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Mounted Intimacy

Varrrex smiled as he stared his mount in his deep emerald eyes, his arms wrapped around the felkin's snout. They shared an extended, affectionate moment together even as Var's legs dangled down Mjingar's throat, much of his body already enveloped by tongue, gullet flesh, and teeth.

Many things had conspired to come to that point in the months leading up to it, and the whole story started when Var'Rex chose to march forward instead of turning back when in the path of an oncoming blizzard. He knew it was foolish to stay on the hunt, but he had to go to the limits of his village's territory, investigating the pass through the mountains. It was there that the blizzard hit, threatening to blanket both he and his mount with enough snow to choke a yeti.

However, Mjingar's race had thick skin and was nearly completely impervious to the cold. Warmth emanated from within, and cold was kept outside, thus making the safest place for Var'Rex to be within his mount. Of course, this meant that Mjingar needed to swallow him, a complicated process to convey from a creature intelligent enough to understand but unable to speak.

Luckily for Var'Rex, he had been fantasizing about such a thing for years and picked up on the signals early, so he was able to get himself prepared and was gobbled up by his trusting mount. Mjingar then took Var'Rex back to the village in the midst of the roaring blizzard, regurgitating him by the fire and restoring his health. After that, the two shared an even more intimate bond than before, one having been consumed by the other. The more they partook, the closer they became.

Since that date, the two had been experimenting with how far this went, and what uses it could have - aside from the gentle pleasantries of warmth and comfort that came from being nestled up inside a warm and cozy mount. Though Var'Rex never did think of many practical uses, the bonding and intimacy that came from allowing Mjingar to swallow him was a desire he couldn't let go.

The entire winter was taxing for the pair of them, with the skies dumping many meters of snow upon their village and surrounding areas. As game became sparse and their reserves gradually diminished, they found that one of the best ways to stave off potential hunger and to make their food last longer was to feed Mjingar more often, using himself as food. While it was completely safe, it did eliminate the body's hunger response, thus satisfying him without actually feeding him.

Throughout all this, Var'Rex came to terms with the fact that he was gradually developing feelings for his mount, intimate desires that he found himself having a harder and harder time trying to cover up. Every time he came out of Mjingar after a regurgitation, the first thing he did was glance over in the hopes that his mount would be erect and he could use he saliva and other natural lubricants that coated him to pleasure the felkin, not only as a reward for indulging him but also because he wanted a taste. Regardless of his desires and the built up trust between them, Var'Rex couldn't muster the courage.

As such, they continued on this path with one another, hunting during the day, then coming home to have Var'Rex feed his mount every other day, alternating between offering himself and offering proper meat and other supplements including the massive stores of jerky they had been stockpiling under their cabin. Eventually, Var'Rex grew bold and eager enough to try something new and to make that move he'd been attempting for the majority of the winter, a move that was worth risking.

Which brought them to the point of Var'Rex being half swallowed with his legs dangling low into his mount's gullet, his hands wrapped around the felkin snout to keep himself from slipping all the way in. He knew he'd end up there, in Mjingar's belly, but he wanted to prolong the experience as long as he could, for he had grown aroused in his mount's maw. Plus, he still felt relatively inexperienced as he hadn't yet grown fully used to feeding himself to his hunting partner. Sure, they'd been growing closer over the course of the winter, but it always felt like the first time and he remained as nervous as then.

He gave another glance over to his mount's crotch, hoping to see the emergence of his member, but saw nothing. He did, however, feel the extending tendril of felkin tongue sliding up his back while cradling him between his rump cheeks and pressing his tail close to his backside. This was followed by the constriction of the oral passage from his waist down, tugging on him and squeezing him tight. This was all happening as the mount was rearing his head back and gaping his maw; Mjingar was trying his best to swallow his mount, as he was hungry and had been trained for this.

But Var'Rex wasn't ready and was worried he wouldn't be any time soon. He held on tight and grunted to himself, bucking his hips upward to grind his own member against the fleshy ridges of the roof of Mjingar's maw, a familiar moisture of his own adding to the blend of saliva and other natural fluids that his mount secreted. Ready or not, he was aroused and wanted nothing more than to have the suction and tongue motions of Mjingar's hunger yank his shorts from his body, exposing him completely, be it for or against his will. He knew that Mjingar would never do such a thing, however, because Mjingar was obedient and had not yet been taught to do that.

