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A Vorry Merry Christmas Party

Chapter One: Shire Seducer

"Wait, so you're the co-owner of Wildfire Labs?"

Flare nodded to the crimson wolf with a proud smile. "Indeed, I am. Cinder and I run a fairly casual operation, though. We work just as hard as our employees do. I'm sure Frosty could personally attest to that fact."

Hearing his name, the cheetah perked up. He glanced in Flare's direction, seated at the game table with Landon and Eidolon. "What are you saying about me over there?"

The shire chuckled. "Oh, just sharing a bit of work experience."

"You should tell them about the interview process," the cheetah says with a suggestive wink.

"Maybe another time," the shire said quietly as a soft blush crept over his muzzle.

"I'm curious, though," Keba chuckled.

"Hey, I've got hot drinks," Surge announced as he emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray of steaming tea mugs. The smell of cinnamon trailed behind him as he rested it on the snack table.

"Good timing," Flare thought to himself. He felt a little flustered that Frosty had put him on the spot like that. He made a mental note to "reprimand" the cheetah for it later.

The shire rose from his spot next to the cozy fire and made his way over to the table, along with several of the other party guests. He halted abruptly when he nearly bumped into a large otter in the process. The large brown lutrine grinned at Flare and stepped back politely, gesturing to the drinks.

"After you." As the stud reached over to pick up a mug, the otter sized him up. Garn's eyes scanned over Flare's frame, his thick tail flicking approvingly behind him. "So, I overheard that you work for Wildfire. Interesting work that you guys do there. Surprised to see that you managed to peel yourself away to come to a party."

The shire chuckled softly. "Well, I do spend a good deal of time there, but I wouldn't turn down a good party."

"What exactly do you do there?" the otter inquired as he took a sip of cider.

"Oh, a little of everything. I'm not above getting my hands dirty. Why do you ask, though? Interested in working for Wildfire Labs?" Flare inquired.

"I might be," the otter replied with a growing smirk. "I'm certainly interested in hearing more about your company." The otter's eyes gazed over the shire's body once more, rather shamelessly taking in the sight of the taller male. "Even more interested in hearing about -you- as well."

Flare offered a chuckle, his cheeks flushing beneath dark fur. He offered a hand to the otter and smiled. "Well, I'm Flare Starfire. It's nice to meet you."

The otter took Flare's hand in his own and squeezed. As he did, though, the otter looped his other arm around the shire's waist and pulled him into a tight embrace. "Pleasure to meet you, Flare. I'm Garn."

The equine wiggled lightly at the unexpected hug, his face growing hotter. Garn kept him close for several seconds, leaning in to lightly sniff at the shire's neck. A familiar, but faint sweet scent greeted his nose, something that made the otter's belly rumble softly.

"Mm, you smell nice. Is that chocolate cologne or something?" Garn asked with a smirk.

Flare shook his head. "N-no. I had a little mishap a while back. It's natural."

"A chocolate scented pony? Sounds like a rather delightful snack to me," the otter observed, giving Flare's neck a lick.

The suggestion made Flare shiver, a combination of fear and excitement. While he secretly enjoyed the thought of being the otter's dinner, he had only just met the large male. He didn't trust him. Flare lightly pulled back, attempting to tug himself free of the otter's arms.

"M-maybe another time, Flare replied hesitantly.

"Hopefully sooner, rather than later," the otter chuckled. He let Flare slip free easily, allowing the shire to return to the fireplace with his cider. The equine peered over his shoulder as he stepped away, meeting the otter's smirking gaze. Garn waited for Flare to settle in before he joined the shire by the fire.

Just as Garn settled in, Mizuhiro jumped to his feet. "Hey, who wants to have a snowball fight?" the white winged cat announced. He made his way to the front door, pausing to see who would follow.

Most of the guests leapt up at the idea, joining the feline at the door and retrieving jackets. Andrei and Ichi were among the followers, something that visibly intimidated a few of the guests. Flare and Garn weren't among the group, however. Having already spent a good deal of time in the snow getting to the party, the shire was content to remain by the fire.

Garn chuckled as he gazed around. Landon and Eid were still focused on their game, but everyone else had departed from the room. Scooting closer to Flare, Garn lightly slipped his arm around the shire's waist once more.

"Guess that just leaves the two of us. Convenient," the otter casually stated. "So tell me in a little more detail what you do at the labs."

