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"Hey, you said you wanted to spice things up a little, right?"

The raven arched his beak with a mischievous smirk as he presented a little cardboard box, sitting there on the side of the bed as Mia entered. The German shepherd paused where she stood and shot him a glare of absolute judgment.

"Quoth if that box if full of hot peppers I swear to god."

"What? No! Hah, that sounds like a bad thing to bring to the bedroom." He tapped one of his fingers on the top of the box. Whatever was inside it shifted around some, rattling a bit. "Besides, peppers don't need breathing holes."

Mia just took a seat beside the bird, snuggling up hip to hip with him. Despite her skepticism, she was wagging her tail with increasing enthusiasm the longer he kept her in suspense. She softly chuckled.

"I never even actually said that. I think we get pretty spicy as it is already! But come on, quit keeping me in suspense. What have you got there?"

She quirked her head and leaned in, curiously sniffing at the mysterious object, considering the scent she got. It struck her as familiar, which just made her even more curious. Her tail was thumping against the bed, and she kept trying to grab for it while Quoth just pulled away. He held his hand up cautiously.

"Careful! You don't want to spill the Teriyaki!" he warned with a knowing snicker.

"The what. Did you ... did you bring food into the bedroom?" Mia squinted at him for a moment, utterly confused, until realization dawned on her. "Oh! Hi Teri!"

She nudged her nose right up against the box and gave it another little sniff. It rattled back in response. Mia was grinning broadly when she looked back up to the raven, and before he could say anything she lunged in and gave him a smooch on the top of the beak.

"Okay, yeah, much better than my guess! I've always liked him. I take it you two have been plotting all sorts of sexy shenanigans?" She licked her chops. "Or am I just going to snap him up on sight and then we'll get to fucking?"

That produced another little rattle from the box, a more hesitant one this time. Mia gleefully giggled.

"Oh, don't worry cutie! I know you like being teased. I wouldn't waste such an opportunity to toy with you first!"

She looked to Quoth with an increasingly lusted grin, and just reached over to run her hand along his chest. Then farther down, rubbing along at his belly, lifting his shirt up to get at his plumage. Stroking, smoothing, playing with individual feathers while she wagged away. Then she dipped her fingers into his pants, giving the first grope at his soft bulge, feeling it twitch in her playful grasp. She licked his cheek, and wouldn't relent even while he started to open up the shrunken feline's prison, revealing the small green and black cat peering up at the both of them.

Teri gave a little gasp when he saw those two sets of eyes looking back. He looked briefly nervous, stepping away until his back was to the side of that box, but eventually he just offered a smile.

"Woah. You two look a lot more intimidating from all the way down here. But I know it's just you. Hi!"

"Hi Teri!" Mia said again, flashing her teeth at him in a grin. It looked, just for a moment, like a slightly hungry expression. Just enough that the cat flinched at first glance before relaxing with a pleased rumble. "We're going to have so much fun together."

She kept groping at the bird, keeping him from holding the cat's container steady. So Quote just set him aside for the moment, returning the attention to the canine as they started to fondle each other beneath the clothing. Teri just hopped up and peeked over the side of the box he was standing in, watching those two giants as they got each other huffing and horny with every touch. All he could do was purr was he observed, just trying to guess what they had in mind for him. He had no idea what was actually going to happen when he agreed to this. And that just made him even more excited.

Mia finally got Quoth's top off of him, and he returned by unbuttoning her down to her bra. He couldn't help but give a good squeeze to those plump, dark-tipped curves, pressing hard enough to make the dog moan out. He dipped his beak into her cleavage and gave a few slurps, a few strokes and nuzzles, and then just setting to getting her out of her bra. Teri just stood watching, getting firm at the sight of the bare-breasted canine, only slightly jealous. Mia seemed to notice his expression.

"Ooh, look at you, cute little kitty! You look so left out. We're being awfully selfish just making you sit there and watch all this, aren't we? C'mere, let's get you involved!"

She wasn't exactly gentle as she reached over and plucked him up between her fingers, but she wasn't rough with him either. He yelped out at first as he felt himself soaring up into the air, watching the bed growing more distant beneath his feet while he dangled. But he never stopped his purring, even when he saw that big canine grin flashing at him almost like a snarl. She brought him close and gave him a curious sniff as if to confirm that he really was himself, and then came her tongue. Teri managed to just barely get his hands up in front of him in time, but they quickly proved an inadequate defence against the sheer force of nature that was doggy slurps.

Mia licked him several times, dragging her broad, sloppy tongue from his bare paws, up his legs and over his sheath, all the way up to his face until he was left dripping with all the drool she left clinging to his fur. And then again, and again, until he felt like he was completely immersed, every single inch of his body was soaked with her saliva. Cat though he was, he didn't mind being wet, for once. He was swishing his tail as she held him there, purring all the way down once she dipped him into her bare cleavage.

Getting pressed between her lovely tits had him completely overtaken by them in a moment. His entire body was wrapped in between them, just his head poking out the top. He didn't waste any time, just starting to grind himself against his body, quickly reaching his full, if somewhat unnoticeable arousal while he licked and kissed at her breasts. Purring all over them too, of course. Mia just gave a pleased giggle and wagged her tail, while she and Quoth set to stripping each other down with the cat satisfied for the moment.

Soon Teri was even more trapped once he was pressed between two giants' chests. Quote was naked to his feathers, throbbing up firmly as he pressed close to the canine. Teri was pinned, but they were careful not to crush him. Just rubbing on him while they massaged each other's naked bodies, touches drifting lower and lower while they turned each other on. Quoth was hard, Mia was wet. And Teri was helpless to their whims as they humped and thrust against each other.

