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Medusa slithered through the forest across cool, dew soaked grass in search of her next meal. Pokemon burrows tended to flood with heavy rainfall, and the rainfall last night was heavy indeed. Rattata, pachirisu, emolga, pikachu, and more, all forced out of their homes until the water drained into the earth during the next few hours. That was fine. A hunt wouldn't take nearly that long.

What shall I partake in today? she mused, poking her head into a soggy log and finding nothing. Perhaps pikachu? Their kind always are so juicy and plump. She flicked her tongue at the thought of such delicious morsels. Just one would fill my belly for a week, maybe two if particularly fat.

Alas, as tasty as a pikachu would be, what she truly desired was something more. Not a snack-sized pokemon like pikachu, but a meal worthy of an arbok like herself, something to spend an entire month lazily digesting. She longed for someone nice and fat, even if she didn't fancy her chances. Safely battling someone her own size was not an easy task, as much as she loathed to admit. Swallowing them, on the other fang, now that was trivial. Satisfying. Even sensual. Ifshe could gape her jaws around someone, anyone at all, they were going into her belly.

And her jaws could gape very wide indeed.

Moving past an inconspicuous rock, she paused, extending her forked tongue. A peculiar scent lingered in the air. Tantalizing in its rarity, it wasn't a smell she'd noticed in this forest for years. After sampling the air once more and confirming her suspicions, Medusa allowed herself a small smile. "I smell ninetales." She gave a long, deep hiss, delighted at the chance for some worthy prey. Ninetales weren't the largest pokemon she could eat, but they were rare. Non-native to these lands. She longed to partake in such an exotic creature.

Following the trail led her to a marked tree, then another, and another again. Medusa burst into a fit of giggling at just how brazen this young male was. He marked his territory suspiciously often. Either a bladder condition was at play here, or the young upstart had already decided there was nothing in this forest worth his fear.

That would be his last and most fatal mistake.

While sampling fresh markings, something else caught her tongue. Intermingled with his own was another scent, potent and tangy, and unmistakably feminine. He had a mate. That explains the carelessness,_she thought, continuing to follow the trail, _He believes himself untouchable. Two Ninetales, newly mated, retreating to the safety of a far-away land. No natural predators, top of the food chain. The perfect place to start a family together, if not for one hitch: me.

After passing by yet another marked tree--perhaps he did have a condition, the poor thing-- Medusa spotted a small cave, and lazily made her way over. The tickle of grass against her belly soon transitioned to coarse stone as she entered the cave proper, the chill of it causing her to suck in her empty stomach. Moans could be heard from the entrance. Musk hung heavy in the air. Flicking out her tongue gifted her with the intermingled scents and tastes of two aroused ninetales. They were here. And they were mating.

Medusa perked up. It had been quite a while since she'd played with a mated pair. Her last time was with pachirisu. The happy couple mated on their way down, squeaking out how much they loved each other, uttering comforting nonsense as they were engulfed. There was a thrill to it, knowing that the delicious meals making a lump in her throat were conscious and doing all that they could to get off in their final moments.

Hnnn, I can almost feel the urgency in their final thrusts now. They started out with comfort in mind, but they ended up just using each other to scratch that itch. All within my belly. A shame our time together was so brief.

Achieving a similar outcome with the ninetales would prove problematic. Swallowing one of them was entirely possible, but together? Side by side? No. Eating them in sequence was the only way. But that begged the question of who to swallow first.

She shook her head. Getting ahead of myself. I'll know which one is the perfect belly-filler when I see them. Or maybe I'll fuck her mate while I swallow her first? It has been a while since I've had canine cock. Decisions, decisions...

Thoughts of what she'd do with her prey continued to loop through her head as she plunged deeper into the cave.

"Going to knot you! Gonna give you my kits!"

"Yes! Do it! Make me a mother!"

These words echoed throughout the cave as she got the first glimpse of her prey. As luck would have it, the undoubtedly mating ninetales were facing away from the entrance. On top of the female, the male pounded away as if his life depended on it. Little did he realize, his life depended on him doing the exact opposite.

Feeling a yawn coming, Medusa took the opportunity to test the motion of her jaws and flex her fangs. Tensing her cheeks put pressure on her venom glands, squirting just enough of the tangy fluid into her mouth to make sure everything checked out. Not that she planned on using them, but it never hurt to test the equipment before a hunt.

She then snuck close enough to see two plump, furry balls dangling underneath the male's shamelessly raised tails. She had to admit, he had earned his confidence. With a backside that delicious looking, it was a wonder no one else had gobbled him up already. But she did not strike. Not yet. She wanted them to finish. For them to be stuck together, knotted and helpless as her throat greeted them.