Although he was unsure of the otter's motives, Flare nodded softly. "Well, most of what I do is managing the company, keeping the place running and such. I do get involved in the tests and experiments, though."

"What sort of involvement?" the otter asked as he idly brushed his fingers along Flare's side.

"Oh, you know. This and that," Flare said quietly as a light shiver went up his back from the otter's gentle touch.

The otter chuckled. "Come on, don't be shy about it." He lightly squeezed Flare, nudging the shire's body against his own.

"Well..." Flare hesitated a moment before he shrugged. "All sorts of things, really; making a predator more flexible, testing shrinking compounds, preventing a prey from being digested...as well as a few personal projects that I keep to myself."

The otter's friendly smile grew into a smirk. He moved over and slipped behind Flare, cuddling up against the shire. His thick tapered tail flicked happily behind him as he embraced the equine against himself, pulling him into his lap. Garn rested his chin on the shire's shoulder, paws gently stroking his stomach.

"Being the owner, I imagine you have a good deal of experience. A shire your size must make for a rather respectable predator."

"Well...only about half the time," Flare admitted.

The otter grinned wider at the reply, rubbing up to Flare's chest and back down to his belly. "Must take a rather talented predator to get someone like you down."

"What are you getting at?" Flare said softly, trying his best not to give in to the otter's seduction. He was wary of the otter's intentions.

"Oh, nothing in particular. Not yet, anyway." Garn chuckled, ideas buzzing through his head as he worked his paws along Flare's sides. His belly growled softly at the possibility of such a large meal. It would take some convincing, however. Even at his size, it would be difficult for him to fight down a meal Flare's size; especially if he alarmed the other party guests in the process.

The large otter tipped his muzzle to Flare's neck and lightly nibbled. He was pleased to discover that the chocolate aroma translated to a pleasantly sweet taste on the shire's fur. Flare squirmed when the otter's teeth teased his neck, unintentionally rubbing himself against the male. Encouraged by the reaction, Garn continued to softly nip along Flare's neck, moving down along his collarbone. His surprisingly gentle attention was slowly whittling down the shire's defenses.

Slipping a paw lower, the otter boldly groped Flare's groin through his pants. The touch made Flare gasp and tremble, half-heartedly trying to wiggle away. With the otter's arms around his body, though, the wiggling only succeeded in grinding him against Garn's lap. His body betrayed his hesitance, sheath firming up as the otter's webbed fingers began to stroke over it through his shorts. Feeling the subtle swelling, Garn added a bit more pressure to his rhythmic motion.

Peeking over from the game they were actively involved in, Landon set eyes on the pair. He blinked when he realized what Flare and Garn were up to, feeling a bit envious of the shire. He coughed loudly, causing Flare to jump when he was reminded that he wasn't alone.

"Hey, get a room, you guys," Landon chuckled.

Distracted from his turn by Landon's callout, Eidolon gazed to the fireplace. Eid smirked and returned his attention to the fox, waving a hand dismissively. "Let them have their fun. It might liven up the party a bit more."

Blushing deeply, Flare whined to Garn and tried to pull himself away. The otter maintained a firm grip on him, however.

"You know, that's not a bad idea," the otter teased. He curled his fingers over the growing bulge beneath Flare's shorts, nibbling the shire's neck. "If you're interested, we could find a bedroom to get to know one another in a much better way."

Flare was still a little hesitant. The otter was laying on the seduction heavily, though. Despite his earlier uncertainty, the tall stud offered a light nod. "Okay, Garn. Lead the way."

Grinning, the otter gave Flare's firming crotch a squeeze before he stood. He offered a webbed hand to the shire, pulling Flare to his feet. Quickly adjusting his pants to make the distinct outline of the semi-erect penis a bit less noticeable, Flare glanced at the two guests at the game table. They were both staring intently at Flare and Garn, smirking knowingly as the otter directed his partner out of the living room.

"Have fun!" Eid called out as the two disappeared into the hallway.

Landon chuckled, glancing down at his cards. "Still your turn, Eid."

Poking his head into the first bedroom, Garn checked to ensure that it was empty. Eyeing the oversized bed, Garn grinned. Judging by how sturdy the bed looked, he guessed it was Ichi and Andrei's room. Urging the stud into the room, Garn closed the door behind them and locked it to ensure that they wouldn't be disturbed.

