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Between a cock and a moist place

Or "Hiroe's story"

By Strega

Hiroe and Labrus appear by permission of their players

(Set in the "Yum Chat" swamp)

Hiroe slunk through the woods, looking behind her every few steps. Had she heard something just then? Was something hungry following in her footsteps?

The swamp was dangerous. Predators of every stripe congregated here, drawn to an equally large number of prey creatures. Predator and prey alike were mostly humanoid, ranging from wolf-men and dragon-hybrids to bunny-girls. Hiroe was a rare human, small and slight of build. Her clothes were torn from a too-close encounter with a barely humanoid tiger. If he had caught her....

There were predators here who masked their menace by disguising themselves as inoffensive, vulnerable creatures. Hiroe was not one of them. If the tiger-man had caught her she'd be in his stomach by now, flesh softening in his stomach acids. The great majority of the predators here swallowed their prey whole, even the ones who could not reasonable manage such a large bite all at once. Down the victims went anyway, kicking, screams more and more muffled. Eventually there'd be a belch.

She paused to rest in the shadow of a moss-hung tree. She was well away from the lagoon, the most dangerous place of all. Here she might escape notice. At the lagoon there were always hungry, roving eyes. Out here she at least had a chance.

Curse this place! Perhaps literally: the magic of the swamp was strong. Unnatural things happened here: the congregation of predators, the inability of desperate souls to leave - Hiroe knew that no matter which trail she followed, it would eventually lead her back to the lagoon. The strange ability of many predators to swallow large prey whole; the fault of the swamp? And sometimes, people who'd been eaten - or uncanny replicas - reappeared. Would that happen if she was eaten? Hiroe didn't know and didn't want to find out.

Hiroe had been trapped here for...how long? Months? Years? She'd lost track of the number of times she had been chased, pounced, or ambushed. She'd nearly been caught so many times. Perhaps a tube-like mouth would drop from a tree to slurp her up. (Suddenly nervous, she looked up). Some rude beast or beast-man might leap from the undergrowth. (Without thinking she she crouched, listening; was that a crackle in the brush?) Or, in a moment of foolish trust, she might seek shelter with a pretty elf-girl, a fine-striped catwoman, or that little raccoon-woman, not even as tall as herself. It didn't matter. Sooner or later the person she trusted would turn and jaws would gape wide. Her last cry would escape from someone else's mouth, and a mouse-girl, or carnivorous plant, or troll, or who-knows-what would settle down to digest her. Hiroe shivered. She had to be careful; she'd seen it all happen to others. Unfriendly eyes and hungry bellies were everywhere.

Now she did hear something. Luckily she was already crouching: Hiroe froze and watched. The mossy path widened into a green grotto ahead, and into the grotto came--

Oh gods, it was the wolverine. One of the rapists in the predator crowd, ones she was specially careful to avoid. Shaggy-furred and bearlike, feral, only different from a normal beast in size and intelligence. He wasn't content merely to bolt his victims down. No, he chased them, dragged them around by the scruff, cuffed them with his heavy paws, and when they were weakened enough he'd have his way with them. Afterward, or sometimes even during the act, his jaws would creak wide, and another unwilling lover would disappear down his gullet. He slept in a tree near the lagoon and dropped on hapless - but wait. Surely this wolverine was just too large to climb a tree?

It dawned on Hiroe that this was a different beast. It was darker-furred, for one. And whereas the rapist-beast was the size of a black bear, this one was easily the size of a grizzly. If she'd stood next to it her head would be the only thing peeking over its arched back. Not that she had any intention of getting that close. It might be a different wolverine, but it was a predator and no doubt it hungered for her tender flesh.

Luckily it had sat itself down in the clearing, and what little breeze oozed beneath the branches was blowing toward her. From twenty feet away she could smell the thing's rank weaselly scent. No, Hiroe wasn't going any closer.

The beast began to retch. Hiroe had seen it before, but she still watched with horrified fascination. Something indigestible couldn't make it past the thing's stomach and was about to come back up. Would it be a mass of fur or feathers the color of its previous owner? Clothing, tangled around half-digested bones? A whole suit of armor now missing its inhabitant?

Something black and white. A ball of skunk fur? No, it moved! Astonished, Hiroe watched as the wolverine coughed up a completely intact skunkette. She slid gracefully out of the beast's jaws, as though she had done it a hundred times, and tweaked her tail out of the steaming gullet so it could close its mouth.

