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A Dragon's lair is a formidable sight to behold. They say that even if the great beast is far away, you can feel the looming presence all around. But of course, that's nothing compared to when they are around! Approaching an occupied lair so often guarantees a long term stay.

The grey and white Rabbit approaching the shaded lair's treeline knew this, in fact he had first-hand knowledge. Very intimate first-hand knowledge! As his soft soles tread the familiar mossy rocks and patches of green through the overgrown path to the hidden Dragon's lair, he remembered the first time he had seen such a sight, and what incredible sights awaited him after. Curiosity had gotten the better of the Tis back then, and he hadn't been the same since.

How could someone ever be the same? Certainly not after getting thoroughly mulched by…

Mmmm,

A rumble, firm and warm, surrounded the Rabbit.

Tis almost gave a shout, snuck up on while he was in his own head… And by such a massive creature! The Rabbit spun around, his head inches from the titan jaws that could enclose his entire body. As the dragon slipped his long neck out of the shadows. the bright red scales on his nares opened up to breathe in the Rabbit's sweet scent.

"Back already, my tasty Friend?" The Dragon's voice was rich and warm, slowly tasting each word as it slipped from his serpentine tongue. He lounged, proud and vain in his catching Tis unaware just outside his lair.

Whatever the Rabbit had in his head a moment ago, it would have to wait.

Vaus. That was the massive Dragon's name. Tis had fallen into his claws, and ended up on his waist like so many others; well, for a while at least. The Dragon had a habit of enjoying his favorite dishes many times, reforming his morsels in many kinky ways.

Oh yes, Vaus was a beast of the most devious and delicious of natures. Whether he wanted you on a long term stay in his belly, or melting you down in an instant, Vaus knew his smelter almost as well as he knew how to make others want it. Every creature that had slid their way down into his gullet had all but begged to be made into Dragon fat.

The call of his gut was irresistible.

An amused growl rumbled in the Dragon's throat. “I've just finished a snack, you see." His jaw moved with elegance, teasing with each word.

Tis' eyes grew to saucers as he heard a rumbling gurgle and saw a large lump slide up the thick and meaty Dragon throat. The scutes along the front of his neck displacing from the large lump as it moved up and up to his massive maw, squelching sounds announcing its arrival. With an AHH, Vaus opened his large muscled jaws and showed a bestial skull resting along his tongue, framed by glistening Dragon fangs. Vaus licked the last of the flavor off and pulled the skull from his jaws with his dark red claws. Saliva strung in goopy strands like tinsel over the bleached white bone. It was as large as the torso of Tis.

"Scrumptious. Ah, and speaking of such matters-“ Vaus dropped the skull unceremoniously, a large hollow note or two sounding as it bounced off a rock. Vaus focused his attention on the Rabbit before him; his jaws watering up once more.

"Oh, uh…" Tis almost squeaked at the Dragon's tease. Vaus breathing in the sweet Rabbit scent and exhaling, his breath humid and embracing. Tis shook his head, trying to get back to the matter. He nervously clenched his toes as he spoke “Actually I was w-wondering if you could help me, with, uh…"

Vaus kept his eyes on Tis as he rolled himself, his large and swollen gut squishing under himself as he rolled on top of his fat belly. Pushing himself up on his strong thick legs, the ruby scaled Dragon was a tower of a beast. Shining red scales gliding over his thick layers of muscle and fat. Where they stretched thinnest was on his full and hanging belly, the schutes and scales pulled enough to see a peak of soft vermillion flesh beneath.

Of course, having explored the outside and the inside a few times, Tis was familiar at just how soft he could be.

"Help? Mm, what is my delicious Rabbit's desire?" Vaus' voice startled Tis out of his trance. The Rumble of his voice and the heat of his breath reminded Tis of what he needed to ask.

"Well, I," Tis stammered, “The other day, when I was- well when I was watching you and that Gryphon- and can I say Wow, when you had his head in your jaws I felt…"

Those final words came slowly as Tis was more focused on the growing and knowing grin Vaus was giving him.