It was decided: once tied, she would swallow him first, and the female would soon follow.

The male thrust for the final time as his climax tore through him, an audible pop sounding out with the successful knotting. He howled for his unknown audience, loud and pleased, and Medusa leaned forward with interest as his tailhole began to twitch. It was tempting to simply... lean forward and taste him. To slurp at his pulsing anus, maybe wiggle her tongue inside, and experience each wave of his carnal pleasure as he pumped his mate full of kits.

No words were spoken as the two ninetales shuddered together in bliss, their tie ensuring not a single drop of his fertile seed was spilled. Anticipating his twist, as canines and foxes were apt to do, Medusa lunged herself forward just in time to see the now-backward male widen his eyes.

"What the--"

She engulfed his head before he could finish. At first, he went deathly still. Rigid, as if too confused to comprehend that he was being devoured alive. It was only when she greedily started tasting him that his instincts finally kicked into full gear. He thrashed and growled as her tongue went to work slathering him with vicious drool, sullying his fur and lubricating him for the journey ahead. Not a hair on his head was spared from the sloppy assault. He was delicious.

Medusa wasn't idle as she savored her meal. Multiple coils of her powerful body constricted around them both, while her jaws worked in a sort of chewing motion to help guide him down her throat. It was here where he attempted to bite her from the inside. As if her body wasn't designed to withstand internal attacks. It tickled, his teeth sliding off her slick esophagus like water on a cliff.

Cute. He thinks he can fight this.

_ _

The other ninetales looked over her shoulder with wide-eyes as Medusa devoured her mate behind her. She winked at the stunned female and teased her with another echoing gulp, drawing his shoulders through her mouth as his paws scraped against her scales for purchase.

"Feisty thing!" she hissed through her breathing tube, voice low and quiet from the little amount of air she could expel. "Don't stop! Keep struggling! I do so love it when they fight back. But do keep in mind that your element is off limits... or I may have to fight fire with venom."

There was a muffled whine inside her throat. Her loops of muscle continued to constrict, guiding the tied ninetales pair deeper into their new home. The female seemed to realize she was being pulled in as well, that she was stuck to her mate like a caterpie tangled up in a web. All while she was pumped full of cum. Medusa took great pleasure in the panic flashing across her eyes.

Half of the male was gone now, his hind legs kicking as he continued to fight against her gullet. Medusa let him squirm, allowed him to massage her oh-so-well. Then the urge to swallow became too great to ignore, so she indulged. His cries were silenced as her esophagus further entombed him. She could only imagine how desperate he was to escape, to survive, terrified by the prospect of oblivion looming deeper within her. A fate her throat eagerly guided him toward in rolling waves.

"L-let him go! Or I'll-- I'll blast you!" Brilliant amber eyes gazed into her own, flames beginning to spill out of the sides of the golden fox's muzzle. Medusa smiled, causing the ninetale's resolve to falter. "I'm w-warning you! I'll--o-oh, fuck, he's still squirting--I'll burn your face off!"

Medusa waited for the spunky vixen to cool down before saying, "You don't seem to understand your situation," she casually said. Only the male's tails and twitching hind legs remained visible to the outside world. "Your mate isn't coming back. He may struggle within my belly, kick and yell for a few minutes, but he'll eventually tire. They always do. Next is suffocation. After that, digestion, and he'll be nothing more than another layer of fat filling out my shapely form. But that's not all. You're still tied to him; what do you think will happen when your backside kisses my mouth? Spoilers: your spade won't be the only item on the menu."

Medusa laughed at the look on her face before initiating another sequence of swallows.

Gulp.

GULP.

GULP.

The male was all but gone now, the only indication of his presence being his poofy tails and a thin, red rod connecting the two ninetales. It peeked out of medusa's muzzle like a fleshy straw, if a straw twitched and spurted cum every other second. This close to the female's rump revealed that she too was cumming, her admittedly sexy tailhole pulsing just as vigorously as his own.

"Do not feel too bad," Medusa offered as she prepared to swallow the female. "In a few moments, you'll be together forever. I hear it isn't so terrible inside me. Perhaps you'd be so inclined to leave a review upon your exit? Or should I say, my exit?"

"W-wait!" she cried out. Medusa paused, curious as to her final words. "You can have him! He's more than enough food! Just let me go, alright? Please!"

This was unexpected. A selfish lover? Mates usually fought tooth and nail to save their significant other. Medusa hummed thoughtfully around the tie still pulsing between her lips. "Truly? Usually mates would rather die together than to be apart. Trust me, I've eaten plenty of mates. I'm experienced in these matters."

