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Some are just hungry
Strega padded into the Nexus, nodding to the furs there, and at once
found one that aroused her interest. This one was just over six feet
tall, bipedal, stocky, and wearing a pair of loose black shorts that
extended to his knees. Short, spade-like longfurred tail, blunt muzzle
with low-set ears, brown/black fur with a cinnamon-colored stripe along
his sides and like-colored 'sideburns'…yes, definitely a wolverine.
She saw far too few of those, and she admired his huge long-clawed snowshoe
paws, the muscles that shifted beneath his thick fur as he moved; he
was powerful, almost frightening, and she studied him, thinking her
own thoughts.
Raun noticed her the moment she entered. She was not pretty, not in
a feminine sense, but rather handsome in a sleek, bestial way. A low-slung,
black-furred weasel-like creature, padding about on six paws even bigger
than his, her glossy-black eyes highlighted by the mask of white fur
around them, a mask that extended back to join the pattern of curved
white stripes on her back. A harness of sorts extended from her neck
to middle legs, little, gemlike objects attached. Long, white whiskers
twitched upward…a smile?…as she met his look.
The wolverine was eyeing her with casual interest. She thought for a
moment; wolverines were so rare on this world that she had met only
perhaps a dozen, and those had been…unavailable for various reasons.
She spared a moment to look at the other furs in the octagonal room;
two were arguing, two were dozing, one staring at the window in the
ceiling. And then back to the wolverine, still looking at her with a
half-smile on his muzzle.
Raun smiled as the weaselly creature padded over to him. Her movements
were lithe, naturally smooth and powerful, her build reminding him more
of a stretched wolverine now that he looked again. Even her blunt muzzle…she
stopped a couple of yards away, and nodded to him politely. "Good
evening, stranger. I'm Strega." Her voice was a hiss, like escaping
steam.
Raun smiled broadly, not worrying about exposing a fang or two with
this one. "Raun. You are a sight…I don't think I have ever
seen your species before." His voice contrasted hers, a deep basso
profundo rumble.
Strega flicked her whiskers upward, then forward to express interest.
"I'm a falan. There are only a couple of us here. You're a wolverine,
right? You are almost as rare as we are."
Raun stepped forward, unable to resist the urge to touch her. She didn't
flinch as he stroked his handpaw down her neck, rather arching to press
into the contact. "We're pretty rare."
Strega turned her head, pink nosepad (the only bit of color on her,
now that the wolverine thought about it), and sniffed his hand. Dark,
deep musk, his oily fur and scent-glands each having their own scent;
the wolverine, while clean, was not so fastidious as to use scented
shampoo or such drek. "You are indeed. I am a curious fur."
She looked at the idle nexus inhabitants, one or two of whom were beginning
to pay more attention to the two. "Shall we retire someplace more
private to talk?"
Raun patted her head, considering. Was she propositioning him? Her sleek
build was appealing, though with no breasts she wasn't exactly making
him bulge his shorts. Still…"Sure. Lead on?"
She turned out to live just a little way away, down in the apartments
beneath the park. One large, oval chamber, pleasantly cool, with many
fur rugs and hangings, a scattering of furniture. One alcove looked
to lead to a bathroom, while a door led out the back. Raun took the
moment to glance around as she flopped down on a polar-bear rug, then
looked back to find her sprawled lazily on the thing, watching him.
"Sooo…what do we talk about?"
Strega patted the thick white fur next to her foreparts. "Come
on over, and I will ask you about wolverines." The male studied
her for a moment, apparently deciding she didn't look too menacing,
and paced over to flump down on his rear, there on the soft pelt.
"Okay." Raun stroked her head-top, watching her arch upward
into the petting again. "I'm a wolverine. What do you want to know?"
She turned her muzzle to look him over from in close, her eyes glittering
and unreadable. After a moment she sniffed his knee.
"I'm a curious fur. Curious about other species. I've met so many."
