guidance from her body beyond keeping him balanced. Her gut groaned and burbled as it quickly grew to two, three, four, and many more times its normal size. She could hardly even keep track of how much of George was still outside, until she suddenly felt the contours of his ankles slipping over the back of her tongue, and guided by some mix of instinct and the chase of the thrill, she snapped her jaws shut around his toes and gave one last ecstatic:
*GULP*! “Ahh…”
*shluurk* *plop* *glorp*
The last of George arrived to be deposited in Vanessa’s belly, as he curled up into a tight little ball and the exit of her throat sealed up to hold him inside. She felt the walls of her esophagus come to touch again as he was pressed free of their grip, and his full weight came to rest in the bulge on her middle. There was a shared moment of realization, of marvel and celebration, as they both separately realized they had done it.
He’d actually gone into her stomach; she’d actually swallowed him.
She put a hand to her face, and then down her neck. It all felt the same as it always did, like nothing had happened, like it hadn’t just been stretched to the width of another’s body and back.
“That… that was… wow…” She slipped her hands lower, down around the contour of her huge, bulging belly, feeling its weight and shape as her friend shifted within it- within her. “Are you okay in there?”
“Yeah, I’m… wow.” His voice was muffled, but clearly audible, particularly in the deep silence of the night.
“I know, right?” She ran her hand over the swell he made in her belly.
He felt her hand against him; a gentle sweeping pressure across his tightly bundled form. It was darker than the night inside, but far louder. He could hear everything. Her stomach squelching around him; her breathing, in and out; her heartbeat pulsing excitedly next to him.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, almost disbelieving. His body just had to squish a bit and curl up in a little ball, hers had to do all kinds of unthinkable things.
“No!” she blurted out, as if the very idea that the event had been anything other than exhilarating joy was somehow deeply objectionable. “No, not even a little, it was…” she failed to find a word. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked with greater concern. After all, she wasn’t the one getting eaten.
“No! I’m fine!” he declared, pressing his hands out against her stomach walls for good measure.
“W-whoa,” Vanessa exclaimed, feeling the strange, toe-curling pleasure of another being pressing against her from the inside. “D-do that again.” She moved her hands to where she’d felt the surreal sensation.
He pressed out again, harder this time, and felt the vague outline of her hands against his through the layers of muscle, fat and fur. She let him deform her rounded belly for a moment, and then started pushing back, pressing his hands back into her stomach with a satisfying squelch.
“So… this is what it’s like…” he muttered with a hint of wonder.
“What is it like?” she asked. She’d hardly been able to imagine what her side of the experience would have been, she couldn’t begin to also comprehend his.
“It’s… it’s…” He tried and failed a few times to start that sentence, taking in the intricate soundscape of her busy body, the way it constantly shifted about him. “Wow.”
“It’s wow?” she giggled, vibrating him in her belly.
“No- it’s- It’s really cool. It’s like I can feel everything.”
“Like… this?”
*squelch*!
“Hey!” he called in playful protest as her entire gut pressed in around him, squeezing him extra tight for a passing moment.
She giggled again.
“Well… well what about this!” He shook himself once as hard as he could in the tight enclosure, and felt the world lose its balance.
“Whoa!” Vanessa took a step to catch herself as she wobbled with the weight of an entire extra person dangling from her midriff. “Okay, we’re even.” She gave her belly a pacifying set of little pats.
*burble*
Pleasure radiated from her belly, like waves washing against the shore, shifting, ebbing and flowing, but never fading. It came with each little shift of George against her insides, every time he moved, every time she moved, even the unconscious muscles inside her stomach. She had no idea that that part of her could be so sensitive!
And George was in no frame of mind for keeping still. He pressed fingers, hands and feet into every little space he could reach, exploring the invisible contours of her gut and her greater body beyond. The smooth wrinkles of the stomach walls, the slow, rhythmic pressing of her lungs, the quick, constant pulse coursing through every tiny detail. It felt like another world.
“Can… can I leave you in there, for a little bit?” she asked, much less certain than she’d been about bolting him down. He felt so good… she didn’t want that to stop, not yet.
“Yeah!” came his enthusiastic reply. He didn’t seem to be in any rush to leave, curiously exploring this strange, living universe with abandon. She smiled at the reply, but not quite so broadly.
“You’re… not scared?” She knew what this was; what they were playing with. She knew what would happen at this point if she let it; what her belly would do to him.