He couldn't stay there forever though. Eventually it was Quoth's turn to pluck him up into the air, carefully holding him by the scruff with two fingers. With the other, he reached for a condom. Rather than wrap it around his own firm spire, he instead just stretched it open with his fingers, opening it wide so he could drop the shrunken feline right inside. Teri didn't get out so much as a peep of complaint before he landed in the bottom, stretching out the latex around his form while he playfully kicked and struggled.

For the moment, he had plenty of room. And then a whole lot less when Quoth introduced his own cock into the sheath Teri was trapped inside. First came a spurt of pre that might as well have been a geyser when it was coming from a member bigger than his entire body. Then the sweet scent of horny raven. And then he was being squished up tight against the condom as he got pinned by Quoth's pulsing shaft, feeling himself snugly trapped there against that throbbing length, stimulated by its every needy flex while the bird got pre drizzling right down into the cat's fur. He was sodden with sweet bird musk in moments, and all he could do was press his own shaft up against the latex, outlined clearly for Mia to see.

She leaned down to give that wrapped cock a slurp, working over the raven's entire length, and his balls alike, even wrapping her lips around one of them. And then Teri got to feel the confines of the canine's slobbery mouth wrapped around his entire body while she engulfed the raven's dick in a slick suck. Bobbing up and down, licking, kneading, and gulping at the first few inches. That had the cat precariously pointed towards the back of her throat, looking into the darkness as she swallowed and blew the bird until he cawed for her.

The condom kept him from being swallowed, but he could still feel Mia's gullet. She had an unusually powerful swallow, or maybe it just felt like she did when Teri was so small. Either way, she made it abundantly clear she could have eaten him in a single gulp if it wasn't for that barrier. And the slick blowjob she was giving to the raven ensured that he was leaking even more pre into the latex, soaking the feline down right down to the skin, marking him down with that increasingly enticing musk. His purrs were constant, making him a little vibrator pushing in and out between those canine lips, until she just nibbled right upon him and made him yelp.

Her teeth were plenty dangerous, poking through the latex just a little, allowing a little leak. He wasn't harmed any by it, and he was thankful for the ventilation. The heat in there, with his body almost completely immobilized trapped against the raven's dick was getting overwhelming. He panted out and gasped a little, getting more room to breathe as some of that pre dribbled out the small holes she made. Though it was quickly replaced by her flowing drool as she whipped her tongue over the kitty bulge in that condom. He had never been so pleased about being drenched.

Mia's sex was saturated with her lusty juices after she'd sucked on Quoth for a while. She probably could have finished him off with just a few more vigorous slurps, but she instead just left him at that twitching, taut, dripping state of need while she pulled her lips off of him and turned her tail around. Teri's viewpoint was slightly blurred by all the fluids smeared over the latex but he got a pretty good look at everything. And he had always wanted to see that lovely dog bending herself over and lifting her tail high, showing off the damp, smeared lips of her puffy sex, fluids running thick down the back of her thighs while she wagged her tail excitedly, fanning her pheromones in Quoth's direction. The cat caught plenty of them too, falling into a nearly transfixed state of lust as he writhed there beneath the protective coating.

He was about to get a whole lot more than just a whiff. There was no denying a dog all bent over and offering her haunches like that. Quoth mounted her in an instant. The sound of squelching pussy wrapping around that latex-clad cock was almost deafening for Teri, and he gave an excited little gasp as he vanished into those darkened depths. The juices were flowing freely, leaking through those little teethmarks left upon the condom. Her arousal was intense, and she was nearly growling back to the raven by the time he was snugly balls-deep within her sex. Quoth didn't quite answer her aggressive call immediately, instead just lining himself up and giving a little extra care to ensure he wasn't hurting Teri any. It was difficult for the cat to signal that everything was fine, given his confined position and increasing intoxication, but he made sure not to voice any complaint. He wanted to delve deep into that pulsing cavern all spread out and pretended before him. And he was going to ride Quoth's cock all the way.

Mia's moans rumbled through her body while she clenched around the raven's cock. Teri got to feel her walls squeezing and massaging all around him, pouring thick applications of her juices over that wrapped shaft, and into every piecing she'd created. And then he was just right along for the ride while those two normal-sized giants fucked with him caught up in between. He could feel every single little flex, every throb, every spurt. Mia was getting tighter. Squeezing in around that hard cock like a vise as she got more worked up, which just meant Teri ended up squished into the underside of the raven's dick as firmly as could be, making a small indent in that spire despite how hard it was.

He couldn't even gasp as he felt himself plunging in and out, the wriggles of his form adding that much more stimulation to the whole thing. When he rubbed against the canine's slit he made sure to stretch his hands out, to massage at it as best he could, feeling his whole body squishing to that firm, sensitive nub. His reward was getting to listen to Mia cry out in bliss at the stimulation, and to feel her juices gushing all around him. Plenty of the warm stuff found its way right through and onto his fur, somehow making him even wetter than before. She wasn't cumming, but it felt like she was close. Especially once he got plunged inside again and felt her going so dangerously tight around him, almost smothering him. But enduring that juicy assault, that pressure, that squeezing, Teri was finding he was a whole lot tougher than he thought himself.

