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Neither of them were sure what their wives could have possibly been spending so much time preparing, but the anticipation was just making it all the more enjoyable. Nick and Adam had known each other for years now, but their slight collective fear of each other's partners had kept them from actually spending much time together as a foursome. It was those two fearsome ladies on the other side who had arranged for this whole thing, pressing the two of them towards the idea despite some initial hesitance. But when they were married to women of their size and general ferocity, any resistance they might had to their ideas tended to collapse pretty fast. Much faster when they were working together to get their collective way.

It wasn't like it was the first time they had done something like this. Both couples were finding they enjoyed swinging around. It took some of the burden off the smaller guys in the relationships and gave their hips time to recover. They had already arranged for similar nights plenty of times already. But those activities seemed more casual when it was with total strangers, or distant acquaintances at most. The donkey and the coyote had known each other since they were in school together. It just seemed a bit odd to them, was all. They were close friends with similar taste in women, but even if they weren't planning on actually touching each other, seeing each other naked was going to be a little weird.

They perked up when they finally heard the bathroom door unlocking. There was a rustled on the other end, and the two women strode out wearing nothing more than grins. They were each hefting some kind of bag of trinkets and goodies, the likes of which their husbands could only imagine given their history. Elena was showing off her rather intimidating teeth in that interlocked gator grin of hers. Amanda was simply smirking, which was almost worse for a big, hefty grizzly bear like her. Both of them were absolutely hulking, a potent mix of muscle and curvy padding that made their average-sized husbands look tiny by comparison. And with expressions like that, Nick and Adam alike had to know they were up to no good.

Coyote and donkey alike were still sort of trying not to look at each other, still kind of weirded out by the feeling of sitting there naked together. Especially when the two of them were as hard as they were. As much as they were avoiding glancing over, it was pretty evident that Nick was the better-hung of the duo, but that was obvious. Of course a donkey, with a fat, flared equine shaft would have more to show off than a coyote, but that thickly knotted dick was nothing to dismiss so easily. He was particularly big for a canine, and only getting bigger as that bulb formed and bulged bigger with every moment he spent looking over the ample curves of the two devilishly smiling women.

Of course, his wife's bearish good looks were as pleasing to him as ever, but he had to admit the spiky, dangerous-looking grin and rough, even abrasive scales of the gator were immensely appealing. There was something about her that his beloved ursine partner didn't quite have, something to the gleam of reflecting lights on her hide, to the stark, fierce look in her eyes that he had always desired. That wasn't a new revelation. Ever since he'd first met her, he'd always wanted to shove his knot up between her thighs. But that just wasn't something you said out loud to such a close friend like Nick.

Not that the donkey hadn't been harbouring the very same kinds of thoughts. That was pretty evident given he was actually dripping. There was a thick gob of pre forming at his tip, and the longer he looked over the reddish-brown fur of the great big bear, took in the sight of all her fluffy heft, the wetter he was getting. That eventually left it streaming down his shaft, making it glisten with the scented coating, while he just shifted in his seat and fought down the urge to burst into a sudden bray. Amanda was such a creature of contrast, so warm, with a great big bust and tremendous, broad hips, looking so soft and welcoming like you could just melt into her embrace. But beneath the fluff there was muscle that could crush, and fangs that could break bone. It wasn't making Nick any less excited.

Finally, the donkey broke the horny silence, putting on a flat-toothed grin of his own.

"Got some presents for us, honey?"

"Oh, these aren't for you," Elena teased back "They're for him."

That was obvious, but it made the donkey blush anyway. Just rubbing it in that she was going to fuck his best friend, right in front of him. She gave her heavy tail a few swings, dragging it along the floor, and stepped right up to Adam, placing a hand on his shoulder. And squeezing. He gulped and licked his lips, doing his best to look confident and hide the nervousness rattling through her body. Elena was not a small alligator. She was a great green titan of a woman whose musclateutre didn't even properly warn of her actual strength. She could have crushed him like a can on a mere whim. And her jaws could have sheared him in two with ease. So he was reasonably tense when she leaned right in to whisper something to him.

"Don't you worry, cutie. I'm gonna go rough with you but I know the line."

"Yeah, and she knows how to cross it too." Nick was beaming proudly, partly for having survived so many years with the huge scaly lady and endured her many lusts.

"Don't get too cocky, now," Amanda teased. She came close and simply stroked at his ears with one of her huge hands. "I'm not going to go so easy on you either. I wonder what kinds of noises donkeys make when they break."

"Truly embarrassing ones, to be honest," Nick admitted, slowly standing but finding himself flat in his chair once more when the bear shoved him. That made him quieter.

Adam finally said something. Tipping his head back, he didn't quite meet Elena's gaze, looking just a little off-centre at her face.

"So, how shall we start?"

The gator just gave him a little chuckle. "Oh, sweetie. You think you're actually going to get to do anything? Well, let's get that thought out of your head. You're mine now. I'm going to use you."

The coyote flattened his ears, slowly nodding. That was good enough for him. He quickly demonstrated just how ready he was to be obedient when she placed a hand beneath his muzzle, guiding him to his feet. She ran her claws along his bare hide, here and there, stroking his arms and his chest, running a firm scritch down his sides. It was like she was inspecting him, sizing him up as piece of meat more than a partner. She didn't even pay any mind to his cock at first. And when she did, it was to firmly grasp it and tug him along by it as if she were leading him on a leash. All he could do was whimper and follow right along, pulsing slickly between her roughly scaled fingers.

She took her time, guiding him with a strong but careful tug, until they were on the side of his own bed. A little pause for effect, faintly stroking at him, just making sure he kept that knot fully engorged for her, and she grinned a little broader. He didn't know what she was planning, but he knew the look on her face made his heart leap just to see it. His tail twitched while he waited, his body tense but slumped, barely looking up at her. Then she shoved him, and hard.