Still, Var'Rex hoped it would happen by accident and was wriggling and writhing in such a way he figured it was a possibility, for he wore his loosest fitting boxer shorts.

The look on Mjingar's face was one of hunger and desperation, but not at the sort of level in which he'd be forced to make a drastic move. Instead, he just kept gulping and tossing his head back as he gaped his maw and hoped his tongue and gravity would do the work and help slide Var'Rex down his gullet and into his belly. This was not to be - at least not yet - and Mjingar was relegated to meek gulps and eager swallows that did nothing but gently squeeze and tug at Var'Rex's saliva coated legs and toes.

"Sorry about this." Var'Rex cooed to his mount, giving him a gentle rub on the snout. He widened his legs inside Mjingar's throat, ensuring that the esophagus could wrap around both individually instead of having the crevasse between them, thus creating a seal and allowing for better and more thorough suction with every gulp. Var'Rex glanced around to his cottage, smiling at his many things, such as the gate to the chilled basement where his jerky was held, the dining room, the crackling nearby fireplace, the picture taken of himself and Mjingar after a hunt atop the mantlepiece, and then his bed.

Ironically, the bed was the one place he didn't wish to be. Ever since he and Mjingar started using the felkin's belly as a bed, blankets and sheets were nowhere near as cozy or as comfortable. Now Var'Rex wished to only sleep in his companion, even if it was gradually leading to lewd thoughts.

Finally, he glanced out through his window to see the gently falling snow and the clear night skies dotted with a million stars, all sparkling and reflecting off the snow that had burdened the village. He smiled, closing his eyes and turning back to Mjingar as he rubbed his mount on the muzzle and let go, finally letting the felkin have his way with him.

Despite having the opportunity to finally gulp Var'Rex down, Mjingar paused a minute to huff warm air out over his rider, panting gently before finally reading his head back and gaping his maw one more time. His tongue cradled Var'Rex's back on the way down, gullet opening up and muscles tugging in a way that treated both of his rider's legs with a form of suction. He gulped and lightly clamped down, biting gently as he bobbed his head back and forth, careful to not cause any harm.

Eventually, after a few eager swallows and a whole lot of motions meant to push and force Var'Rex down into his belly, Mjingar finally closed his maw on his rider, blackening the world and hungrily swallowing as best he could, eager to finally put his meal down.

Var'Rex crossed his forearms over his shoulders as he felt himself slide past the teeth of his mount, the tunnel of undulating throat flesh massaging downward in peristaltic waves, each one hungrier for him, more eager to have him resting heavy in felkin belly. Once Mjingar closed his maw, Var'Rex twisted onto his belly so that he was looking out over his mount's tongue, chin resting on the tendril and crotch grinding against the inside of the throat as one final gulp pressed against him, shooting him down feet paws first into the cavernous depths of his warm, cozy mount.

The darkness enveloped him, leaving him only with the sensation of fleshy walls passing over him and the gurgling slosh of stomach fluids around him, all accented by the steady beat of an excited, nearby heart. This was where he belonged, this was what he loved, and this was the most comfortable place for him. Content with his place in his pal, he curled up in his personal belly, resting his head on a puffy mound of stomach wall buoyed by other organs inside, finally taking that first uncomfortable breath as he inhaled the fluids, the breathable ones that kept him alive but took some adjusting to adapt.

All around him, Var'Rex saw nothing but black. Not even when Mjingar gaped his maw to swallow air did he see up the gullet to the light of his cabin. This was completely okay for him, since this was what he wanted and felt the warmest and most comfortable inside his mount's belly. Outside, in his home, the wind pierced the walls and windows and he was never truly warm unless he was smothered in a half dozen blankets or next to the fire.

