Under the Covers
Seventh vignette for Pickra and follow-up to last month's
After an indeterminate amount of time, Pickra decides to release and reform Trissie.
For now.
Contains: Predscapes, Pinning, Size Difference, Affectionate Nuzzles and Licks, Groping Paws, Reformation, Re-Cuddling, Affection turning Avaricious, Oral Vore, Flustered Stomach Bulges, Tail Slurping and Shoving Prey Down
Pickra is FA: Pickra
Trissie is Me
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Pickra's purring was so intense that it nearly shook the whole room.
Of course, thought Trissie, the whole room was him as well. She had lost track of how long the feline had been doting on her and tendering to her needs in this cozy little space inside him. She dreamily nuzzled into the silky fluff of his mane at his neck and chest.
She was under him, pressed firmly into the mattress beneath as his masculine frame kept her mostly immobile, compressing warmly.
The first words were exchanged in what may have been hours. "It's time to come out, skunkie."
Trissie nodded, blushing softly... she did have things to get back to out in the real world. "Okay kitty..." The skunk murmured aloud in return.
"Just relax..." Pickra's voice grew more resonant as his body seemed to encompass more of the space, weight pressing her further into the bedding... which felt indistinguishable from his body on top of her very quickly.
Soon, she blacked out from the intensity.
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When Trissie awoke again, she was in bed still. But this was her bed. At her home, in her room.
The covers shifted and Pickra smoothly slid up to embrace the skunkette fondly from behind. His warmth and purr gave her the context she needed without even looking.
She rolled over to face him, easing one of her arms over his side as well.
"How did you like being my special guest, Trissie?" The feline lapped lightly at the bridge of the skunk's nose in a grooming manner.
Trissie closed her eyes. "Oh, it was lovely... being pampered as the center of attention... you sure know how to treat a girl..."
Pickra's hands wandered down her frame, strong fingers grasping at her hips. At the same time, he nuzzled against her neck, licking there as well. The lick lead to a kiss and a light nip.
The gradual escalation caused her to bare her throat, crooning wordlessly as a blush rose on her cheeks.
His purr grew louder and a bit deeper as he shifted over to pin her down again, still grasping at her curves with his hands, still invading her neck with his snout...
As she was rolled onto her back, Trissie let out a little flustered squeak. She fidgeted her legs, her long tail shifting under the weight of her heavy blankets.
Another long, slow lick dragged from her flat chest to the tip of her snout, the purr turning into an open-mouthed growl. "Oh... now that you're out I'm hungry for you again..." Pickra's stomach chose that moment to let out an empty groan.
Her eyes widened as the blush rushed up to her ears. "Wait, you're not going to-"
Pickra's jaws came down around her shoulders, forcing her snout into the soft squishy flesh at the back of his throat. He was back to purring contentedly, even as he forced himself to stop pinning her to start swallowing deeper.
All Trissie could manage was another flustered squeak, muffled by flesh, before she was taking the familiar route back into the bigger cat.
He contorted, opting to swallow over her rather than pull her out from under him. With feline flexibility he vanished beneath the bedding, the bulges under the blankets giving some indication of what he was doing. His legs became the main feature of the lumps, curving around before his feet poked out against the pillow.
Then he pushed the mass of weighted blankets and cushiony throws over, folding like an old paperback almanac. Pickra was on his back, belly swollen with skunk girl, as his lips were pursed around her long, plush tail. He purred as he swallowed again and again, slurping it away like the most luxuriously fat noodle.
Trissie's shape in his belly squirmed around, paw bulges pressing out as her orientation kept getting shoved around by her rear limb's intrusion. Her head pressed out near his navel, and muffledly she managed to call out, her voice clearly a mess of beflusterment. "Kittyyyyy!"
He growled playfully, mooshing his hand down over the bulge of her face as his stomach let out a wet gurgle, already eagerly working on putting the skunkette back on his hips.