All he could do was gasp as he went toppling back, his feet kicking up into the air as he collapsed. She wasn't gentle about it. His head hit the mattress, cushioning his fall, but it still left him briefly stunned, staring up at the ceiling. And then his view was eclipsed by the generously thick shape of the gator's ample backside, poised right above him with her thick tail lifted. He knew what was coming, but barely got his hands up in time to protect himself as she sat her bare scales down right atop his face, enveloping his pointed muzzle right up between those juicy cheeks, smothering him against her ass as she let her weight press down on him until the bed sagged almost to the floor.

"Lick," she said, not specifying any more than that.

So he licked. It didn't seem to matter where he got his tongue. He just made the most use of those canine slurps he could, hoping perhaps if he performed and pleased her well enough she might let him up before he suffocated. He was fully immersed in her scale-covered rear, trapped between his cheeks, dragging his tongue over everything from her sex to her asshole. She just set to grinding down on him, sighing and giving a little chuckle. He could taste her arousal when he managed to swipe across the lips of her slick pussy, but the harder she smothered him, the deeper his face got wedged up between her cheeks, until his nose was mashed to the underside of her tail and his lips were right against her rim. He really had no choice but to kiss if he ever wanted to breathe again.

"That's a good doggy. You're right, babe! He is very good with that sloppy tongue of his. Drooling right on my ass already." Elena nodded to Amanda, though the bear's attention was elsewhere.

Adam felt his lungs starting to burn just a little, the longer he was down there, eating that gator booty. He curled his toes and gave a muffled whimper, but that didn't stop him from servicing the huge reptile. Slurp and kiss and massage, worshipping her ass like it was the way to greet her. He'd seen and spoken to this woman a hundred times before, yet he'd never been intimate with her until this very moment. And she certainly started strong. As he continued, he tapped against her thighs gently at first, then more urgently as the lack of air started to make his head swim. She pushed down harder in response, ensuring he didn't for a second manage to refill his lungs, and only when the need was turning desperate enough to make him start to voice his muffled, unintelligible complaints did she let up.

His freedom didn't last for very long. He gasped out rapidly, turning his head to the side and heaving, shuddering a little for those precious seconds she allowed him. Then she was right back on top of him, sitting on his cheek at first. When that wasn't enough to satisfy her, she reached down and adjusted his muzzle forcefully, getting him nestled right back up under her tail once more, immersed and smothered in her dominating seat. Not getting anywhere near adequate air, but allowed just enough every so often to keep from letting him pass out. And in the meantime, he was slurping, pressing, digging right into her backside with his wet tongue and eating her out like he would his own wife. Clearly he was no stranger to being in such a position.

Nick was glancing over now and then, but mostly his attention was on the bear above him. She hadn't been quite as direct as the gator, but she made up for it by sheer presence alone. Obviously, she could see how horny she was making the donkey, just by standing there, looming above him. But she had barely even touched him yet, rubbing at his head but keeping her paws off of his cock. And that was exactly how it stayed even once she suddenly lunged and started going at him much more aggressively. She snatchd his skull in both her hands, pressing her palms on both sides of it as if to simply crush his head on the spot.

Given she had more than enough strength to seriously harm him, she was being comparatively gentle. Nick simply stared up at her, or at her tits more like, eclipsing his view of her face with their massiveness. Every time he tried to rise, or when he moved at all really, she just shoved him, gripped him, made sure he stayed exactly in place. She was rumbling. It was something of a growl, worked up from deep inside her belly, rattling through the room like an overtuned subwoofer. His eyes were wide, and maybe just a little fearful. But mostly just because it made the whole thing hotter if he let himself be a little nervous about what she might do.

She shifted her grip until she had one hand on the back of his head. That served to help shove him right against the fluffy tuft of her crotchfur, immersing him in her scent and warmth and keeping him smothered there just as firmly as the coyote was trapped beneath the gator. Even though she wasn't sitting on him directly, he was just as trapped. The donkey simply huffed a breath through his nostrils, sucking down the heat of her arousal, and began to serve her without even needing to be told what to do. Her constant, ominous belly-growls were indication enough that he should get to slurping, tasting, pleasuring, worshipping her pussy with increasingly sloppy slides of his broad, wet tongue.

The taste of bear sex was much different than a crocodile's. It was new, enticing, and just so very hot. Being shoved between her thighs like that, cushioned there, he was already starting to sweat a touch. And she wasn't letting up, slowly moving her hips against his lips as she clutched possessively at him. Her claws stroked along his scalp, scratching but not hurting him. Her motions sped up just a little with each press of her hips, until she wasn't simply grinding, but outright humping at her muzzle. The slick impact of her soaking lips to his got louder and louder the longer he licked at her, until she was soaking him, leaving juices running down his chin while he got his tongue and face fucked by the horny bear.

All was silent but for the muffled moans of the males and the messy sounds of faces meeting nethers. Though they were well past the point of seeing what the other one was up to, the guys nonetheless made it a competition of who could lick faster, harder, louder. They worked to make the wettest sounds, but their efforts were soon drowned out by the rising moans coming from each other's mates. More than just a rumble, it became something more akin to a bellow, from bear and gator alike. Both of them had relatively deeper voices for women to begin with, and when they really got going they were making noise so low they were more felt than heard. A rumbling that touched the very bones of those two males, while they got themselves immersed in scents and tastes that threatened to simply make them faint from the intensity of it all.

Adam was getting the worst of it, or the best depending on perspective. Elena didn't mean to be so harsh with him, but she was enjoying the sweet sensation of a sloppy coyote tongue beneath her tail too much to be generous with actual oxygen. She sat on him harder, longer, ignoring any of his squirming, or even when he frantically tapped at her thigh in hopes she might relent and let him gasp a while. In those brief reprives she granted him, he never quite finished refilling his lungs before she was shoving him under once again, weighing down his form so that his head was digging a divot into the mattress.