“No…” he said, enthusiasm faltering for a moment as he considered her meaning, “you won’t hurt me, right?” he asked rhetorically.
“‘Course not,” she answered without even having to think. She wasn’t one of the bad ones who wanted to really eat people, she just… wanted to know what it was like. She was just finding out that it was, like, totally amazing. He- um, it, the experience- was a lot to process.
“Like we said, we’ll be careful,” George reminded her, calling back to the moment when they’d first arranged this little meeting. She smiled a bit wider. It was hard to stay nervous with a feeling this good filling her, especially if he was okay with it too.
“Okay, I’m just gonna sit down then.”
That was easier said than done. She nearly toppled over twice as the hefty helping of George threw her usual movements off balance, but eventually she got her bottom somewhat gently onto the ground, folded her legs, and placed her friend-filled belly on top of them, feeling his outline against her thighs and calves.
The quiet of the night crept back in as the two took to marveling silently at their respective positions. She ran her hands gently over the thinly-stretched fur coating her swollen stomach, and he ran his fingers through the intricate folds and wrinkles, down into pools of warm slime and then back up again. And for many uncounted minutes, the loudest sound for a mile around was simply the occasional:
*gurgle*
…
*rub* … *rub* … … …*rub*
*glurg*
Vanessa sat in the silent night, the irregular calls of her massive belly now almost so familiar that she hardly even registered them as she ran her fingers absentmindedly up and down its swell. Her eyelids drooped, though that also was hard to register in the thick darkness of the night. Nearly all her attention was absorbed purely by the sensation still radiating from inside her, a blissful, warm, full feeling, gently swirling through her body. It was late, and she was tired- physically and mentally- but she didn’t want to let this moment, this feeling, slip away.
George had taken to simply sitting there within her gut to listen and feel- not feel around, but to allow her inner workings to move against him, brushing and squeezing and pushing. But every now and then he gave a single little wiggle. It showed he was still okay, it helped keep Vanessa awake and remind her there was someone in there (though he didn’t know that detail), and the sensation seemed to make her happy- or at least speed up her heart- as well as stirred up her belly so he had more to feel and listen to. It also helped keep him awake, as the total darkness, gentle motions and unyielding warmth pulled at his consciousness, though the cramped quarters and smell decidedly did not have the same effect.
*wriggle*
*guuuurgle*
Her pulse spiked and he felt her press slightly harder into his bulge as she stroked fully down his length, before her hand fell limp off to the ground as she basked in-
…*SQULRCH*!
Both sets of limp eyelids bolted open.
Vanessa felt the squeeze- and she was sure George did too. For a moment her friend’s tactile outline within her gut became strikingly clear as her stomach walls pressed in tight around him. This wasn’t at all like when she’d playfully ‘squashed’ him earlier, it was tight enough that the previously peaceful occupant flinched and wriggled a second time in instinctive protest.
It sent a fresh shiver down her spine in a wave of familiar joy, but there was something else accompanying it now, a new feeling. It was a hunger. A deep, primal desire. To mash and mush and melt, to dissolve and disintegrate and digest until there was nothing left, to take everything she could from the meal she had won. She felt it in her gut- literally in her gut- as if it emanated from the muscles themselves. Even now as those muscles relaxed, it was there, prepping the next contraction, and the next.
George noticed it too, or at least some primal part of him did. Somehow he knew without asking what that had been.
Vanessa’s belly continued to fill her with its swirling blissful pleasure. And within, it continued to burble and shift in its intricate, mesmerizing dance about George’s body. But they both knew the time for enjoying was over.
“…Maybe it’s time for you to get out of there,” she suggested. She didn’t make any direct mention of why, and she tried to ignore the budding fear in her chest.
“Yeah, I think maybe it is,” he agreed in much the same manner.
He felt her take a deep breath, and felt her muscles grow tenser, a noticeable change from the utterly relaxed state he’d felt surrounding him up until then. She felt the tension mentally too. She’d heard letting someone out wasn’t nearly as nice as getting them in, and she could almost feel her belly protesting at the thought, but the half-formed idea of what would potentially happen to George if he stayed inside was more than enough to motivate her.
She took another, sharper breath, and clenched.
*rechh*… *recch* …*rec-UURP*
Her belly shook and settled as she reflexively clammed up with an embarrassed hand to her muzzle.
*guuurgle* *glorp*
Her belly rumbled quietly as its contents fell back into place, now with a bit less excess gas in the mix. And below the grumbles was a little, stifled chuckle.
“Hehehehe.”
