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I gulped as the hefty-looking file lay open in front of me. Sighing, I returned my attention to the dragoness, whose friendly smile helped calm my nerves.

“My name is Rose. I will help you acclimate to the afterlife," she said. Noticing my anxiety, she placed her soft-scaled hand on my arm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“W-what is this place? Am I in hell?" I asked.

“No, you are not in hell. You are in purgatory, so I suppose you are somewhere in between," she explained.

“Purgatory?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Yes, the lineup for judgment is staggeringly long. It could take a few hundred years to see your judge," she replied, letting go of my arm.

“T-that is quite a file. Is that mine?" I inquired, glancing at the open file on the table.

“Yes, it is, but don't worry, James. This is fairly light compared to most files from your age range," she said, flipping to the last page of the file. She handed me a slip of paper and a pen. “Just sign at the bottom, acknowledging that this file is yours."

I took the paper, signed the bottom, and returned it to her. With a snap of her fingers, she closed the file, and it vanished.

“Where did it go?" I asked, my surprise evident in my voice.

“It went with the rest of the files; they are all numbered, and eventually, it will make it to the judge for your final judgment," she said, explaining the process.

“Of course, at any point, you can volunteer to stay in purgatory instead of going to heaven or hell," she said.

“I can choose to stay here? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of being judged?" I asked.

“Well, in a way, it would. However, if you were good or bad enough, you wouldn't end up here. You would be sent directly to your respective afterlife. This means you managed to maintain a neutral stance in life to find yourself in this place," she explained.

“What happens now?" I asked.

“I will show you to your new room, " she replied, standing up. I stood up and followed her out of the office. Once outside, I looked around. We were in a hallway with plain linoleum floors and white walls. It strangely looked like a hospital. Each door was black with brass numbers, and the light came from fluorescent lights in the ceiling. Looking down the hall, there were an endless number of doors. I looked at Rose, and she smiled back at me.

“How do I find my room?" I asked, my interest growing.

“Easy, you go into the elevator and slide your key card into the slot in the wall that says 'Rooms'; once the elevator door opens, your room will be right in front of you." She replied as we walked into the doors opened. I entered the elevator, and a card slot was on the wall instead of buttons.

“I don't have a key," I replied.

“Check your pocket," Rose replied. I looked down to see that my regular clothes were now replaced with plain grey sweatpants and sweatshirts; I slipped my hand into my pocket and felt the plastic edge of a card. I pulled it out and slipped it into the slot in the wall. The elevator dinged, and the door opened. As I assumed, nothing changed except the numbers. I walked to the door before me and slid the card into the lock. I heard a beep and a click. I turned the handle and opened the door. Inside the room, I was met with a wave of cold air. The room was reasonably big, with a small kitchenette, a dining table, a desk and chair, a full bathroom next to the door, and a closet across from the bathroom. Walking in, I flicked on the light to see a queen-sized bed, a small television, a couch, and a chair. The floor was covered in a beige carpet, and the walls were the same white as the hallway.

“This is pretty nice," I stated. Rose chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“It grows on you." She replied, understanding my sarcasm.

“So, what do I do while I wait for my judgment?" I asked.

“You can do whatever you want; this place is free of judgment or consequences. Most people hang out in the common areas, and there is even a mall you can go to. Though if you are looking for something else, sex is very common here; for most, it is a fun way to pass the time; for others, it is a great way to get to know people. It's a unique aspect of this place, where physical intimacy is not just tolerated but highly encouraged as a means of social interaction," she said with a smile.

“That sounds interesting. What do you mean by highly encouraged?" I asked.

“Well, if you want… I could show you," she said, whispering the last part in my ear. I swallowed hard as she let me go and brushed past me; I felt her tail lightly coil around my leg. I watched as she slowly walked to my bed and sat facing me.

“That is… if you are interested." She spoke in a sultry tone, looking into my eyes.

“But we only just met," I exclaimed as she lifted her skirt, showing off her light blue-tinged slit in between her scaly legs; my mind blanked at the sight as my pants tightened.

“Well, it seems part of you doesn't care that we just met." She said with a sly smirk as she glanced at my crotch. I shook my head as my brain rebooted and covered my tented pants.

“Sorry… I uh… wow, you look amazing," I said, tripping over my thoughts.