The Rabbit gathered himself a bit. “I wondered if I could ever do- you know- what you do. And how you do it so well…"

"Oh," the Dragon spoke with his most honeyed voice. “Is that so?"

For a moment Tis was worried Vaus wouldn't take him seriously, not many folks seemed to. But another glance from the Dragon's focused white eyes gave the Rabbit assurance.

Vaus gave an excited huff from his nares. “Well, at last!" Tis wasn't expecting a full laugh out of the massive beast, but Vaus bellowed heartily! It was clear the beast was very pleased. “Someone around here finally sees that some work goes into all this." Vaus sauntered his hips, vain in his thick layers of muscle and fat. “Some folk act as if it's all instinct, no finesse, no practiced touch. But know this, I have had a lot of practice."

The Dragons gut gave a rousing growl,

"And I know just where to touch."

The tip of his tail skirted the inside of Tis' thigh, sending a pleasant shiver up the Rabbit.

“I have no doubts I have the ability to pass on my studied techniques. Things like proper gut control," Vaus sauntered alongside the Rabbit,

GLuuughh~

A loud and violent gurgle emitted from the beast's hammocked gut.

Holy Fuck, thought Tis, I still can't get over how much power he has over his own body. He swallowed, and how fucking hot it is. Tis suppressed a moan. “Must be easy for a big, beautiful Dragon like yourself."

Vaus savored the compliment, Tis always knew how to make his sheath shudder and his maw water, he hoped he could teach the cute Rabbit to feel the same…

"Some comes naturally, of course." Vaus' rich red scales shone on his head as he raised it high in predacious pride, his horns shining with the same red, a shade darker. His teeth shining bright in his wet, near dripping maw. “But I am very willing to teach such a well mannered and cute student such as yourself."

The great Dragon gave a thought. "Or perhaps I shall soon call you, A Most Voracious and Hungry Beast, Ready to Turn Your Prey Into the Inches on Your Gut."

Tis didn't have time to think on those words before Vaus gave a knowing hiss.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly it," Vaus approached Tis, taking a few large heavy steps to stand inches from the Rabbit. “I shall set that deep into your subconscious…" The Dragon looked deep into the Rabbit's powder blue eyes.

"W-what do you mean Vaus?" Tis was genuinely curious, the Dragon's eyes equally focused and calm.

"My Dear Rabbit," the Dragon's words seemed silkier and richer, “You never needed more encouragement than a look down my maw and a hungry growl. You knew it, and I knew it, that it was meant to be. I suppose every good predator makes a connection to their prey, at least so say I." His eyes made the birdsong and the rustle of the wind go quiet, it took the great woods they stood in and made them seem intimate and small. “But, I have many other ways to connect to my prey than that."

His pearly eyes seemed twice as bright when the Rabbit looked into them once more, the shining irises luring Tis in. Those eyes…

"A little bit of Hypnosis," The great beast spoke, “is a great way for me to give you some of that real raw hunger; and perhaps a bit of my Draconic confidence. Mmm, it's perfect."

The certainty Vaus had in his words was infectious, Tis felt his worries melt in his mind, assuring and confidence filled his form. The Dragon's stare kept him ensnared.

Vaus came close, his eyes bright and deep and comforting. “Even the predator Vaus was once unsure." He spoke, “But once I had a taste of it, I knew, oh how I knew."

The world around Tis felt like it was no more. He was enraptured by the Dragon's words. He could feel the Dragon's emotions, as strong as if it were his, that strength drawing out the Rabbit's own. He couldn't see Vaus' slit swelling at the ideas he shared; but Tis' body couldn't help but mirror the beast, both their cocks pulsing and jumping in sequence.

"Once you feel them within you, ahh…" Vaus nearly gave a moan , his hot breath flowing over Tis as he recalled the sensations that roused his soul, the squirming and the pressing, the groans and gurgles. Tis felt how empty he was, the Dragons recollections morphing into a deep longing within the Rabbit.