The ninetales' ears flattened. "Better him than me," she whispered. The guilt in her eyes, in her voice, in her soul, it was delicious. "I don't want to die. I'll do anything! I know you're stronger than me. Bigger than me. I'm not brave, I'm a coward."

Medusa hadn't felt this horny in years. Someone this pathetic? This... weak? Her tail curled and her vent grew hot, slick. She'd still eat her, of course, but the girl could provide some entertainment before she became the feast's final course.

Medusa swallowed again, the sudden jerk on the knot causing both ninetales to yelp. Granted, only one yelp was audible. "Pleasure me and I'll spare you," Medusa lied. The ninetales perked up. "However, there is the issue of your ties. How should I cut them?"

Her ears fell flat as she exclaimed, "N-no! Just wait for him to soften! He'll slip out eventually!"

Medusa snaked her tail more securely around the female. Couldn't have her trying anything. "Not fast enough, I'm afraid. I could tug it out, potentially hurting both of you. Or I could bite down. A little messy, but he'll fall right out."

Inside her, the male thrashed more vigorously than ever. Ha.

"Tug!" the female exclaimed, eyes shrunken in panic. "I don't care if it hurts me, just please don't make him suffer! Please! He's going to be the father of my kits!"

Interesting. Selfish, but not cruel. And she wants to be a mother? With how that tie is going, she's well on her way there. If I let her live. I can work with this.

"Tell me, Ninetales, what is your name?"

She visibly hesitated. "Peril."

Medusa hummed around her mouthful. "Fitting. As for myself, call me Medusa."

Without another word, Medusa yanked her head back, severing the tie with a loud schlorp. Both Ninetales cried out at the no-doubt intense sensation, but the only fluids spilled was the male's seed. She watched with eager eyes as the murky fluid oozed out of Peril's fat, heat-ridden spade, and enjoyed the feeling of the now-free cock freely jutting out between her lips, painting Peril's shiny black vulva with streaks of white.

Mouth full of delicious ninetales meat, Medusa made a point to show off to Peril, almost gloating as she afforted the vixen one last look at her mate's backside. Then she shut her jaws and gulped hard. Just like that, he was gone. The still-ejaculating male slid down smoothly, so smoothly that she liked to think his own seed had lubricated the way. He squirmed throughout the process, fighting more intensively than before as the only connection he had to the outside world was snuffed out. Futile, of course, but oh-so-satisfying for her serpentine instincts.

"Oh!" Medusa said, closing her eyes and focusing on the enjoyable struggle deep within. "How your mate squirms! So feisty!" Her swallows were automatic now, peristalsis taking over. She craned her neck to watch the not-insignificant lump slowly make its way down her throat. Yes, he was still in her throat. Would be for quite some time.

This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening!

Folds of hot flesh engulfed him from all sides. Humid, constricting. He couldn't see. He couldn't breathe. But what he could do was fight. He fought like he had never fought before. He scratched, he bit, he even tried to set the monster's insides alight.

Nothing worked. His claws slid off her esophagus, his fire was put out by her slick walls, and his teeth couldn't find any purchase. Worse, he was still ejaculating. Cumming harder than he ever had before. The feeling of her powerful muscles undulating around him was like a vagina, as if there was a massive cunt ensnaring him and rubbing against his everything. Including his knot. Especially his knot.

"F-fuck," he gasped as the arbok's throat extended his orgasm, forcing unwanted pleasure on him as he was further guided toward his end. Each wave of muscular contractions started from his backside, squeezing him into the relaxed muscles just ahead. It rippled around his body, before repeating again, and again.

He knew he was feeling her swallow. Forced to be subjected to such an otherwise normal bodily action like this, experiencing gulp after gulp from the prey's side, it was torture. He was a predator! He should be the one devouring, not the one being devoured. It couldn't end like this. It simply couldn't.

Soft flesh slid across his knot in exactly the perfect way, sending another jolt of pleasure up his spine. How could something so terrible feel this good?

"You're a monster." It was hardly a whisper, but Medusa heard it loud and clear.

"Yep," Medusa agreed without a hint of remorse. " I am." She returned her focus to Peril's still-twitching spade. "Now, be a good little vixen and keep those tails of yours raised. I'm going to eat you out, and you're going to eat me out. Do a good job, I let you go. Acceptable? Excellent!"

