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Softly Swallowed

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

"Ah!"

The fox anthro, Todd, yipped with a big smile as his partner took him in his paw. Well, paw, hand... It didn't matter what he called Nestor's paws, not really, though some equine anthros really had a thing about it. What mattered about them, as the russet fox squirmed delightedly in his paw, was that the macro stallion anthro adored him dearly and was about to give Todd a little more of the pleasure that he had so very sorely needed.

"Mm, are you ready for this?"

Nestor was always quick to check in with his much smaller partner, opening his palm to find the fox nuzzling into his palm, naked, of course, and his cock out. No one could have missed the throbbing red of his member, but the two partners, settled down in the middle of the night in a big, open clearing of the forest that best fit Nestor. At his size, there were few anthro dwellings or places to live, after all, that could fit him, his massive bay body.

"Of course I am," the fox yipped, wriggling in his palm. "Eat me already!"

Of course, that was not quite meant in the usual way, but more so the literal way. And that was very much a wish that Nestor was all too willing to fulfil, taking his foxy partner by the tail and holding him up high in the air. No harm would come to Todd, but he still squealed with delight, dangled over the horse's gaping mouth.

A pink, thick tongue flicked out, toying with him, tasting him, lapping up and down his body. The fox whimpered, twisting back and forth, but he was happy where he was, lingering in the anticipation of the moment to come.

And then Nestor dropped him, landing with a soft plop onto the horse's tongue, his cock hard and throbbing. There was nothing he loved better than being cradled by the horse's tongue, squirming into it, though there was very little there that he could hold onto and grip in any way. But that was all well and good, while he was safe, Nestor chuckling softly, jostling Todd on his tongue.

"Mmmmm..."

"Mm, I can't wait to be eaten by you," Todd moaned. "Swallow me... Make me your_prey_!"

The little fox sure was keen to make himself known and clear at the very least, grunting softly, nuzzling into the horse's tongue and kissing softly. Nestor rumbled under him, though Todd could not decipher what he was trying to say, what that rumble was meant to mean.

He didn't touch his own cock, not as the horse tipped his head back, allowing him to slide all the way to the back of his mouth, whimpering, squirming, happy exactly where he was. He wanted it, but he didn't want to be in any way in control of the moment either, everything happening with his consent but without him being able to do anything about it. He didn't have to know what would come next or how quickly, but he could let go.

That left him free to feel, to relish in the soft aroma of the horse's mouth, the pull of his tongue as it pushed him to the back of his throat. With a tilt of the horse's head, the fox was helpless to the pull of gravity, openly sliding down his throat into the darkness. But he did not need to see when everything felt as good as it did, groaning deep in the back of his own throat, tail flicking up, though no one was there to penetrate him. That sort of play could never take place, of course, between him and the giant horse.

But Nestor was there to love him and take care of him, holding him gently in his throat and swallowing carefully. The horse did not breathe through his throat, so something could get stuck there, from swallowing, while leaving him completely free to breathe at the same time. That meant he could take his time gulping down the fox, softly swallowing him, letting him take his greatest pleasure from taking him down.

Todd twisted, letting everything happen to him, climaxing subtly, so much so that he barely even noticed the pulse of ecstasy, but he did feel the pull of the horse's throat. There was only one way he was going, however, and that was down - down into the pit of the stallion's stomach, where he would be safe, where he would be held. For how long? Oh, well... Until Nestor let him out again with a little flick of magic, of course.

The fox grunted as he dropped into the dark embrace of the horse's belly, settling there, his cock still hard, pressed between both paws. He couldn't help himself from stimulating it, stroking the full length again and again, whimpering, grunting, moaning, rocking his hips back and forth just for another hit of ecstasy. It was an addiction, in a way, being eating, but there would always be a gentleness in the way that Nestor swallowed him down.

The love for him that the horse held could not be denied and it was that which had the fox climaxing all over again, his cock dripping and drooling. He had no sense of time in there, clad in dark warmth, his fur wet, but not minding one little bit. All he cared for was his security in there, how his cock simply refused to soften, even as cum dripped down his length, absorbed and lost in the light fluid, thick and gluttonous, filling the base of the horse's stomach. It was not fit to digest him, not with magic at play, but Todd relished in rubbing it all over his body and into his fur, as close to his partner as it was ever possible to be.

There, he had no worries. There, he could cum, again and again, and there were no consequences for him to face, nothing more than prey, a creature of swallowed lust that was finally being let out to play.

Around him, the horse rumbled, settling down with a heavy paw on his stomach, waiting until Todd was ready to come out again.

And there was nowhere else that the fox would have wanted to be.