“Oh, but perhaps I need to seal the deal?" Vaus chuckled, “I think I know the perfect prey for you, one who's sure to taste well; though he might not be of the best taste. A so-called predator by the name of…" He gave a draconic pout, his nose wrinkling. "Oh dear, I've forgotten, well I'm sure you will find him easily enough. He is, you see, a rather unsavory Stoat who needs to learn a lesson, Many Lessons. Ah, and you are going to teach him all of them, with just a Few. Quick. Swallows." Vaus enraptured the Rabbit in the embrace of confidence. Tis was overcome with a vision, he saw himself, his slim body bearing a tight and inflated gut, soft bulges massaging from angles he couldn't even imagine. Suddenly he felt so hungry, so needy, so ready. Tis licked his teeth, drool was pooling up in his mouth, hunger was gnawing at his mind. Tis' deepest most hidden predatory whims coming to the forefront.

“I've had a few rumors swirling around my gut," the Dragon smirked. “Telling me this little predator-ling stalks around the hiking trails on the north side of the Creywoods, no doubt looking for some scrawny preything lost off on some path or some such. No matter, soon he is going to be taught his proper place on the food chain, yes?"

Tis didn't need to hear another word, his cock gave a throb as his stomach gave a growl. He was sure he knew exactly what to do.

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Mett leaned back on the tree, his long spine curved back against its scratchy old bark. His chestnut face sneered over shiny black eyes, his nose pursed like something stank.

Man, the Stoat wiped his forehead and hammered his fist against the trunk. It's fuckin' hot, if I sweat out here any more I'm gonna end up as fuckin' skin and bones, he groaned. Mett stood up and popped his leather jacket, I ain't doin' myself no fuckin favors with this on either. Pulling it off and throwing it off to a bush, he sighed. Patches with stitched bones and other predator paraphernalia; along with his favorite, a large fanged maw with the phrase “You're Lunch, Pal" in its jaws were hastily sewed and glued on every which-way.

The Stoat was sick of it. The only meal he ever caught took an endo nap, gave him indigestion and fucked off. 'A sour predator' everyone called him. Somethin's missing, he thought. Maybe another… Perspective? Bah, what I fuckin' NEED is a shmuck slippin' down my throat! He had a habit of trying his luck, always sure he'd come up heads-up!

And today, the Stoat's assurity was as strong, and as misplaced as ever.

I don't give a fuck, Mett lost himself in thought, if they're a Elephant or a Bug, I'm taking them down and makin' them my fuckin' lunch. He sat down, his dark forepaws pulling his legs to his torso so his chin sat on his furry knee through a tear in his ripped, faded jeans. A fat Pig, or a big juicy Mouse.

uurgl-

His stomach gave a weak call as his mind filled with images of creatures of all sizes slipping down his long throat, bulging the soft fur, till it slipped into his chest. He remembered seeing a snake in a vore magazine, her hands gripping the bulge through her soft scales, ooh…

All I need is some sucker, some sweet sucker to chomp! A tangy Bird or a sweet Sheep or a-

In the corner of his vision, he finally saw it,

A Tasty Cottontail!

And what a sweet Cottontail! Mett watched hungry-eyed, mouth agape. He stood up slowly, still crouching as he 'snuck' his way through the greenery. As he came up to the grey-white Rabbit till he could see his light eyes. He was scanning the horizon passively as he did a bouncy walk down the thin dirt pathway. A little big, but wit' just a little tease I'm sure he'll be doin' his best Bunny-hop straight into my jawz! Tis jogged with a light rhythm, his shiny summer fur showing off his frame, slightly plump, but still with a fair coat of muscle underneath. His sheath bounced lightly as he slowed his jog.

Mett was so happy to see the nude Rabbit! It was no strange thing to see folks taking a hike in the fur, but this Cottontail didn't even look like he was carrying a pack! Lucky the fuck me I guess. He ignored the clear fact that he should have been spotted six times over, having stepped on a twig as he approached and giving a loud hiss through his teeth. But the Bunny seemed blissfully unaware.

Ah, just like a Cottontail. Mett was overly assured by something that should have given him pause. No matter, Mett was ready to pounce, it was smooth sailing from here on.

