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It had been a month since their last sexploit, sharing a kiss in the morning and their warmth at night. Oh there were always excuses or obligations, and sometimes a quick lay before sleep. But between the holidays and work and exhaustion neither the wife nor husband had the stamina to do anything special. Until now that is. She didn't have long to prepare, but she was more than in the mood right now and had pulled all of the right strings.

Home early. The bed was clean and the room smelled of fresh cider. Scented candles strung across a shelf, far enough away from their blankets that one didn't need to worry about the flame. Few enough in the room that it wasn't a hazard. Red and white were the notable color schemes, red drapes on the window, a white carpet, red and white pillows around a red blanket.

He would be home soon. It was just a matter of ... oh.

She could hear him at the door, cloven hooves clacking on tile floor downstairs. His voice called, but that was unimportant. Say nothing. Let him search, let him walk into her ambush.

He was at the stairs now. Her ears held high, she slowly wets a tongue across waiting lips. Her nethers tickled in anticipation, already feeling moisture drip beneath her fur.

"Honey?" he opened the door, and was greeted by the sight of a lounging deer. Her tan belly exposed, two pert little pink nipples swaying to one side. Her legs spread and tail sliding up to cover the crotch.

It twitches, giving him a momentary glimpse only to cover it back up in brown fluff.

"Yes my deer?" she grins, a tongue trailing out once more. That predatory gleam in her eyes said it all.

He smiled back with a tired sigh, amused even as his shoulders dropped. A jacket fell to the floor.

"Again with the puns. You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" He spoke, trying to be jovial. Approaching the bed and sliding off his pants.

"You did say anything. Come on, lay with me. It's been so looong." She sprawls out to cover the entire bed. Arms taking up the top and her toes blocking the bottom. The only way to get on the mattress would be to snuggle on top of her.

"Hrmm, I don't have work tomorrow ... I'm just. Can't we do this another night?" the heart was willing, but the body was weak. Would it be good for her if he didn't have the energy to try?

"Come." She pats a patch of the bed between her legs. "After tonight I'll owe you one again."

With her plans already in motion, how much energy he had wasn't going to matter. There were ways.

His knuckles approached first, sliding over the inner thigh. His head so close to her stomach, the mattress sags as his weight bears down on the far end. He kicks the rest of his pants off, but the shirt and underwear on his fur didn't match the sheer majesty of his wife laying in the nude.

The young buck was quick to discover she wasn't waiting for him to advance. Those same legs closed in, her hips bucked forward to press an entirely different set of lips onto his neck, and while her legs wrapped around she dropped back to the bed. Pulling him close, holding him still, his head about at her naval while his arms were beneath her. Is she wanted this could be a chokehold, but from the way her nethers glistened she very much expected something from him.

His muzzle points down, a moist tongue slips free to soak over her crotch. Tasting her. Teasing her.

And to his further surprise she bucks her hips upward once more, and her slit opens wide to envelop that muzzle in the strange, perverted semblance of a kiss.

"Hrmph?" Curiosity donned his face more than surprise or alarm, and his voice had this delightfully bubbly effect on the woman's state of mind. Attempts at speech turned his lips into a vibrator, and his tongue lathered against her silky folds.

"O-o-again!" she squeaked, mouth gaping open and glistening drops of water sliding down her cheeks. Both hands pressed into the back of her lovers head to keep it still, and then she thrust into him.

He breathed.

Was it a gasp? She wouldn't know for certain and at this point she didn't care, it was warm and it was air and the way his mouth moved was only a step removed from ecstasy. Her thighs smother onto his ears, feet braced into the mattress and her knees closing behind his head. Those horns were somewhat problematic for what she had intended, but if she just worked out enough fluid ...

She felt his palms grasp at her knees. Trying to hold himself up? Was he loosing balance? Was he trying to pull away, or simply tear his head free? Maybe it was just an attempt to feel her, to grace his touch along her supple curves in the only area he had reach.

"G-gahh ... n-no time love, we h-have plans." and of course there was no elaboration on what those plans might be.

The woman presses her arms downward and bucks her hips again, a forceful thrust that brings the lips of her crotch around the buck's forehead. His entire face tucked deep within slippery folds, feeling the caress of her skin and the tension in her excitement. This almost felt like masturbation for her with how the hands were positioned. Didn't stop her. A shove, feeling his horns bump into the hips, feeling the bottom of her slit close around his neck.

The horns were above her chest and waved in front of her face. She could have used them as handholds, but what she needed instead was to remove them.

A clench. Violent and powerful, she felt her husband's breathing still. Another shove.

She felt him licking, his exhale warming her very core while his tongue did wonders on any stress she might have felt.

"O-oh god ..." she blurted, eyelids aflutter.