Nor did she run, as you'd expect from someone who escaped a horrific fate. Instead she snuggled up against the chest of the massive beast, its paws curled gently around her, and began to wipe the moisture from her fur. Drool had left a sheen on her pelt, but there was no sign of acid burns or the stink of digestive juices. The big wolverine began to lick, plying its broad tongue across her shoulders and back to help clean her.

When the tongue reached the skunkette's breast she began to churr. The exposed pink skin inside her ears flushed darker, and she wrapped her arm around the massive head to keep the wolverine from pulling away. Her other hand was down out of sight beneath his belly, rubbing. When he pawed at her with one massive forefoot, Hiroe knew she was about to witness an unnatural coupling. The skunkette rolled forward onto her hands and knees, the wolverine rose from his crouch to mount her--

And the branch Hiroe had been holding snapped. Without realizing it she'd leaned further and further into the grotto to watch. Now she tumbled into the clearing, landing on her belly not ten feet from the pair.

"Oh!" said Hiroe and the skunkette simultaneously, and the enormous wolverine gave an inquisitive grunt.

There was a second of silence, then the skunkette smiled and sat up on her haunches. She bumped into the wolverine's chest and, distracted, he sat back down behind her. Hiroe got a glimpse of something black and very thick before his belly-fur hid it. He nosed the skunkette and she reached back to pat his head.

"Just a minute dear," she said, and giggled. Then, "Hi! I'm SuzyAnne. You can call me Suzy." She extended her hand.

The wolverine's ink-black eyes were fixed on Hiroe. He looked irritated, and well he might. Hiroe put the best face on it she could, and let the skunkette help her sit up. "Hiroe," she said. "And your...lover is--?"

"Labrus," the skunkette cooed, and rubbed the muzzle resting on her shoulders. "It means 'big mouth'. You can see why! He's a sweetie. I hide from predators in his tummy - he can turn off his stomach acid and he swallows air for me. Well, except when he's eaten something besides me, then I ride on his back. He needs to eat too, after all, and his tummy isn't safe when he's digesting a deer or whatever."

"So you get protection and he gets..." Hiroe paused, thinking about what she'd seen beneath the beast's belly.

"Sex, of course. Lots and lots of sex." Suzy rubbed Labrus' shaggy chest vigorously. Then her nose twitched. "You smell excited. Liked what you saw, huh?"

"Well..." Hiroe was still flushed, sweating. She'd never looked at a beast like that, certainly not at the other wolverine. But this shaggy oaf of a beast, twice the size, seemed less threatening.

"It's all right. He's big, maybe too big for you. He's friendly, though. Here," Suzy said, and pulled Hiroe over to sit with her against the wolverine's chest. Hiroe was small, under five feet tall, and Suzy wasn't much bigger. There was room for both of them between the brute's forepaws.

There were blotches of white fur like splattered paint on his neck and chest, almost a half-collar of white, and much lower down a streak of white down the center of his belly. Hiroe looked away hurriedly from what that streak might lead to, and Suzy giggled.

"Let's make the big guy jealous," she said, and kissed Hiroe.

Hiroe leaned into it, running her fingernails over Suzy's fur as the skunkette's claws scraped her back. In all her time in the swamp she'd not kissed anyone, because getting close to anyone at all was a good way to end up digested. Watching the two's foreplay hadn't helped matters. She was horny as hell and didn't mind Suzy's sharp fangs or muzzle one bit. Suzy pulled back a fraction - surely not shy? No, she was just moving away from Labrus so they would have more room.

Hiroe followed, leaning forward, her ass brushing the wolverine's chest as she kissed Suzy again. Suzy's claws ran up her back, painful-pleasurable, her narrow tongue reaching into Hiroe's mouth. Labrus' shaggy chest rubbed her butt again, but she wasn't moving. Then a brush of fur on either side of her rump. More fur, atop her ass now.

Hiroe realized what she'd done. She was on all fours, facing away from an aroused wolverine who was certain to take it as an invitation, and the man-tiger had torn away enough of her clothes that there was nothing between the two of them.

A shadow fell over her as Labrus moved to straddle her. Her eyes went wide as something hot and dripping and thick and hard brushed her thigh. She opened her mouth to say something to Suzy, whose hands gripped Hiroe's shoulders as they kissed. She saw the twinkle in Suzy's eye as the skunkette opened her mouth very, very wide and took in Hiroe's entire head.