Tis could see it wasn't going to be too hard to find this guy, his sneaking was about as convincing as a vaudeville act, but Tis thought it was so cute! This guy should be an actor!

“Well there Rabbit," Mett crooned, his voice biting the words as he said them. “Haven't gone n' gotten a little lost have we?" Mett stepped out from behind some foliage with a pronounced swagger and gave his 'future prey' a show of his teeth.

As the Stoat looked straight up at Tis with a glance of intended intimidation, he gave a look back. Checking over the stoats colors; shiny brown and white. Like a cone of chocolate-vanilla swirl…

"Hey!" Mett snapped his fingers, seeing the Rabbit space out for a moment. “You'll have plenty-a time to check all this out, I'll make sure of it, heh!" Mett stood with his legs wide and his crotch forward, getting right up in the Rabbit's business. However, he ended up with his chest basically skimming Bunny sheath as he gave a predatory snarl.

“Mmm…" Tis had to suppress a growl of his stomach. “I mean- nice to meet you, I'm Tis, and-"

“And I," Mett loudly interrupted, getting as into the Rabbit's personal space as much as he could. “Ain't exactly gonna be rememberin' that." He gave a weasel-y sneer. “I think I've got a better name for ya anyhow…"

He took a step back from the Rabbit. “Cause you are endin' up in here!" He lifted his shirt and gave a flash of his white stomach. He laughed big and open mouthed "You're lunch pal!"

Mett suddenly had something pulled over his eyes, his arms lifting up instinctively as his nose slipped through and… He was shirtless! He slippers his paws though his chest fur before looking up at the bunny giving it a twitchy nosed sniff. “What the fuck's the idea carrot breath!"

A sweet Bunny grin was his answer. This is… interestin! Fuck is this guy's business… Even thinking this, Mett was actually kind of turned on! Whatever the fuck it is, I aint complainin'. Just like a Bunny to have some tricks in a hat or… some fuckin' phrase like that.

As the Stoat quickly stood up, Tis finally spoke up “Well wouldn't it be better to eat me without the shirt? You wouldn't want to rip it would you? Or would you?" He chuckled, putting the shirt up to cover his grinning jaws.

"S-So?! It's cotton, Cottontail! It'll stretch!" Mett complained, giving a jumping grab for his shirt as Tis held it up high for a look. The word 'Hunter' was printed on in slightly faded toothy letters. The threadbare olive color and half torn hems adding to the aesthetic.

Tis gave a chuckle, “I Like it! 'Hunter' huh?" Tis looked at Mett kindly, the Stoat looking back with a scrunched pink nose.

“Yeah, and it'll be 'Rabbit Season' here if you'd stop fuckin' around!" Mett shouted as he grabbed his shirt and balled it up.

"Oh," Tis closed the space between him and the Stoat, “I wouldn't want to cause you any discomfort, Hunter."

"Heh, Cottontail I eat Rabbits twice your size for- HEY!" Mett was interrupted by Tis kneeling down right to Mett's slender cream stomach fur.

Wiggling his back end, Tis smiled “I always thought a good big meal was better digested with your fly open, don't you think?" He licked his lips, the Stoat seemingly taking it as a good sign.

“I Fuckin' get eager, but damn! Wait till I give 'da orders at least!" Mett gave a beat before laughing. “Alright alright! Eager fucker, fine get these fuckin' pants off, heh, I'll need lots of room for ya!" He watched the rabbit slowly undo his fly before grabbing his pants tight…

Once again Mett's vision was obscured, but this time it was as Tis gave a great heaving tug! The Stoats black paws left the earth and went somersaulting over his head. His pants were whipped off, inside out at the ankles. Mett felt as though he must have done three perfect flips before he came landing sound and square on a bed of soft mossy earth. “W- what's the big idea-“

His voice trailed off as he saw the Rabbit looming over him, a small dribble of drool falling to the ground, a look of hunger drawing in those blue eyes. Seeing the Stoat's creamy underside in full, he was delectable! Even with his sour seeming exterior, Tis could tell he was really as sweet and creamy as his belly hinted. And his sheath was no slouch, looking firm and full in the soft fluffy fur. Already it looked like his pink Stoathood was having a peek outside.