“Thank you, so, would you like to have some fun, or is this all too much for your first day?" she asked as she used two clawed fingers to spread her slit, showing off her ocean blue inner flesh that twitched with the attention. I wiped some drool off my muzzle and slowly stepped towards her, a smile growing on her face as I got closer. The scent of burnt marshmallows hit my nose as I got within a few feet of her; she leaned back onto the bed with her hips resting on the edge of the mattress, her legs spread, and her skirt up over her stomach, leaving me with the perfect view of her nether lips and her anus.

“I think I could give it a try," I said as I was transfixed on her offered slit.

I kneeled between her legs; I could see her nether lips were swollen and dripping a clear fluid. I leaned forward and extended my tongue as I felt her surprisingly warm, slightly salty, scaled skin against my tongue. I could taste her sweet fluids cascade over my tastebuds; I purred as I slowly dragged my tongue up between her slit, the barbs on my tongue raking against her sensitive inner flesh. She let out a loud moan as I felt a nub of flesh run across my tongue, her thighs clamping around my head as more sweet fluid spread over my tongue. Since I couldn't move my head, I dove my tongue deep into her soaking, twitching depths, feeling her soft, ribbed walls squeeze around me, her insides almost scalding hot; I slowly dragged my tongue out of her passage as her legs loosened around me. I licked around her slit as I used my fingers to spread her open again; I dove my tongue as deep as I could inside her, this time I felt her fleshy walls clamp down and twitch hard; her body convulsed on my bed as her fluids spilled out, soaking the fur around my mouth.

She lay panting on my bed as I stood up and wiped my mouth; she looked up at me with a dazed look in her eyes.

“Wow, you are better than I expected, and the purring…" she moaned, making my cheeks flush.

“Thank you; you taste amazing," I replied as I sat beside her. She leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder.

“I think we will be good friends," she said, rubbing my thigh.

“I think so," I replied. We sat in silence for a few minutes until she stood up and stretched. She walked toward the door and turned to look at me.

“Tomorrow, I'll take you to one of the popular common areas," she said with a smirk before she turned and left the room. I cleaned up and returned to bed, noticing with interest that the sheets were fresh, as if nothing had happened. I slipped under my sheets and fell asleep.

I woke to the sound of a knock on my door; it took me a moment to remember what happened as I unconsciously rubbed a finger over where I was shot the day before. Another knock came from the door before it opened, revealing Rose, wearing a short skirt and a belly shirt; she smirked as she closed the door behind her and slipped into my bed with me.

“Good morning, James. Are you ready to meet my friends? They are just dying to meet you," she said as she wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my neck. I felt her tail slowly rub my inner thigh.

“Your friends want to meet me? I just got here," I replied.

“I might have talked to them about last night," she said sheepishly; I felt her tail slip further up my thigh and poke me lightly under my balls. My breath hitched in my throat as she slipped her hand towards my sheath, stopping short of my quickly emerging member. Suddenly, she released me and got out of bed; she grabbed my pants and tossed them at me.

“Okay, fine, I will get up," I said with a laugh as she stood in my entranceway, staring at me with her hands on her hips. I left the bed and slipped on the purgatory-issued grey sweatpants and shirt. I noticed Rose bite her lip slightly as she eyed my half-mast cock as it disappeared into my pants.

“A little excited to see me, James?" Rose mocked.

“You are such a tease, Rose," I replied, walking towards the door. I followed close behind her as she led the way to the elevator, seeming happier than usual. Once we arrived, I was met with the sight of a male wolf having sex with a male feral cheetah; the cheetah was purring and pushing back toward the wolf, which was balls deep inside his ass. The wolf looked at me and smirked, making me look away. We boarded the elevator in silence; once the door was closed, Rose burst out laughing.

“The look on your face!" she laughed, wiping a tear from her eye.

“What? Don't you think it is odd to see an anthro balls deep in a feral?" I asked as she caught her breath.

“Not at all; it is very common here. Most times, they approach you," She explained.

“It is still odd," I replied, earning an eye roll from her. Rose slipped her card into a slot called 'Common room. ' The elevator dinged as the door opened, revealing an old pub; the floor was made of cobblestone, and the bar was made of wood. Looking around, there was a stone fireplace, a few tables with chairs, and a series of doors along the wall. As I walked with Rose, a male lion waved at us from behind the bar.