His movements were getting slower. His leg twitched, and his tail raised and then simply flopped. Elena was rocking upon him, bringing herself near to climax, her jaws open wide as she moaned towards the ceiling and walls. Bouncing up and down as she rubbed against his tongue, she clenched, she dripped upon his chest, she squeezed him up tight between her cheeks. But that extended smothering was hitting a point that even she knew was a little much. He was barely even twitching anymore. And so, after holding that face grind just a few more precious seconds, she finally climbed off of him, shocking him back to consciusness with the comparatively freezing cold air hitting his face.

He gasped and coughed, rolling over onto his side, tongue hanging limply from his jaws as he drooled and caught his breath. Oh, she'd probably almost killed him, but judging by how hard he still was, he hadn't minded at all. She sat beside him, stroking at his shoulder, then running her claws through his hair while he recovered from the close encounter with her rear. He didn't say anything, taking quite a while just to refill his lungs, but when he finally seemed to calm down he just smiled faintly, cuddling up to the muscled scales beside him. Elena grinned and leaned in to nibble on him fondly.

"There you go, sweetheart. Such a talented ass-kisser you are. You can rest, for a little bit. But I'm far from done with you." She spoke in a gentle, almost sing-song tone, but there was a tiny undercurrent of rumbling threat beneath every single word. Her lust was far from satisfied.

Nick meanwhile was getting absolutely soaked, rutted like a mare as the bear grunted above him. Furiously humping at his face like that had her juices flinging all around the surrounding area, marking down the room in her aroused scent. Her claws dug into him, and all he could do was close his eyes and let his tongue plunge in and out of her soaking, quivering nethers. They clamped down on him like they were just going to steal his tongue right out of his mouth, or maybe just overtake his whole face. He was barely getting a gasp in between each of her harsh thrusts against his muzzle, grunting and braying in slight alarm. He could feel her building to a clenching, contracting climax, and he did his best to lick in all the places she might be sensitive, exploring his insides as he was brutally shoved against them.

Before she peaked, she suddenly shoved him back into his chair, leaving him collapsing while she just huffed and heaved above him, gritting her teeth and licking her chops. There was something in the way she looked at him for just a few moments there that had him sinking down in that seat, shying away from her. But soon she just grinned and reached town to tussle at his hair, messing it up even more than it was already.

"That's a good donk. Sweet, fuckable face. You about ready to reveal our little gifts, Elena?" She leaned back to crane her head over at the gator rather than turn her whole body. Even with her grip released, she still wanted to have her soaked cunt in Nick's face, letting him absorb its potent scent of arousal like a rag.

"Mmhmm. You just stay right there, pup." The gator patted the coyote on the chest.

It wasn't like Adam was particularly motivated to get up. He was horny, already exhausted, and still panting just a little. Whether that was catching his breath or just cooling down wasn't clear, but either way he did as told. Nick just laid back in his chair, slumped so deeply he was almost sitting on the floor, a silly expression on his face. The bear left him for just a moment to retrieve that mysterious bag she'd brought in with her, and the gator did the same. They went rustling around inside, producing the sound of fabric as well as some sort of metallic clinking. All the two old friends could do was try to relax and recover while their wives made good on all their mutual plotting.

Elena brought forth what she was looking for first. It was a collection of girly clothing, all pink and black and frilly, decorated with ribbons. A skirt, a pair of stockings and arm warmers, even a short crop top. Most importantly, it was much too big for her. She brought it over with a great big gator grin, and Adam knew he really had no choice but to play dressup for the toothy beast.

"A little something to make you look like the bitch I'm going to make of you," she casually told him.

Nick chuckled as he glanced over, especially once the coyote so meekly accepted the offer and began to dress himself up in the feminine outfit. But then the bear came back over to him, wearing a similar grin.

"Oh, don't think you're getting off easy, donkboy. I think you'll make a very sexy maid for me. Don't you agree?"

She was hefting a shamelessly sexy outfit in black and white, some pink lace tied onto it here and there just in case it wasn't already girly enough. Pushing it forth, she really wasn't offering an alternative. Blushing, Nick pried himself up out of that chair to start getting dressed for the bear, just how she liked him. He knew he looked ridiculous in that uniform, but the lusty look in Amanda's eyes was motivation enough to forget all about dignity.

"You know nobody ever even wore this kind of thing" he protested, but the bear just chuckled and shoved him along, guiding him to the bed to join the other two.

When Nick sat on the side of the mattress, he got a disapproving shake of the bear's head. She placed her hand on his shoulders and guided him to the position she wanted him. That meant flipping around, and lying right down on his face. She held him there for a few seconds, paw planted on the middle of his shoulders, pinning him dominantly just to assert herself and remind him whose control he was under. Then she was back to that bag of tricks as Elena did the same. Adam was just stretched out, watching, silently blushing as he tugged at the tight-fitting outfit, wondering just what else exactly the gator had planned for him.

"You boys got cute dicks. I wouldn't say we're jealous exactly," Elena teased. "More just that we recognize how useful they can be. So that's why we had a little something made so you can find out for yourself just how good they are."

In case they didn't already have the idea, they made a showy process of unveiling their custom-made strapons, holding them up and making sure the two males got a good look before putting them on. One was a thick, slightly floppy equine cock, complete with flare and medial ring and even a set of artificial balls that bobbed around as Amanda geared up. Elena was applying a knotted canine dick, just as big as Adam's own, that great big bulb at the bottom slightly squishy but mostly solid, hard silicone. His tail twitched some, lifting his skirt before he caught it and pulled it back down again. But there really was no protecting himself, leaving him nervously curling his toes in anticipation as he watched those two big ladies pouring lube all over those molded dicks until they were glistening.

