FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Commission for ILoveDoc

All characters invented for this story

Contains fat furs, humans, vore, digestion

death, gay sex, cum inflation, love, and

lots of gritty crime drama stuff :3

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Light finally started to filter through the drawn blinds, but the sounds... the sounds had never ceased through the night. The most pervasive was cars, horns, engines, tires, and the occasional crunch of metal on metal. Under that, at least once an hour he heard gunshots, coming from somewhere in the city, and from elsewhere in the apartment building there were shouts of anger, of lust, of despair. The city never slept, and that night, neither did Fremont Williams.

The wiry human had lain in bed all night trying to sleep, but the day before he had seen a man he knew killed an orca student down at the university. Walking around free. He tried to forget it, but he couldn't. He joined the police force to stop that sort of thing. He took the test and got his gold shield.

He was nestled up against his boyfriend for the whole night. Usually holding onto his big bear helped him sleep, but not last night. The digital readout on the clock by the bed changed. Now there were two zeros where a five and a nine had been the second prior. It began to beep.

He reached an arm and turned off the alarm, so as not to wake his boyfriend, and slipped out from under the covers. He sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment, already missing the bear's embrace. He looked over his shoulder at the ursine.

They had met on the boardwalk, down where those games of skill were. Early in their relationship he'd joke that he won the big bear there, playing a game. The human had a thing for big guys, not just muscular, but with a bit of healthy cushion, and bears were healthiest when they had a layer of fat over their muscles. It's no surprise he ended up with one, on that note. He had to admit he loved when the big bear had just had a big meal and would ask for some rubs...

Another cry and gunshot from the world below reminded him why his alarm was set so early. He had a job to do, one that was supposed to protect people, human and furre alike. The naked human stood and stretched, hearing the various joints in his back, shoulders, and neck popping and groaning. He was too young to feel this old. It must have been the job. As he found boxers and slacks he looked in the mirror. He was starting to go grey at his sideburns. This job was going to kill him, he just knew it.

He was looking for a shirt, pants loosely fastened on his bony hips, when he heard stirring.

"Oh... Monty, why didn't you wake me?" Came the rich baritone of the ursine in the bed.

The human looked over at the bed, "One of us had to sleep tonight."

"Monty-cub, you can't let your job get to you like this." The big bear sat up, his gut pooling into his lap.

Monty rubbed his forehead, before grabbing a shirt off the rack and starting to button it up, "I just have to work harder." He sighs, "I saw Mac Stevens on the street yesterday."

"His case got thrown out." The bear said quietly, "His lawyer proved one of the beat cops on the case tampered with evidence."

The human nearly tore his shirt. He stopped trying to button and just grasped the dresser, looking down at the wood. Before long, he felt the soft embrace of his lover enfolding him from behind.

"Shhh... Honey, it'll be okay..." That broad bear tongue gave a slow lick, mussing the human's short hair.

"How can you be sure?" He leaned back into the bear hug, wishing he could lose himself in his mate, but the world wouldn't let him. "No double jeopardy means he'll have to do something else, maybe even something worse just to be tried again."

The broad bear paws were gently doing up his buttons now, helping the human dress. "You gotta have faith in something. If anything, have faith in me, and try to have faith in yourself. And see if you can get Internal Affairs to take a look at your precinct, while you're at it."

The cop scoffed, smirking wryly, "They're too busy with every other precinct in this cesspool, but I'll try." He sighed, tucking his shirt into his slacks and doing up the belt snugly, "And you keep up your fine, fine work in the DA's office, Ursa Major."

"Okay, Homo Minor." The bear chuckled and cupped the human's rump in his broad paw, before passing over his suit coat and a tie.

The human chuckled and sighed at the retort as well, feeding the tie around under his collar and worked to tie it neatly, until it hung down to just above his beltline. He tugged his coat on, checking his pockets and making sure he had both his wallet and badge, as well as his keys. "I'm headed out. I hope to be home to see you tonight."

"Don't forget your phone." The bear held out Monty's cell.

"Oh... thanks big guy." The human leaned in and hugged the big bear. Even in his work clothes he felt a bit more like a kid when he was in the big ursine's arms.

After a moment the bear licked over Monty's head again, "Have a good day. Call me, okay? I might be working late though. DA's been hinting at a heavier workload recently."

"Okay." The detective smiled as best as he could, slipping out of the embrace, and then out of the apartment.

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Monty walked into the precinct, stifling a yawn and heading straight for the coffee machine. It was shitty coffee, but caffeine was caffeine when you had been up all night.