“Hello, Rose, nice to see you again. Who is your handsome friend with you?" he said, placing two beer mugs on the counter.

“Hello Alex, this is James. He is new here, so be gentle," she said as she grabbed a mug.

“I am always gentle unless you ask nicely," Alex replied, giving me a wink. I looked away, feeling heat rush to my face.

“Your friends are in your usual room," Alex told Rose. I grabbed my beer, anticipating that I might need it, and followed Rose as she walked briskly toward a door at the end of the hallway. When Rose opened the door, it revealed a smaller room with a leather sectional couch, a large flat-screen TV, and a coffee table. A male German shepherd, a female horse, and a male white tiger were on the couch. They all turned to look at Rose as we walked in.

“Hello, everyone. This is James, and these are my friends: Kyle (German shepherd), Beth (Horse), and last but not least, Max (Tiger). I felt nervous as her friends stared at me, and Mathew stood up and walked up to me.

“Hello James, Rose told us about you. Don't worry about us; we don't bite unless you ask us," he said, pulling me into a firm hug. I returned the hug as I noticed her friends continued watching TV. Rose slumped herself down on the couch next to Kyle, wrapped an arm around his neck, and roughly rubbed a knuckle into the top of his head, making him squirm out of her grasp.

“Ouch! What was that for?" Kyle complained, rubbing his head.

“That was for last night; remember how you sat on my legs so that I couldn't get up off the couch and laughed as Beth sat bare-assed on my face?" Rose replied, making Kyle chuckle.

“You seemed to enjoy it, that is, unless the tongue I felt was the only muscle in your body fighting to lift me," Beth said, returning to the room with more drinks. I sat quietly on the end of the couch as her friends got comfortable again; Max sat next to me in the corner section and pulled me against him. I stayed still as he had his arms wrapped around me.

“What's wrong, James? You don't seem really into cuddling," Max observed, noticing the tension in my body as I shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity. “I'm still new to all of this, and honestly, I'm not sure if I'm into men," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Max immediately loosened his grip around me, sensing my unease, and I sat up to create some distance between us.

“Ah, I see. Sorry for assuming, James. I completely forgot this is all new to you," Max said, scratching his head awkwardly. “But what do you mean when you say you don't think you're into men? Can you explain a little more?"

I hesitated, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I just mean that I've never been with another guy before," I confessed, my cheeks flushing as I made eye contact with him.

Max smiled warmly, his expression turning reassuring. “Oh, that's okay! Everyone has to start somewhere. I promise I won't push you into anything you're uncomfortable with. But if you ever feel curious or want to explore those feelings, Kyle and I would be happy to help you navigate it," he offered, his voice kind and inviting.

“Thank you for being so understanding," I replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I watched Kyle walk up to Max and sit on his lap; after a few minutes, I heard a wet, slippery noise followed by a light moan. I glanced over to see Max holding Kyle by the hips; I looked down as Kyle moved up, and I was met with the glistening pink, throbbing barbed cock from Max as it was disappearing into Kyle again with an audible 'plap' as their hips met. I felt my face flush as my member stirred awake in its sheath; feeling embarrassed, I quietly got up, left the room, and sat at the main bar. Alex walked up to me and stood in front of me.

“What's wrong, James? Not having fun?" he asked calmly as he placed a bowl of pretzels on the table next to me.

“I don't know; I am not used to seeing so much sex around me," I answered as I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.

“I remember my first few days here. I felt just like you: scared, confused, and trying to make sense of everything. Things became overwhelming very quickly," Alex shared.

“How did you get used to it all?" I asked softly, my voice tinged with defeat.

“My best advice is not to rush things to please others. If you start to feel overwhelmed, go home or take a break. Chances are, you'll be here for a few hundred years; you have plenty of time," he said, rubbing his thumb gently over my cheek.

“Thank you," I replied, a wave of relief washing over me. I sipped the beer silently for the next few minutes as the lion cleaned the bar.

“I don't have any money to pay for this," I confessed to Alex.

“Everything is free. If people are feeling generous, I usually ask for a warm place to empty my balls," he said with a wink and a gentle pat on my shoulder. I chuckled a little, making him grin. After a while, I walked back into the room with Rose and her friends; they were about to start a movie, so I sat down at the end of the couch next to Beth. Once the movie started, I felt more relaxed; during the movie, I heard some distinctive slurping and sucking noises that I decided to ignore. Once the movie ended, I stretched and stood up; I noticed Max was the only one still in the room.