Nick didn't react in time, not managing to roll over before the bear was upon his back. The bed sagged deep beneath her weight as she mounted up on him, grinding that well-lubed shaft up between his thighs and then beneath his frilly skirt. He gasped as he felt just how cool that lube actually was, especially when it touched his rim, kneading and grinding on his tight donut. As much as she was grunting and huffing, she actually took her time with him. Or maybe she was just getting used to the big endowment, getting herself lined up, ready to wreck him as soon as she had locked on to her target, so to speak.

Elena was no gentler. She didn't even bother to roll Adam over. She just pounced on top of him, staring deep into his eyes, and just in case that wasn't intimidating enough she gnashed her jaws at him with a loud snap. He flinched. And that just made Elena chuckle. She took him by the hips soon after, lifting his legs right up, bending him and testing his flexibility until she had his ankles right atop her shoulders. He was pretty much bent in half by that point, and she was going to really bend him once she got going. She let that knotted toy flop against his taint, then slowly dragged it down to line up with his tight, flexing rear, poking and prodding but not yet penetrating. Instead, she turned to the side to address the bear.

"Ready to make them our bitches, big bear?"

"One moment." Amanda gave a jerk of her hips, adjusting herself just to make sure the tip of that faux flared shaft was pressed right where it needed to be. "Alright. Shall we count down?"

"Three ..."

"Two ..."

"One ..."

The guys both sucked in a breath. It still didn't adequately prepare them for penetration. They might not have been exactly modelled after their own cocks, but it was probably as close as they were ever going to get to getting fucked by themselves. Adam was gritting his teeth, both from the position that strained his muscles some, unable to squirm out of it with all the gator weight upon him, and from the size of that fake canine dick. He felt her sliding inside until that knot kissed against his rear, bouncing and squishing slightly. That didn't slip in right away, but judging by the pressure she was putting on him, starting to hump and bounce and grind, Elena wasn't going to be satisfied until they were tied together.

Nick wasn't managing to be quite so dignified. As soon as that flare popped inside of him he was crying out in a whimpery little voice. One befitting of his new role as the bear's bitch. She just growled and smacked his ass as she sank that slick silicon shaft inside of him, hitting the midpoint with a little buck of her hips, and then just continuing. As much as he was squirming beneath her, she wasn't stopping, plunging deeper and deeper, inch by soaking inch until he was all but bulging with that fat strapped-on donkey dick, listening to her throaty growls behind him.

"That's a good girly slut. Loving this bear dick up in you. Going to bray for me when I go balls-deep, little miss donkey?"

Nick shook his head and gritted his teeth, but he couldn't hold onto his dignity. He was already dressed up like a slutty maid, getting fucked in the ass by his best friend's wife. It wasn't like he was trying to impress anyone. And so once he felt those lube-coated silicon nuts tapping up against his own, he couldn't help himself. He tilted his head back and let out the most humiliating of undignified donkey noises, heehawing his way through things while the bear just gruffly laughed and smacked his ass again.

"Good girl. Now stay nice and tight for me, slut," she whispered directly into his ear, licking along the inside of it as she started to move her hips even more forcefully.

That was easier said than done, especially once she was ruttting him loose with that colossal horsecock. He balled his hands into fists, he closed his eyes, and just endured it as best he could. She smacked and clawed at him all the while too, going faster, rougher, jamming that toy inside him with the slick squelch of lube. Those jiggling balls spanked him over and over, swinging just like a set of real ones to the point he wouldn't have been too surprised to find she had just magically grown an actual dick when he wasn't looking. SHe was fucking him as hard and as well as if she had always had one.

Elena maybe wasn't quite so rough with him, but she came close. Where Amanda was giving rapid, jabbing thrusts, shaking the bed and making it groan beneath her, ready to collapse, the gator was taking it slower. Not that she was being gentle. She sunk down to the knot, testing to see if she could get it inside, grinding and pressing hard, then withdrawing to do it again. Every stroke was making Adam relax a little, while his own knotted shaft leaked pre all over his belly, thick and plentiful to mat his fur, make it sticky. The knot was soaking in lube, but it was still just so wide. Was this how Amanda always felt about it? Thinking that it could never possibly fit, until it finally did? Probably not, given she was near twice his size.

Not a single one of the four said a word for a while. There was only grunting, growling, some moaning, and plenty of whimpering. The bed creaked and sagged, until something simply gave away. It might have been durable enough for one couple, but both of those large, powerful ladies going at once and it simply couldn't stand up. It ended up leaning heavily over to one side, with one of the legs all bent out of shape, but that just served to give the wives an even better angle with which to rut them. Nick and Adam alike were tensing up, clenching their jaws, scrunching up their faces while they clamped down on those fake cocks, and that just compelled the ladies to go even harder at them until it felt like they were trying to break the crossdressed boys.

Adam's voice was so small and weak when Elena finally knotted him. She lunged forth and bellowed when that bulb popped inside of him, locking in place and stretching out his backside. He kicked around, writhed, and whimpered like a wounded dog. It wasn't exactly that it hurt, though it was uncomfortable at first. It was simply such a shock, one that took over his entire body and left him squirting his cum all over his own fur before he could even stop himself. She'd simply forced an orgasm out of him. It got on his skirt, on his warmers, on that cute top, and plenty more just hit his fur. A few ropes even landed in his own open mouth, just laying there on his tongue as he panted and groaned in orgasm, drooling just a little.

