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Aaron woke up.

He was feeling like he had been awoken from a deep slumber but without the usual grogginess that came with that. The world around him felt like a soft, heavy blanket, and he felt like his body had not been this... fresh in a while - as if he had gotten a whole-body massage in his sleep. As his senses started to sharpen, a strong smell filled his nose, the blanket began to feel wet and he could hear deep gurgles around him.

These new, unusual sensations made him open his eyes. He soon found out not much changed, he couldn't see a single thing. It was as if his eyelids had never opened at all, the same penetrating blackness assaulted him both ways. This wasn't right! A slight panic was starting to creep in when the darkness showed no signs of relenting, and it was deepened by the fact that he realized he could not breathe at all.

His face felt like it was submerged in water, and no air could leak through either his nose or mouth. Aaron was in full blown panic now, and he began to flail and struggle to the best of his ability. His environment now showed signs of resistance - the fox's arms and legs could only stretch their surroundings slightly before they were bounced back by a smooth, rubbery surface. In the start, each one of the fox's movements made dents and bulges in the surface, but with each struggle the environment tightened around him, until he could only wiggle his fingers and toes.

He couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe...

"Hey, hey, calm down in there!" he heard a booming voice say somewhere above him. "You made me drop my margarita!" The fox could feel the liquid around his belly get a bit colder, as if something was dripping down on top of it. The voice paused for a moment, then softened into a coo: "You're completely safe and in a very pleasant place, just try to relax and get comfy. I don't want to keep restraining you, it's straining my abs!"

Aaron tried to shout his objections but could only let out a whimpery gurgle. With it was Aaron's ability to hold his breath gone, and against his instincts his lungs pulled in a drowning breath of water. To his surprise, the liquid felt like a deeply refreshing, albeit a very thick, breath of air. He took a few frantic breaths, then calmed down a bit. It felt so weird, like the liquid was pumping oxygen straight into his blood. As soon as Aaron was sure he wasn't in immediate danger, his memory and other senses began to return as well.

He had gone to a bar on a very kinky night.

He had met a sweet, gentle latex-covered hunk of his dreams.

He had drunk waaay too many cocktails.

From there on, his memory was getting fuzzy. He was pretty sure he had snuggled with the tiger. He kind of had a feeling they had done more than that. But how any of that connected with his current surroundings was a complete mystery.

"Now that's muuuuch better, my sweet little foxie. You will be much more fun to tease when you're not trying your hardest to kick your leg through my hip!" Aaron felt a strong contraction around him, as if the world was trying to embrace and pet him.

The confident voice. The sloshy surroundings. The strong smell of the slimy liquid around him, almost like... rubber? The realization came suddenly and with it, flashbacks of the rest of the evening - he was somehow INSIDE the tiger-turned-into-goo. The memories of the sinking embrace, the intense, heavenly pleasure and the strong, crushing feeling that had ended it all. Aaron had never heard of anything like this at all, but there wasn't much space to argue now that he was surrounded from all sides by thick, breathable latexy slime.

"Hey, hey, wanna try something hot? Not that you could answer me anyway," said the tiger's voice almost straight into his ear. Straight after, Aaron felt a sudden tingle and a quick squeeze beneath his low-hanging balls. The squeeze soon turned into a pulsating, flowing massage all around his sensitized sheath and orbs.

Aaron twitched, then let out what could be interpreted as a deep, dragged out moan while the tiger's skillful insides continued to stimulate him.

"Now that's more like it! I think I know quite well now what this horny little pup inside me is into, how he likes to be touched..."

The tiger apparently shifted his attention slightly upwards and something more solid was starting to circle itself around the opening in the fox's plump sheath. It first teased the rim like a feather, before taking some tentative dips underneath, feeling like an agile tongue licking the soft insides of his furry pouch.

Aaron's mind was starting to go again, no man had given this kind of attention to his sheath before, certainly not like this. He could feel more slimy tendrils join the first in pushing inside his opening, normally only meant for his member. The fox started to twitch and squirm with every "lick", and he felt his tip starting to press against the invading tongues.

"Wow, you taste quite nice down there," whispered the tiger's deep voice straight into his ear.

The fox could only "mmmpfhh" and blush in response. His leg began involuntarily shaking as one of the tendrils pushed itself against his growing member, as if trying to block its way out of its otherwise stretchy prison. It rubbed against the tip while the other appendages were trying to squeeze their way all around his sheathed cock.

Aaron didn't notice it at first, being almost completely lost in a world of lust, but soon he also felt a different kind of touch on his stomach, like something was pressing into it gently.

"It's alright, you can touch! Isn't he just the bestest, whining and squirming in there, begging for more." Said the tiger in a voice much more faint to Aaron. It didn't sound like it was coming right next of him anymore, but like the tiger was actually... talking to someone.

"Oh my god, he really is inside you! I wonder if he can feel me do this?" said a much more distant voice that that sounded like the person could barely contains their excitement. The liquidy mass around his chest sprang into life with the outside influence of a curious, exploring paw. It was brushing and petting Aaron's hidden form gently. He felt another object of pressure join in and, with the addition of tendrils exploring his sheath and surrounding his manhood, Aaron felt like he was being pet, scritched and fondled by multiple gentle paws. He smiled and lolled out his tongue in bliss.

"Aww, I think he likes it! Such a horny little fox you've caught, a real bellyslut..." Said the other voice with a slightly mischievous tone.

"Isn't he though? Look at how he blushes more with every word you say," chuckled the tiger. "He can't even see you, you know? My skin is opacious only one way now, he can only whimper and take in everything you want to do to him, while you can see his eeevery little twitch of pleasure. Now watch carefully..."

