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"HT" The perpetually hoodie-clad raccoon perked, and hefted his weight off the couch, stuffing his hands in his pouch pocket as he made his way over, before crouching down to start working on opening the large present. His ringed tail swayed back and forth behind him as he wiggled the ribbon away from the top of the package, until the thing came free with no need to untie the elaborate bow. Finding a seam with his finger, he slipped it in and broke the tape holding it together, unfurling the decorative wrapping to reveal the box itself. The rotund Procyon bit his blue tongue a bit, opening up the box finally. The assembled group looked on expectantly as he sat there, looking into the box, before he reached in and scooped up a sleeping skunk all tied up in pretty ribbons. HT kissed the skunk right on the white diamond mark at the top of his brow, then, quite unceremoniously, gaped wide and started to shove the bundle of skunk in. His cheeks bulged out as more and more of the mephit was deposited inside his maw, visibly drooling down his chin as he was conspicuously holding off on swallowing. The moisture and the pressure caused Tris to start to awaken, confused, and surrounded by blue flesh and the occasional white tooth, his face mooshing into a fat uvula as he was twisted a bit to fit his feet in. He felt the large tongue tucking around his foot paws and a dexterous hand tucking the tip of his tail in, trying to turn his head enough to see out, or any sign of where he'd woken up. He caught a glimpse of the grey paw and orange sleeve. The mephit opened his mouth to say something, but then the jaws finally shut. HT made sure his teeth knit together without any part of his precious gift getting caught in it, his hands up on his immensely distended cheeks, rubbing with a soft, happy noise, before all at once swallowing. The whole shape of the skunk dropped, stretching out the throat below the raccoon's jaw, and seeming to only get caught on the neck of the hoodie itself. The Procyon put a single digit between the wiggling bulge and the orange fabric, and pulled, gulping again, eagerly. With that Tris plummeted the rest of the way down, his form hidden beneath bulk and heavy fabric. He felt a sudden vertigo as he passed through the cardia with a slick, cartoonish pop, and free-fell the good distance through the open stomach to the floor of the spacious chamber, feeling the flesh conform, stretch, and elastically bring him back up to the 'floor' level. The silence of the room was broken as the tubby raccoon's gut bounced down into his lap before wobbling back up to normal. "Couldn't wait, could you?" Jay chuckled, breaking the silence. HT put a fist up to his muzzle and stifled a belch into it, his free hand patting over his gut. "Why should I?" Meanwhile, Tris was starting to realize he wasn't alone inside this blue belly. A low purr filled his ear as a gut-slime coated arm wrapped up around his chest, spooning him up. "Wow, didn't expect to see you around here for another week." The cat squeezed in against the skunk's back and gave a nuzzle to his ear. "When we were gonna come visiting for New Year's..." "Circ...?" The mephit blinked, surprised. He managed to turn his head enough around to glimpse his friend. Circ smirked. "Yeah. Wow, you must have been out of it when you got here..." Tris looked around the faintly lit walls, just well enough to keep registering the blue color of the inner lining "So, this is HT's gut..." The cat snickered and gave his friend a tight squeeze. "Yup. Welcome to the Blueberry Blubber Bed." The fleshy walls contracted around the bound skunk and cuddly cat as a low, bass belch rumbled out above them, followed by a firm paw rubbing. "You two behave in there." "Oh, we won't." Circ giggled and gave the still tied up mephit a playful grope. Jay chuckled at the display, and the way the shape of the other skunk wriggled under his friend's pelt, before that orange hoodie was pulled back down, obscuring the movement. "Keeping your friends close, huh?" HT stuck his blue tongue out. "I mean, if you're asking if we can move the party in here..." He patted over the curve of his gut. Flik laughed. "I don't doubt you could accommodate, but if I'm reading the situation, those two are in for the long haul..." "Well, yeah. Got tickets to head to Tris' place at the end of the week," The raccoon kneaded under the orange fabric idly with his hand, a content smirk on his muzzle. "No reason to change those plans." Jay gestured for the raccoon to head back over to his place on the couch so that the present-giving could resume, seeing some of the others were getting antsy. The Procyon made his way over and flopped onto the couch, re-taking his spot wedged between the arm and the similarly hoodie-clad wolf, Forest. He scooped his big belly up onto the couch as much as he could to keep his passengers from dangling precariously, bracing with one leg and snuggling it with a happy sigh. "You look happy." Forest understated masterfully. "I didn't see, who did you even eat?" HT picked his teeth with a claw and grinned. "It's my Tris in a Box." Forest peered at the big belly, as Jag leaned forward into view. "No fairs! I wanted a skunk!" The raccoon stifled another belch with his fist. "There's plenty of other skunks, silly." He patted possessively over his padded paunch. Said paunch squirmed about and nearly