The noise was getting deafening too, as Quoth moved on from fucking to outright pounding that dog's pussy like a feral bird of prey. He was being a whole lot less careful than before, but something told Teri that even in such a state, he'd never stopped watching out for him. One wrong thrust too hard and the little cat could have been crushed, but it never came to that. Even once he felt Mia's constrictions coming harder, faster. Until they were frightfully rapid. He could hear her nearly screaming, even filtered through the wet squelches around him. She was shaking, and he shook right with her. And then the sound of her squirting echoed in his ears for half a moment, until that condom ripped open a little wider and let her outpouring of steaming juices hit him directly in the face. His mouth and nose got filled with the watery stuff, imbuing him with her scent, making him sputter and gulp it down to keep from choking or outright drowning. And it was about to get a whole lot messier in that broken prison.

He heard a distinct caw. Knowing Quoth a while, of course he'd heard him make sounds like that plenty of times before. But this one was different. A deep, crooning groan that announce how good it felt to have Mia's pussy gushing and clenching all around him. Teri felt the raven's cock flexing harder, bulging bigger than before, stretching the confines of that condom, ruining it just a little more but not quite breaking it. Then the veins upon Quoth's shaft were bulging, twitching, and finally he was spurting out his cum. Some of it escaped, oozing thick and hot into the canine's sex. But most of it remained trapped beneath the latex, stretching it out with that heated load, and Teri was right there to soak in it all.

First it was just trickling down to him, most of it accumulating in that stretched tip of the condom. As the pressure built, more of it got squeezed down to pour all over him, until he wasn't just drenched anymore. He was submerged. From head down to his toes, every single orifice filling with raven seed, while the musk and flavour swam through his senses. It was thick enough he could barely even more in all that mess, and the heat was near to making him simply pass right out. But it was silky, smooth, and smelled pleasantly of lusty bird. And as he felt the two lovers settling down together, sighing as their afterglows set in, he only then realized that he'd given his own contribution to that creamy mess somewhere amid all the chaos. That left him slumping into contented orgasm, at least once he'd squirmed enough that some of that cum had dribbled out through the hole and he could breathe again. Some of it still clogged his throat, and he coughed until he was clear, sucking in the heat all around him while he tingled with the giants.

The sound of pulling out was a sloppy one, Mia's juices still running thick down her thighs and matting down her fur. Teri remained trapped against the raven's cock a while longer, unable to move enough to escape through that widening tear in the latex. Quoth looked down at him, watching close with a little smirk and a click of his beak. Mia was there soon enough too, looming in, grinning with all those teeth so much more intimidating than they usually were. Especially when she made them glisten with a thorough slurp that seemed to cover every single one of them in turn, showing off just how abundantly her saliva was flowing.

"Give him here. I think he needs to get cleaned up!" she gleefully said, while her wet tongue flopped about with the force of her panting.

Quoth could only comply. He didn't even have to do anything but faintly gasp as Mia handled his sensitive shaft, slowly pulling the cum-bloated condom right off of him and hefting it up in the air. She let it swing back and forth, sloshing, dripping down onto the bed and her own breasts alike while she stared at its contents. Teri couldn't do much more than stare back, cautious of the hungry look in her eyes. But from so close, her mouth did look awfully comfy. All wet and smooth and shining, her breath sweet and hot. It was enough to keep him from worrying too much even when she tipped that condom upside down, splashing him in all the cum around him, and began to messily squeeze him out of it as if she were drinking the juice of a frozen treat.

First there was the raven's seed, pouring out in a puddle upon her tongue, swirling off to nestle in her cheeks and gums if it didn't just run down to the tip. Long strands of the potent stuff hung from her chin, swaying as she huffed in excitement, broadcasting that heat right into Teri's face. He was sweltering, but he could still get hotter. Like when he finally tumbled from that condom and landed on her extended tongue, splatting down into all the cum that had gathered there, sending it flinging off in all directions on impact. She let him linger there a moment, and then just whipped her tongue upwards, curling it around him and dragging him inwards to be engulfed in the sweltering heat of her mouth.

It was dark in there. Only a little light managed to slip between her sealed lips, and the sounds were just as wet as her pussy. She sucked on him a while, simply squeezing down as if to wring him dry of all the cum that was clinging to his fur. But she was drooling far too much for his fur to return to normal. He squirmed about some, but he was just as helpless as before. Maybe he had more range of motion, but that big doggy tongue easily overpowered him. He was pinned to the sides of her mouth, squeezed, soaked, even nibbled just a little. She could have easily bit him much harder than that, but she simply pressed the points of her teeth in against his skin, letting him feel them, letting them knead him, but never hurting. A dangerous tease while she drooled all over his sodden fur.

There was still plenty of cum left clinging to his pelt and skin, but before she could clean it all first he felt himself sliding about with the momentum of her leaning forth. He almost collided with her front teeth, but she parted them just in time for him to slip right through. Rather than go soaring off into the air, he instead found himself hitting another wet surface, landing right atop the raven's tongue as the bird and dog locked together in a kiss. As best a beak and muzzle could fit anyway. It certainly made for a solid tunnel for Teri to slide through, ending up in the raven's beak and rushing towards his throat before Quoth stopped him by pinning him to the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He wasn't drooling quite as much as the shepherd, but Teri wasn't getting any dryer.

They toyed with him as they kissed, pushing him around in Quoth's mouth with their tongues. Slapping and slipping them all over the feline's body, drinking off the cum that clung to him. He tried to defend himself with his raised hands, but he just continuously whapped with both of those slurpers, listening to the flesh sounds of them sucking and on each other when they weren't working on him. Eventually they were passing him back and forth, tossing him about like he were little more than a toy, a morsel. He ended up in Mia's maw again, then back in Quoth's beak, sucked and nibbled all the while while those two pressed close and rubbed on each other's bodies, getting each other worked up again. Or maybe they were just turned on by the feeling of having so much power over him. Either way, Teri was flattered to be part of something special.