Nick might have laughed at how thoroughly his best friend had been ruined by his own wife if he wasn't currently in such a braying, kicking state of overwhelming bliss. His backside was getting outright bruised by the brutal bear bashing against it, but that didn't matter when she was stuffing him up full of that fat donkey dick. No wonder so many ladies enjoyed it. He couldn't help any of the foolish noise he was making, especially as Amanda just kept going faster, harder. By the end he could have sworn she was simply trying to kill him with sex, but his body was handling it just fine. Though the pumping orgasm welling up in his body, tightening his balls up against him and making his legs tingle right down to the hooves was something he couldn't fight off under such a constant pounding assault.

Unable to do much more to express how he felt, he just resorted to a snort. It was a great understatement of his actual pleasure. He hoped they didn't mind a mess on the bed, before that bear was humping a full-sized donkey cumshot with her repeated thumps of basically his own cock up into his depths. He wiggled comically, he bit the sheets, and then he was gushing out all over himself, utterly ruining that sexy outfit with the potent strands. The fabric was soon sodden and stuck to his body, dripping and soaking through until his fur was flattened by the weight of his potent load. His breath was steaming while he panted and continued milking out a few more thin shots after the initial spurt. Other than his hips, he really wasn't moving much at all.

Amanda didn't let up on him. She fucked him a while longer and then just pushed herself in all the way. A spank to his ass, and she pressed her tits on the back of his head. He had almost entirely vanished beneath the heft and weight of all that bear. And when she pressed down even harder, seem to be trying to crush him or simply put him right through the bed, the only part of him that was visible for a while was his hooves sticking out between her thighs. Adam heard a few muffled sounds from him but for the most part he was simply gone. Buried in ursine thickness and fluffiness, moaning through the many pounds that were smothering him.

When she finally let him up, leaving him sweaty and gasping, she set to licking at the back of his head. It might have seemed at first unusually affectionate for someone as rough and aggressive as her, but it was prevented from being out of character by just how forceful she was being with it. Not just some fond little slurps, but aggressive, heavy drags of her while tongue along his head and hair, just adding to the mess he already was while cum pooled out beneath him. His cock was still twitching some, not quite able to soften entirely when he had that bear dominating him. She slowly pulled out and set to removing that strapon, though she never let him up through any part of that process. He was pinned to the point of helpless.

Moreover, she was rumbling like crazy. It wasn't just that constant deep-voiced growl in her throat, either. He could feel her belly up against him, giving some grumbles of its own. Was that just the growls, echoing down into her gut? Or was it something else? All of a sudden he wasn't squirming anymore. He held quite still, almost seeming to be playing dead. That probably didn't work on bears who didn't come from the woods. Even if she was acting almost like a feral animal at that point, prodding at him with her nose, tasting him, sniffing him up and down. It was all making him just a little quivery.

"Your husband smells good," she told Elena, who simply snickered.

"Oh, I know. And I know he tastes even better. Just wait until you've got all that inside you."

Adam was pretty sure she was referring to Nick's cock. And though it wasn't like they hadn't already been intimate, he got to blushing at the thought of his best friend actually fucking his wife. He glanced over at her now and then, narrowing his eyes at the way she was acting. As wild as she could get in the bedroom, she never quite got that beastly with him. It was hot, of course, but even in all his experience of sleeping around and watching her do the same, he couldn't help but feel just a little jealous. He wanted her to snarl in his own ear just like that.

Just before he was about to say something, he was startled by a great snarl from Amanda. She had her jaws right up beside Nick's ear, open wide and drooling as she projected that sound into his skull. He flinched, trying to get his hands up to protect himself as if he were being attacked by an actual animal, but she wouldn't let him. She gnawed on him, using her teeth to tease and threaten without doing any damage, and she looked to be getting more and more worked up as she did so. Her body was rocking back and forth, alternatively flexing and relaxing. She was breathing heavier, and soaking wet all the while too of course. Elena chastised the bear as she watched her chewing on the poor nervous donkey.

"Now now, dear. We agreed. No biting."

"I'm only nibbling," Amanda reassured the gator, seeming to calm herself down at least partially when she spoke.

"I'm just telling you because you always regret it when you use your teeth," Elena continued. "They're so much better when they're whole."

Adam gave his head a shake and finally spoke up. "What's so much better?"

The gator just gave him a hard thrust, making him yelp as she drove that knotted toy somehow even deeper into him. "Now now! I won't spoil it! As soon as I get this toy out of your cute little booty, I'm going to show you exactly what I have planned for it. In the meantime, let's see just what this bear is up to..."

Adam nervously glanced over to Amanda. He could barely recognize her. Not with her face all twisted up into a threatening snarl that looked almost furious. She seized hold of Nick's shoulders, flipping him right over while he just brayed in surprise. He was looking up at her with wide eyes, shrinking as she thrust her jaws right towards his face. Adam was just as tense as well, wanting to say something, maybe even to ask her to tone it down a little on his friend. Not that he didn't think the donkey could handle it. Maybe it was for his own sake instead. She was frightening him a little, even from the other side of the bed, pinned beneath the gator.

She was coming close, closer. Opening her jaws right up, dribbling drool down upon his face. Her breath was so hot condensation was forming on Nick's muzzle, and his eyes remained open wide, even watering a little with how intently he was staring at her. She was giving him a look right into the back of her throat, evoking something primal in his herbivorous instincts. Adam was holding his breath. Nick barely even seemed conscious with how little she was moving. And when she arched her back and plunged down with another grating snarl, the tension couldn't have been higher.

And then Adam sighed out in relief when he realized she was just kissing the donkey. Nick took a little longer to settle down, but eventually just threw his hands up over Amanda's broad shoulders to squeeze at her while the two of them made out. Such aggression she had inside her. Adam knew he'd married a bear and all, but he'd never really seen that side of her in full. She'd played at their emotions like they were a mere instrument, coming to a crescendo only to warmly laugh as she smooched on that greatly relieved donkey. Adam didn't know exactly what he was afraid of her doing. Just that he was worried she might do something after putting on such a show.

