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An array of hands jerked quickly to attention, pointing fingers at a single target amidst the group. Shane's ears fell flat on his head as he saw they were all pointing directly at him. There was nothing he could say or do that would change their minds, of that he was certain.

"Looks like we have a winner!" The feline said as she strolled over and pushed the bottle into the small wolf's hands.

"Go on. Spin. See who you get to play with." Said one of the other girls in the circle. She even offered Shane a little wink.

He swallowed hard, then found himself staring back at Rebecca. She just smiled over at him, offering a coy expression that suggested interest. She couldn't be though. He wasn't one of the popular kids. This was all a big joke at his expense. He was sure of it. But, he didn't know of a graceful way out of the situation, so he leaned in towards the center of the group, put the bottle down, and spun it.

The glass object was a blur as it was sent twirling on its side. The crowd was completely silent as they watched it go. As it began to slow down, Shane found himself holding his breath. And then it came to a stop. The wolf looked at the pointing end of the bottle, then slowly lifted his gaze to see who it had picked. His eyes came to lock with a pair of brown pools peering back at him, the same ones he'd been looking into earlier. It had landed on Rebecca. Immediately, Shane's heart fluttered in his chest. A series of 'Ooo's surrounded them both as the crowd realized who he had been paired up with.

The rabbit rose to her feet and crossed the circle towards the wolf. She reached out with a single hand, offering it for him to take. Timid and uncertain of himself, Shane slowly reached up to take her hand. She was strong. With relative ease, she tugged the little wolf up onto his paws and began walking him out of the group.

"C'mon, sugar. You and me, we've got a date." Rebecca said.

More noises of scandal followed them as they departed the living room and aimed for the nearby closet. As the door closed behind them, the crowd had turned to cheers, but began to quiet down. Apparently they wanted to be able to hear whatever went on inside the dimly lit space.

"I-I-I don't know exactly w-w-what you might b-b-be expecting but I wouldn't blame y-you if you wanted to just w-wait it out." Shane said, clearly flustered. His cheeks were a deep rosy hue and he couldn't even bring himself to look any higher than the bunny's paws. Even they were lovely to look at to him.

A single hand cupped under his chin and tipped his head up, forcing him to look Rebecca in the eye, but not for long. Their lips met as she leaned in close for the kiss. As she did so, her arms slipped around the short lupine's form, holding him close. Shane was taken completely by surprise and practically melted in her embrace. She was kissing him! She was actually kissing him! It wasn't some sort of prank or cruel stunt to entertain the masses using him as the butt of the joke.

Eventually, after what felt like a small eternity, Shane was permitted to surface for air. Rebecca sighed, keeping her nose bumped gently against his. A quiet little giggle escaped her as she grinned.

"What I expect is to have a good time. And I'm gonna make sure you have one too. I've been keeping an eye on you for a while now, just like you've been watching me. I think you're pretty cute and that's why I made sure you'd be here tonight, and get dragged into the game. You can thank Doug for that." She said.

The wolf was unable to speak. He could barely process what she was saying, but as it rolled around, it slowly clicked that she had orchestrated his encounter with her. She wanted some alone time with him. That was the conclusion that had been drawn. His head was still swimming. His vision was blurry and danced about. He felt unsteady, as if he might fall to the ground at any moment. And most of all, his face and ears were very, very warm. A goofy little grin had emerged on his face and he offered a drunk-sounding little laugh. It amused Rebecca to no end that she could do that to him with just a kiss.

Without another word, the rabbit pulled him down onto the floor. She had leaned up against the wall of the closet with him draped over her, his chin resting comfortably in her cleavage. A hand cupped against the back of his head, allowing the lady to scratch behind his ears. When she saw his tail wag as a result, she chuckled again and gave his nose a little kiss.

"Yeah, I think you'll do just fine." She said. With that, she began unfastening her top, which of course required her to pull away from the little wolf. Her fingers worked deftly at the buttons that held it closed to conceal the form underneath. Shane's eyes began to widen as he watched her undress. His powerful blush only amused the rabbit further. Especially once she slipped out of her bra. The cream and tan fur beneath covered a trim, fit figure. Immediately, the wolf averted his gaze in shame. This wasn't how you played the game.

Rebecca continued to slip out of her attire. Her skirt followed, as did her panties. They slid down her thighs as she tried to entice the wolf to take a peek. For a brief moment, Shane dared to chance it. As soon as he caught sight of the lady in nothing but the lacey undergarment sliding down to her knees, he yelped and covered his eyes again. The rabbit laughed softly at his reaction and added the last article of clothing to the small pile. Then, she crossed the short distance between them and wrapped her arms around the trembling, flustered wolf. She cupped her hands against the back of his head and pressed his cheek to her exposed chest.