"Oh Hunter, I'm sorry, I really am an Eager Bunny." Tis took his fuzzy paw and pressed it against Mett's swelling sheath, the tip of his pink member oozing as he pressed his feet to the base.

Mett could feel his fur stand upright and his eyes focus tight as he heard a loud growl from the Rabbit's stomach. T-this aint- is this… He stammered “Ah, n-not too far Cottontail, I'll be cummin' soon enough w-when you're down my- Ahh!" Tis glided his foot over the growing pink Stoat cock, his fur getting matted slightly as pre began to drip from Mett. The Stoat couldn't believe how good this felt or how… Right it felt.

Tis pressed his thick and furry paw against the Stoat's abdomen, the tip of his cock at full mast, stuck in a paw-belly sandwich, the tip logged between his furred toes. “What a good Hunter, I thought you took on much bigger Rabbits than me all the time, so what's the problem? Surely you can get this paw down that little gullet of yours?" Tis had never felt this rumble in his chest, this rumble in his gut.

Pure predatory instinct. Even Vaus would have been impressed at how Tis made the Stoat blush.

"Ya- You're gonna regret 'dos unf- Words. C-carrot breath!" Mett's words were mealy with small squeaks and inhales as his sensitive Stoat cock was about to burst from the gentle teasing it and its owner were receiving. His balls quivered with near orgasms, kept on edge by the soft fully furred Rabbit toes. His legs kicked out and his toes curled, his arms grabbed at the air as he was utterly overwhelmed, unable to escape the blissful, torturous pawjob.

Just as he was about to burst, soft fur was replaced with the cold air as Tis stopped his paw tease. Strings of pre broke as he pulled the paw away. Mett's torso was matted and wet with his own juice.

"Carrot breath?" Tis gave a chuckle, wiggling his toes, pre gummed between them. “Maybe you're right, I could use a change of diet."

Grooouul~

The Rabbit's slender grey stomach gave an almost unnaturally loud and hearty grumble. He couldn't help but give a big grin as he saw the stoat bite his lip and hold his breath, almost cumming from the mix of fear, excitement, and sheer vorny energy.

Now Tis couldn't deny it, he was a proper predator, and it made him horny as hell. He was ready to make this little prey stoat into the snack he was always meant to be.

"Maybe you'd like to treat me to dinner, what d'ya say?" Tis loomed over the silently quivering stoat. “Oh come on, you must have something to say to me big guy, some quip, something about what a delicious meal I'd make? Go on."

Tis' figure standing over him left the Stoat wordless.

“I'm thinking you'll make for something sweet, or am I wrong?" The Rabbit teased.

Mett tried to say something, but his mouth was dry and his eyes were fixed on the Rabbit's tongue lapping over his shining teeth.

“You don't wanna be Rabbit Food, do ya?" The words came with a heavy gurgle from his stomach.

The Stoat looked up at the Rabbit with eyes he was now sure he must have given Vaus a hundred times. The Stoats mouth didn't utter it, but those big eyes said it all.

"That's all you had to say Big Guy."

Tis opened his dripping wet maw, his Rabbit teeth glistening as his jaw opened wide for his meal. He felt his throat pulse, his eyes focused on the stunned Stoat and his other senses locked on his prey.

A soft sound came from Mett as his shoulders were grabbed with an unexpected steely strength, held firm from being able to do much but squirm his slender body. Tis drew Mett very, very close. Looking into the Rabbits maw made his heart skip a beat.

Mett gave a small moan, a tunnel of Rabbit throat enveloped his vision, quivering pink flesh eagerly awaiting him. As Tis lapped his tongue across the Stoat's furred face, Mett couldn't believe it. He- He was being Tasted!

Tis felt his predator senses going wild, the taste and smell, it was incredible. He slathered his tongue across every inch of his prey's features, tasting his delicious flavor.