Finally, he flopped onto Mia's outstretched tongue again and felt her seal him back behind her lips and teeth with a heavy slurp. Quoth licked at his own beak a while, cleaning the mess, making its edges glisten. The dog didn't hesitate this time. She simply started sucking on him, pressing down upon his body until he was so deeply nestled into her tongue he swore he was going to leave an imprint. The pressure was never uncomfortable, even while he was pinned against the roof of her mouth like that. There was a nice squishy surface between him, cushioning his drenched body while she seemed poised to suck every single last drop of the raven's cum right out of his fur. Until it felt like she was going to slurp the fur right off his body.

All the while, he could feel her throat flexing. She was mostly just gulping down cum and her own accumulated saliva, but Teri could feel a tug all the way down at his feet and tail tip. Any closer, and she would have had a grip on him. With how strong she was swallowing, he was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to escape from such a hold. She would have been eating him, whether she wanted to or not. So he cautiously curled up into a bit more of a ball, pulling his knees up towards his chest. Not that it did much to protect him from her noisy sucks, the sound of smacking lips echoing in his ears until they were ringing just a little.

Maybe she could sense his apprehension, because it was right about then that she finally pulled him of her mouth. Two fingers around his scruff left him dangling there in the open air, briefly shivering at the rush of cold compared to the hot doggy breath of that toothy cavern he'd just left. He couldn't even bring himself to reach up and wipe some of the drool off of his face. The bird and dog were exchanging a knowing glance once more as Mia just kept him dangling there, letting him gently sway back and forth in her grip just long enough for him to wonder what she was up to. He had always known her as gentle, if playful. Once she had a shrunken cat in her paws, she was positively devious. Admittedly, he had to admire how feline she was being for a dog.

Neither Teri nor even Quoth expected what she did next. With one hand, she seized a firm hold of the raven's cock, making him squark out in surprise. She held on tight, keeping him pointed upwards while he throbbed between her fingers. Plenty aroused despite the surprise, maybe even because of it. With the other hand, she manipulated her grip on Teri, turning him right around to point downwards while she clutched her fingers around his waist. His mind was swimming with ideas of exactly what was happening, but he didn't manage to voice a single word of protest before he was shoved right into the raven's cock headfirst without so much as a warning.

He could hear Quoth cawing, but his ears were soon pinned to his head as he got wrapped up in the clenching inner muscles of that spire. Shocked as he was by the sudden intrusion, the raven didn't mind at all. Arching his back, he spread his wings ride and gave a few groans, but a moment of adjustment later and he was smoothly accepting the entire wiggling feline right down into his gaping cockslit. Teri thought he was stifled by the heat before. Then he was practically cooking in that warmth as he felt those snakelike constrictions all around his body. First just his head, but then upwards onto his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides as he sweated and gasped down towards the raven's sack.

Judging by how naturally Quoth's cock flexed around him, dragging him downwards as if by instinct, the raven had done this before. Funny, Teri never figured him for the cock vore type - but guess that was a kink that was catching on even more these days. He'd always liked the idea. But the reality was a lot more overwhelming than he expected. Those hard squeezes had him bulging beneath the skin, while his flailing legs ran out of energy, the heat just sucking it right out of him. Despite how hot he was in there, the intensifying scent kept him from worrying too much. He was getting increasingly intoxicated, sniffing at the raven's sweet musk right from the potent source. His descent wasn't stopping, leaving him certain he was heading right into the bird's balls. And there was nothing he could do about it.

The only question was what was going to happen to him once he was in there. He could hear a faint churning, a gurgling of fluids below him that hinted at his potential fate. But Quoth wouldn't really do that to him, would he? He shifted as that cock overtook his own, schulrping it inside with enough of a squeeze that he whimpered. As recently as he'd orgasmed, he was hard again, still pretty sensitive but enjoying every smooth slide as he made his way down those inches, grinding all the way. He was dripping, but he hardly noticed, getting increasingly plastered with thicker and thicker pre until he finally was just dunked right below the creamy surface sloshing in one of the bird's big balls.

He sagged it plenty. It hung lower than the other, swinging and bouncing with the sudden increase in weight. But he fit just fine. He was trapped beneath the surface of all that raven cum for a while as his legs vanished into the raven's cock, but by the time Quoth's cockslit sealed back up behind his feet, Teri was able to scramble back to the surface where there was air to breathe. If it could even be called that. It was thick with the potent scent of fresh raven cum, sloshing all around him, filling the slick chamber right up to his chin. His feet followed the rest of him, splatting into that cream, raising the level even higher until Teri had to tilt his muzzle back just to keep from going under. But he couldn't bring himself to panic, or even worry. He trusted the bird, perhaps foolishly. And besides, all that cum glorping around his body felt so very pleasant. Silky, smooth, and just the sort of hot that made his every muscle want to relax and sink into down into its steaming embrace. Like an especially lewd and intimate version of a hot tub.

Before he could really settle in, he felt his position jostled around by some attention from the outside. Even with all the churning around him, he could hear Mia's excited giggle. She was wagging her tail, toying with the raven's nuts, making them bounce all around and clench down on their occupant. Teri pressed on those walls as they closed in on him, feeling the cum levels rising right up over his head only to simmer back down once the pressure subsided. Somehow, his lungs weren't bothering him. The air was thick with pheromones potent enough to knock him out, but in his increasingly dazed lust all worries, all bodily needs just seemed to melt away.