His captain, a burly wolf with a frame that belied his appetite, took a sip of his own coffee, finishing a doughnut, "Someone have a bit too much fun with their Teddy?"

The human winced, noticing in the panel of the coffee machine his hair was all mussed up from the tender reassurances in the form of bear tongue on his head. He knew that his boss knew he was dating someone at the DA's office. They had never had to work on the same case as one another, though, so it had never been a problem. He suspected it had to do with how the DA and his captain were good friends. Not much got by those two. He tried to smooth his hair out, "He prefers Theo."

This only got a guffaw from the grey wolf. Monty had to avert his eyes as the captain's gut jiggled when he laughed, and despite his chaser tendencies, he was loyal to his mate. The captain padded over, "You should have a bear claw; you're far too skinny."

"I'm not into footplay." Monty allowed himself a wry grin.

The wolf laughed aloud again, thudding the little human on the back before thundering his way back to his office.

Monty was the youngest detective in his precinct, let alone his department, and happened to be the only human. His mom once told him usually people didn't become cops unless they had few other options, and Furres tended to be shoved to the sidelines by the human population. Worse of all, human perps had the infuriating tendency to get off the hook in this city, despite the fact that the DA's office was full of furres as well as the police department.

He took a swig of the swill that the city's money could buy them and grunted, stepping out of the break room, "I'm headed down the street for some decent coffee, anyone want... any...." He trailed off, staring. At the other side of the station, near the holding cells, a skinhead human was receiving his effects back, while a smug human in a suit looked on. "No... not him..." The world went into slow motion for Monty as he saw the man he caught, the man who he knew killed a family of seven tanuki for sport, including the two month old cub, being released.

The murderer glanced his way, winked, and mimicked firing a gun with his fingers, index extended as the barrel, right at Detective Williams.

"Monty. Monty, wake up. Earth to Monty." A deep voice nearby was in his ears, trying to pull him out of his moment of shock. He finally shook his head and looked. It was his partner, a tall sleek panther. The panther was straight, but he knew Monty was gay so he tried not to make him uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"

"He's being released." Monty said after a long moment.

"He was released, half an hour ago, you've been standing there this whole time, staring at the wall.

"Half an hour? I gotta go find him. I gotta go bring him back!" Monty turned, but the strong paws of the panther grasped him.

"He didn't escape. He was released." The panther rumbled. He didn't sound too happy about this himself.

Monty looked up at his partner, "Why?"

"They threw out our DNA evidence. Without that the DA's office didn't have a case and we couldn't hold him." His partner said softly, not wanting to upset the smaller human.

The human however was upset, and suddenly strode towards the captain's office.

The captain looked up smiling, and then saw the look on the human's face. "We couldn't hold him. The judge agreed with his lawyer."

"Agreed with what." Monty seethed.

The wolf sighed, "You got his DNA without a warrant."

"We had a blanket warrant of his apartment, and his DNA was covering practically every piece of evidence we got!" The human grasped onto the back of a chair so he wouldn't start breaking anything in his present state.

"The judge ruled that a specific warrant for DNA needed to be filed for and acquired before DNA evidence could be collected." The chief said calmly, trying to get Monty to cool off, "And anyway, without definitive proof that the DNA was from him, the lawyer could have woven some story about some other person living with his client and who was the real killer, enough to cast reasonable doubt in the jury's mind. We're lucky it didn't go to court. If we can find a real piece of evidence, we can still try him, no double jeopardy." The wolf stood, "Come on, you gotta get some real coffee in you, then you can work on getting this guy so pinned by evidence any jury will see him as guilty."

The human grumbled, but his hands were eventually pried from the chair and he was lead out to his partner. "He gonna be okay?"

The captain shrugged, holding his paw up like he might pet the detective, but thinking better of it, "I hope so. Take him to the coffee shop and then try to see if we missed any evidence. Our warrant should still be in effect. If that bastard is trying to get rid of anything, arrest him for destroying evidence."

"Even if we do, it won't fucking matter." Monty grumbled. "The fucking lawyers always get their humans off. You'd think hate crime precedent didn't exist in this putrid hole of a city."

The panther tried to get the human to move, but he stayed put.

"Are we all so fucking incompetent that we can't put anyone behind bars, or is the system rigged to let humans go around killing furres whenever they want?" The human's eyes went wild as he stared around the precinct. The other detectives were all watching now. "Doesn't it make anyone else here angry? Because I'm furious!"