At first, Shane tried to pull away, feeling this wasn't at all right, that it was somehow inappropriate. But she wouldn't let him. She cooed to him, trying to sooth the poor rattled lupine, and slowly, he settled down. As he eased into the posture, he found her contact deeply comforting. His ear was pressed against her luxuriously soft pelt, allowing him to hear the beating of her heart. If she could have heard his, and who was to say she couldn't with ears like hers, she would have heard it racing.

There she stood, holding the trembling wolf in her arms. She sighed quietly and happily, feeling as though it was just what she was after for so long; a cute little boy who liked her and didn't suffer from the mindset the jocks usually did. All her efforts to get him there had been worth it. Once she'd gotten her fill of cradling him against her, she leaned in close to whisper to him.

"I can't wait to be inside you." Rebecca said.

That sobered the wolf a bit. He blinked and lifted his head to look up at the rabbit holding him.

"I... what?" He asked, unable to form more words than those.

"The game. Whoever spins the bottle eats whoever it lands on. You spun it. It landed on me. That means you've got yourself a bunny to gobble up. I'm usually the one doing the eating, but for you, I'll make an exception." Rebecca winked, then kissed his nose again.

Shane's dream was suddenly shattered. This had to be a prank. There was no way she could be serious. Not in the slightest.

"But... there's no way. I couldn't possibly-"

"Shhhh," Rebecca interrupted him, "Just relax. I've done this dozens of times. It'll work out just fine, for both of us. I promise. All you gotta do is open real wide."

The little wolf whimpered quietly. He was deeply conflicted. She was showing him such lovely affection, but what she proposed sounded like insanity. And even if what she said was true, there was a considerable size disparity to take into consideration. He was fairly sure you couldn't fit a bigger object inside a smaller one without causing trouble.

"There's no way I could eat you. You're so much taller than me." He protested.

The wolf was quickly silenced by another kiss. This one was more powerful. What inkling there was before about this all being a prank was suddenly washed away. How could someone show such passion only for it to be a joke? Again, Shane's head was swimming. A little moan rose up out of him as the tall rabbit slipped her tongue past his lips. The environment she found was welcoming. He didn't withdraw or struggle against her. He simply let her have her way with him. For as long as she wanted. After several moments, Rebecca withdrew, giving Shane a chance to breathe once again.

The little wolf was left dizzy once more. By now, he didn't care that she was naked. All he cared about was the memory of the touch of her lips on his, the taste of her tongue dancing against his, and the warm, ridiculously soft fur she had been blessed with. He didn't even notice as she began to pull his shirt off and unfasten his pants. She didn't pull them down; she only unfastened them. She knew what was coming for him and wanted her little wolf to be as comfortable as possible.

Another little kiss followed, but this one was meant to entice, to draw out a specific response. Shane whined a little as she pulled away, his lips parted in disappointment that it didn't lead to what he'd just come down off of moments ago.

"Don't worry, sugar. There's more where that came from. But first, you have to play the game. Now open up." Rebecca said, using as soothing a voice as one might offer a child.

Shane breathed out deeply, then back in as he fought to regain some degree of composure. But he did as he was told. The wolf opened his mouth, but not terribly wide. Rebecca snickered and gave his nose a chaste little peck.

"Mmm, what pretty eyes you have. All the better to see me with?" The rabbit said.

Everyone knew the fairy tale she was drawing from. And it brought a blush to Shane's cheeks. She gave his nose another little peck and lifted a hand to stroke between his ears. She made sure to linger there and scratch. He rather liked that after all.

"And what handsome ears you have. All the better to hear me with, I'm sure." Rebecca said, dropping her voice to a whisper as she leaned in to speak directly into one of them.

That brought a shiver up Shane's spine. And the gentle scratching behind his ears forced his tail to wag anew. A little smile began to tug at his lips, and his jaws hung open a little wider. That was what she wanted.

"Oh, and what big teeth you have. All the better to eat me with, I hope." She giggled.

Before Shane could react, the rabbit crouched to peer into his jaws and began pressing her head into the open maw. It wasn't open wide enough yet to do so properly, but Rebecca was able to get her muzzle in. Using her snout like a wedge, she force his mouth open wider. A delicate hand cupped under the wolf's chin and stroked down his neck, coaxing him to swallow, and swallow he did out of sheer instinct.