There was clear hesitation in Peril's eyes, so to encourage the ninetales, Medusa flicked her tail in the coward's face, gifting her with a glimpse of her slick cloaca. "See that?" She wiggled her underside, causing her vent to flex. "I'm terribly pent up from the thrill of eating your mate, which means you're going to service my vagina and my anus. Make out with them like your life depends on it. Because your life very much does."

Peril turned away with a whimper. Medusa tutted.

She shoved her cloaca into the ninetales' face, smushing her sideways lips against the girl's cheek. "Lick," she demanded. Medusa didn't think she was going to do it, and was about to grind herself even more insistently into the ninetales face when the unmistakable heat of a tongue slid along her vent. It was a tentative lick. Hesitant. But after a bit of encouragement with a soft hiss and an insistent nudge, Peril started to lap at her new treat. "Good girl~"

Admittedly, Peril wasn't very skilled at pleasing another female. Likely never pleasured another except her mate. Luckily, the sheer degeneracy of what was happening was more than enough to get Medusa off; forcing the mate of the ninetales she was actively swallowing to eat her out, all while he continued to throb and spurt on his way to her stomach? Nothing could be hotter.

Unf. He's squirming so good.

Deciding to return the favor--she wasn't cruel--Medusa leaned in and dragged her lengthy, forked tongue between the folds of Peril's cream-filled cookie. Peril eeped into her cloaca at the surprise stimulation, and gasped when that tongue circumvented her plump spade to dive deep into her clenching tunnel. The taste of aroused fox danced across her tongue. An intriguing flavor that she couldn't get enough of.

"O-oh!" moaned the ninetales as she arched her spine. "OH! Vincent's tongue never felt like this!"

Nibbling on Peril's labia, Medusa said, "Because he's worthless food. I know exactly which buttons to press. And where," she probed the hole Peril's clit resided in, "the pleasure," wriggling inside, she _curled_her tongue upwards, "Is."

"Oh my Arceus!" screamed Peril as she was pushed over the edge. From one orgasm right into another. Her insides clenched hard, squirting right into Medusa's maw. She chuckled as the vixen's vulva jumped up and down as the rhythmic contractions began. Almost like an excited scorbunny, or one struggling for their life.

Peril's reaction itself was also quite cute. How she flexed her claws and wiggled her rump and squeaked in bliss. Almost like giving a virgin their first orgasm.

Once Peril was a panting puddle of fur on the floor, vulva twitching intermittently, Medusa rested her chin on her tails. "You poor, neglected thing," she cooed. "That male calls you his mate, yet is outclassed by some random, female arbok that showed up to your cave one day? Pathetic." Medusa rolled over, massive bands of muscle flexing as she showed off the still-twitching lump in her belly. "Come here, I want you to feel the struggles of the male who couldn't please you as well as I can. You can continue to eat me out after you understand."

Surprising her yet again, Peril got up and slumped down at her side, pressing her soft belly against her own smooth scales. Peril's ears were low, showing her trepidation, but once she began to nose around her belly, where Vincent was, they slowly began to perk. "He's really in there," she whispered, sounding almost... awed? "Is he in pain?"

"Only the burn of suffocation. I imagine everything else is quite pleasant." Medusa paused. "You're not as scared as you were before," she observed.

Instead of words, Peril slid herself back until she felt her soft spade against her cloaca. The tip prodded her entrance, before slipping in with a soft pop. Her eyes widened in realization.

She can't mean to... what is even happening?

"I want to hold my mate as we make love through you. One last time." With those words, the ninetales nuzzled the lump in her belly and began to hump. Slowly at first, but soon picking up speed as she lost herself to the motions. Medusa could only lay back and enjoy herself as Peril rubbed that soft spade against her cloacal lips.

Something odd began to rise in her chest. Something like... appreciation? Maybe even affection. This ninetales was growing on her. Sure, she was a coward, but who wouldn't be in this situation? She wouldn't hold that against her. This could be fun.

Peril was quite enthusiastic with her humping. Enough that the wet, soft folds sliding and grinding along her vent, was beginning to get to her. She felt herself opening with every backward thrust, the friction tugging on her mostly rigid outer scales and peeling them back to reveal sensitive inner flesh. The fires of passion burned hot, sending her swiftly to nirvana. Familiar tension built in her underbelly, and Medusa didn't even need to lift her tail to work for it.

She humped back, of course. Met that slick cookie slap for fleshy slap. Being completely passive during sex wasn't her modus operandi. And by the time their orgasms encroached, as she felt the tension unraveling deep in her belly, Medusa decided to give Peril some genuine praise. "I think I'll keep you around!" she said, squeezing her eyes shut as her climax teased her with its impending warmth. "As a pet, of course. You're too cowardly to be called my friend. Sound fun?"