He wondered just a little if his body was doing the same. To test, he wiggled his toes, swished his tail around as best he could, pressing it through that thick cream. His extremities hadn't numbed or anything, and he still felt solid as could be. Which made sense. It was only cum. It wasn't like it could magically digest him or something. He was pretty certain. Though he probably couldn't have stayed in there forever. As much as sudden moments of tightness made it hard for him every time the raven's balls pulled tighter to his body, they did seem to be churning something up. He was leaking pre in generous gobs, heavy enough to audibly splat down on the sheets below while the shepherd played with him. She was teasing, touching, prodding, doing everything she could to work him up without actually pleasuring him too much. Keeping him right at the very peak of arousal, tense and even shaking, making him faintly crow through his clenched beak.

"How's he doing in there?" she teased, rubbing just a single finger up and down the raven's cock, keeping him minimally stimulated so he didn't soften, but making him want more.

"I think he's fine," Quoth huffed, curling his toes, digging his talons into the mattress.

"Fine? You haven't even checked on him," Mia playfully scolded.

She reached down and gave that sagging nut a prod, feeling Teri wriggling around in there. He was having more and more trouble keeping himself from going under all the cum. Quoth seemed to be churning up more and more in his arousal, and the pre that leaked out wasn't doing much to lower the levels. He had his muzzled titled straight up, just his lips and nose poking above the swishing surface. Gasping out to make sure he didn't faint, and fighting against his own urges to just give in. To submit to that musk, and sink beneath the surface, whatever it might have meant for him. Getting basted in fresh cum like that was playing with his instincts, until they were all but screaming at him inside his own head to submit.

Mia hefted Quoth's entire sack in both hands and just let them pulse there on her palms. She clutched with her fingers and gave Teri a little knead, feeling him struggling. Despite her attention making it even more precarious for him, he didn't seem to mind. Maybe even relaxed a little for her. She licked her chops, and then just went down to drag a slurp along the very tip of the raven's shaft, cleaning off all the pre that was dangling there, swallowing down that one long watery strand in a single gulp before looking back up to him with a grin.

"I'm sure he likes it in there, but he can't stay forever. Why don't you let me help you both?"

Quoth cawed suspiciously. "You just want to eat him yourself."

"Maybe. Maybe I'm just worried about the little shrunken cutie. This is a rescue mission!"

"You put him there in the first place!"

She stuck her tongue out at him, flinging a bit of drool onto his cock tip. "Irrelevant. Hey, what about a bet? I know how much you like those."

"I didn't know this was a trait of mine. Though I'm admittedly curious." He tipped his head at her.

She was grinning even wider, her wagging approaching manic levels, a blur of motion. "How about we say if I can suck him right out of you within a minute, then I get him."

Quoth narrowed his gaze at her suspiciously. "You get him? That's awfully vague."

"Are you really in much position to argue?" She poked at Teri, rubbing her finger in slow circles on that sagging, engorged nut.

The raven just puffed out a steamy breath. She was right. He really was in no mood for a debate. Strenuously reaching over to his nearby phone, he set the timer. "Alright. You're on. One minute. Even like this, I bet you can't do it. Starting ... now!"

She lunged. It was enough to even startle Quoth for a second as she went right for his dick, wrapping her lips taut around its tip and sliding it along her tongue all the way to the base. She didn't mind swallowing it, letting it pulse right into her throat, as she engulfed it in her drooling grip. Simply sucking at first, not even bobbing her head, she almost made him blow right away with the force of her powerful suction. He stretched out and spread his legs, giving her more access and leaning back on his planted hands, cawing towards the ceiling as he tightened his stomach muscles, holding onto his orgasm. Just a little longer and he wouldn't have to admit to losing a bet with her. He knew how unbearable she'd be about it. With a strained grunt, he glanced over to the timer to see how much longer he'd have to withstand her lovely mouth. It had only been five seconds.

First his toes, curled tight, and then his hands. He balled them into fists while he felt his balls going tighter, tighter. For a moment he was worried about outright crushing Teri with how taut they were getting around the feline's firm, but he couldn't focus. And he wasn't about to stop Mia from doing what she was doing, not for anything. From simply sucking she began slurping up and down, Using her lips as much as her tongue, sloppily massaging the raven's every inch while she bobbed her head along it. Tilting her muzzle this way and that, she made sure to come at him from unexpected angles, being as thorough as she could just in case any particular spot, any bulging vein was extra sensitive. He was already gushing his pre right down her throat to the point she could have argued she'd already made him cum, but she wasn't going to be satisfied until she'd earned her squirming prize.

Teri was getting increasingly submerged, shoved down to the bottom of the raven's sack by those clenches that were getting more rapid by the second. He listened to the raven groaning, could feel his pelvic muscles tightening nearby, and the cum around him was roiling. It splattered on the walls, it got him in the face, though he wasn't sure he could possibly be more soaked in it. Aside from simply becoming part of it, but for the time being he was still intact, still a feline, just one whose every orifice was filled with the bird's thick seed. When he felt one particularly hard squeezed down upon him, and heard that stifled caw, he knew that Mia had won. He couldn't see the timer, but counting in his head, he didn't get any farther than twenty seconds before he was shooting right back into the shaft that had consumed him, bulging a wriggling outline all the way to the tip, propelled by a high pressure jet of raven cum .

Somehow, the canine's muzzle actually seemed cool in comparison to being trapped down in the bird's nuts. Her breath was a welcome change as well. He went splashing between her lips as if emerging from a waterslide, cum shooting off in all directions, escaping down the sides of her mouth and hitting her fur from the force. He managed to cling onto her tongue for a while, sliding slowly forward, but Quoth wasn't done cumming. More and more ropes hit him in the back, pushing him towards that looming gullet, while Mia guzzled seed, swallowing it down without stopping, that tight embrace coming dangerously close to Teri's feet. This time, he wasn't able to squirm away from it, and she wasn't feeling merciful.