Pressing up against the shire's backside, Garn reached both arms around Flare and squeezed his bulging shorts. The stud nickered quietly to him, unconsciously rubbing himself against Garn in response to the lewd touch. The otter grinned as Flare's hips rolled toward his paws, stroking his fingers along the distinct shape of the equine length. Garn softly pressed his jaws against Flare's neck and bit down as he squeezed the thick package through Flare's shorts. A shaky moan escaped the stud's throat, his knees trembling beneath him and threatening to give.

"Easy there, hun," Garn chuckled as he released the teasing bite. "Let's get you over to the bed. We wouldn't want you to collapse."

"O-okay," Flare said softly, blushing furiously as his erection strained against his shorts.

Nudging his partner forward, the otter gradually walked Flare toward the large bed. He didn't remove his paws from the shire's groin, however. The otter continued to gently work his fingers over the swollen package, feeling Flare tense up each time he squeezed. Garn paused at the bedside, slipping his muzzle to the other side of the stud's neck to give him a kiss. His belly growled quietly at the subtle chocolate flavor that danced over his lips, tempting the otter. Garn had another agenda to take care of first, however.

Grinding his own growing package against the stud's rump, the otter growled quietly. His thick tapered tail wagged at the thought of what was about to take place. He traced along the length of Flare's shaft, following the thick pole up to the tip. The shire huffed quietly when the otter's fingers left his pulsing erection, hips rolling to beg for attention. As worked up as he was now, most of the hesitance he'd initially held was forgotten.

The otter tipped his muzzle up to speak quietly into Flare's ear. "Let's get you out of those shorts so we can get to the good parts."

With a gentle nod, Flare reached up to remove his shorts for the otter. Garn chuckled and softly brushed the shire's hands away, however.

"Allow me, hun."

The shire nodded once more, instead reaching back to the otter's hips. His fingers softly squeezed as Garn untied the strings that kept Flare's shorts snug. The lutrine tugged the waistband to loosen Flare's shorts, kissing gently along the male's neck as he eased them down. The smell of chocolate rose faintly from the shire's lap when his erection was freed. It was stronger than the otter's initial whiff of the scent, but still subtle.

Resting his muzzle on Flare's shoulder, Garn peeked down at his partner's erection. His webbed fingers traced gently along the veins that pulsed on the surface, making Flare twitch lightly. "Such a lovely body. I'm going to enjoy making you mine tonight." Flare nickered quietly in reply, but didn't say anything. Slick pre welled up from the tip of his erection as the otter teased it. His hips lightly rocked to match the otter's soft stroking, the warm pre smearing over his shaft. A shiver ran up Flare's back when Garn curled his fingers firmly around the length and continued to stroke, milking the warm pre from his shaft. He pressed his hips against the shire's backside and ground softly, working his own erection against the stud's rump.

Giving the shire a soft push, Garn lightly nipped the back of Flare's neck. "Onto the bed, pony."

The stud nodded and eased himself forward at Garn's request. He paused a moment when the otter gave the base of his shaft a squeeze, making him shiver excitedly. Flare eventually pulled himself the rest of the way onto the bed, sprawling out comfortably on his belly. The otter stood back to admire the sight, reaching down to rub his hands over the stud's rump. He kneaded the firm cheeks in slow circles, grinning as Flare's tail flicked up.

Garn hefted himself onto the bed and crawled toward Flare on all-fours. The shire peeked over his shoulder at the otter, blushing heavily as the large lutrine loomed over him. His erection was pinned between his body and the bed, the tip leaking onto the sheets. He couldn't help lightly grinding his hips against the bed, making him emit soft groans of pleasure.

Leaning close, the otter lightly nuzzled behind one of Flare's ears. A webbed paw reached down and slipped beneath his kilt, lightly stroking over his lutrine erection. "I hope you don't mind cutting the foreplay short," the otter cooed. "A body like yours is hard to resist."

"Whatever you want," Flare replied. He was so pent up by now that he didn't mind one way or another.

Grinning at Flare's willingness, Garn slipped his free hand beneath Flare's waist and gave a soft tug. "On your hands and knees, then. You're gonna get mounted properly."