"Calm down, Monty." His partner said quietly.

"I WON'T CALM DOWN! WE'RE FUCKING POINTLESS IF WE CAN'T SAVE AN IMMIGRANT FAMILY'S LIFE BECAUSE SOME BIGOT THINKS THEY HAVE TO DIE! WE DON'T MATTER!"

"Williams. Give me your gun and badge before I lock you in the tank."

The blood rushed from the human's face, going from red to white in a single moment. "C-captain?"

"You're suspended, Williams. You have to calm down. Spend some time with Theo." The wolf's paw felt very heavy on his shoulder. "Relax. We'll work on getting a solid case."

Slowly, Fremont Williams took off his holster, and fished out his badge, putting them in the other outstretched paw.

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The human numbly staggered into a bar. He thought about calling Theo, but the bear had said he might be working late today, and it was still long before his boyfriend got off work. Ordering a drink the human slumped into a stool. The world seemed to blur. The alcohol helped him lose time. Conversations flew by him one at a time, his mind not even processing them, at least not consciously.

The city was dark, with the harsh light of florescent and neon replacing the yellow sun, when something got through to him.

"Oh man, that sounds amazing. It's right around the corner?"

Monty looked down the bar, and there was a lardy fox and a skinny bunny, chatting. Occasionally the bunny was rubbing over the fox's gut.

"Yeah, it's supposed to be a great place for chasers and feeders, too. But it's kinda underground. The entertainment's a bit explicit, if you know what I mean..." The fox was saying.

"Oh, I can't wait." The bunny bounced on his stool a bit.

The fox chuckled, stroking the lapine's ears, "Lemme clear our tab here, then it's just around the corner, a password and we're in..."

Monty stared. He shook his head, and finished his drink, fishing out his wallet and laying down a fifty. When the pair of furres passed behind him, he slipped off his stool and followed, not too closely, but not so far behind that he'd lose them.

Had he been less drunk, he'd not have been quite so obvious about it, and he might have noticed that the Fox seemed pleased with himself that the human was following, around the corner and to a basement access stairway, where a massive lion stood wearing sunglasses and a black t-shirt, his gut pushing up the bottom hem over its ponderous girth.

The lion was idly toying with his gut with one paw, licking his lips as he looked over the little bunny. He looked to the fat fox and purred out the word "Password?"

The fox held the bunny close, possessively, "Insatiable."

The lion stepped aside, letting the pair down the stairs. He stepped back into place blocking the way when Monty staggered over. Looking over his clipboard, the lion rumbled, "Password?"

Monty stared at the lion's gut for a moment, and then looked up at his face, "Insatiable."

"Don't cause any trouble, little man, or you'll be seeing this again, real close." The lion stroked his gut as it grumbled hungrily, even as he stepped aside to let Monty pass.

The human shuddered, but at the same time felt his boxers get tighter in his pants, staggering down the stairs, grasping the safety rail to get his drunken form down safely.

Passing through a set of curtains there was a coat check, where a hefty goat asked for his jacket.

The human found himself holding a claims ticket and just in his shirt, tie, and slacks as he entered the club proper. There were tables all over the room, and booths around the walls. Some of the booths had curtains for privacy. There was a stage at one end of the club, and a bar along one wall. Everything was positioned so anyone in the club, except maybe the people in the closed booths, could see the stage.

Monty staggered to a table and sat down. Before he had time to think, there was a waiter next to him.

"All alone tonight, sir?" Monty looked up and saw a tubby but not fat raccoon boy in a skimpy outfit standing above him.

The human's brow arched. He still hadn't called Theo. His heart felt as though it had been stabbed through with a swizzle stick. "Scotch and soda... please." He managed.

The raccoon stroked the human's cheek, "If you're lonely, I get off work soon."

"I'm spoken for..." The human said quietly, even as he pressed into the stroke.

"Too bad. You're adorable." The coon chuckled, swishing his ample hips as he headed to the bar to get Monty his drink.

The inebriated human whimpered and pulled out his phone, scrolling through the list to get down to "Theo". He pressed the call button, pressing the speaker to his ear. The phone rang four times, before going to voicemail. The human swore under his breath. When the tone passed he spoke, "Theo... sweetheart... don't be mad at me. I got suspended... and... well, I got drunk... I'll be home soon... forgive me...?"

He figured he should stop babbling, so he closed his phone and pocketed it. The drink arrived and he took a swig, the seltzer water in the drink waking him up a bit.