Touching his thigh, she petted the dark fur, lifting her muzzle to hover
between his knees. "Will you indulge my curiosity?"
Raun stroked her head with his other handpaw, watching her slowly advance
her nose between his thighs. She was making her interest pretty plain…and,
though her idea of foreplay wasn't what he really liked, he sure had
no objection to proceeding past it. "I sure will." Rolling
back on the polar-bear fur, he pulled his shorts up over his knees,
off his big footpaws.
As soon as the wolverine had the shorts clear, she pushed against the
inside of his thighs with the backs of her wrists, the male spreading
his thighs as he lowered his legs. In a moment he rested his feet on
her foreshoulders, she sniffed at his groin, looking over the dark,
furry ballsac and the long sheath that tried to hide in his belly-pelt.
Tried to hide…but she thought he was a little excited already.
Raun supported himself on his elbows, keeping his muzzle down so he
could watch what she did next. Whiskers tickled his groin as she snuffled
at his sheath, following the slight curve of it down to his balls…and
then a warm, soft wash there, as she tasted his ballsac with a flick
of broad, pink tongue. A moment later, she slid her tongue up his sheath,
tickling delightfully.
Strega lapped at the wolverine's sheath, following the curve of it with
her tongue, tasting, feeling.. She really was curious; once upon a time
she could barely meet a new species without the urge to see what their
genitals looked like made itself felt. It was a silly fixation; her
own genitals were different enough from those of a local that copulation
was not usually much fun for her. But still, occasionally the urge to
do something like this appeared…and she had never had a chance
to please a wolverine like this. She licked, stroking his sheath with
her strong tongue, feeling it stiffen under the massage.
Raun licked his lips, half-closed his eyes, and enjoyed it. Down between
his thighs, the weaselly femme teased his balls with soft strokes underneath,
tickled his sheath-base with tongue-tip, and rubbed the sheath against
the meat inside with strong swipes of wet tongue. He could feel himself
stiffening, going hard inside the fur, stretching it tight. When her
tongue-tip found the slit, tickled through it and across his tip, he
growled, and resisted the urge to reach down and pull her muzzle against
his belly.
Strega pulled her muzzle back, rubbing a toepad gently over the wolverine's
ballsac. He was hung much like a skunk, or a mink, long and narrow.
Though 'narrow' really didn't do this one credit; he was a healthy wolverine,
and better equipped than most of the local males she'd been with. Bit
by bit her teasing convinced the sheath to draw back, exposing the pink
cock within, and when his shaft was fully erect and twitching against
his bellyfur, she leaned down to take the tip in her lips.
Raun felt his claws dig down into the long white fur, could see his
legs spreading all by themselves, heard his own harsh pant as his cock
slipped into the weaselly muzzle. With a long, slow suck she took the
whole thing, tongue sliding along the bottom, breath hot across his
balls. He felt his tip squish into the tightness at the back of her
mouth, touch the gullet beyond, before she withdrew just as slowly,
encircling his tip with thin, black lips and sucking hard while tickling
his shaft with stroking toepads.
Strega tasted the wolverine, salt and dark musk, the sharp odor filling
her nose as she squeezed his shaft between her toepads, stroking up
and down. Suckle, stroke; slowly take him all in, wash with her tongue,
withdraw, sucking all the way. All the while he watched, eyes half-lidded,
muzzle bobbing gently as her own went up and down. He was silent, just
lying back, accepting the pleasure, his shaft so stiff it barely flexed
in her grip.
Raun noticed he was panting, noticed his thighs spreading wider still,
felt the coarse fur of her foreshoulders beneath his footpads. All was
silent except for his breathing, the liquid sounds as the weaseless
suckled, the rustle as his fingers clutched at the white fur. He felt
his tail twitch against her chest, felt his balls tense threateningly,
and let his head sag back a little. Usually when he was with a female,
he took a long time to get this close; but then, usually he didn't let
himself enjoy it this much. He could just lie back, let the warmth build
in his balls, let what happened happen….