This was much more fun, for him. Having the soft flesh of Mjingar's belly walls lightly squeezing him and keeping him in place was the best sort of blanket he could imagine. Not only was it warm, but it was soft, it was all-encompassing, and gave him a massage all over his body, including his groin area. Much like when he was still being gulped upon and swallowed up in Mjingar's maw, he felt the swell of an erection threatening to press out against the waistband of his shorts.

Up to that point he'd kept himself fairly well composed, not willing to accept his carnal desires as truth instead of fantasy, but in the end, he felt he had no choice but to let himself relax and enjoy it.

The walls around him were steadily shifting and clenching, moving around him and squeezing in what could not be described as a conscious pattern. Rather than clenching in waves, or gulping down rhythmically like a throat or tongue, the walls of the belly that surrounded him moved in erratic, random patterns that also seemed to be steady and consistent. How they could be random and consistent at the same time made no sense to Var'Rex, but he didn't let it distract him too much from the deep warmth and comfort he felt smothering him.

Something deep was awoken inside him every time he took a trip to Mjingar's belly, a purity that he didn't feel when out hunting or exploring the region. The longer he remained in his mounts gut, the more lucid he became, with his mind blurring and his body seeming to float in nothingness; it was like he was back in the womb, where nothing was everything and the walls he felt around himself were more like the fluids of life than the skin of a belly.

He floated, so lightly caressed by Mjingar's stomach lining that he barely felt it and only held the sensation and distant gurgling of the fluids sloshing over him. Before long, he fell into a sort of half sleep that had left him aware of his surroundings but still inundated by the wispy thoughts and fantasies of a dream. Before long, even the wispy sensations of skin passing over his body was dissipating.

The only thing he actually felt was the gentle caress of belly wall squeezing his fully erect, partially exposed member. He didn't want to feel that, as if made him feel shameful for enjoying such a compassionate moment in such a way, but he couldn't help it. Furthermore, in his dream-like state, he lacked the self control to not reach down over his body and under his pants, where he started rubbing at his sheath and groin, squeezing at his shaft and knot as he peeled the flesh back to expose more of his length to the walls that lightly held him in place.

His instincts took over - for that was truly all he had to control himself in his semi-lucid state - and he began bucking his hips upwards while pressing down hard on his groin. In a sudden lurch, his knot slipped from his sheath and his shaft swelled to full firmness to be cradled between his soft belly fur and the ceiling of his mount's steadily undulating and shifting belly flesh.

Gradually, he felt himself getting more and more vigorous. His hips started to buck and pump as he prodded into the soft flesh, creating two mounds that partially wrapped around his member, squeezing it in place as he let his body start grinding against it.

This lasted for what seemed like hours without climax to Var'Rex, who couldn't stop himself, but also couldn't bring himself to finish in such a way that made him feel like he was doing something wrong or not putting in enough effort. In his dream-like state, he wondered if maybe this was a punishment for being aroused by the belly of his Mjingar, or that he was being tested.

Regardless of what wispy half-thoughts his mind was suffering through, the steady undulations and squeezing around his body blended with just enough lingering arousal and desire that the belly flesh shook in a violent spasm, constricting him in place while making him slide ever so gently back towards the passage in which he'd entered. His head rocked back and forth until his snout found the narrow opening to Mjingar's gullet, then the belly tensed up and forced him through it.

Almost instantly, he was yanked from his lucid state with just enough time to spare that he was aware of his surroundings the split second before he was retched back up, gullet quivering around him before depositing him lightly in a puddle of saliva and belly juices on the cold, hard floor. He struggled to get up, coughing and spitting out the fluids he'd inhaled as his vision slowly recovered.

Before him, a crackling fire dancing in the fireplace, with embers waltzing in the air before snuffing themselves out. Behind him, Mjingar's body curled around him while his mount gently licked at his entire body to clean him of the saliva and mess that he had been soaked with, using the heat of the nearby fire to dry him off. Though it wasn't as pleasant or as encompassing as the confines of the felkin's belly, the fireplace offered its own comfort and warmth, a fair substitute.

He snuggled up into his mount even though his cock was still hard, smiling and lightly rumbling a pleasured growl to himself as Mjingar curled his body up around him while acting like a catching mitt for the heat coming from the fire. It was here that he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the felkin's own member had been fully awakened as well, with the entire length of it fully exposed and resting heavily on the wood floor.