When he felt the first tug around his ankles, he helped and flipped himself over. Though he had claws, he couldn't bring himself to use them on the canine. Hell, with how small he was they might not have done anything but annoy her anyway. So he was just left with the futile task of trying to cling onto her slippery tongue, failing to get a decent grip while the raven's jizz hit him directly in the face. He sputtered and coughed, still not having fulled cleared it out of his throat, not even able to get a final cry out of his lips before he felt another yank right up around his waist, and was plunging backwards into the humid darkness of the German shepherd's gullet.

It wasn't quite as tight a squeeze as the raven's dick, but the muscles that constricted all around him were much more powerful. Unlike Quoth's shaft, Mia's throat was made for consuming things. Food, prey. She might have just been a dog, but she still remembered how to be a wolf to some extent. And that meant she knew prey when she felt it. Any wriggling Teri might have done just seemed to spur her on, make her swallow even harder all around him. Until he was forced right down, just a bulge in her fluffy neckfur, vanishing from the light towards the gurgling depths below. His best effort at properly expressing how he felt about that was to faintly mew, a sound drowned out by the hungry rumbles that awaited him in that slimy chamber.

Once she felt he cat pop right into her stomach, Mia gave a refreshed 'ahhhh' and licked her chops. She was grinning wildly at the raven as he lay slumped back in orgasm, and she made him outright yelp with a quick application of her tongue to his flopping cock. The un-birdlike sound made her laugh out loud above him.

"Told you! Now I get to keep him for as long as I want. Really, you should thank me! I saved the helpless bird from the deadly feline! You can always trust a dog to put a kitty in his place."

Reaching down, she gave her belly a proud, still chuckling with glee. Teri definitely felt it. He had splashed into the bottom of her belly, left to mingle about with the remnants of her previous meals. It wasn't entirely unpleasant in there - seemed the dog had a particular taste for sweet treats, many of which hadn't quite digested. But it was still a stomach, which meant it was hot, messy, and sloshing noisily with its mushy contents. Unrecognizable bits of chyme swirled all around his waist as he stood, leaning against one of the slippery walls, and her gut itself was far from dormant. It grumbled noisily around him, the walls flexing and squeezing inwards, giving a few compression that would have been deadly to be caught between. Thankfully, he had plenty of breathing room in there, not in any danger of being crushed anytime soon.

It was a little less safe for him once she belched. That sucked some of the air out from around him, projecting it into the air while she smacked her chops and licked the last of the musky flavour from her teeth and gums. He could hear her tongue slopping about above, and saliva was a constant drizzle down onto his head from the taut sphincter up above. It was well out of his reach, the walls around him completely untraversable, and any effort to get a decent jump was hindered by the juicy sludge clinging to his fur. He was left to wade around in her faintly hissing digestives, wondering if she was still teasing or if she had really gone too far. Quoth didn't seem too concerned for him, at least not yet, which was partly comforting. He probably knew her better than Teri did, but he might have just been distracted by orgasm.

Eventually, he called out.

"Do I get no say in this?" He waited to see if they would react, if they could even hear him.

Just to make himself more obvious, he prodded at the belly wall in front of him. Mia responded with a firm prod right back, knocking him right off his feet with the force, leaving him sloshing around in the murky sludge that was her former meals. Once he struggled back to swaying surface, sputtering and wiping at his face, he could feel and hear Mia giggling. It shook the chamber all around him, creating waves that threatened to flatten him as they grew.

"Nope! You're all mine, sweetie! Time to see how good the bird is with his tongue!"

There was no outright malice in her voice, but that almost made it more intimidating. She was simply having fun, paying no mind to how worried she was making Teri, giggling away while he struggled to keep from being submerged in her digestives. Quoth was offering no assistance either. He was far too drained, still staring at the ceiling. Even when she started climbing right on top of him, he didn't bother to resist or complain.

"Like I said. I know you love making bets," she teased the bird. "And I feel like I'm already on a hot streak. So how about another one?"

"Mmmf," Quoth said, which was about the best he could manage as she just went right ahead and outright mounted his face.

She was sitting on his chest, weighing down on him heavily enough to make his his breathing slightly shallow, and her well-soaked sex was right in his face. Bobbing her hips, thrusting forward, jostling around her slimed-up captive in her belly all the while, she got herself comfortable nested right up against the raven's beak. Still wearing that big, doggish grin, she started to grind herself right against his beak until he simply extended his tongue for her to rub her clit on, recognizing the urging.

"So here's my idea. Make me cum in time, and you'll save your tiny friend! But I mean. It's getting pretty gurgly in there. I don't hear any sizzling yet, but, you know. Better get licking."

Maybe she was exaggerating how much danger Teri was actually in. As far as he could tell, nothing was digesting him yet. It was warm, it was messy, and the air was thick with the smell of former meals. Not foul, but heavy. He was breathing slower than usual, making the most of every breath, just trying to keep himself steady while he leaned against one of the slippery walls for balance. Even then he was sliding around as she bounced and shook, clenching her muscles in pleasure and making her stomach churn noisily for a moment as she cried out in delight, feeling the raven's tongue upon her netherlips.

Mia pressed and massaged into her stomach muscles while she rode Quoth's face, slowly sliding back and forth to smear his beak with her copious juices. They were flowing generously, pouring down the contours of his face, marking his feathers while he pressed in and ate her out. Slowly at first, and then more rapidly, using the curves of his beak to grind between those lips while he laid some sopping slurps across her clit, over and over, unrelenting. When he could hear her stomach rumbling, could tell just how hungry she really was, he figured he didn't have much time. And he couldn't hear Teri's protests, couldn't feel him squirming, so he had to assume things were much worse for him in there that it seemed.