The shire didn't hesitate to comply. His back arched as he lifted his hips away from the bed, propping himself up with his elbows. A shiver ran up his back as the otter bent down and lightly nuzzled the base of his tail, then teasingly dragged his tongue along the crevasse between Flare's cheeks. The silky equine tail lifted away, presenting the otter with a tense muscled ring. Garn accepted the invitation, slipping the tip of his tongue between the shire's cheeks to give him a soft lick.

The otter's tongue only passed over Flare's entrance once before Garn slid toward him. He continued to lightly fondle and stroke himself, smearing slick pre over his shaft in lieu of proper lube. The tall lutrine positioned himself over Flare, hunching forward over the shire. His hips rolled forward to grind his throbbing length along the stud's backside, growling at the warmth that beckoned to him.

"Hope you're ready for this," Garn warned. Lowering his hips, he lightly pushed his erection down to point the tip at Flare's presented ring.

Flare only had a moment to nod before he felt the hot tip press against his ring. The otter didn't waste a moment, rolling his hips forward to grind that pre-slicked tip into the shire's body. He growled lustily as it slipped in, though his entrance was abruptly impeded by a firm clench. Determined to bury himself in Flare's rump, Garn gave a firmer thrust that squeezed several inches inside. The shire gasped at the abrupt entry, his shaft spurting warm pre.

Hunched over Flare, Garn released the base of his shaft as he thrust again. He placed the hand on Flare's hip and squeezed it as the last few inches of his length disappeared into the equine stud. The otter nuzzled Flare's neck as he settled deep into his bowels, then lightly mouthed over it in a loving bite. He crooned happily at the chocolate flavor that greeted his taste buds, noticeably stronger than it was previously.

Slurping gently, Garn began to suckle and nip at Flare's neck as he drew his hips back, only to thrust inside again. Flare clenched when Garn thrust, his heated bowels gripping somewhat possessively around the otter's sizeable shaft. Slickness dribbled from the otter's length, lubricating the warm passage ahead of his tip.

As Garn began to work himself into a steady rhythm, Flare softly rolled his hips back to meet each thrust. His back arched, guiding the otter's tip into his prostate each time it slid past. The pleasure made him groan happily, burying his muzzle into the bedding to muffle himself. Even though Garn had locked the door, Flare didn't want anyone catching on to their shameless indulgence.

Releasing Flare's neck, Garn lifted his head to target the shire's ears instead. A sharp groan accompanied a firm rectal clench when he did this. The otter growled heavily into Flare's ear as he mouthed over it, making Flare nicker into the sheets. The shire's ears were one of his weak spots, trembling excitedly beneath Garn as the otter's teeth gently nipped at each one in turn.

Garn grunted to his equine lover each time he thrust forward, relishing the tight bowels that gripped at his penis. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, accompanied by a spurt of warm pre that further slickened his lover's passage. His paws tightly gripped Flare's hips, pulling them toward him each time he buried his member. His thick tail wagged behind him, occasionally thumping heavily against the bed when he drove his length into the shire.

The chocolate aroma rising from the stud's body was growing stronger as he mated with him, much to Garn's approval. His tongue licked over the back of Flare's head, caressing along the base of his ears. The sweet flavor was distinct now, encouraging the otter to lick anywhere he could easily reach. His belly reminded him that it was still empty, save a few light snacks and drinks he'd had while chatting with guests. It would something he would correct soon enough.

For now, Garn focused on the pleasure of the shire's rear. His hips rocked more frequently, adding more force to each thrust as time went on. The continuous stream of pre was making the shire quite slippery, each thrust causing soft, lewd slurps. Garn knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer if he maintained this pace. The intense pleasure urged him to continue, however.

Lost in the passion of the moment, Flare was oblivious to the otter's intentions. The only thing he knew was pleasure. His own heavy shaft bounced between his legs, leaving a trail of pre in its wake. He resisted the urge to stroke himself, knowing that he would reach his peak much faster than desired. His eyes squeezed shut as he lowered his head submissively, his body tensing each time the otter's sharp teeth pricked his sensitive ears and nape.

Garn growled softly as he felt his peak rapidly creeping up on him. He could feel the pressure quickly building in his loins, threatening to give way. He doubled his efforts, roughly bucking into Flare's body as he reached the home stretch. Each thrust was accompanied by a sharp gasp from his equine lover, still fortunately muffled by the soft bedding. The bed frame creaked beneath them, groaning noisily under the weight of their passionate moment.