He withdrew suddenly, taking a good long look at Mett's face. His eyes were like pin dots, and his chest rose and fell without the rest of his body moving even a hair.

"Mmm," Tis licked his lips, truly savoring the taste, “You are truly a scrumptious Stoat, Come here." The Rabbit lunged forward, stuffing the Stoat back into his maw. His jaw opened wider than he thought possible, the shoulders of his prey squeezing into his jaws as Mett was shoved deep into the Rabbit's throat. It bulged with the stoats head, out and forward, stretching until,

Gulp~

Mett's head slipped into the chest of the Rabbit, his strong and virulent heartbeat drowning out all to the Stoat. The last light he saw was the flash of Tis' teeth as he was… Enveloped! Tight squelching muscles tugged at him in that impossibly tight chamber of a throat.

Tis realized his first prey was head first, that seemed like something Vaus would find amusing.

The Stoat's voice was muffled, but his back paws pressed up against Tis' furred torso, trying to slip from the steel-like grip the predator Rabbit had on him. Meanwhile those throat muscles pulled Mett deeper into his body as his arms were slurped up by the greedy jaws. His tongue tasting every inch it could along the way.

A loud gurgle from his stomach announced the Rabbits hunger, a hunger he had never imagined. A hunger that sharpened senses he was as yet unaware of, a true predatory instinct, deep inside, ready for a Meal.

Gripping his squirming prey tighter, Tis shoved him deeper into himself. His chin was hit by a squirt of pre, the long Stoat's hips still a gulp away as Mett's head slipped past the muscled entrance to his bubbling, hungry stomach.

The cute pink cock of Mett was lapped up by Tis' smooth, warm tongue just as his head was getting shoved deep into the hot and humid embrace of his gut. An incredible heat rose from the boiling cauldron and into Mett's face. The Stomach gave a hearty growl of welcome and approval. Mett's approval however, was getting painted across the taste buds of Tis. Mett seemed to no longer be able to hold it in, the heat, the pressure, the fact that he… The next moment he was blowing his load across the Rabbit's mouth, the excess falling alongside streams of Rabbit drool down his chin. The muffled orgasmic cries tickling Tis from inside.

Tis savored the taste, every second felt like a year. Slow motion sprays of hot Stoat semen seasoned him to perfection. Though to him it a blissful eternity, to the outside it looked like a rapid gluttonous affair, Tis swallowing down the Stoat with loud and squelching gulps.

Mett's cock was spitting blanks by the time it was down the Rabbits throat and into the black abyss. He felt the cold air on his paws, the last he would feel before that dripping wet tongue began to do its long and detailed taste. As his claws clinked against those blunt Rabbit teeth, he disappeared utterly into the hungry beast.

A hot and heavy swallow sucked down the rest of the food, letting the Rabbit's jaw and throat relax. Stoat cream dribbled down his chin and neck, dripping onto his round and full stomach. Muscles tensed as Mett felt his legs slide without resistance down the Rabbit and right into the tight muscled opening to the hot and hungry bunny gut. A squelching gush settling him in.

Mett shook his head, the hot and gently bubbling liquid tingling gently on his body. He was packed rather tightly in the distended gut of the predatory Rabbit, pressing against the soft flesh that surrounded him. So- soft, so wet! Mett couldn't think, warm and wet and hot and… Another exploratory press made the stomach walls contract suddenly, the strength of those muscles showing just how…

Just how inescapable it was. Wait, this- it's all gone tails up like! I- I should be da one feelin' that damn Cottontail slide 'nta my gut. Mett then remembered just how much he had just cum from getting swallowed… By a Rabbit.

Grrggnn

A rumble shook the round and occupied belly of Tis as he sat down against a large tree, his gut spreading his thighs apart and pressing against his rock hard cock.

"Ah~ Oh Fuck!" A squirm and a muffled moan suddenly drove home that Tis had just eaten someone! He… He did it! A voracious predator indeed... But he knew things had only just begun. He could feel Mett pressing into his flesh, round unshapely bulges showing on his taut belly. “OH Fuuuuuck!!" Tis could barely stand it, the massage from within was unlike anything, his nerves screamed with pleasure and hunger. And the hunger was deepening.