“You’d better stop laughing or I might just leave you in there!” she scolded jokingly.
It was an empty threat and they both knew it, but in his position it was still enough to shut him up. She tensed up again and took another breath for a second try.
*rechh* *reeechh*
She felt her stomach muscles pressing against his bulk. Her throat peeked open as his head was lifted back toward its opening, but slipped shut again as the dense bolus fell back into the rising stomach stew under the pull of gravity. He was too heavy! She needed a better angle. She tried leaning forward a bit.
*rechh*
No, still too heavy, and she couldn’t really lean much with him in the way like that. She needed a new position. She made several efforts to get her butt off the ground, jostling and sloshing George in the process. It took a half-roll to the side to finally get onto her hands and knees. Her belly swung low, with a rush of liquids like an overturned pail, and brushed the ground as it wobbled.
*rechh* *reech* *reeechh*!
She could feel the leverage now. Her gut clenched hard at the base, her throat widening. The massive, living bulge began to move, crawling its way back up her chest.
*rechh*! *rechh*! *rechh*!
Somehow the same stretching, even caused by the same exact ‘meal’, as it were, didn’t feel anywhere near as amazing coming up as it did going down. But she persisted in her anti-peristalsis, forcing her friend onward through her piping.
George felt a much rougher ride moving against the fleshy grain. Every slip down deeper into her body- even her hardest gulps- seemed almost effortless by comparison. But even so, comfort-wise it wasn’t really much worse than getting swallowed. Knowing their time was almost done, he took it as a last chance to marvel anew at all the inner workings as her body-
“C-come on! Help!” she choked out around the bulge in her throat.
Startled, George pulled together his senses and realized that while being a dead weight in her gullet was great for getting into her gut, and great for taking in the moment, it wasn’t so great for getting out alive. With his head, chest and shoulders pressed tight into the passageway between maw and belly, a moment or two of thought told him his feet were in the perfect position to help things along.
*squelch*!
He pushed against the stomach floor, thrusting his head hard into tightly clenched esophageal walls, only gaining a fraction of an inch.
*rechh*!
A moment later, her own efforts got him a fraction more.
*rechh*! *rechh*!
She continued pushing with the muscles of her belly, doing her best to keep a rhythm. He caught on and fell into time.
*reechh*! *reechh*! *reeechh*! *reeechh*!
*squelch*! *squelch*! *squelch*! *squelch*!
*splop*!
George’s head emerged into the cold night air. The first light he saw in who-knows-how-long was the glint reflecting off of Vanessa’s teeth as they framed his view, quickly parting to release him. She leaned further forward, his straightening form leaving more and more room beneath her as the bulge in her stomach shrank. The sounds of her squelching gut grew shriller and stronger until in a final retch she coughed the bulk of his body back out into the world, and gravity completed their task.
He felt his feet slip from her gullet, pulled by the weight of his knees. They slid against her tongue and then off, landing with dull thuds. And then he was his own again. No longer hers, an individual only at her agreement, at the command of her inner forces. He was simply himself again, lying face down in the dark, in the middle of the night, in front of his friend… covered with ultimate thoroughness in her stomach’s slop. He laid there for a moment, the inanimate, hard ground seeming almost foreignly unnatural against the memory of warm, living walls. Then he heard Vanessa’s voice.
“Ew… you stink.”
He rolled over with a bit of effort, his limbs properly stretching for the first time in a long while. Half sitting up with a grunt, he caught sight of her face as it caught the dim light, smiling even as her nose crinkled at the tip of her snout.
“I stink? Who do you think this smell came from?” he teased back.
“H- Are you saying I stink!?” she accused.
“Never,” he replied with a growing grin. “If I ever did that, you’d probably eat me.”
She almost opened her mouth in retort, but that joke hit differently now. The banter faltered and the two just stared at each other for a moment, with a glimmer of that original excitement in their eyes.
“We… we really did it,” she said with a chuckle. She thought back on the experience, incredible and strange.
“Yeah,” he replied in much the same tone.
“You were inside me…”
“Yeah…”
Silence crept back in as fresh memories filled their minds. He looked over her body in the dim light, furry belly now empty and flat. She looked over him, half-sitting, half-splayed out in front of her, glistening, gleaming and dripping from head to toe in her juices. They were silent for a long moment. And when the quiet finally gave way, it wasn’t one of them, but both who spoke, happening by chance to voice the same question at the same time:
“…Do you want to do it again?”
“…Do you want to do it again?”