It didn't take Var'Rex much thought to realize what had happened. Inside the confines of his mount's belly, his bucking and grinding must have both irritated and aroused Mjingar to the point that he not only had to spit Var'Rex back up but also had stimulated his member in a very precise way.

He knew that he probably shouldn't have prodded, for Mjingar was as much a consummate professional as he was a compassionate hunting partner and friend, but Var'Rex was still suffering from a case of blue balls, having not finished when rubbing himself against the felkin's belly walls. For that reason, he couldn't help but curiously stare, eventually coming to reach out to touch the bulbous tip.

When his fingers made contact, he felt Mjingar's whole body twitch and recoil a bit, not ready for such an intimate caress. This made Var'Rex pull back, but then when he realized that the member only grew more firm and longer, he quickly came to the conclusion that Mjingar was as into it as he was, and just lacked the ability to vocally confirm it.

"S-so, you want me to..." Var'Rex asked, eyes wide like a puppy as he locked gazes with Mjingar.

His mount huffed and snorted lightly, flicking his ears as his tail swayed out behind him. He shifted in place so that his hind leg was out of the way, allowing Var'Rex to get a better, unobstructed view of the glistening, taut cock flesh accented by the drooling tip that had been leaking more fluids into the puddle that Var'Rex had been regurgitated into.

"I see." Var'Rex whispered to himself, struggling to gain the confidence or boldness needed to reach out a second time and touch his mount's member. It was hot to the touch, thick and throbbing against his fingertips. Each of the tiny pulsations resulted in another dab of precum trickling out the tip to trickle down the side of his shaft; the sweet scent was thick in the air, coaxing Var'Rex to ease his way inwards, maw open and tongue out.

Once he got close enough, Mjingar reached out with his thick front paw and pressed it down on the back of his head, forcing him downwards in such a way that his member smeared across Var's cheek, rubbing his precum all over his mount's face.

"Mjingar, you goof!" Var said with a chuckle as he steadied himself. He licked his lips to get that first taste of felkin precum, and that was when he finally allowed himself to become a slave to his own desires. This acted as a trigger, urging him to practically dive forth with hands outstretched to wrap around Mjingar's member, holding it in place as he kissed the tip and wrapped his lips around it.

There was a distinct element of surprise from Mjingar, as it was clear he wasn't prepared for Var to attack his loins with such ferocity, but his lucid mind allowed him to accept this and encourage it. He leaned back and raised a leg as he angled his spine, bucking his hips forth.

Var'rex took this as the most forward of invitations and hungrily shuffled forward with his maw still open to catch any fluid that came out of his mount's cock. He felt a little bashful like he was being a bit overzealous and was being judged for it, but it was easy to remind himself that it was just he and Mjingar and that there was no judgment between them. Not only that, but he knew encouragement when he saw it and wasn't going to say no to such an invitation.

After all, he had finally just found his voice and his will, there was no way he wasn't going to take it. So many years had passed with the two of them doing little more than casually flirting, he wasn't going to refuse the offer to take it to the next level when such an invitation was laid out before him. Mjingar had already made it clear that he was amicable to the idea of some oral attention, so why not go ahead and indulge his own desires in the process?

"If I go too far, please don't be afraid to...oh heck, who am I kidding. If you don't like something you'll just push me away with those huge hind paws of yours, won't you?"

Mjingar huffed and grinned.

"Yeah, I thought so. Alright, don't overthink this, Var." He said to himself as he shuffled up closer to Mjingar's belly, eventually coming to rest on his companion's torso and use the soft belly fur as a pillow while he squeezed tight with both hands. He pulled the shaft up close to him so that it was practically lining the belly fur before he leaned in and opened his maw once more with tongue extended out to cradle the underside of the engorged flare.

It was clear that Mjingar was excited at the prospect of feeling Var's maw around his shaft, but he still withheld his actions to ensure that his rider - the smaller of the two - was in control. He knew that it could be dangerous to thrust or force Var down onto his member and that he would definitely get what he wanted if he was patient, but that didn't stop him from curling his body around Var'Rex in an effort to get his cock tip a bit closer to his rider's maw.