"Keep, huff, keep squirming like that and, ah- a-and I'll just have to," Tis could feel it, that almost psychic connection. He could feel Mett's arousal at his words. Maybe he really could do it; Pack this guy away just like Vaus did to him…

"I'll just have to keep you." Tis licked his lips as he growled the words into his own overstuffed stomach.

Even though the words were drowned out by glurps, glorps, and gurgles, Mett knew what the Rabbit was saying. Biting his lip, Mett was overcome with a soup of emotions, a thick and bubbling soup… Fuck! Mett gave an unintentional moan. Oh, oh g-god, He's gonna fuckin' gurgle me! I'm gonna be jiggling on the back of some fuckin' carrot breath's ass. The tight soft walls glelched and growled with anticipation, waiting for the order to turn the furnace up.

The Stoat couldn't help but press his soft paws into the firm, yet squishy stomach walls. He was in disbelief, he tried to get his bearings and was ending up massaging the predator's gut, kneading against the confining fleshy prison that threatened to melt him down.

Fuck, even as the thought settled in, he couldn't help himself, he wanted to keep going, but why!!

As Mett continued to settle into the Rabbits stomach, Tis could feel that dissolving hesitancy from the Stoat, his curiosity in being prey.

"Well," Tis licked his lips. “I think I'm just about ready to make you mine…"

Mett jostled, words failing him as his mind swirled with the Rabbit's words.

"Oh don't worry," Tis flexed his toes, holding back his ready stomach. “Being Rabbit fat isn't such a bad gig!" Tis laughed his gut jiggling Mett around. “But if it wasn't already clear that you want this, better say something now, I…"

Glouugh~

"Can't hold back much longer…" Tis braced himself, ready to let his gut do its thing and Smelt the Stoat.

Mett felt shivers of emotions wave over him, but the Rabbit's confident words were infectious. He couldn't resist, he didn't want to resist!

Tis gave a groan, heat radiating into his gut and his nethers.

"Good Choice…"

Rrraauugh!

The Rabbit announced his stomach's loss of inhibition with half a roar and half a moan, his smelter was on high and he knew what this boiling heat meant…

Mett felt his surroundings grow to a roaring heat that roasted the Stoats paws in lucious burning bliss. Everything was moist before but now! Now it was soaking! As Mett moved his paws, pressing against the walls alternatively, left and right. With each press the walls felt gooier, and more slime seemed to stick from everything to… Everything!

The Heat… It no longer felt like a tickling simmer, but a rich and unstoppable force, ready to render down everything.

Suddenly, a sharp wave of pleasure, like an electric shock of orgasmic lightning, struck the Stoat.

Oh, Holy Fuck! Mett tried to think about what just happened, but before he could his cock suddenly sprayed a fresh rope of hot slime into the melting pot. “Ahh!" Mett cried, the orgasm wracking his body more than it ever had!

Where the fuck did all this fuckin' jizz come from?! It was the last coherent thought Mett had as another hot spray of cum erupted from his sloppy cock, twice as long and seemingly twice as pleasurable, it must had been a straight minute of uninterrupted cum, the sheer amount of mess bloating the Rabbits stomach further, he was swimming in slime, everything was a bubbling sauna of slop, and it was unlike anything Mett could possibly have imagined.

"Eughh-“ Mett tried to speak, but his mouth was quickly gumming up. Another wave of orgasmic bliss waved over the gooey Stoat, his softening cock spraying another hard and long rope of hot jizz, adding to the bubbling Stoat stew. The pleasure coursing through every messy molecule of his body made any coherent thoughts impossible, his mind felt more like jelly than his body did.

But Mett didn't care, it seemed to him some of these prey fellas had a good thing goin…

Grroooan Tis could sense that unholy bliss bubbling in his cauldron of a gut. It wouldn't be long now, before-

BRRAP

The hot walls squeezed in on Mett, his whole being felt like one big soft ball of wet dough. Even so, Mett pressed himself into the walls as best he could, every touch and sensation coursing pleasure though his softening form.. The eager mess of a Stoat was awash in preygasmic bliss, his senses overwhelmed by the power of the Rabbit's gluttonous gut.