That first gulp brought the whole of her head into his throat. Shane was forced to lean forward slightly. His throat yawned wide open to accept the rabbit's presence, and yet there was no real discomfort. It was strange, and he wanted to pull her free, but it didn't push all the way into pain. And she wouldn't let him pull away. One hand cupped against the back of his head to keep him from leaning back. The other pressed against his chest, caressing the grey fur covering it.

Since he couldn't pull back, all the wolf could do was swallow again. Rebecca had counted on that. She pushed forward off her knees and up into his maw. Her shoulders stretched Shane's cheeks rather wide, and soon, he felt those lovely breasts resting against his tongue. He couldn't help himself. He began to lap at them softly, curious as to how the girl would respond. What of her he had tasted already had left a decidedly positive impression, but he had been too busy coming to terms with the fact that she had shoved her head in his mouth to really process it. Now though, he realized she was actually delicious.

A quiet moan surrounded the rabbit easing herself down his throat, and she chuckled. For her, it was a good sign. She even pressed her chest into his lower jaw to insist that he get a good, long taste. He obliged, growing bolder in his exploration of those succulent, supple mounds. The instant he paused to taste over one of the rabbit's nipples, he felt and heard a gasp and a moan from deep in his chest. She seemed to like that. So he continued. The more he lingered on her breasts, the more she responded. The hand that had held the back of his head slipped away, moving down to her groin. A new series of moans rose up from the bunny as she began to tease her quivering petals. The hand pressed against the wolf's chest glided down as well, its fingers diving under the elastic strap of his boxers.

Shane's whole form jerked forward, his hips pushed backward, as he felt those fingers locate his bulging sheath. The forward motion of his head forced him to swallow again. He whimpered softly as Rebecca's chest was gulped down out of reach of his tongue, squeezed into his throat. The undulating, rippling, drool-soaked flesh would continue to provide the lady with stimulation. He just wouldn't get to taste it. The rabbit kept up her efforts, drawing out the wolf's length. It began to lightly drool in her grasp as he shivered, unable to pull away. He winced a little as she found a degree of control through this. A good, firm squeeze of the now exposed shaft, generous for his size she realized, forced him to gulp. It didn't hurt him, otherwise he probably would have bitten down in pain. Instead, his jaw loosened and she sank in further.

Even though she was almost halfway down his throat, she could still elicit a desired response from him. At least she didn't overdo it. Each good clench of her fingers around his member had been staggered with a bit of a rest in between each, allowing her to inch her way down his throat. Shane huffed and whined as he felt all of this, and then realized that his stomach was stretching. Her head had emerged in the growling chamber, quickly taking the role of predator far more seriously than its owner had.

Soon, Rebecca could no longer reach the little wolf's groin, and so she began to massage the swell she was making in his middle. It felt rather wonderful to him, and so his hands moved to join in. Something about the fullness and caressing it carried a satisfaction he had not thought possible. And he wasn't even done swallowing her. He still had a ways to go, and she was going to make sure he finished the job. The rabbit arched her back, curling into Shane's form. The act forced her in a little further, and that brought her hips into his mouth. Her fingers withdrew from her now thoroughly moistened folds and guided the wolf's tongue to the treasured gate.

As soon as Shane knew what he was being drawn to lick at, he flinched and tried to pull back again, but with half of the lady stuck in him, there was no where to pull back to. A new, happy cry rose up from his belly as his tongue made contact, and the sweet nectar he was rewarded with for his troubles coaxed him to explore further. And so he did. His probings were timid at first, drawing only coos and giggles from the bunny. But soon, he had grown bolder, parting the lady's lips and caressing her interior, lapping up whatever splashed into his mouth. Rebecca's subtle noises grew into louder, more passionate moans. Her legs began to kick lightly as she tried to press down onto his tongue further. Her toes stretched and curled over and over as the wolf let himself get carried away.

A scream of orgasmic bliss shook the wolf's stomach. The rabbit's entire form turned rigid and a new splash of honey coated his tongue. Out of reflex, Shane tilted his head back to keep from letting it leak out of his lips. The shift in posture lifted Rebecca's legs, strong and powerful, over his head. She now had a straight shot in, and she took it. Immediately, Rebecca began curling up. The act drew her thighs in past Shane's jaws. His stomach surged out, swelling until it was so large it reached his knees. And it continued to grow. Rebecca's calves offered no resistance, nor did her paws. Shane couldn't even control her progress anymore. Swallowing was unnecessary. The rabbit simply poured into his belly.