She wouldn't let up with the kissing. Just because she seemed to have calmed herself some didn't mean she was any less forceful or controlling. Nick did his best to keep up with her, wrestling her tongue, but hers was simply bigger and stronger. She pinned his and dragged along his surface, filling his mouth with her saliva. Which was flowing rather freely. The pushy nature of her smooch had her wrapping her lips around part of his jaws in time, sucking on his face as much as she was kissing him. Then she was wrapping her maw over his entire muzzle, simply slurping at his lips as she kneaded him between hers. And she just kept going, breaking up that sloppy makeout session by taking him directly into her mouth.

Nick had calmed enough from the false scare that he didn't notice at first just how deeply she was enveloping him in that thorough smooch. Kissing right over his muzzle was one thing. She was a big bear with a big muzzle. But pushing his face right inside her jaws was getting intimidating again. Even if she wasn't doing it as aggressively as before, she was powerful, determined, focused on her goal. So even when he began to squirm a touch, she wouldn't let him go. She forced him into her open mouth a little bit at a time, taking his vision over in drooly darkness and heat, flattening his ears to his head with her upper lip. And when she sucked on him for long enough that she'd accumulated too much drool to hold in there, she gulped loudly right in his face, letting him feel the greedy grip of peristalsis tugging at his features. That went along with the sound of her empty belly grumbling below, echoing up her gullet. He might have been starting to get the idea.

A sudden spasm of his body, his muscles tightening uncontrollably meant at least his instincts were catching on to her intent. He was still a little dazed himself. She kept on pushing, keep on sucking on his face, until his entire head was wrapped up in her sweltering maw. It was an impressive sight. Dangerous, even. Adam had to admit he was as worried about his wife choking as he was about Nick. But she seemed to know what she was doing. Every motion, every shove and nibble she made to envelop the donkey inside her right down to the neck and shoulders was done confidently, evenly, never flinching or seeming to be straining with any part of the process. Almost like she'd done this kind of thing before.

Adam still couldn't get a great view of the action from where he was pinned, but he craned his neck over to speak in a more candid voice.

"Hon? Don't you think you're pushing the whole feral thing a little much?" He brightened up, taking on more of a teasing tone. "I mean, he's just a scared little herbivore."

Amanda just growled at him in response. She'd done that before, but it always came off as playful to him. This time, it didn't. It was more like an animal warning him to keep back from her meal. He shivered, clenched his jaw, and simply remained still but for a tiny bit of squirming on that locked-in knot, seeing if perhaps he could loosen it from his body and slip free. He was increasingly feeling like Nick was going to need his help. Even if he had no idea how to actually stop the big bear he loved from getting what she wanted. It had never really been necessary before. He had always shared her many desires.

The process of stuffing the donkey inside her body wasn't quick, but it could have been. Adam got the impression that she was taking her time. Her drool was running right down her chin and onto her tits, to the point she was glistening. And those rumbles were a constant thing. They were loud enough that even the coyote could feel them in his bones. To say nothing of what they must have sounded like to the donkey as she slurped him inwards. There was no justifying it as tasting any longer. His head was inside her throat.

Adam found himself frozen in horror when he realized his best friend was bulging down the bear's squeezing gullet. Nick didn't seem to be resisting much. Maybe he was paralyzed by the sensation of being swallowed whole. If there was any doubt she could really do it, Amanda quickly squashed it when she compressed the donkey's shoulders into her jaws and throat, turning him into even more of a bulge. She sucked on him as she ate him, and Nick's body didn't even visibly react. His breathing was slow, his muscles mostly relaxed but for a little tension near his middle. And that was only because the feeling of being consumed was firming up his cock again, bringing it up towards his belly as it stiffened and dripped with every gulp, until the smeared tip kissed right up against the grizzly's lower lip with a subtle smek.

Then Amanda was deepthroating that right along with the rest of the donkey's body. She licked her way slowly down his shaft as she took him in, shifting her grip to his skirt-clad ass. Her hunger was such that she hadn't even bothered to strip him down before eating him. The outfit was already pretty well ruined by all the cum sticking to the fabric, but some of it got washed off by the bear's relative waterfalls of saliva. She worked her tongue around his dick as she pushed him in to his waist. And then a whip of her head, flinging his hooves towards the ceiling and nearly taking out a light fixture was so sudden Adam had to gasp.

Of course his first emotion was horror. His wife was no magician. This was no fancy trick to keep the donkey in her stomach safely. He wasn't going to last in there. And then, when he stopped moving for one reason or another, she was going to treat him like any other meal. He'd seen how much the bear could eat. How much she could digest. The thought of that happening to something more than regular food, to a person he had known for so much of his life was putting a shudder down his spine. And yet there was an undeniably arousing effect to it all as well. His knot hadn't softened. Parts of him were tingling, leaving him squirming beneath the muscled gator, panting, biting at his own tongue as he witness the last glimpses of the donkey.

Once she got her tongue up to his taint, Amanda scooped up those plump donkey balls and stuffed them in her mouth. That slowed her ravenousness at least briefly, so she could just suck on them a while. The sound of that was loud, lewd, as she flicked some spit in all directions from how thoroughly she was tasting him. But she almost had him, had almost claimed him. His head had vanished somewhere in her chest, and his thighs were sliding in between her lips. Reaching up, she planted her hands upon his hooves, and simply began to shove. No more savouring. She needed all of him.