The curtains parted at that point. There was a figure seated on the stage. The lights came up, and he saw it was a human tied up. Monty rubbed his eyes. It was the murderer he saw out on the streets yesterday; the one who killed the cetacean student down at the college. The bindings seemed to be leather, and otherwise the bound man was naked.

Then the bouncer from outside came on stage. Monty thought they must have changed shifts or something, because now the massive lion was only wearing a tight thong under his heavy gut, licking his lips.

The human stared, writhing, and even falling out of his chair as the lion approached. He squirmed and started to try to inchworm himself away.

The audience laughed.

The lion chuckled and scooped the murderer in his massive claws, holding him to his gut, which audibly gurgled, empty. Even Monty at the back of the room could hear that. The majestic feline licked his lips, and then gaped his maw wide, even as his strong arms lifted the bound man towards the gap between his glinting fangs.

But instead of the sickening crunch and bloody display Monty was half expecting, the murderer's head was shoved into the throat of the lion, visibly distending his throat as, knowledgeable of his position and audience, and well trained at performing, the lion turned to profile and lowered the arm on the side nearest the audience. Everyone in the room could see how the man was deforming the lion's throat, even the muscular process that was dragging the squirming bound killer down into the undoubtedly hot depths of the lardy feline.

Morty stared, watching half in horror half in arousal, as a man was devoured before his very eyes. The bound, bare feet slid out of sight last, and a swallow sent their bulges out of sight. That dome of lion gut bounced a moment later, and the lion let out a low belch that shook the tables of the club.

The audience burst into applause.

Morty stood, staggering to the bar. He needed another drink. He needed to think. He needed to figure out why that was so arousing. He needed to call his colleagues; someone just got killed in front of him. He strained with the hardness in his slacks as he slumped into a stool. It was pretty damned hot, and that killer deserved it, his Id fought his Superego, emboldened by the lead weights the booze had tied to it.

A drink was sitting in front of him. He wasn't sure where it came from.

"On the house, kid. You look like you need it." The barkeep said with a chuckle. He was a tall, fat alligator, idly rubbing his own belly scales as he eyed the confused human.

Monty downed the drink and put the tumbler down with a groan. That drink had quite the kick...

Monty blacked out.

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When the human woke up, he was seated in a chair with his arms tied behind his back. He was naked. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, he didn't see curtains anywhere. He wasn't about to join the murderer in having a show time death, but then again, no one would know he had died, were he to be killed now.

Blinking as a light was turned on facing him, he remembered the old interrogation technique. The light prevents the stoolie from seeing who's interviewing them. He shivered a bit, even though the room was quite warm.

"Why are you here...?" A rumbling bass voice split the silence.

"I got suspended and I got drunk. I heard this place was a good place for chasers." Monty answered truthfully. He must have still been a little drunk, because his words were coming out a little slurred, and it hadn't occurred to him to make up a lie.

"Why were you suspended?" A different voice spoke. It sounded familiar.

Monty squinted, and could barely make out nine figures, with hoods hiding their faces for even if Monty could see well past the light. They were all furres though, he could tell that much, and they were all big. "I objected to the release of a murder suspect, and implied that the justice department is biased against furres."

"Are you a Chaser?" A new voice asked, still familiar, but differently.

The human tugged at his wrists a little, "Yes... I love fat furs, but I love my Theo too much to just dry hump every fuzzy gut I see. I guess it was the booze that thought this place was a good idea."

"This question may be the most important, Fremont Williams." Still another voice, less familiar, and chilling to use his name that way, "After what you have seen tonight, will you have to be silenced...?" This question was followed, alarmingly, by the sounds of several empty stomachs calling to be filled.

The sound filled Monty with panic and arousal, the naked human unable to hide it. He stammered, "I won't tell anyone. These assholes who use their money to buy lawyers who know every loophole, every trick to turn the jury to them, even bribing young underpaid cops to tamper with fucking evidence, they deserve what they get here." He panted for breath, his head clearing as he spoke, "I joined the force to help people, to protect people, and make sure people who did bad things couldn't do them again. That isn't happening anymore. You... You're doing that."

The second voice, the first one that sounded familiar to him, rumbled low, "Will you help us get more of these criminals?"

Fremont Williams stared. He was being asked to be an accessory to murder, but also, to be a vigilante and kidnapper. But then again, these assholes deserved what they got. "Yes. I'd even bag you the fucking corrupt lawyers if you want. But I have a couple requests..."

"Speak." The voice stated sternly, still inscrutable.