Suddenly Aaron felt the tendrils around his penis squeeze down tightly, and the one around his tip shot up inside it, stretching his slit wider than Aaron never knew it could go.

"Hghhhhh!" came a wet bark out of his throat as the fox contorted, then arched his back in intense pleasure. Like before, the appendage was quick to find its target at the end of the tube and latched its pulsing form on Aaron's prostate. This time, though, the tiger was intentionally gripping his cock so that it couldn't grow at all or escape its soft sheath. It wasn't painful, but it diverted all of Aaron's attention into the tendril inside him, and how much he suddenly needed release with every little pumping motion it made against his sensitive spot.

"Ohhh my, that is one happy fox," said the distant voice, then the rubbing on Aaron's chest and belly halted. "I wonder if I could help him in any way..."

Even while lost in his torturous sea of pleasure, Aaron could feel the grin in the tiger's response: "Well, there's one thing I can think of..." The whole world began moving suddenly, turning upside down from Aaron's perspective. Eventually, Aaron stopped into a kneeling position with a lurch. "You could always try reaching in there and see what your fingers can do to him" said the now most likely bent over tiger.

The lurch had an unintended side effect. The appendages gripping his cock slipped slightly backwards first, letting the fox get a slight erection, then pressed themselves behind his newly formed knot with the sudden stop. Similarly, the slimy tendril inside him slipped MUCH deeper than it was before, ramming everything in its path. Aaron saw stars and was shot straight over the edge with a violent convulsion accompanied by a gurgling, shouty moan.

"Oh no you don't, not yet!" commanded the tiger's voice. Aaron was suddenly squished from all sides by the tiger's body. Something gripped Aaron's balls like a vice, and the tendril swelled inside his cock, blocking all pathways with surgical precision. That stopped the fox's orgasm dead right before its peak.

Aaron whinnied and struggled, then let out a long, sad whine. He couldn't move his hips at all, but if he could, he surely would've humped anything and everything within reach to get his lust-blinded mind into a sweet conclusion.

"That's not allowed before my other guest has had his fun too, don't be rude to your new friend."

Aaron whined and whimpered, squirming hopelessly against the tiger's full-body grip. His struggles were interrupted by a stronger pressure near his ass.

"Thaat's it, don't be shy. I can take as much as you want to push in there. Not so sure about the fox, though" said the tiger to his "new friend", almost purring. Aaron could feel the pressure sharpening, then he gasped as a cool, but thankfully well-groomed claw touched his pucker.

"Whoa, I really can touch him!"

"Mmhm, don't stop there. Oooh, your paw feels so good..."

Aaron was still full of sexual pressure and pumping tendrils, and now that the claw was starting to open its way into his sphincter, it all was becoming way too much to take in for the fox. The paw was very careful at first, but as its owner noticed how slick the tiger's gooey material made the fox's innards, the finger pushed itself straight in and just into the right spot for Aaron.

"Mmmmggghh!", he tried to scream out.

"Ahhh, don't stop. I'm so close..." he heard the tiger moan.

Aaron felt himself reaching another peak of pleasure, much higher than the first one. The final touch was another paw grabbing the tiger's (and at the same time, Aaron's) bulging sheath. The blocking tendrils began to convulse and then released their grip as Aaron came, shooting his seeds way up his belly, only for it to be absorbed straight away by the tiger's gooey innards.

"Th-that's a good boy. Hnghhh!", the tiger roared and came violently, assisted by his friend.

Inside him, Aaron could feel tiger's innards suddenly contracting around him like a vice, then let up. With each twitch of the tiger's dick, the space inside pulsed contracted around the fox, centering around where the tiger's prostate should have been, and massaging and teasing the poor fox further. This felt like a whole-body milking machine had latched onto him and was overstimulating his spent body with each pulse around his sensitive privates. Squirming didn't help, whimpering didn't help, Aaron could only hope the tiger would be spent soon.

After what felt like long, torturous minutes to the fox, the tiger's orgasm waned with a last spurt and a twitch, and Aaron could finally catch his breath. His world lurched forwards again, as the tiger collapsed on top of his friend, panting and huffing.

"Oohh boy, I really needed that," the tiger panted, wrapping his big arms around his friend. Aaron could also feel himself pressing against the friend's shape under a layer of tiger. Compared to his captor, he felt quite small and skinny. Aaron felt the friend's paws faintly against his back, apparently skritching and petting the tiger's slick form.

"Your skin feels so nice and soft... I-I hope being under you doesn't mean I'm going to end up inside you too, though" the tiger's friend cooed, and Aaron swore he could almost sense a blush on the friend's cheeks, even through the goo. "Nahhh, I think I'm going to keep my little foxie in there for now. He seems to be getting used to his new home nicely and I'd be a shame to let him go so soon. Ain't that right?" The last sentence Aaron could hear right next to his ear again, and he could only respond by producing a faint "Mm-mm" and squirming gently against the tiger's slimy insides.

He could be let out? That's... good to hear, he thought. He wasn't sure if he really ever really wanted to be, though. Nothing else could ever make him feel what the tiger's almost magical body had, and his lust-affected mind craved for more.

"That's what I thought, good boy!" the tiger chuckled. "However... I think I could make you both fit if I really tried." This time Aaron was sure, he could FEEL a blush on the smaller friend's face. The friend, a small wolf with adorable round glasses, squirmed under the tiger and finally, buried his head against the tiger's chest in embarrassment. His nose booped gently against Aaron's through the latex.