But she felt something far more important, as his face dissolves. The tongue draws back in to taste her in all its forms, and comes back wetter. The lashing wet muscle melting away. His lips merging together and drooping down, splashing limply into the twitching folds.

"T-that's right, that's where you're s-spending the night~" she teases, shoving more of his head in. A fierce clench, she felt her loins jolt with electricity as that effect courses from her and surges into her love. Tearing away the bonds of his flesh and fur, converting him, melting him. Mind body and soul to become something of hers.

He could see it through the dim pink light that filtered from behind. His jaw melting into the background, his eyes and skull blobbing over.

Becoming her cum.

With a splut, she tugs at one of his horns and watches it come off, pulled away like a backscratcher or a particularly natural dildo. She clenches, drawing her hands back and feeling the scplorch, watching as the sheer suction of her muscles drag him in up to the chest. Another tug, a soft crack. She drops the other horn to one side so she can focus on the real meat of the task at hand.

His arms now gripped with an urgency that belayed how alarming this was, muscular hands massaging into her thighs and his broad shoulders pressed tight against her butt. The buck's efforts were rewarded with a tickle from that twitchy little doe tail beneath his chest, and an all too predictable clench. Suction, pulling, his body slid forward like a rag into a vacuum cleaner. She didn't need to use her arms to guide him deeper, merely to keep her legs spread and clench her hips.

The doe's own fingertips pulled back to cup two breasts, squeezing and fondling where he seemed more focused downstairs. He shoved his arms at the bottom of her spread thighs. An attempt to pull out?

"Oh honey, just relax." She coos, and takes his hands in hers. Holding them above his head and guiding them to her lips. Suckling the fingers, placing his damp palms onto the nipples and showing him just where to touch. Just where was softest.

A moan. She closes her eyes and gasps, with one more clench the man was in up to his shoulders and those two were melting into drops. His arms. She had to get those in, all of him needed to be hers. She wasn't going to waste a single drop.

He wasn't breathing now. He was still very much moving, his legs holding him up and the torso twisting, whether to shove him deeper inside or to pull his way out was hard to tell. All of his upper body had already converted, and that too was still moving. Soft blops, glorping splashes, what was left of his head was still very readily trying to lick at her. To feel it's way through the suffocating darkness.

Breathing was no longer possible with his slimy cum form, and nor was it any real concern.

She shoves his fingers into her cooch and is reduced to the throws of ecstasy once they start wriggling inside, a pitter-patter of strong touches splashing through the sea of clear white. Her hips buck, her back arches, her horns scrape into the walls and risk tearing a pillow to shreds.

"G-get ... i-in ..." with a horrendous effort she leans upright, pulls her head toward her hips, and reaches out to grab at her husband's thighs. Half of him was gone now, and much of what was inside hadn't melted yet. Her stomach bulged and her hips were stretched, but nowhere near as wide as they'd need to be to cover his entire body. Taking him all at once wasn't the plan, and difficult with those horns unless one went feet first.

But as parts melted down it took up less space. Some of the cum she merely absorbed into her own flesh, the rest she left alone as part of her husband, giving him something to move and something to surprise her with.

He twitches at this intrusion onto his backside, and seems far too surprised when his legs are lifted off the ground and he's shoved up to the waist within her crotch. She thought he really should have seen this coming. But then came the delicate part.

"O-ooohh." She breathes. Bending over to give the buck's tush one neat little kiss. Then she tries to bend his legs. Pulling his hooves up toward his tail, shoving his knees into that gaping slit. The vagina convulses and ripples, greedily devouring more and more with every breath. Each beat of her heart was another jolt, demanding more of this meal slide in where he so dearly belonged.

A shake of her head, but she had to get his knee's in or this might not work as intended.

Minor pain. Stretching too far, too fast, but with gritted teeth she relaxed into the burn. A hard clench compressed him slightly, legs squashing into what remained of his hips, but all she needed was ...

"C-can I come ..." a male voice. Heavy. Gasping. He'd been pleased to see things of his own, and he smelled of lust. "Is this where I come in?"

"G-gaaooohgodwowYES! Yes! Get fucking in here and do meee!" the deer was barely coherent. Lust and heat and the throws of passion, the first thing she noticed when the mailman came into the door was his crotch. Already slick and lubed, already dripping pre through that delightful tip.

Oh, in moments she saw the rest of him. Still wearing his uniform, pants hastily piled on the floor. He'd been hiding in the broom closet just outside and waiting for that right moment, and from the looks of things awaiting that moment with glee. Tall, but that's to be expected for a horse. Huge and hung, albeit only the balls really sagged when his member was this erect. Brown fur and dark black hair, the fur on his head matching the bare skin near his groin and the pulsating flesh so wonderfully presented.