"First, I'd like to watch the shows here every night, to make sure the monsters I bring you get what they deserve... maybe... rub the squirming guts..." He muttered the last part, embarrassed.

"And?" A different voice prompted with a grin in his inflection.

"I'd like to know who you all are..." Monty said quietly, staring.

"That's just what we wanted to hear." The light turned off, and overhead lights dimly ramped up. Slowly Monty's eyes were adjusting, as the figures started to remove their hoods. In the center of the nine was... holy fuck, the Mayor. At his sides were the DA, and his boss, Captain of the Homicide division, and his boss, the Police Chief himself. There was also the bartender and the bouncer from the bar, grinning at each other, a few others he didn't recognize, and then, walking up to him was...

Theo rumbled, scooping Monty out of his chair, holding him to his gut, "Oh, honey. Glad to hear I'm the only bear for you."

The human stared. This was conspiracy theory level stuff, but he couldn't bring himself to object to any of it. After all, he'd agreed to it anonymously, and with this kind of power backing it, he'd probably not run into much trouble fulfilling the obligation he just made. But on top of all this, his mate was in on it.

"You okay cub?" Theo said softly.

"It's a lot to take in, but I think I'll be good." Monty managed, burying his face into the bear's fur, the feeling that had given him much security in the past.

Theo rumbled quietly, "You know, we don't only get rid of criminals with our guts."

The human blinked, looking up, "Huh..?"

The captain came over behind Monty, the big wolf pinning the human to his mate's gut while grinding naughtily. Only now did Monty realize they were all naked. "We've found a method that allows us to bring back people, even after they're reduced to nothing but inches on our guts. We don't do that for criminals though." The captain belched into his subordinate's ear sensually. "So, if you ever want to give these guts a rub from the inside, there's nothing to fear, except liking it too much..."

Monty whimpered. He couldn't stand it anymore. He made a mess in Theo's dense fur, squirming with a blush as he came.

Theo smiled, "And as long as you always come back to me, I don't mind you giving other guy's guts your loving... We'd have to negotiate if I was gonna let anyone else eat my honey cub, though." The bear chuckled, licking his lips.

Suddenly Monty was imagining it, being inside the gut he so often curled up against for comfort, curling up inside it instead... The idea both seemed so... perfect, but also intensely arousing, so much his just spent shaft started throbbing again.

Gentle claws were undoing his wrists, "Come on, sweetie. There's one more show, then we can go home. Get dressed, the boys will take you out into the club."

"But what about you...?" Monty asked with a slight whine.

"I'll be busy." Theo winked, "You'll see why."

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Monty put his clothes on in a daze, as the massive males around him did the same. The human felt a little sad to see guts covered up with clothes, and found his captain pressed up behind him again, hefting him slightly so he could walk for him, guiding the man outside with his gut and grasp.

The wolf rumbled, sitting down in one of the booths, holding the human to his gut, "You know, Monty, I've been wanting to share this place with you for a long time, but the opportunity never presented itself... You're such a cute chaser, it was a shame to see you so devotedly monogamous."

Monty rubbed his eyes, "I.. well... I'm still Theo's..." He managed, the effects of the booze coming back now that the high stress was gone.

"Heh, yes, but he's letting you play around, now. And I'm glad of that." The wolf lecherously groped over his subordinate's rump through his slacks. "I'll finally get to get a good taste of you..." The wolf's gut growled suggestively, "And you'll get to ride my waistline. I've been told being lard is a very relaxing experience..."

Monty blushed and shivered, his slacks feeling far too tight. But then his attention was pulled away by the curtains on stage parting, revealing another human naked and tightly bound, seated. His skinned head and visible tattoos were the give-away to the inebriated human. He blinked, then looked to his captain, "What happened to building a solid case..?"

"Hush, boy." The wolf chuckled playfully, using his paw on the human's waist to grind the bulge into his gut, successfully making the chubby chaser go limp against him, "Just watch the show. I have a feeling you'll love this one..."

Monty murmured, rolling his head away from the musky wolf he was held to, and stared.

Theo was swishing his hips as he padded onto the stage, the beautiful pudge all over the bear jiggling over his hidden musculature densely. He was totally nude still. He paused, posing for the crowd, and blowing a kiss to his mate in the arms of the wolf, and mimed a simple "Behave" gesture to them before he continued to the skinhead, whose eyes practically flared with hatred.

