Getting You Settled In

Story by Tristan Hawthorne on SoFurry

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#31 of Patreon Reward Vignettes

Another for FA: BasilSanguine , once again Reader X a character from In the Mix.

This time Jun the Raccoon, Clover's partner and erstwhile host. Because Kerry insists on calling Jun "JT", the customers know him as that, too.

Contains: Rubber Clothes, Teasing, Femboy Pred, Vore Tattoos, Smaller Pred, Cock Vore, Rapid Digestion, Sentient (Nut)Pudge and a Pre-arranged Release Date.

This was written as a reward for the $15 and $25 tiers on my Patreon! Again, people who pledge $1 or more can vote on polls. $5 or more you can add to the suggestion doc, which is where the ideas that get voted on on the polls come from. Wow, one third of my recipients of the Reward Vignettes are at the higher tier! I'm humbled by the support.

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Before you stands your server for this evening (and well beyond), based on your order. You are sitting on a bed in the on-premises section of In the Mix, and before you is one of the most possessive of the predators on staff.

JT is smiling playfully, hooking his thumb into the glossy black skirt that is the bottom of his uniform. The raccoon is shorter than you, built slight with narrow shoulders. His hips are wide and rounded, though. You overheard him teasing another customer that they have to be to support what he has up front. It is with this same sort of teasing energy that he casually flicks his wrist and then rotates his elbow. The rubber garment unfurls and flutters dramatically away from his body, before flopping heavily to the floor several feet away.

He is already nearly wholly erect, the fleshy rod pulsing against gravity. The garment is enchanted, and had kept it hidden while he wore it.

Your eyes are drawn lower, though. His testes hang low without seeming to sag in his scrotum; round and plump and nearly to his knees. Most notably, though, are the myriad lines and shapes that coat the surface: other paying customers. You blush furiously.

JT smirks and gestures with one finger. "You ordered feetfirst, right? Well gimme your toes and we can get started."

You swallow, but obey. You carefully shift your weight to allow you to stay mostly upright while lifting your feet from the bed. You point your toes and hold your ankles together. Your own arousal is pulsing against your belly and thighs as you grasp the back of your knees to help hold the posture.

The raccoon server eases himself up onto the bed, careful to not let his knees accidentally pinch his scrotum into the bedding as he gets himself into position. Peeking around your legs, you can see how much his balls deform from resting on a surface, more evidence of just how soft they are. He gently strokes over your feet with his fingertips, using the touch to guide your posture. In conjunction he shifts his hips and carefully lines his member up.

When he strikes, however, it is sudden. He lunges forward, until the heat of his cock's slit is wrapped around your ankles. He purrs to you, pausing for the moment to stroke up along your legs to your knees.

You cannot help yourself, a whimper escaping your throat as the situation sets you into lustful fidgets of directionless need. There is a direction you are going, but you're hardly in charge of that, are you?

"Ooh, a squirmer." JT smirks and gently presses on the top of your knees with both hands. He pushes, and you feel a powerful tug of the peristaltic motions of the inside of his practiced predatory cock. "There's nothing to worry about, hon. You're just going to be nutfat for the next week and a half." He grins at the way your face flushes brighter.

You know very well that's the shortest length stay he offers.

In your fluster you let go of your thighs and extend your legs as best as you can, shuddering and feeling your arousal pulse as your knees vanish into him.

The raccoon bites his lip and flexes his cock to press a bit further up your thighs, but doesn't seem upset in the least that you hurried things along. He shifts his kneeling stance on the bed and places the top of his fingers flat against the bedding on either side of your hips. You have a moment to guess what he's doing before they scoop. The slender procyon fingers easily grasp your rump and he flexes his cock again as he lifts you bodily from the bed.

You instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders to keep from falling backwards, blushing deeply.

JT gives you a light nuzzle on the nose, purring. "Alley oop~" He lifts you the rest of the way upright. Now your weight is working to ease you deeper, and you feel your own loins start to get enveloped in the stretched, predatory meatus. He holds like that a moment, before letting go of your rump and letting his cock's hold on you relax.

Rather than topple and fall like you'd feared, you sluice straight down. You feel your feet hit bottom inside his scrotum, inundated with the thick fluid there and feeling the thick padding between you and the bedding. You have little time to admire this, however. You weren't prepared for the drop, and your knees buckle. Your arms are forced from around his shoulders, pushed up around your head as your knees meet the 'floor' of the chamber below.

You manage to keep your head forward enough to see the raccoon's predatory grin at the sight of your flustered expression. "You'll be a welcome addition to my loins, hon." He lightly boops your nose with a single finger.

That is enough for you to lose any support you were maintaining to keep yourself from falling any deeper. You moan, overwhelmed by sensation as the shaft begins to swallow again once your elbows have sunk out of sight. Even as your arms are working down after you and your legs are forced to press up along the curved inner lining to make room for your torso, you can feel him dragging you backwards as he slips off the bed.

JT sighs happily and strokes the underside of his cock as your fingers sink fully out of sight, helping press you all the way down. "Now you just get settled in. You'll be situated in a few moments."

You fidget as your arms sink into the chamber with you, squirming about with your thighs.

His insides get to work quickly, like he said. The soft fleshy walls close in on you and squeeze, sliding and grinding his seed into your body. As it clenches, you feel yourself suddenly drop off the side of the bed, swinging between his legs.

You can hear JT groaning in bliss as the clenching grows harder and harder. The heat and the pressure are starting to overwhelm your other senses. And then the heat overwhelms the pressure as well, and you cannot feel the walls closing in on you anymore.

He sways his hips again and you feel yourself swing between his legs. He reaches down to grope his sac and you feel it as though he was touching you directly. Distantly, his voice fills your mind. "Welcome home."