The husband twitched, what parts of him were still solid and jutting out from between squeezing pink lips. Doe girl swings herself to one side and hefts his presented tush to do so, leaning her shoulders back and propping herself up with her hands.

Her mutual friend wasn't as nervous about this part, the horse approaching to plant his arms around her side and place his hips between her legs. Well, not her legs ... a presented deer tush was blocking the goods. His cock jabbed just under the tail and shoved, forward, deeper, easing into a puckered hole and sending his body just a tiny bit further into his wife. She responds by leaning her head onto the delivery man's chest and thrusting her hips into him. While he thrusts into her.

Heat and sweat, the muffled glops of still sentient cum moving about inside. The horse thrusts violently and a doe's aching moans could be heard all throughout the house. Soon he was just spread cheeks, his butt at the edge of her cunt and sliding deeper, always deeper. The hose pulls out and the tugging drags some of the buck with it, a tightly knotted cock that could draw out as well as push in. Neither looked down to see the dripping white cum on the buck's soaked hips before another thrust shoves him back in.

Pull out, then thrust in, pulling out and thrusting in again, faster and faster and faster with this double penetration. For the buck it felt like being melted away on one end and smothered in velvety darkness all while some other man ravages him from behind. Each thrust sending him deeper, and with every clench from his wife more of his remaining rump melted away. He could move a little bit, his legs twitching weakly and his anus clenching around a warm member, his upper body was more a sloppy mess of liquid that could hardly tell up from down at this moment.

For the wife it was like mating with a massive wriggly dildo that melts in your cooch, all of the touch and grace and smell of having a man to hold and who was strong enough to hold her, all of the pashion and power of feeling a man fall to cum drops inside her hips. Most absorbed into her flesh while the rest wiggled around within. The sheer spread, the sheer size, even the horse's cock alone would never compare to his tickly and soft all those hairs on her husband's hips were. Or the way his twitching tail poked into her abdomen as he kept vanishing within the folds only to be pulled back out.

For the horse this was a chance to release all of his pent up lust. To mate twice in a row, using one man's ass as a condom while folding a woman's chest, feeling her breath on his neck and the warmth between his fingers. It was tight, so very tight, his much too large maleness being squeezed by the feverish clenching of a trapped buck only to have more powerful muscles outside that compressing the deer cheeks around his cock. He'd already been playing with himself, the little voyeur listening in and waiting for this moment.

He didn't take long to pop, warm seed splurting forth into the husband's insides and mixing with the rest of womanly cum already present.

In and out, pulling out and shoving back in, even after that climax he shoves up to the balls and makes this little husband disappear inside. The woman arches back and thrusts her hips to keep him there, holding the horse close even when he started to pull away.

"N-no, a little long ..." she moans on gasping breaths. Sweat dripping onto the bedsheets and moisture from her legs spilling onto both of their thighs.

"W-was it ..." the horse gasps, already spent. It left the doe mildly annoyed, but she got what she expected. "Was it good for you?"

"I'm not going to climax, that would squirt him out too early. Just ... just hold him there. A little bit longer."

She shifted weight on her seat while her thighs did work, a tingle that felt so very much like being massaged and tickled at the same time. A spark of sensation, a dull thrum of pleasure she hoped would never end. Well ... actually if she could fit this delivery man inside them maybe it would last long-no! Bad girl, no, save that for a different day where the man won't have a boss looking for him. There's always another day.

Her cooch rippled as if it were chewing, side to side grinding motions that crushed and squished. She could feel his wearing away, feel what remained of his fur and flesh turning directly into a white and clear gel.

Ohgodwow it was so wonderful. This was obviously what he felt when melting her away the last time, only she was determined to keep from splattering her husband onto the bed.

"Is it ... ooohh, oh who cares." The horse lunged his head down and pressed his lips to hers. The taste of skin and the feel of each other's saliva, that sensation of a muscular tongue invading. Sliding against her teeth, feeling the inside of her cheeks. She shoved her own tongue back, eyes closed and feeling this penetration into two of her, openings, as it were. Wrestling with each other as the husband shrinks and shrinks.

It was hardly a minute before there was no feel of his rump left, even the toes were harmlessly converted directly to cum splatter. No blood, no bones, the last of his hooves were a black smudge no one would ever see before the pigment fades away. She could feel it now, the cock still buried deep inside her and covered in drops of her husband. Could feel her crotch grinding against it, the vaginal walls moving with purpose and predatory intent.

"H-hey, um ..."

"Right, right." The woman breathed, the doe girl pulling out of a kiss and clenching her thighs once more. Teasing. Predatory. Far, far too predatory, how much convincing would it take to get this man inside her? She'd give him back, pinkie promise. "You'd better pull out quick, unless you want your own bits to drip away. You'd still feel it you know, still inside me. You just wouldn't be able to stroke it."