It was hard to tell who was sloppier. That wet tongue or those thickly oozing lips, the shepherd gushing all over his feathers before she'd even climaxed. Down in her gut, Teri could hear her moaning out. It was getting louder, harsher. Adding a bit of a growl beneath her feminine groans. He could feel that sound. Rumbling all around him, adding to the jostling of the fluids all around him, vibrating the chamber until it looked like the stuff was boiling. He was sweating, feeling bits of food clinging to his legs, sticking in his fur. The only thing that really got him through without fainting in the heat was the thought of a shower after it was all over. There was nothing he wanted more in the world.

Carefully easing down upon it, Mia started to take the raven's beak directly inside of her. She tossed her head back with a heavy bark, beating her tail against Quoth's thighs, back and forth, brushing against his somewhat soft cock in between. He was firming up at her taste. That sheer flavour of horny dog, riding his entire beak until he was completely immersed in her juicy insides, feeling her flexing down hard, gushing all over him, audibly squelching with just how wet his plunging tongue was making her. Ht couldn't possible have been doing any better. But whether it was going to be enough to stave off those constant churns, he wasn't sure. He just had to keep eating deep, keep sliding his tongue back and forth, messily fucking that canine's cunt until he was utterly soaked. She was juicing him all the way down to his chest feathers, drooling, panting all the while.

Things got more intense for Teri too as she got more excited. Where before she seemed to be intentionally relaxing her stomach, keeping a close eye on how he was actually doing in there, as her climax neared, and tension rattled through her muscles. He could feel her belly clenching, feel those walls closing in like he were caught in a trash compactor. The sludge around him rose right up, and he felt something tingling over his skin as the juices churned much more vigorously. Was that some of his fur floating up around him? He couldn't tell, but he could feel some particularly itchy patches on his skin, bits of him that felt smoothed over, unprotected. Nothing was hurting him yet. But it wasn't a good sign.

Moreover was the pokes and prods he felt from the other meals the dog had eaten. Most of it was melted, unrecognizable, less than crumbs. But as things got tighter for him in there, giving him less room to maneuver and avoid the bits that floated amid the mess, he could feel a couple pieces of something distinctly firmer than the others. They poked at him, smooth but hard, and he wasn't sure in the darkness but he was fairly certain they were bones. Softened by digested, but not fully broken down. Maybe it was just a meal of hers - dogs liked bones, right? Or maybe they were the only remnants of another entire person she had digested. Maybe he wouldn't even have been her first.

He didn't have long to consider it before he heard her climaxing. She cycled through a couple canine sounds, barking, growling, whimpering, before finally settling on a scream distinctly unbecoming of a dog. She had a beak buried with her to clench down upon, a tongue stretching out all the way to her deepest reaches, and she was riding Quoth hard enough to squeak the bed beneath him, nearly crushing him if the mattress wasn't so soft. After a particularly hard clamp down on the majority of the raven's face, she was finally squirting out, spraying him down in those heated juices as thickly as if she were male. A great big splatter of sex-scented fluids layered onto Quoth's every feature, pooling all around his head and marking him down in that warm aroma. Overwhelming, but at least telling him he'd done a good job.

In her peak, she completely lost control of her belly, letting those churns grow even harsher until they were tossing Teri all about like he were caught up in a tumble dry. One that was filled with her former lunch and breakfast. He yelped out but quickly sealed his lips tight as he rolled around in those fluids, feeling himself leaving his feet, getting thrown from one wall to another. Curling himself up tight, he just did his best to protect his body as he sloshed and splatted from one side of the shepherd's stomach to the other. Impacting the walls hard, he felt slime flinging off in all directions, felt himself being squeezed and compressed by those particularly hungry churns. They squished around him hard enough to knock the breath right out of him, making him grunt and choke just a little. When finally she stopped crying out in bliss, settling into a twitching, squirming afterglow, her digestive process relaxed again and he went sliding all the way back down to the bottom, splashing deep beneath the bubbling surface, exhausted.

It took him some time to do inventory on his body parts once he paddled back to the surface. Leaning heavily against one of the walls, he caught his breath in the heated air and felt over his figure to check for injury. It seemed like nothing was broken or missing, and aside from a few patches of fur there was no real damage. Just a bit of battering. He slipped and went under once again when the chamber shifted, Mia climbing off of the exhausted raven's face and having a seat on the side of the bed. While Teri fought to stand once more,s he poked at him, knocking him to his knees, giving a little giggle.

"You're so cute in there. Just the perfect place for a tiny cat. I can feel how much you're squirming. You don't have to panic! I can control this pretty well, you know."

She demonstrated what she meant by flexing her abdomen again, pressing those walls inwards until Teri was trapped between them, acids bubbling up all around him, bringing back that tingle and that itch once more. She released him just as he was starting to feel a slight sting, no worse than the bite of an insect, but an ominous sign of things to come. Flailing for balance, he finally found his footing and thumped against those walls a little in protest.

"You said you'd let me out! That was definitely you cumming, from the sound of it!"

"Maybe I faked it," she teased, despite how obviously she'd gushed all over the bird.

"You wouldn't really digest me," he asserted, almost whimpering as he realized how easily she could have just relaxed, and silenced his pleading with some gurgles.

"Why not? You're already in my stomach. That makes you food, doesn't it? Food gets digested and turned into pudge."