Without a second thought, the man was grabbed by his bonds and hefted bodily over the bear. Wetly, Theo's maw gaped below the now struggling man. Effortlessly, the ursine stuffed the shaved head into his throat, bulging it out. A loud wet gulp filled the room, the acoustics on stage allowing the sensual sounds to be heard throughout the club. Swallow after swallow doomed the murderer, dragging him deeper, deeper and deeper, towards the audibly grumbling stomach, eager for its meal. And below the sagging gut, Monty could see Theo's hard thick bear shaft throbbing. He loved it.

It wasn't too long before a pair of bound pink feet was slipping out of sight, and Theo leaned forward, towards the audience, gaping his maw as wide as he could as the feet were pulled back into the throat, replaced with that flexing, rippling tunnel of flesh.

Monty stared, wishing he could follow, but he didn't think he'd want to share any room with that skinhead. He found himself wondering how long it would take to turn the evil man into lard, and wondered how much became the muscles below the lard. He shivered, and realized that the wolf had undone his pants, and his own shirt, to let Monty grind his arousal into the lardy, soft furred gut he too was sporting.

Theo belched dramatically, patting his gut and waving to the crowd, before, instead of walking offstage, he jumped off the stage, headed right for the booth.

Monty swallowed, blushing deeply, watching his mate's gut thrash sensually with its contents as he arrived.

The wolf chuckled, "Oh, did you want this?"

"Well, all this eating's given me quite the chub, so I'd like my cub's ass, for the moment. You can have his face, for now." The bear rumbled, pulling at the human's pants to reveal his bare, unprotected rump, which he ground his broad girth against.

"Oh, Gods, Theo... Yes...." Monty managed as the bear dick ground against his pucker a few times, before finally penetrating, spreading the drunk human wide.

The wolf had finished undoing his own pants and was pressing the human's face down to the swelling lupine dick in front of him.

Monty looked over his shoulder, as if asking permission, even though the bear had told the wolf to do it.

Theo chuckled, hilting firmly, "You can do it, honey. Just give him a good suck."

The human blushed, but turned back to that dripping spire, and opened his mouth.

That was all the wolf needed, and he unceremoniously pressed Monty's head down over his shaft. He groaned and looked to the bear, "Auhhn... so... anything redeeming in there?"

Theo thrust firmly, but not hard enough to hurt the human between them. His stomach was burbling loudly now, the struggling shapes growing softer, less energetic in their squirms. "Oh, he definitely killed that family."

The wolf grinned, "No need to let him do anything but become lard, and maybe a gallon to fill your boy with..." He looked down at the human, stroking his hair with a claw, "There's your solid case, for you, Monty. When we eat someone, we can see into them. That way, if you bring us someone innocent, truly innocent, we can make sure they return to their lives, with this place just a bad dream. Of course, that's only happened, what, once, Theo?"

"Maybe twice." The bear concurred, using his leverage at the human's hips to dictate the bobbing motion of Monty's lips over that girthy wolf cock.

Monty murmured, too drunk to really participate other than moving his tongue at this point, but the pair were making him quite useful, and the discussion above him would have taken away any of his hang-ups, if he hadn't been so certain that all the criminals that got off were guilty.

After all, they wouldn't try to take these scumbags to court unless they were certain they were guilty.

Before the inebriated human knew it, he was being filled from both ends, hot rushing cream filling his bowels and gushing down his throat, both converging on his belly. He groaned out between swallows as his stomach felt swollen, overfull. Finally the flows ended, and strong arms pulled him up and away from the leaking wolfhood, into the embrace of the bear and against the now formless, soft gut.

Theo chuckled and pet the swollen gut of the human, "All full, honey?" He kept his own still rather firm shaft buried in the human, plugging up his rear entrance.

Monty tried to talk, but a wet, cummy belch issued forth instead. He blushed softly, "I... yeah."

"Good cub." The bear whispered into his human's ear, holding him possessively as other fat furres came over. Some wanted to chat, others wanted to play with the bear's toy, and still others thought he looked delicious. The bear growled quietly, holding Monty tighter to his squishy gut, "Mine."

The wolf chuckled, "Take as long as you want getting to know this new side of your Teddy-bear, Monty. Your suspension will end when you're ready."

The human blushed, but settled in, feeling safer and clearer of mind than he had in a long long time. Eventually the furres got the hint, dispersing back to their tables and booths as the last show of the night started, this one with a wiling prey, the raccoon waiter from earlier getting mounted by a big gutted otter, though the low belly rumbles told the audience the coon wasn't the only one who'd be stuffed by the end of the night.

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