The horse leaned his own head back and actually seemed to consider this. For a moment the doe's eyes twinkled in delight, only to feel that touch of his fingers beneath her chin.

"Some o-other time. I've s-spent too long here." He pulled out. He did so slowly and with great reluctance, as if this was some challenge to halt this warm moist arousal. Still, the whole point of a quickie is to be quick about it. And when his member was finally free it was dripping with white globs, spiling down both of their thighs and into their fur. Sticky trails of cohesive cum formed a line back to her gaping slit.

More to the point, it moved.

Tiny beads, lifting up like tendrils of some blob monster, rose atop the horse's shaft and waved around. Feeling their surroundings, pulling together. The doe could watch as that line of her husband's remains tried to orient whatever part of himself was pulled free. He could see from all of it, she knew. And he could feel whatever was done to it, even the parts she absorbed entirely to limit his control.

"B-before you go, it's my turn to c-clean up." The wife gasps, numerous tentacles assaulting her from within and tickling her from outside. Too weak to actually part the flesh, but plenty active for her to feel it.

She bends her head forward, nose to his cock, and gave a wink to the tiny lines of her cum that seemed to notice her face so close. Drawing toward her, gently touching down her chin.

Slurp.

She licks, and those tendrils vanish with nary a gulp. Flavors of lust and male and woman and sex all dance within her mouth, quite literally given it was still moving. Trying to remain balanced atop her tongue. She lathers again, tongue sliding over the shaft, drawing across from tip to balls in a single run. She breathes in the musk of his hair, the slightly stale taste of his own cum and all it's hornlike goodness. The flavor of lube and something else formed awkward aftertastes which lingered in her throat, but she could drown that out with more of her husband.

Not a drop missing.

The cleans up the entirety one petite lick at a time. Replacing feminine splooge with dainty slobber, and leading the poor horse aching for release. So soon after the first and now here she was riling him up again.

"A-ah, done." She splutters, gulping down more wriggly lines of her husband's form. "All clean now, please do r-run along while I take care to w-wipe down myself."

He couldn't speak at first, stumbling back into the wall and smiling weakly.

"Some ... some other time." The delivery man says once more, perhaps for his own benefit than hers. He lingers at the door, making sure to turn back with a longing gaze.

She gives him the start a show he'd have to miss, bending at the waist and putting her nose down between her own legs. Messy tails and dripping clear cum soaked her own crotch and stained parts of the bed, but she seemed to have contained most of it to her own fur and thighs. Minimal cleanup. She started to lick herself.

The horse left with a full erection and a deep blush across his cheeks and ears. As the doe heard a door shut and another open, she quietly suspected he'd forgotten to put his pants back on.

Another slurp.

The tendrils of cum rose high and slithered up to her nostrils, a warm snort and then she kissed that bit of splatter. An inhale, suction to draw more in, then back to long and lathering sluuurps.

She could see trailing lines of her husband trying to pull on other globs at her slit, as if using that one bit from the outside to pull the rest of him out. She also saw one clear trail slither down her thighs and make a dash toward the floor. She makes sure to kiss that one first.

It vanishes onto her taste buds.

"A-aahh, no. Oh nonono, my deer husband, y-you are going t-to spend the night in there. A-and I am going to sleep, and then read, a-and then take a very long shower tomorrow."

She licks up the length of her own cunt, the dexterous tongue starting at the very bottom and then trailing up to the top. Sidelong swipes through her thighs, a constant mixture of wide slurps to pinpoint kisses, to simply lathering herself in spit and then sucking up whatever tastes like her husband. It wasn't long at all before she manages to clean away everything but slobber, and a handful of pre drops poking out of her nethers.

"You did the cleanup last time, it's only fair I do all the cleaning now." She licks at that final drop once more, eyes closed as she enjoys the faint wriggling.

Every bit of him inside her was brushing against velvet walls, filling space in her uterus and probing at the ovaries. She absorbed what she could without taking away that movement entirely, converting the cum of her husband directly into flesh of her folds. Lowering that telltale bulge, shrinking him to a more manageable size, and of course forcing the still conscious mate to feel everything her cunt was feeling.

The bits inside her mouth dashed limply from tooth to tooth, still disoriented from this experience of a split and becoming so intimately aware of the space in her gum line. At least until enough drool formed around it that the cum was diluted and swallowed.

Parts of him in her stomach was absorbed immediately, merging into the tummy walls giving him strange sensations on top of everything else he's left to enjoy.

She licks again.

There was nothing to clean up, she just wanted to lick.

"A-and when you d-do come out, it's g-going to be in a bathtub. I've already washed t-these sheets."