Letting out a husky moan, Garn slammed his hips roughly against the stud's rump. He buried himself to the hilt, grinding his lap firmly against the shire's soft cheeks. His jaws clamped down on Flare's nape as a wave of pleasure surged over him, his shaft throbbing forcefully. A burst of hot semen spilled into the shire's bowels, the otter's sac flexing to pour his essence into his lover. He made several short thrusts to draw out the intense euphoria, his heart racing and breaths coming in short, rapid pants.

Flare let out soft groans as the otter's warmth spread through his bowels. His hips ground back gently, helping milk out the thick spunk. He was pent up as ever, but felt content to allow the otter to enjoy his release. He would finish himself off later, if the otter didn't do it for him. For now he relaxed, his body giving off a rich aroma of chocolate and musk.

Garn firmly embraced the shire's waist, hugging Flare's body against himself as he wound down. His tongue lapped along the back of the shire's neck, leaving the fur glistening as he enjoyed the sweet taste. The otter's tongue occasionally brushed along the base of an ear, making the shire twitch lightly and squeeze around the otter's spent length.

Slipping a paw beneath the shire, Garn curled his fingers around Flare's throbbing length. The soft caress made the stud gasp, hips thrusting forward into the otter's hand. The lutrine smirked and gently tightened his grip, his other arm snugly wrapped around the shire's body. He pulled Flare into a seated position in his lap, letting the shire's body rest against his own. The feel of the otter's length shifting in his bowels made Flare squirm and whimper needily as he settled into Garn's lap.

The otter's teeth gently pricked Flare's neck as he stroked the thick equine shaft. The stud was close, and Garn knew it. The shire's hips pushed up to meet Garn's steady strokes, keeping the otter's own length engorged. Soft moans escaped Flare's lips as Garn worked his member, pushing him steadily closer to his peak. Flare could feel the familiar pressure building in his groin; it wouldn't take much more.

Garn tightened his grip and began to stroke quickly over the stud's thick shaft, tipping his muzzle up to whisper quietly into his ear. "Come on, pony. Season yourself up for me. This otter wants a creamy snack."

The otter's words were like magic. As worked up as he was, his better judgment was heavily clouded. The thought of feeding himself to the otter sent a wave of guilty pleasure through his body that pushed him over the edge. His body clenched tightly around Garn's shaft, signaling the shire's peak to his lutrine lover. Garn smiled and softly nibbled over Flare's ear as he felt the first throb from the stud's thick shaft, careful to aim it at Flare's chest.

The first burst of seed exploded from the flared equine tip, decorating Flare's neck with a creamy white rope. Several more followed as Garn slowed his strokes, enjoying the heavy throb in his fingers. He paid particular attention to the medial ring, a sharp gasp escaping Flare's lips each time he touched it. The otter peered down as he slipped his muzzle over one of Flare's ears, watching the thick spurts painting Flare's front messily.

Garn's tongue was greeted with an intense flavor when it lapped over Flare's ear. The climaxing shire tasted like his fur was coated in pure chocolate now. The sexual musk was almost completely masked by the rich flavor. Closing his eyes with a soft growl, Garn suckled wetly around the appendage, a motion that made Flare squirm against him. The shire was still spilling his warm load onto himself, showing off his equine heritage with an impressive amount of white spunk.

Becoming distracted with the shire's flavor, Garn's soft caresses became infrequent. He occasionally squeezed and stroked up to the tip, but his attention was now focused on his own hunger. His teeth lightly tickled the base of Flare's ear before he yawned widely over the shire's head. Flare was too lost in pleasure, his eyes firmly shut, to notice the otter's hot breath sweeping over him as Garn's jaws gaped ominously. Strings of drool dripped from Garn's maw as he pressed his lips over the crown of Flare's head.

Content with how blissfully oblivious the shire was, Garn stretches his jaws downward until most of Flare's head was locked between them. His tongue swept quickly over the shire's fur, crooning happily at the rich flavor. He wanted to explore every inch of the shire's body to keep the flavor strong, enjoying the thought of filling his belly with a chocolate-scented meal. He lightly rocked his jaws downward until they met the shire's neck, teeth softly scraping along Flare's jaw.

Lost in the intense climax he was slowly winding down from, the stud didn't register Garn's intentions until the otter gulped lightly to clear his muzzle of excess drool. His cheeks squeezed softly around the shire's head when he did this. Flare wiggled and tugged lightly in an attempt to extract himself from the humid confines, but his compromising situation hindered any escape attempt.