And then her paws slipped out of sight into the wolf's throat. Shane huffed loudly and panted, hugging his enormous stomach. His legs wobbled and collapsed under him. His rump hit the floor with a strong thud and he leaned back against the wall. The wolf groaned as he groped at his wriggling stomach. The rabbit inside was moving, turning about until her head was up against his chest. She panted happily and giggled, enjoying being able to hear his heartbeat so clearly in her ears.

"Congratulations, sugar! You're a real wolf now!" She said. Her voice was muffled by the layers of flesh and fur concealing her from the outside world.

Shane panted for breath, then was forced to stop. His lips clamped tight together just before his cheeks puffed up. He couldn't hold it in. A mighty belch filled the little closet as everything inside him settled down. A cheer came from outside and the door flew open. Two figures, silhouetted by the bright light behind them, reached in and helped hoist the bloated wolf to his paws. Shane whined a little as his belly weighed him down so much. How he had managed to pull this off, he wasn't at all sure. But it appeared that what he had done was the desired effect. Everyone cheered and applauded him as he was seated on the couch, then turned so that he could lay across it. Rebecca rest on top of him in his stomach, squirming softly. A series of soft moans could be heard by those who were close to the gently writhing dome.

"That's enough for you for one night," Doug said, having been one of the two to help hoist him out, "Told ya you'd have a blast. How ya feel?"

Shane groaned as he held his stomach. He felt like he was about to pop.

"Stuffed. I don't know how you guys do this. How often do you have these parties?" The wolf asked, finding it difficult to form words with Rebecca pressing on his lungs.

"Usually every week. And don't worry, you get used to it. It's just your first time. And damn you're lucky. I've been trying to get Rebecca for a while now. Looks like she's picked a favorite." Doug said, reaching forward to give the wolf's belly a firm pat.

Something about that contact felt gratifying, but at the same time, he didn't necessarily enjoy the added pressure. Even if it was brief.

"Ugh, every week? Favorite?" Shane said breathlessly.

"Yeah. I'll let Rebecca fill you in on that. You just lay back and enjoy her. I'm gonna go get a drink. You want anything?" The buck asked.

"No! If I put anything more in there, I'll rip open!" Shane whined.

Doug just chuckled and nodded.

"Right. Ease into it, little man. You'll get the hang of it." The buck said, then turned to step away, likely to find his girlfriend who was oddly absent. Or maybe she had disappeared into the closet with someone herself.

As the wolf lay there, hugging his enormous middle, two girls made their way over to him; a vixen and a squirrel. They seemed especially interested in his belly. Without saying anything, they descended upon him, showering his stuffed middle with all manner of affection. At first, the pressure was unpleasant, but as they carried on, the discomfort faded, leaving him to bask in the tingling relaxation of his first real belly massage.

"Man, I gotta say, I didn't think she'd be able to fit in there! I'm impressed, lil guy!" The vixen said, "I'm Stacy."

"And I'm Tara," added the squirrel, "We're friends of Rebecca's. She's our squad leader."

"And a little more than that, if you get my drift." Stacy said with a knowing wink.

The fox had settled between Shane's legs on the couch, leaning over his belly to rub at it. Tara meanwhile was knelt on the floor just next to him. It was clear they adored showering such a bulge with affection. They pressed their cheeks against the dome and nuzzled into it. Stacy even offered it a kiss and a lick from time to time. The intimate contact she offered gave Shane reason to shudder all over again. Oh that felt marvelous.

"Hey, hey, hey! Easy out there, girls! This one's mine! You wanna play with my new boyfriend, you gotta get in line! Just 'cause I'm in here doesn't mean I'm not in charge!" Rebecca shouted, muffled by Shane's belly.

"Okay, okay. You're the boss." Stacy said, sounding noticeably disappointed.

"That's better. You get too handsy with him, he just might eat you up too!" Rebecca teased.

Stacy grinned and leaned forward over the wriggling belly the wolf was clung to. She pressed her stomach against his. The swell of her bosom rest just against the back of Rebecca's head as the rather curvy fox put all her weight on top of the wolf, making him groan.

"Is that a promise? If so, then I'd better get to work!" Stacy cackled. Then, she leaned forward and kissed the wolf, just as Rebecca had.

Rebecca didn't expect him to eat Stacy too, did she? And what about Tara? There wasn't any way at all he could fit either of them, let alone both of them, in his gut with the rabbit. Was there?

All he could figure was that he was going to have one hell of a stomach ache by the end of the night.