Tis tried to hold off, let that former predator stew for a little longer. But even a seasoned predator with perfect gut control wouldn't have been able to last long with such yummy, squirmy prey giving it their all.

Huffing, the Rabbit cradled the underside of his gut, grazing the tip of his Rabbithood. He hadn't even realized how hard he was, his pink dick throbbing at full mast. The sudden break in concentration was all it took.

AHH! Tis felt his gluttonous gut slurp it's liquidious contents into his thirsty small intestines. His gut slumped lower for a moment, and it was too much.

Mett's consciousness was hit with the orgasm just as the Rabbit's cock fired a thick and juicy rope across his sagging stomach and painting the floor with long splattering gushes.

Fuuuck! Mett never could have imagined he'd make someone orgasm like this! Or that he'd be feeling every second of it! That Predatory lock held him like a vice, Tis was letting him know how good a meal he made. This guy's a fuckin' expert, shit! Mett was almost proud.

“AH! AH!" Tis couldn't help but give a shout of delight as he felt more stoat slop squeeze into his intestines, the greedy guts sucking up every atom of the former Stoat with loud and happy gurgles. His round and full gut sagged lower on his torso, the preyslop churning through him getting rapidly absorbed. Not a single molecule of Mett was safe from his hungry guts.

As his meal was processed, the Rabbit's stomach slowly shrunk and tightened. As it did, Tis felt a great burp rumble his gut.

BBRRAAARP

With a loud belch, Tis felt something slick make its way up and out. Across the ground with a hollow rattle came Mett's bleached white skull.

But Mett hardly needed it at the moment, seeing as by this time he felt himself coalesce into… Into…

Tis' belly jiggled, the new layer of fat wobbling a bit as he slowly walked his way over and picked up the small skull. The only evidence of the Stoat that remained was a wet pile of clothes covered in cum and saliva.

"Ohh friend. You were delicious, and wow! I-I did it!" The Rabbit licked the last taste of stoat off his lips, and as it faded from his taste, so did that bestial hunger…

Oh! Oh jeez… Tis suddenly felt the lights go on in his brain. He looked down at his body, the fat still slowly puding up his frame as his body did its thing. Uhh, Mr. Stoat I,

The Rabbits stomach gave a small grumble.

Sorry, Mr. Mett,

Another growl.

*Huff*, just Mett I got it! Tis rubbed his warm and sticky stomach, feeling a blissful awareness from the warm new Rabbit fat.

I, I'm still new to this whole pred thing. A warm sensation swept over his new thicker frame as the Bunny got up, stuffing the Stoats skull and shirt in his bag as he felt his new weight.

Unf, but judging by what happy thigh fat you are you don't mind. I uh, don't really know how to, well, reform you yet? Tis felt a cool wave of worry over his frame. Quickly he tried to communicate. But, uhh, no worries! I have a really great teacher and, well, if worse comes to worse I could let him eat me, then he could reform us both! That would be good right?

Tis felt a warm, if not a bit defeated blorp from his relaxing belly.

Yeah, I've definitely got to work on my- Tis Paused. I guess you would say my brain to belly communication skills. But, really, I hope you can understand how grateful I am to have eaten you, Mmm. Next time maaybe I'll let you make good on that threat to eat me huh?

A happy warmth across his ass let Tis know how the Stoat felt.

Tis rubbed his belly to get his guts attention for one last thing. Oh, before anything else, I'll grab some ice cream! Vaus always said sentient fat Looves to 'share' some ice cream!

Hmm, Mett was beginning to think reforming wasn't so urgent a task. As I always say, He pondered. Or, as I always used to say, you're lunch pal! Guess lookin' at it from the other side, it's kinda nice, aint it?

Or, as far as Tis could skim from the feelings his thighs radiated, Fuck Yeah!