bumped right into Forest. The wolf blushed a bit, and got up. "Maybe I should give you some more room..." HT aww'd, but shrugged and continued to rub and hug over his swell of the two bundled up tight inside him. Jag slipped a bit closer and ventured putting an ear up to the raccoon's hoodie. Inside, Circ hadn't made a single move to untie his roommate, purring and teasing him with his gropes and nibbles. Tris let out a bashful whine, wriggling about in his binds. "Kitty..." "Yeah, Tris?" The cat murmured in one of the mephit's ears. The skunk waited a moment, blushing in the dark, before muttering, "Take me..." The feline smirked and nibbled gently on one of the bound male's cheeks. "What was that?" "Nnnnngh..." Tris whined and squirmed. "Take me, Kitty!" His voice was slightly muffled by the blue flesh his face was pressed against, but his need was unmistakable. With all the teasing and all the belly slime, there was no problem for the cat to grant the skunk's request, taking a mere moment to line up right. The stomach walls chose this moment to clench in tightly on the pair, forcing the mount to go all at once, and Tris let out a squeak audible around most of the room outside. HT smirked, flexing his stomach around the pair possessively, feeling exactly what they were up to and making sure they couldn't stop any time soon. He reached down and pressed Jag's head in against his belly with a low growl. "Have a good listen..." Circ groaned, grinding into the hilt the belly walls had forced him into, holding on tightly to the shuddering skunk in his arms until the walls relented, and allowed him to start to properly thrust. The walls, however, wouldn't let him pull his hips back enough to pull free, and the cat found himself blushing a bit. Tris was unaware of how much control the raccoon was exerting on things, just letting his body be held in the slick warm cradling of flesh and his binding ribbons, still not getting uncomfortable, no matter how he was held. He was far more focused on the feeling of the thick flesh spreading him under his tail, grinding into sensitive, pleasurable spots with every delving thrust inward. Jag mewled weakly, blushing intensely as he was forced to stay cuddled up against the rocking, churning belly, ears filled with the mixed gastric and amorous gurgles, squelches, and groans. The hoodie-clad raccoon licked his lips idly, continuing to carefully modulate his stomach's clenches and squeezes. "Finish up in there you two, it's nearly my turn to open a present again..." He muttered casually. The tabby inside didn't need to be told twice, thrusting more erratically as he grew close to climax, squeezing up the skunk and nibbling along his throat between feeling the soft hips squish against his own with each powerful slam, wetly slorping in the wet conditions of the gut. Whimpering, Tris writhed against his binds, both ribbon and clenching stomach walls, his whole body starting to tense up as he was driven towards his peak. It didn't take much more time before he cried out directly against the wrinkled blue flesh, shuddering all over. Outside, Jag was finally let free, blushing and flailing his paws at HT from nearly across the couch. "Mew, don't be grosssss..." As his stomach stopped squirming and slumped back into a more casual, loose lumpy ball, HT licked over his lips, kneading over the pair inside him. "Good boys~" Circ panted softly in afterglow, snuggling tightly to the mephit he was still hilted into, spent and left in his warm cuddly phase. Tris also relaxed, a soft smile plastered across his muzzle, surrounded in warmth and softness, apart from the firmness still buried under his tail, but that was warm, and very nice to feel, still. He stifled a bit of a yawn, even though he'd only barely just woken up, and nuzzled into the cat's embracing arm. "HT, it's your present again." Flik announced, the dragon naga using his long tail to drop a package on top of the curve of the raccoon's gut. HT carefully unwrapped this gift, tilting his head slightly, before pulling out a new orange hoodie, this one looking a bit bigger than he was used to. He unfurled it, and snerked a bit at the message he found there. "Another orange hoodie?" Forest asked from across the ring of houseguests in his new seat. The raccoon blepped and turned the hoodie around to reveal the writing: 'Love Shack' formed out of much smaller text. Jay chuckled a bit, "You won't stretch your normal hoodie out too much now..." Flik grinned wide. "Did you check the pouch?" "Huh?" HT reached a hand into the pouch of the new hoodie, and dug out a cell phone with a familiar case, two sets of earbuds, and a y-adaptor. The Procyon stared a bit at the collection, before tossing the whole kit and caboodle into his muzzle and gulping them down. A muffled voice which clearly came from the skunk below layers of raccoon and fabric was heard throughout the room. "Wha- That's my phone?!"

Boxing Day HT was laid up in his bed at the Manor, cuddled around his swollen gut. It was the time of year for his kind to go into torpor and who was he to argue, at least for a couple days? The raccoon affectionately nuzzled over the shapes of the heads of the two sleeping meals he'd packed away, the pair having dozed off cozily sharing the skunk's phone using the gifted adaptor. HT purred softly as he gave each of the shapes underneath his fuzz and orange hoodie a kiss. "Mine. Both of you, mine..."