For emphasis, she gripped at her slight paunch of a belly, and gave it a shake. Just a subtle playful gesture for her, but Teri ended up thrown right up into the air to hit the top of that stomach. Then he went plummeting back down, bellyflopping atop that sludge before slipping under again. As before, he was sputtering by the time he struggled to the surface, shaking himself off much like a dog himself. Somehow he could tell that Mia was grinning. Maybe it was her tone.

"See? I know just what to do with you! Dogs eat cats, you know. That's just the natural order of things."

"That's ... that's not how it works at all! Quoooooth!" he called to his friend, hoping the bird would interfere somehow.

But the raven wasn't going to help him. The evening's activities had proven so draining for him that he had actually drifted off there where he was sprawled, letting the warmth of Mia's climax settle into his feathers. He definitely didn't hear Teri calling him in his dreamy state. So it was just going to be the two of them for a while. Dog and the cat she had consumed whole.

"Hee, sleepy birdy. Looks like I have you all to myself for a while. I could just squeeze and spit you out right now if I really wanted."

She showed him exactly what she meant by pressing inwards and putting just the right pressure on her gut, pushing Teri up towards the top of it and that tight sphincter that awaited up there. Going all the way back up her throat was going to be no smaller effort. He definitely couldn't make the climb himself. If he managed to escape, it was going to be Mia's decision to let him out.

"But you just feel so good in there!" she continued.

She was speaking a little softer, both to keep from waking the raven, and also because her voice was getting a little shaky in her pleasure. Even from the inside, Teri could hear something schlicking, and he correctly guessed that she had several fingers stuffed right into her soaked sex. Even though she'd only just peaked, the feeling of having live, complaining prey inside of her was simply serving as an unlimited source of sexual fuel. Rocking her body back and forth, she humped her own digits, getting off on the feeling of keeping him.

She wasn't digesting him, still not yet, but the more worked up she got the less control she had over that gentle simmer. Teri slumped, sighing out, his breath steaming in the air around him. Maybe he just had to endure. And as he listened to her moaning again, getting off just on the naughty indulgence of keeping him a captive in her own stomach, he had to admit it was stirring something in him. Making him twitch a little, making him firm up the longer he listened to her muffled calls of bliss. He could feel her contracting all around him, feel those muscles tensing, and could hear her belly gurgling on him while she masturbated herself slickly. So finally he just decided to join in.

When she realized what that wiggly motion was inside of her, she giggled and licked her chops in delight. "Oh, good, good boy! Cum for me in there! I know how much you love it even when you pretend you don't. You know that all I have to do is let go for a few minutes, and that would be it for you ..."

The fact that she still spoke about it as a hypothetical, as something she wouldn't really do, as much as she was teasing, it gave him some small sense of comfort. Every second spent inside of her was converting her teasing into reality, but he couldn't think about it. From slowly stroking and massaging he set to rapidly jerking at his firmed up shaft, keeping it above the sloshing surface and pointing it upwards while he got off to the thought of the danger. To her power over him, and to her pleasure. When he heard those doggish whimpers of climax, felt those dangerous clenches of her muscles all around him, even heard her somehow gushing just as thickly as before, he came for her. Just like she wanted. Tiny ropes of his seed laid out over that simmering surface in the dark, but they didn't feel small to him. His hips rocked back and forth while he cried out, mewling, yowling even, emptying his balls and hitting a blissful, relaxed afterglow before he even finished spurting.

She set to licking off her splattered digits, adding a small sample of her flavour and her aroused scent to the cocktail of digestives all around the feline. He slumped down, panting heavily, toying with the urge to simply faint. But he held onto his consciousness. He wanted to endure the treatment, the domination of being held captive in a friend's very own body. Never in a million years would he have guessed the cute, seemingly innocent doggy was into this kind of thing. But the longer she insisted on keeping him, the longer he managed to survive inside of her, the less dread of what might happen he felt.

"Goooood kitty," she huffed, finally sounding subdued. Her belly relaxed once more, no longer bubbling or churning, simply dormant as she kept him captive for a little while longer. "You've probably earned your freedom by now. But maybe I'm still making up my mind."

He listened to her sigh, felt her muscles loosening as she relaxed into her third afterglow. All blended up into one sweet, happy sensation that would have been perfect for a nap, or even a full night's sleep. He was only intact for her continued mercy, her efforts to restrain what came naturally to a stomach when it sensed food. If she gave in to temptation, there was no telling what might happen to him. He probably wouldn't have lasted until she woke up, for certain. She hmmmed and huffed and panted slowly, sounding blissfully relaxed. Like she could have easily nodded off at any second. But he wasn't panicking, or even worrying that much anymore.

It was up to her, after all. She'd already proven herself the predator. And he was bringing her so much pleasure. He thought about her body, about her sexy curves and the slight softness of her belly. He imagined what it might have been like to simply become a part of all that. Her stomach gave a few more gurgles, just a few glorps that escaped her clutching muscles. She wasn't settling, wasn't lying down. She probably wouldn't really do it, probably wasn't selfish enough to simply forget about him and let herself sleep him off. He was probably going to be safe, any moment now, when she finally decided all the teasing was enough. He was mostly certain a friend like her wasn't really like that. But he'd learned a lot about her today already.

"Good boy," she simply told him again, patting at the slight bulge of his form, massaging him right through the layers. And that didn't really tell him anything about her plans. He could only wait, recovering, keeping himself awake, and wonder if maybe, just maybe, she might really let him stay in there. She had promised. He didn't think she was a liar. But it was hard to argue with that deep-rooted wolfish instinct that kept telling her to disregard the safety of some mere shrunken food-cat simmering away in her stomach. It would have been so easy to make him nothing more than her morsel.