The final gulp was the loudest one. Adam's breath caught in his throat. He stopped moving. He saw Nick's legs twitch, startled by the strength of that last swallow. And then he vanished. She gnawed on his hooves a couple times, then shoved them down her throat right along with the rest of him. He vanished into her body with an extended glurrrrp, and then he was gone. But for the bulge that reemerged in Amanda's hefty belly anyway, hitting the bottom and bouncing her gut up and down a few times. Then her middle hugged up tight around his frame, highlighting some of his body in her bulk, and began to gurgle.

That was what it took to finally rouse Nick into moving. He kicked a little, squirmed out, seeming to panic at first. But the more that slimy bear gut kneaded at him, the more he seemed to be soothed by its natural massage. It was surely sweltering in there, cramped and squeezing inwards on him with ominous intensity. Being afraid would only have been a natural reaction. Yet the longer he stayed in there, letting the hungry bear gurgle over his body with pre-digestion, the calmer he seemed to get. Maybe he was realizing how sexy it was, despite, well, the reality of it all.

Just as he was caught up in staring at his wife's shifting gut, watching it bulge and stretch with its living occupant, Adam was startled back to attention by Elena pulling that knot roughly from his rear. He yelped. His body jerked upwards, and he just let his legs flop down once she released them. He was panting, horny, his tail twitching right down to the tip with every throb that ran through his shaft. The bear's loudly grumbling belly working over the donkey bit by bit was still audible beside him, but he couldn't spare much attention for it anymore. He was too focused on that toothy gator grin glinting in the light above him, looming.

His voice was even weaker and smaller when he spoke up again. "Are you going to eat me now?"

"Of course I am," Elena assured him, as if it was the only obvious answer. She leaned close, letting him feel her breath, tracing a path along her throat and to her middle as she spoke. "I'm going to take you down into my belly and let you simmer there a while. Then I'm going to digest you and wear you on my hips as some extra curves and fat, because that's all you're meant to be. Slutty, skirt-wearing prey boy like you was made to be churned up by a hungry predator. To make her thick and satisfied with your final contribution."

He held his breath the whole time she spoke, only gasping out when she prodded her nose right up against his cheek.

"How does that make you feel?" she asked him.

Silent, he just huffed, catching his breath. Then he glanced down at his own cock, observing how hard he was throbbing, how many jets of pre were squirting out to land on his cute little top. That said enough. Elena chuckled pleasantly, reaching down to fondle at his shaft a while, squeezing his knot.

"That's what I thought," she said, and then she opened her jaws.

Given he was already married to a bear more than twice his weight (and growing), he was no stranger to an impressive set of teeth. But even he had to pause when gazing into the gator's mouth. It made it all the more intimidating to know that it was for him, that it wasn't just for show. Yet even nervous as he was, he reached right up and placed both hands upon her tongue. She was hungry enough he could hear her stomach, but she was patient with him as he stroked and examined the inside of her mouth in slow, curious strokes. Her saliva flowed smoothly over his fingers, squishing in between while he massaged everything he could reach. Teeth, gums, lips, tongue. There was wide-eyed admiration on his face the longer he worked to touch and worship her deadly jaws.

He could have done that all night if she would have let him. But she couldn't deny her own appetite. When she couldn't resist any longer, she took him by the wrists, and simply held tight for a second. Then she tugged. That went along with her leaning closer, slowly immersing him in her open mouth. Her breath steamed over his face, adding to his overheated state. And all he could do was pant, the sound of his rapid breaths echoing down into her gullet as she flexed it in anticipation of squeezing him down.

When he first felt her actually swallowing him, squeezing around his muzzle and dragging him inwards with that sheer muscular strength of peristalsis, the sound that came out of his mouth wasn't the one he expected. Though muffled, it was still quite clear that he was moaning. Deeply, firmly, and pleasantly. It felt so good. Her teeth nibbling along his chest and shoulders, her tongue sliding along his fur as she pushed him intwards. She shook her head up and down, letting gravity assist in her swallowing. There was an initial squeeze, but mostly it was just a tube for him to fall right down, rounding out her scales with the shape of horny coyote, disappearing from the world entirely.

She didn't rush it, making sure Amanda was watching, that the bear could see her sweet coyote being eaten. Just to get back at her for that silent teasing, Amanda reached down to heft and squeeze her own belly, kneading at the shifting form of donkey trapped inside it. The gurgles were sounding wetter as they progressed. Maybe that meant he was already digesting. But the only people who really knew what was happening to him weren't saying anything, because they wouldn't, or they couldn't.

A particularly hard clench of her gut made that bulge sink inwards, bending the occupant all out of shape. Elena didn't flinch, despite the grisly state of her donkey such a thing suggested. She was just wet. Though she did retaliate a little by giving Adam a playful chomp. Her jaws came down fast, but she halted them just in time to prevent from crunching into him, instead just nibbling. He still yelped out in her throat as if bitten, simply startled by the feeling of those teeth coming down on him, thinking at first he'd been broken. But he was going down whole, just like the donkey.

Before Elena could get him in too deep, Amanda moved over, sloshing and jiggling around the middle, and grabbed hold of her lover by the ankles. Then she moved her muzzle right between the coyote's thighs, licking along his balls once she was close, kissing him on his stretched rim. She got sloppy, making out with his rump, stroking smoothly down his cock as it pulsed atop the gator's tongue, squeezing it between her fingers. Adam twitched, his leg kicking out involuntarily, leaking pre for Elena to taste.

Amanda wouldn't let her finish her meal until that dog came for her. It wasn't' going to take long. She barely even had to stroke him, to set him off, just touching, adding the tiniest bit of stimulation to the already overwhelming sensation of being swallowed, and he came for the both of them. His thoughts were first of Nick settled deep inside the bear's lovely belly. One had had admired and cuddled himself for years, and now it was digesting his childhood friend. And when he thought of Elena's own taut middle, squeezing inwards on him as he slowly sloshed and simmered, growing softer with each churn, he spurted. Harder than he ever had, or ever would.