Strega felt the wolverine's cock tensing between her lips, saw his bellyfur
twitch, and reached forward to hold his thighs in her forepaws. Double
thumbs took a light grip, just letting her feel the tension there, the
trembling in the muscles. Sure he was growing close to his climax, she
hooked his cock straight up from the bellyfur, turned her muzzle down…and
yawned. Her chin slipped between his thighs, chops sliding up his bellyfur
as she opened her throat, pushing downward so the hard shaft slipped
down her gullet. In a moment his balls popped in to rest against her
tongue, and she clenched her throat with a gulp, massaging his shaft
once, again, again, doing her best to gulp it down whole.
Raun blinked wide as the female took in his whole cock, deep throating
him in a way he hadn't seen before. He only had a moment to be amazed
before she began to swallow…and the strange, pulsing sensation
so much like a woman's pussy was just too much. A rumbling growl shuddered
out of him, his eyes rolling back as he felt the pressure build and
build, until with a snarl he let go in her gullet, the throat squeezing
his cock as the seed shot out of him.
Strega flicked her whiskers up in a smile, and squeezed the wolverine's
cock with a strong gulp. She had felt the great gout of hot semen against
her gulletskin, something he could not feign, and bore down with three
more strong gulps to milk him. Muscles jerked in his thighs, his footpaws
sliding off her shoulders, his balls tensing and twitching against her
tongue. Eyes closed, he snarled again and again, spurting out his lust,
seed swallowed away by the same ripples of effort that tried to suck
his shaft right down her throat. Finally the gouts ceased, and he opened
his eyes, panting weakly.
"Rrrrmmmm." Raun relaxed, feeling her tongue play with his
ballsac, her throat relax around his cock. "That was nice…."
She pushed at his thighs, bending them back up against his chest, and
he grabbed them to leave his belly clear for any more pleasant things
she might want to do to him. He was so very relaxed, he could go to
sleep right here.
Strega pulled off the shrinking cock, tasting a small residue of semen,
the wolverine's musky taste amplified in the salty goo. "I'm glad.
I've never had a wolverine before. You are handsome, and tasty."
She licked his wet shaft, and he growled.
"I'll have to return the favor…what are you doing?" He
blinked curiously as she put her forepaws on his thighs, holding them
against his chest even though he was already keeping them there. The
push didn't hurt at all; he was flexible in the weaselly way, and could
do the splits or this doubling-up effortlessly. He watched as she licked
at his tip, all that was visible with his sheath resuming its place,
then covered his balls with her yawn once again. "Gods, you are
hungry. It's going to take a few minutes before I can do that again."
Strega nodded, stretching her lips over his abdomen, his balls sliding
once more down her tongue. "Mm-hmm." She flicked her whiskers
amusedly, and began to wriggle her muzzle from side to side. Bit by
bit her muzzle gaped further, her lips popping outward across his rump
on one side, then the other. His ballsac reached the back of her tongue,
was rubbed by her tongue as it bunched up against his sheath-base…and
then gulped down, his balls a small lump in her throat, sliding slowly
down.
Raun whined, balls stroked so nicely, and thought he felt his sheath
stiffening again already. Gullet clutched at his sheath-base, now, gobbling
it up as well, and his elbows gave way slightly, letting him sag back
so he could hardly see her. He was still so tired, in the post-ejaculatory
haze, that his strength seemed to have fled.
Strega twisted her head from side to side, feeling the wolverine's rump-fur
bristle up against her lips, fold down, and then slide inside to tickle
her tongue. Her yawn had reached its limit, and tilting her nose up,
she put pressure on the joints between lower jaw and skull. It was tight,
resisting the effort, and she pushed harder, her lips stretched out
around his rump.
Raun sighed, pushed his chest back up, grinning at the weaseloid who
was trying to swallow his sheath. "You are really some…"
And then he felt a *POP* against his rump, felt something holding him
stretch…and saw her jaws dislocate, the lower falling away as her
lips slid forward to hide his rump entirely from view. "Oh, crap."