All of this was quite obvious and clear to Var'Rex, so he shuffled downward and laid Mjingar's cock on his lap, stroking it like a pet while it leaked ample precum all over his lap. He collected some of this between his fingers and licked them clean, a flavour that made a bulge form in his pants.

Curious and eager for more, he handled his mount's length, stroking its length and using the precum as a lubricant to satisfy every inch before glancing back to see that Mjingar was staring at him with a look of desire, waiting for Var to make that next step. Given his willingness to make that next step, Var took in a deep breath and wrapped his lips around Mjingar's cock tip, hand squeezed tight around the shaft while being careful to not let his teeth snag the taut, hot flesh.

Once he closed his maw around its girth, he closed his eyes as well to better focus on the taste and the pressure that was quickly building in his gullet as the glans flared out. While it was pumping precum down his throat, he stroked its length with both hands and tried his best to start bobbing his head, using the flesh of his gullet to stroke the tip while he gulped and focused on not gagging.

The pressure and heat of his maw seemed to hit all the right buttons for Mjingar, because the felkin quickly started to buck and grunt, forcing his length down Var's throat, its girth expanding with ease and creating a noticeable bulge that choked his rider a bit.

Despite the mild discomfort, Var continued to gulp and swallow to the best of his ability, keen on the idea of caressing Mjingar with all his might and will. His own member was hard and he couldn't help but rub himself through the fabric as his other hand remained on the felkin's shaft, pulling at the skin and stroking its length as he struggled to keep the flare past his maw. This pressure combined with his eager nature and Mjingar's eagerness seemed to hit all the right buttons because Var soon felt the rhythmic throbbing that came before an explosive orgasm deep in his throat, pressing down on his tongue and exploding into his gullet!

Mjingar growled and grunted as he blew his load directly into Var's belly, shooting his copious seed down his rider's throat with the sort of force that would make anyone gag! His flesh throbbed and twitched as he bucked lightly alongside every ejaculation, yet Var didn't pull back or react in any way.

No, Var wanted more than anything else at that moment to take his partner's seed inside him, to taste his essence, and in an odd way, to submit to the larger of them. Sure, they were allies, with he the rider and Mjingar the mount, but in the heat of the moment he couldn't think of a single thing that was more arousing to him than to take all of the felkin's flesh and fluid inside him, even if it was clear that Mjingar was overly excited and had climaxed quickly.

Still, he did all he could to gulp and suck and squeeze his throat to resist the expansion of felkin cock, an act that formed a seal as he had his belly filled with the bittersweet seed that came, time and time again. Like a stallion, Mjingar came hard and fast amidst a series of brisk thrusts, the urethral ridge pressing down against Var'Rex's tongue with every burst.

Before long, and after a few intense seconds of rhythmic twitches and ejaculations, Mjingar's cock softened and deflated, his flare finally squishing enough that Var was able to take in a proper breath and cough on the fluids that threatened to fill his lungs. He spat out the cock and struggled to keep the load in his bloated belly, failing miserably as he came to drool its mass onto the ground next to them. He eventually licked his lips and gulped down, patting his belly as he leaned back against Mjingar, smiling and staring at the log-constructed ceiling.

"Well, that was delicious." He said, mostly to himself. He wasn't lying, but there was that thick, gummy sensation in the back of his throat that kept triggering his gag reflex every time he breathed. He succeeded in suppressing this sensation, but it wasn't easy. That was until he felt Mjingar's cheek nuzzling against his amidst a gentle rumbling growl of delight.

Var'Rex reached up and pulled Mjingar's head down into a sensual cuddle before relaxing and allowing himself to once again nap in the embrace of his mount. Mjingar wrapped an arm around Var, and the two drifted off into sleep together as the snow outside continued to pile up on the window sill.

Once that winter had come to an end and the two of them had found the time and passion to explore their relationship, they decided it was time to leave the village and forge their own path.

Together, they headed south to the border of Saff'Rald and Kerolioa, where they embarked upon their first personal journey in years, and never looked back.