"Y-yes!" Peril answered with a moan. "So close!"

Moments before her climax washed over her, Peril did something amazing: she slipped inside. Not like before. Not simply the tip. Like a male shoving his knot into his mate, the ninetales pressed forward and howled to the heavens as she managed to somehow slip her entire spade inside, tying them together in a way nature definitely had not intended. Her cloaca clamped tight around Peril's twitching mound, squeezing it like the knot it wasn't.

The feeling of that warm mound of vulpine flesh throbbing within her own pussy was what pushed her over the edge.

Stars danced in her vision. Her insides tightened up, then relaxed and squeezed again as she was rocked by orgasmic spasms. Cementing the moment was a heavy feeling in her stomach, signifying that the male ninetales had finally reached his destination. Finally becoming the food he had always been destined to me. She hissed her delight. What could be better than cumming on a full stomach?

Inside the beast's stomach, the ninetales had given up. With fleshy walls enveloping him, eagerly squeezing him into a tight ball, how could he fight back? The uncomfortable position forced his muzzle between his hind legs, where his still-ejaculating cock sullied his face with ropes of seed. It was humiliating. Degrading.

... And kind of amazing?

That was the worst part. He liked how it felt. He'd always prided himself on his ability to hold his breath. Where most vulpix shied away from water, he embraced it. Loved to take dips, to show off how long he could remain under. As a consequence, he knew he'd last. At least long enough for his orgasm to ebb out.

Do I want that? The only thing keeping me sane in here is the pleasure. If I lost that... if I stopped cumming... how terrible would this truly be? I'm going to die. I know I am. But I don't have to die in agony.

As his cock continued to throb against his cheek, he knew what he had to do. No, what he wanted to do.

Opening his jaw, he quickly found his tip and slurped himself up. He shuddered as his hot, slick mouth enveloped his cock. Just as his own body was enveloped by equally hot gastric folds. Warm streaks of thin cum squirted across his own tongue. While hardly a taste he was accustomed to, he couldn't bring himself to care. It felt too good to stop now. So he didn't stop. He pushed forward, gulping down the rest of his throbbing length, curling his tongue once his knot was inside.

He didn't even have to worry about breathing. Just taking himself as deep as he could, swallowing as much as he could. With his heavy balls flush against his muzzle, he could finally relax, and enjoy the squeezing heat of his accommodating mouth. It was like nursing, in a way. As if he were drinking from a mother's teat.

Stomach filling with his own warm seed and mind fading away, his final thoughts went to Peril.

"That was sublime," Medusa said, uncoiling from Peril once the afterglow faded. Though she didn't get far before feeling a tug at her vent: Peril was stuck inside her, twitching away as her orgasm continued to play out. "And you're still cumming."

Peril's tongue lolled out as she said, "Y-yeah, our orgasms last a--oh, gosh--a while. But I've never been stuck inside someone before. Is this how males feel? I like this. I like this a lot."

"So do I. Maybe next time you could try slipping into my ass?" Her meal stopped his squirming. She grinned down at the blissed-out female. "Fun fact: your mate is gone. Passed out, maybe even dead already. He was quite the filling morsel. Digestion will take quite a while, however. Weeks. Perhaps I'll keep you around until I'm hungry again."

"Really?!" Hope sparkled in Peril's eyes. She didn't even seem to care that her mate was churning away in her gut. Just that she wouldn't be eaten. It was adorable.

"Really," she confirmed, coiling herself to give her an affectionate nuzzle. "In the meantime, there's a few positions we haven't tried. How do you feel about being swallowed rump first while eating me out? It's something I've always wanted to try with a willing mate." Medusa showed off her fangs with a grin. "I'll let you back up. I promise."

Peril's spade jumped inside her. "That sounds hot," she breathed. "Let's do it!"

Medusa yawned, flexing her fangs and purposely showing off for Peril, giving her a sneak peak at the gaping maw she may someday enter. Slumping, she pressed herself against the warm bulge of her own belly. She always enjoyed this feeling, like the afterglow of a meal. The early gurgles of digestion made her feel peaceful, lethargic.

"On second thought," she paused to yawn again, "perhaps a nap is in order. I can indulge in you later." She coiled tighter around herself, constricting Peril in the process. The ninetales let out an adorable squeak as the air was squeezed out of her. Given the accompanying warmth rushing into her cloaca, air wasn't the only thing squeezed out. "You'll sleep with me, yes? Wonderful. I believe this will be the start of a beautiful relationship."