Hiroe screamed as the skunkette's mouth closed. Suzy's jaws were hinged incredibly far back, well behind her ears, and her suddenly snakelike maw wrapped around Hiroe's skull like a great, soft hand. There was an out-of-focus glimpse of Suzy's teeth - her jaws were much wider at the back and the teeth got bigger back there, molars or some such - before things went dim and pink. Light was still getting in at the corners of the skunkette's mouth and she had to let go of Hiroe's shoulders as her muzzle shut. Hiroe knew that Suzy was reaching for her upper arms, and if she got a grip then there was no way this was going to end other than with Hiroe curled up inside a gorged skunkette. She had seen it happen too many times to doubt that. So the second both of Suzy's hands let go of her Hiroe threw herself backward.

She had forgotten one thing: Suzy wasn't alone. Hiroe pulled partway out of Suzy's jaws - there were none of the inward-hooking pointed teeth some preds had -- and though the skunkette followed along almost as fast, she'd have pulled away clean. But a painful obstruction was between her and escape. Hiroe lunged backward only to impale herself on altogether too much wolverine cock.

She heard the wet squelch it made going in; her ears had popped out of the corners of Suzy's jaws. She certainly felt it. The thick black thing she'd seen on his belly had been exactly what she'd thought. Her own arousal had wetted her for the beast and a a shaft as thick as her ankle plunged into her sex.

For an instant Hiroe was paralyzed by the ponderous intrusion, and in that instant two bad things happened. Suzy grabbed both of her wrists, and Labrus hooked a forepaw beneath her belly and arched up, thrusting enthusiastically. The big wolverine must think her not only willing but eager, and his efforts to squeeze as much cock as possible into Hiroe drove an agonized squeak out of her.

She was barely a tenth the beast's weight, and when he thrust, she moved. His paw helped keep her in place, but still she was pushed forward, and Suzy was waiting. The skunkette pushed Hiroe's hands back toward her knees, Hiroe toppled forward, and Suzy swallowed her head with one gulp.

Hiroe screamed - muffledly - and struggled with all her might, but in her heart she already knew it was hopeless. Suzy alone had her dead to rights, the bigger, stronger skunkette already working her jaws over her shoulders. With her arms forced back against her sides Hiroe couldn't offer much resistance except to kick. She might still have had a chance at escape, except for the enormous wolverine crouched over over her. His paw held her ass to his belly as he rutted, and every slam of his hips forced her a bit more into Suzy's waiting gullet.

A tiny part of Hiroe enjoyed it. With a bit more sweet-talking she might have mated with the big weasel voluntarily, and though his cock was huge, it did not stretch her past her limits. Eight or nine thrusts in and she'd begun to get used to it; it helped that he soon worked out how far he could push in before hitting an obstruction. Were it not for that she might have suffered serious injury. All in all, it could have been fun.

The thick black shaft was not all there was to the affair, unfortunately. The fraction of Hiroe that might have enjoyed it was overwhelmed by the greater part of her that watched in horror as Suzy swallowed her whole. The skunkette's lips were to her elbows, and a great bulge moved through black neckfur as Hiroe's shoulders and upper body slid in. Slippery throatskin, well-lubricated by saliva, slipped easily over Hiroe as the hungry skunkette ate her alive. With her wrists held, her ass held in the air by the randy wolverine's paw, her knees pinned to the grass by his weight and that huge shaft driving into her, there was not a single thing she could do to resist. Suzy just had to gape her jaws and inch forward to accept what the wolverine's thrusts offered her.

The skunkette's swollen body strained and creaked around her, muscles and bones and organs stretching and shifting. Hiroe was only a little smaller than Suzy and would have thought such a meal impossible before coming to the swamp, but she'd seen even more improbable things. She'd known from the second the skunk's mouth flew open that Suzy was perfectly capable of swallowing her whole.

She should have known better! Trust no one, damn it! Hiroe twitched, wiggling desperately,

but her hips were in the skunkette's jaws. Suzy's hands had been gripping her thighs, pulling herself forward to swallow as Labrus humped, but she let go now and reached up between Hiroe's legs. Quite a bit of cock wouldn't fit in Hiroe and there was enough outside for Suzy to grab. One hand pumped up and down the shaft while the other reached past to rub the massive weasel's balls.