Pushing his jaws down, Garn took a proper swallow to squeeze the shire's head into his slick throat. The hot passage stretched eagerly as the shire's head slipped in, kneading the chocolate-tasting male. Flare was still too drunk with afterglow to put up a proper fight, trying to push against the otter's body. His half-hearted struggle was quickly losing its resolve, however. It was no secret that he enjoyed the thought of curling up in someone's body, but generally it was with partners he fully trusted.

The otter's arms looped around Flare's waist and held him snug as he gradually worked his jaws over the shire's shoulders. It was easily the most difficult part of the meal. Once past, the rest of the deed would be relatively simple. The otter's throat bulged around the stud's head as Garn squeezed one shoulder past his lips, then the other. His cheeks bulged around Flare's broad torso as he took it into his muzzle an inch at a time.

With his head wedged deep in the lutrine's throat and shoulders threatening to join soon, Flare knew the otter wasn't going to let him away easily. Somewhat exhausted from theist tryst, he lacked the strength to put up a proper struggle. The familiar warmth of a slick throat kneading him deeper encouraged him to give in and accept his fate. Perhaps he could bargain with the otter to release him unharmed.

A smirk spread over the otter's stretched lips when he felt the shire's struggling lessen. His paws slipped down to squeeze Flare's hips, his tongue lapping greedily between the stud's shoulders. He covered every inch of fur he could easily reach, thoroughly coating the shire's fur in slick drool while drawing out the sweet flavor that encouraged the otter's hunger.

When Flare's shoulders met Garn's throat, the otter swallowed thickly. His throat swelled to accommodate the stud's bulk, Flare's shoulders creating an impressive bulge. The otter hunched forward over his meal as his jaws crept down with each swallow, steadily claiming more of Flare's body. His belly growled demandingly, teased by the chocolate shire squeezed gradually down the otter's throat.

With a hungry growl, the otter gave a heavy swallow that pulled several inches of Flare's torso into his throat. Flare's rump pulled off Garn's shaft in the process, leaving the shire's backside feeling rather empty. Garn shivered lightly as a cool draft tickled his semi-erect shaft, wishing he could keep it tucked in Flare's body. The desire for a full stomach outweighed that, however.

The taste of musky seed began to greet the otter's tongue, mixed with the drool that gathered in Garn's maw. He suckled wetly around Flare's chest to draw out the shire's essence, enjoying the salty flavor it added to the male's body. He didn't slow down to savor it, however. If anything, the slippery semen that coated Flare's front side encouraged the otter to pick up the pace.

Reaching the shire's belly, Garn's tongue extended over his lower lip to explore Flare's rump. The otter's torso twitched and bulged grotesquely, the outline of Flare's body distinct through the stretched pelt. Flare groaned softly when the otter's tongue probed at his entrance, teasing the shire in his helpless situation. Garn purred softly around Flare at the taste of his own seed mixed with the shire's chocolate aroma.

Taking another deep gulp, Garn growled in satisfaction when Flare's head pushed into his stomach. The otter's midsection expanded easily, eager to accommodate the huge meal as Garn had done so many times before. Flare's hips slid past his jaws, filling out Garn's maw and allowing the otter's tongue to sneak between his legs. The slick appendage curled over Flare's balls, rolling them lightly as Flare's hips slide back toward the kneading throat.

Garn paused a moment to enjoy the shire's sac, slurping lewdly over it. Flare gave muffled groans, body twitching in Garn's throat as the otter teased him. Tipping his head up, Garn eventually swallowed to resume his meal. One paw lightly rubbed over his bulging body while the other supported Flare's weakly kicking legs. The otter admired the sight of Flare's hoofed feet as they descended toward his jaws.

Flare grunted softly as Garn's tongue lapped over his inner thighs, curling against himself as his torso was forced into the otter's swelling gut. He knew it wouldn't take much for the otter to finish tucking him away. He idly hoped that he could convince the otter to release him eventually, but in the event that Garn chose not to, Flare had a backup. It was something he preferred not to fall back on, but it was better than losing his life.

The otter reached out when Flare's hooves were close, giving them a push to help guide them toward his jaws. His tongue curled around the shire's ankles, slathering them in slick drool as he swallowed. When Flare's hooves slipped into Garn's maw, the otter sealed his lips over them and swallowed heavily. He tipped his head back, crooning happily as the last part of his sweet snack slid into his throat.

