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The grey wolf settled back into his bed, grasping his writhing belly with one hand as his other elbow dug into the mattress, easing his shoulders down to the sheets. When Forest's head finally settled into the pillow, he exhaled in relief. "Settle in, Trissie." He addressed his occupant without looking away from the ceiling, his emerald eyes half-focused behind his glasses.

Tris' own glasses were safely out of the way, on the nightstand. The pup's clothes were strewn around the room along with the wolf's, and at the moment no other sign of him showed beyond the distentions he made in his predator.

"You're mine for a good long while..." Forest licked his lips of the residual vanilla flavor that his canine companion left behind. He freed his previously supporting arm from his side to wrap around the lower curve of his greatly stretched belly, grasping at the contours of his friend and meal, smirking a bit as this elicited another squirm. That reaction just got him lightly rolling back and forth, bumping his tummy to the sheets on either side of him playfully with each repetition.

"I... I'm trying but you won't stop jostling me around..." The muffled reply of his large prey sounded from the lump in his midsection. The side of his head pressed outward as he braced his paws forward, one on either side of a draping arm, adding to the tension there.

The wolf growled and grinned. "You just feel so good in there I can't leave you alone." He reached his arms as far as he could around his own belly and squeezed in a tight bear hug. At the same time his stomach walls contracted greedily, squeezing down on the pup within. "Oh, you're going to look so good on me, puppy..."

Tristan whined out, quivering and fidgeting as the arms and stomach walls conspired to make moving near impossible. His already flustered disposition wasn't helped by the teasing words reverberating around him amidst the gastric squelches and steady beat of his predator's heart. As the walls relaxed and allowed him movement again, he rolled onto his back, knees pressed outward with his head straining against the roof of the stomach. "You do carry me really well..." He admitted, bashfully.

Forest chuckled and nuzzled into the shape of the cranium encroaching on his chest with a greedy rumble. "Gonna sleep you off..." He kissed the top of the dog's head through his own pelt. "Get to the part where you're all mine~" He crooned, clenching down again, while pressing up on the underside of Tris' knees.

The combination of pressures forced the labrador's knees up to his own chest. He writhed, grinding his thighs together and feeling the thick stomach juices squelching between them. He realized that he couldn't feel his fur in that process, and turned his hand paws from pressing at the pillowy folds of stomach lining to checking his inner thigh and along his own tummy. Indeed, he found no fur, and the flesh there was softer than he was accustomed to. He couldn't feel his claws at the tips of his fingers anymore either. He had definitely began the process of rendering down into nutritious goop for the wolf to assimilate. "Should be soon..." He said, just loud enough to be heard by his keen-eared predator.

"That's it, puppy." The lupine pressed his elbows into the bedding and planted his feet on the mattress, giving himself the leverage to lift his hips, forcing his meal to get sloshed up towards his face. "Just... aungh... give in..." He groaned in pleasure amidst his order, clenching his stomach walls down firmly. The tension of just those muscles drew the form of Tris back up into his lap against gravity. He tilted his head back and parted his jaws. A bass, saliva-laden belch surged from his muzzle. When he relaxed his stomach muscles, the shape of his belly hardly gained any volume for the weakening pup to move around within, so much space had been robbed with that air. He flexed one leg at a time to gently rock his hips back and forth, pressing his chin to his chest to watch the less and less defined shape sway.

He could feel the movements within settle into weak quivers and faint, shallow breaths. The wolf knew his prey had succumbed to his body. He clenched his stomach muscles down again, letting out a moan as he watched what was left of the shape of a dog in his gut surrender to the round form of a belly full of chyme. He let his hips back down, feeling his tail rapidly wagging atop his sheets and against his ankles as he dropped his shoulders back to the pillows. Arms freed were immediately grinding down on his gut, eagerly pressing and feeling at what little solid parts left as they gradually broke down.

Forest's eyes closed, his mind settling on a deep warmth he felt. Not just the flow of melted pup starting to trickle deeper into his guts, but something more essential to Tris. He murmured aloud to that sensation. "C'mere, Trissie." He focused on it, pulling upon it. He could feel that light, that spark of joy that was his dear friend and delectable meal drawn into the embrace of his own soul. Not just enfolded... Fitting in like a missing piece.

The wolf blushed and grinned drowsily at this thought, biting his lip as he thought about the implication of that feeling... that Tris was meant to be his like this... "Welcome home..." He murmured, drifting off to sleep.

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Tristan slowly woke up, drowsy. He noticed he was not in bed, or even indoors. He was laying on comfortable moss. He opened his eyes, seeing the verdant canopy of a deciduous forest in spring. The black labrador started putting together what had led to him being in this place, when something very pink distracted him.

A moogle grinned down at him, pom glowing and wings aflutter. "A puppy!"