“Where did everyone go?" I asked.

“They are still here," he replied with a smirk.

“Oh? I don't see them," I said sarcastically.

“That is because I ate them," he answered, patting himself on the stomach.

“W-what? You ate them? why?" I asked as I was starting to feel nervous.

“They shrank, and I picked them up, one by one, and swallowed them whole feet first." He replied.

“Are you going to eat me as well?" I asked as I felt my adrenaline start pumping.

“Not unless you want me to," he spoke as he stood up and walked before me.

“NO! I am not crazy," I replied as he leaned down, making his face fill my vision. He yawned widely, and all I could see was his pink cavernous mouth edged with sharp white teeth. His rough tongue curled over his bottom teeth like a pink carpet while his throat released moist breath that surprisingly smelled pleasant. The roof of his mouth was ribbed and dripping with drool. I cringed away as he let out a laugh.

“Don't worry, James, I only eat people who want to be eaten," he said as he licked my cheek.

“It seems dangerous," I pointed out.

“Well, you can't die again once you're already dead; instead, you would simply wake up in your room once you are digested painlessly," he said, sitting uncomfortably close to me. I moved away slightly; he put a hand on my thigh and purred.

“How about you shrink to four inches? I will put you in my mouth, and you can at least see what it is like; I won't swallow you without your permission." He offered calmly. I don't know why I was considering his offer.

“How do I shrink?" I asked in defeat, seeing a smile form on his face.

“It is quite simple: you close your eyes and imagine being small," he said as I watched his barbed member slip from his sheath. I closed my eyes and did as instructed. I didn't feel any different, and I was about to call him out on it when I felt a hand wrap around my body. My eyes shot open as he picked me up and held me in front of his much larger mouth; I gulped as he slowly licked his lips.

“I changed my mind! Put me down!" I called out; I watched in horror as he opened his mouth, strands of drool pooling on his tongue. he loosened his grip, held me by my chest, and lifted me above his head; I looked down as he tilted his head back, I could see clearly down his gaping, fleshy throat as it pulsed as if it was impatiently waiting for food.

“Please, don't do this!" I yelled to no avail; he slowly lowered me towards his mouth, my legs entered his mouth and slipped across his broad tongue, my feet sank into his throat as my head entered his mouth, and he tilted his head back down, making me lay on his squishy, hot tongue. Instantly, his drool soaked through my clothing, and he left his mouth slightly open so that I could still see everything. His breathing was almost deafening at my size; the rough texture of his tongue held me in place as he sat on the couch.

“Let me out!" I yelled out; I heard him chuckle as he closed his mouth, trapping me in darkness. I felt his mouth come alive as he squished me gently into the hard pallet of his maw, where he started sucking on me lightly. After he was satisfied, he pushed me into his cheek and under his tongue, where it was a lot smoother and slimy. He returned me to the top of his tongue, and he leaned his head back, letting me slip towards his throat; just as I was about to slide into his esophagus, he coughed and spat me out onto his hand. I lay on my back, panting hard as he stared down at me.

“So, what did you think?" Max asked, a worried look on his face.

“It wasn't bad, I must admit," I replied, embarrassed.

“I can put you back inside if you want," he offered. After much hesitation, I sighed.

“Okay." That was all I could get out before he tossed me back into his mouth; this time, he pushed me between his molars and started chewing on me lightly. At first, I was scared that he was going to bite hard, but after a few minutes, it felt more like a massage. He rolled me around his mouth and swallowed around me; he opened his mouth again and tilted his head backward; as I started to slide, I looked up, seeing the room framed in tiger teeth as I slipped off his tongue and into his throat, one gulp and the view of the room was replaced with pulsing flesh as he finally swallowed me. His throat felt like a hot, wet slip and slide that squeezed around me; I felt my feet slip past a tight ring of flesh as I quickly followed. I fell a few feet and landed in soft, cushiony flesh, his stomach walls forming around me. The air inside was slightly acidic, only enough to make it tingly in my nose, making me sneeze.

After a few minutes, I started to feel tired, the mix of the warmth and softness of his flesh making me sleepy; I could feel slime pooling around me as I felt my consciousness slip away.