Flare twisted and shifted as his legs were forced into the otter's gut, trying to make himself as comfortable as his surroundings would permit. His knees pressed snug against his chest, forcing him into a fetal position as the slippery walls squeezed him from all directions. He couldn't help feeling somewhat impressed that the smaller male had managed to pack him away, though he suspected the greedy lutrine had a good deal of practice in his days.

Exhaling a deep, contented sigh, the otter sprawled out on the bed. Flare grunted as he was pinned beneath the otter's bulk, squeezing his body uncomfortably. He squirmed as much as his confines would allow, hoping that the otter would oblige him. Garn chuckled softly at the shire's struggling and rolled to the side, taking the weight off his meal. He draped his arms over his belly and squeezed tightly, licking his lips.

"Settle down in there, pony. You're gonna give me indigestion." Garn rubbed his paws over the shire-shaped bulge, admiring the hefty dome of his gut.

"Y-you're gonna let me out, right?" came the stud's muffled inquiry.

The otter's smirk grew. "Oh, eventually I will let you out, yes." Flare breathed a gentle sigh of relief at the reply. "But you won't be in any recognizable state when I do."

The stud's relief shifted abruptly to a cold chill. "You're just teasing, right?"

Garn reached up to muffle a burp, then licked his lips at the chocolate aroma that wafted up. "Not in the slightest. You were a fun partner, Flare, but now you're just otter food."

The shire's idle struggle turned into firm shoves. Hoof prints and hands stretched the otter's belly, but the well-used muscles kept the shire contained. "I'm not just food," Flare protested. "Please, let me out."

The otter giggled at the shire's protest, hugging him tightly again. "Oh, you're definitely mistaken. You're very much food, and nothing else now. You'll pad my belly nicely."

The otter's tone clearly told Flare that he wasn't going to back down. The lutrine's belly gurgled threateningly around him, the shire's surroundings growing wetter. With a heavy sigh, Flare closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax, knowing that he had no other choice. In the darkness of the otter's gut, his body began to firm and solidify. Garn didn't seem to notice, proudly rubbing over his gut.

Garn slid up the bed, propping himself up against a pillow. He knew he wouldn't be getting up again for some time. He was content to lounge as his stomach gurgled again, beginning to seep around the shire. The otter pressed his paw against his belly, feeling out the curves of the shire's body. He grinned as the movement ceased, assuming that the shire had consigned himself to his fate.

"That's right, just settle in," the otter purred. "You'll be otter pudge soon enough."

The otter's belly gave another distinct gurgle, followed by a deep burp. The scent of chocolate was heavy on the otter's breath this time. He chuckled softly, rubbing his paws over his domed gut. Much to his surprise, the firm rubbing smoothed out the distinct outline of the shire's body. He could feel the shape softening each time his muscled kneaded over his meal. The otter felt a bit confused at this. While his body was efficient with its meals, he didn't normally digest someone this quickly. He could feel his stomach rapidly softening, taking on a much more liquid-filled sensation.

Another burp escaped the otter, bringing with it more chocolate flavor. Garn groaned softly as his stomach cramped, kneading over his belly to calm it. The cramping sensation grew stronger, making the otter grumble to himself. Whatever the shire had done, the otter's stomach was not happy with it.

The sensation was somewhat familiar to Garn. He'd experienced similar when he went on a snacking binge and ate too much candy. Rolling onto his side, the otter cradled his stomach and kneaded rhythmically back and forth in an attempt to soothe it. He closed his eyes as another chocolate-scented burp escaped his lips, hoping that the stomach-ache his meal had induced would pass quickly...

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Flare stirred and awakened slowly, finding himself in a familiar oversized bed. A machine beside the bed hummed quietly as it powered down, a device that had saved the shire's skin on several occasions. The shire sat up and pushed off the sheets, the memory of his earlier tryst still fresh on his mind. He made a mental note to keep his distance from the large otter in the future. He'd placed his trust in the large male, only to have it shattered.

The shire was grateful for his ability to escape dangerous situations. The substitution had worked perfectly, leaving an identical chocolate double of himself in the otter's belly. It was something that he'd perfected through meticulous research.

Stretching and letting out a heavy yawn, Flare grumbled. "I hope that otter gets a belly ache from all that chocolate..."