Strega held his thighs down, the wolverine still too surprised to struggle,
and stretched her jaws around his rump. His tail bent back, pushing
past her loose lower jaw and into her maw, his sheath and balls preceding
everything else as she swallowed the wolverine whole. Already his thighs
were held down by her upper jaw, her lips stretching as they gathered
in the doubled-up mustelid, lower jaw scooping him from the rug an inch
at a time. She swallowed, her throat gripping at his butt and balls,
sucking him inches deeper as her neck swelled out around her meal.
Raun tensed, and lunged down at her muzzle. His flexibility let him
reach her past his knees, and he snapped at her nose. He had to get
her off him…but his bite fell short, and as he collapsed back,
his arms gave way as well, his back thumping to the white fur. Why was
he so weak all of a sudden? He should be able to tear at her, make her
very sorry she tricked him close and tried to eat him. He looked at
his handpaw, the curved, white claws flexing, and tried to reach down,
slash her. Again, he could barely move. And then he remembered her muzzle
on his cock, and realized what had happened.
"You drugged me!" The wolverine's voice was still strong,
and Strega smiled with her whiskers, as she felt his rump slide down
into her throat, his thighs slowly covered with her stretched cheeks.
"Why are you doing this? There has to be easier food to get!"
Raun could still feel everything, feel the little fangs she had that
gripped into his fur and held him in her mouth. She would dig in on
one side, twist her head the other way, grip down on that side, and
then reverse the process. Her throat slid upward over his thighs, her
neck swelling ever larger, and he felt the strong gulps that tensed
the gullet, helping pull him a little deeper each time. He struggled
to get a grip on the carpet, keep her from going any further.
Strega arched her neck, rolling the wolverine back onto his shoulders,
and worked her lips up his torso. Doubled up as he was, he was a massive
meal, stretching her jaws to their limits. She had waited far too long
for a wolverine meal to stop just because of a little pain; she swallowed,
slipping him in up to his armpits, his footpaws next to his ears, and
felt, down where her gullet reached her ribcage, his balls. His balls,
and a small prod, as his cock slid from its sheath, mindless thing eager
at the massage, unknowing of its owner's troubles.
Raun growled, feeling himself sink deeper, felt her gulping him up,
her shadow falling across him as her jaws slid up around his shoulders.
He could feel his cock pulsing, down there inside her somewhere, stretched
out past his balls in her gullet and kneaded by each of the heavy gulps
that were pulling him down. He refused to pay attention, and bit at
her chops, managing to draw blood as his fangs dug in weakly.
Strega ignored it, ignored the handpaws pushing at her cheeks, and rolled
herself over on top of him. Her weight pressed her jaws down, the wolverine
becoming a huge lump in her throat. Wriggling her muzzle from side to
side, she gathered him up, until she rolled onto her side, jaws and
neck hugely distended, his muzzle and footpaws and weakly waving arms
protruded. All she had to do now was swallow, and with a powerful gulp
she pulled him in, another, another dragging him down, her ribs creaking
in protest as her torso expanded to let his slide begin.
Raun did not give up, though his situation seemed hopeless. He clawed
at her with normally iron-strong hands, seeing his claws scritch harmlessly
over her palate, her jaws closing further as her throat opened for him.
His muzzle was drawn up more and more, until another gulp pulled him
down…and then his shoulders hovered right at the entry to her throat,
his footpaws and head inside her jaws. Her chop stretched in his teeth,
stretched…and tore, a few drops of blood coloring his fangs as
he lost his grip. Her jaws began to close, and he felt her tense. "Why?!"
Strega tilted her nose up, spreading out her forepaws to lift herself,
and bobbed her head back. Forcing the wolverine's shoulders into her
gullet, she closed her jaws firmly around him, and swallowed, feeling
her throat clench at him. And, finally, push him down, the huge lump
in her neck sliding down into her torso, slowly moving down her length.