The ropes layered over the gator's tongue, then slid down to end up between her teeth. She drooled some of it out with how wet her mouth had been getting. She loved his flavour. That much was evident. But not enough that she was going to keep tasting him any longer. As soon as Amanda withdrew from between his legs, Elena violently snapped her head back, whipping Adam's feet towards the air hard enough he heard a pop in his joints. The rest was simply a process of shaking him down. That vicious gator move, letting him smack back and forth between her tongue and the roof of her jaws while he descended. Her scales bulged and jiggled as he went, sliding smooth over the soaking walls of her gullet, and she didn't pause or linger on his feet. They vanished with the rest, sending him plunging down into the slimy confines of her stomach.

He made for more of a bulge than Nick had. Elena wasn't quite as thickly-set as Amanda, her abdomen taut before the canine's writhing introduction. Once he flopped down into her innards, the gator was sporting a large, almost pregnant-looking belly, tightly constricting around her prey as if to crush the life out of him. But he didn't mind. He wasn't squirming but for the odd spasm of his muscles as orgasmic bliss worked through his system. There was nothing more he needed to do. Simply relax, and digest for the massive reptile, until her hunger had been sated.

They first rubbed at their own meals, showing them off to each other. Elena was grinning broadly, while Amanda had a subtler, aroused smirk on her face. They leaned in close to each other, embrace, smushing their prey together, and simply kissed. Then they set to mutually massaging at their own husbands, admiring how they felt through the layers of fat and muscle in deep, intimate squeezes.

Nick was still squirming. But he was softer. Feeling the way he sank inwards when Elena pressed on him made her grin all the wider. Adam simply seemed relaxed, and he was further comforted with those big, familiar bear paws pressed in on him. He had always wondered if she might end up eating him someday. It wasn't like he didn't know about her proclivities. But turning her on by getting digested right in front of her was a pretty good alternative fate he had never even imagined.

And he was definitely turning her on. She was soaking wet, and so was the gator. The two big ladies pressed even closer, until they were almost squashing their meals between them. They flopped down on their sides, rumbling and grinding, and eventually they managed to get into a good position to get some mutual pleasure going. It wasn't easy given their size and the weight holding them down, but they were all wrapped up in each other's legs, letting a puffed, soft bear sex rub right up against the slippery scales of the gator's own. From there, they began to hump and grind.

Their voices joined in unison, grunting, moaning, panting hotly as they unleashed all that pent up lust on each other. Their partners surely felt it. Maybe it was even turning them on, to know that their wives were fucking with their bellies full like that. It was a messy, sweaty process, but it didn't take them long to rub each other to orgasm. Clits catching on each other's labia, smearing juices, and also just squishing together like that took its toll and brought them to a shared peak in less than a minute. And even from their places the inside of them, the sound was near deafening for their meals.

It probably was best described as bellowing. It was a deep, powerful anthem of their voices coming together, climaxing at nearly the very same second. They gushed on each other, squirting, dripping, making a great slick mess of each other's thighs. Steam rose up from their bodies are their grunts settled down into more feminine moans, and then they were simply panting. They rolled onto their backs, cuddled close, rubbing at their own guts and each other's all the same. And all the while, the males inside of them were softening. There was no going back now, no saving them. Their fate was as a shrinking bulge and then eventually some stored fat.

Elena wetly belched, loud and proud, and Amanda just one-upped with with a louder one. It shook the bed beneath them, rattling the very pictures on the walls, and afterwards she simply chortled. The gator fondly patted her on the shoulder, and sighed.

"You really did give me a wonderful gift in that precious 'yote of yours. I can't wait to feel him become part of me. Nice and lean. He won't even make me too fat."

Amanda was too busy licking her chops and sucking on her tongue, getting as much flavour as she could while it still lingered. "No need to thank me. I'm quite happy with our trade. Your man was ... succulent. That's the word."

"I suppose we are quite single now. Nothing to do now but find new, tasty boys to gobble down. I look forward to retiring particularly plump. Always knew that we weren't going to make it all the way, him and I. Some people are just meant to be digested." Elena picked her teeth with a claw, finding a bit of fur that was stuck there. She swallowed it. "Speaking of, has my hubby stopped moving yet?"

"Not yet. Still twitching. I hope you enjoy digesting mine. Ever since I first met him, I've always been thinking about eating him myself. But I must say, it's even more arousing to see him melting down in front of me. I won't forget the image of your swollen gut anytime soon." The bear thumped her heavy chest, dredging up a wet belch. Nick squimed around inside her on impact. But only a little. "Oh, and do feel free to stay as long as you like. I know I have no intention of getting up any time soon."

"Thank you, dear. Ah, I was wondering ..." Elena hesitated to say it right out loud, nodding over to the door they had come out of at the start of all this. "Just that, we might be done at the same time."

"There's another bathroom downstairs." Amanda snorted.

"Excellent." Elena grinned at her, then set back to staring at the ceiling.

They didn't say much else throughout the process. It was all about the sensations, and the tingles running through their body even more potent than a standard orgasm. They were fed. Satisfied in every way, from the top of their heads all the way down to their toes. Every part of their body was lit up with that singularly contented feeling. And all it took was digesting someone they liked. Their stomachs pressed in tighter and tighter around the forms of their prey, while the donkey and the coyote were flattened and liquified inside.

In time they were going to be nothing but some melted nutrients to be absorbed into the systems of their predators, stripped clean, used up, and added to those lovely curves to help them both lure in their next meals with the added plumpness of their hips. And if they had any last regrets or complaints about how they were simply devoured and discarded, they were far too late to say anything. All that was left was to submit to the bigger, stronger women, and sizzle away like any other meat.