She could still feel his cock….
Raun swore, trying to grip at her fangs, her gums…and then they
were slipping away, darkness gathering as her jaws closed, as he began
to slide down her throat. He felt the muscles working behind the gulletskin,
bands of strong swallowing muscles pushing at him, the throat closing
in front of his muzzle, opening to let his rump slide down. The rippling
gulp stroked his whole body, from muzzle to shoulders, thighs and torso,
hips…and his cock, which he noticed again, preceding him down her
gullet. The massage against the inflamed organ was again too much, and
he couldn't stop what happened then, more of his semen gouting into
her gullet, his balls pulsing as they were squeezed down the throat.
Strega felt the wolverine shudder, growl in her throat, and what she
thought was a hot splatter down at his lowest parts. With a whisker-flick
she got her jaws entirely shut, and as he shivered she gulped him the
rest of the way down, the tight pressure around the lump in her throat
relaxing finally as her loose bellyskin bulged out. It stretched, twitched…and
with a low moan she pushed her midpaws against it, pushing him into
a tighter package best situated for digestion.
It was over. Raun moved weakly in the weaseless' stomach, the slime
from the walls making everything slick and gummy. Somewhere in all that
goo was his own, two loads of it, waiting to be digested…just like
him. He whimpered, then clenched his teeth, pushing at the pulsing walls,
heard and felt a double pulse. At least there was a little air here,
swallowed along with him, and the slime did not burn. He scraped his
claws against the walls….
Strega smiled, in her weaselly way, lifting long, white whiskers. She
toyed with the harness, examining the reading on a small display in
one module. The sensors directed at her gullet had taken a near-perfect
record of the wolverine, and she used other sensors to double-check
against the prey in her belly, making sure she had him. His semen alone
would have been enough to give her data on his species, but she had
never had a wolverine. As he wriggled inside, she enjoyed the pleasant
fullness, and nodded. She had all she needed.
***
Raun woke, and smiled, feeling the coarse fur against his cheek. Opened
his eyes, and found the weaseless watching him, her own smile curving
her whiskers. "I fell asleep."
Strega nodded. "But only after I got to taste you." She stroked
his thigh, where he lay naked next to her. "I've wanted to visit
with a wolverine for a very long time. I hope you don't mind me saying
that. It's not racism, I hope, but your kind is just so handsome…so
tasty." She grinned at him, licking her chops.
Raun laughed, patting her shoulder. "Well, you can taste me like
that any time. Shall I do you a return favor?" He covered his muzzle,
yawning.
She shook her head a fraction. "It'll wait until tomorrow. I'm
looking forward to playing more…I have a smaller shape more suited
to sitting in a handsome wolverine's lap." She rubbed her cheek
against his shoulder, and he smiled again.
Raun rested his cheek on her forepaw. "All right. See you then."
And he fell into a deep sleep, able like all his kind to snatch rest
when it was available.
Strega watched him sleep, muffling a belch with her other forepaw. He
had never really had a chance; between the drugs she had secreted and
licked into his cock, and the relaxation that naturally follows an orgasm,
he had been too weak to keep her from feeding. He had still been pleasantly
wriggly…and quite filling.
She stroked the curve of her belly, able to feel it through the illusion
her image-caster layered atop her to keep her companion from growing
suspicious. By tampering with his memory before her room's technology
had recreated him, she had made his last memory that of her taking his
seed in her throat. But his body remembered the second orgasm as well,
and he slept peacefully.
By the morning, his previous self would be largely digested. Perhaps
she would take him again then, or just play, please him, change to her
humanoid shape to share pleasure, perhaps.
She settled down her muzzle on the white fur, a gift from another lover.
She had many friends, but her closer relationships did not tend to last.
Whereas some sought gentle or rough companionship, loving…she was
merely hungry.
The End.
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