It was either a prearranged signal or Labrus was ready to go off already, because as soon as Suzy got a grip the beast began to thrust faster and faster. Hiroe whimpered in the skunkette's guts as the wolverine thrust, shivered, snarled hoarsely and ejaculated. A flood of wolverine semen that presumably would have ended up in Suzy if she hadn't happened by instead spurted into her, filling what few recesses weren't crammed full of cock. Labrus fitted her like a cork, and unable to escape the hot goo flooded inward, filling recesses Hiroe hadn't realized she had. In other circumstances Hiroe would have wondered if it were possible for a really enthusiastic wolverine to knock up a human girl.

In these circumstances that would not be an issue. As the satiated wolverine pulled out, Suzy stuffed Hiroe's rump into her maw. Hiroe's gaping sex landed on the skunkette's tongue, which reached up to taste the spooge spilling out. Hiroe felt it dripping from Suzy's lower jaw onto her own thighs, sticking her legs together as the skunkette gathered herself for the next gulp.

Perhaps she'd been doomed from the instant she'd fallen into the clearing. She should have crept away as Labrus was coughing up his lover and partner-in-crime. Suzy got her jaws around Hiroe's rump and swallowed, and all that was left of the girl was her calves, twitching helplessly on the grass. Hiroe, face already in the skunk's stomach, gasped and cried. She didn't want to die this way, but as Suzy gulped more and more of her, it looked as though she would.

Bit by bit more of her arrived in the stomach, pushed in by the skunk's strong throat muscles and the hands pushing from the outside. Suzy's belly stretched to accommodate her, swelling huge. Hiroe was accustomed to the idea of grotesquely swollen bellies but had never been in one, and as Suzy prepared to gulp down her feet the girl pushed against the thinly stretched walls. There couldn't be much more than an inch between her and the outside air, with fur atop that, and though it was hard to get leverage against the slippery walls Hiroe pushed with all her might. Unfortunately, but not unexpectedly, the elasticity of Suzy's stomach walls had limits. Hiroe could deform them to some extent, probably making the face- and hand-impressions she'd seen on others before, but that thin layer of muscle was too tough to damage.

The stomach around her shifted as Suzy rose to hands and knees, lifting her muzzle. With a powerful gulp she swallowed Hiroe's feet, and the girl felt a last painful scrape of fangs across her toes as the skunkette finished her meal. Her saliva-slick legs slid in to join her, and she found herself naturally forced into the fetal position. It was difficult to move, hard to get any traction against the slick mucus-covered walls, but she elbowed and butted as best she could. A certain amount of air had gone down with her, trapped in the folds of her torn clothing, and Hiroe gasped it in as she struggled. She could feel the skunkette's ribs, hips, and even her spine, along with a rubbery volume that must be organs that'd moved upward and downward to make room for her. Even as the acidic mucus began to sting her skin she struggled. Maybe she could make Suzy uncomfortable enough to vomit her forth before she ran out of air. She'd survived for so long in the swamp. She didn't want her life to end as a simple, easily forgotten meal for some skunk, as a ball of clothing coughed up after the rest of her was digested.

Then something gripped down on her hard. What felt like a great set of pliers clamped around Suzy's swollen gut from above. Suzy let out a long burp and Hiroe was squeezed into a a helpless ball. The heartbeat that ran through the flesh around her speeded up, excited. For a moment Hiroe thought Suzy was gripping her own belly and enjoying the struggle inside her - predators did that, especially aroused ones like the skunkette. Suzy had been ready and waiting for the big wolverine to mount her when Hiroe showed up, after all.

Then the powerful grip on Suzy's belly lurched downward, and a lighter pressure pushed down on Hiroe from above. As the 'pliers' gripped and lifted the two of them, Hiroe realized what was happening. Just as Suzy had emerged from Labrus' guts, so the wolverine was about to swallow her down again.

Hiroe whimpered. She might perhaps make Suzy uncomfortable enough to be retched up, but if this continued she'd emerge into the wolverine's stomach instead! She wiggled with all her might, using her elbows, butting with her head and pushing against Suzy's stomach with her feet and knees. She heard the skunkette burp again and groan - or giggle? Hopefully not - but it didn't stop Labrus. He tossed his head, bolting his double meal deeper, and the vice-like pressure moving down over Hiroe was gradually replaced by a rubbery grip that had to be his throat.

Hiroe kicked hard and was rewarded by a groan from the skunkette, but it was too late. The vice-grip was completely past her now and must be wrapped around Suzy's legs. One gulp and they'd be sliding downward, and yet there was a pause. Suzy began to squeak and churr, twitching around her, and Hiroe guessed what was happening. From the skunk's posture she could tell that Suzy's legs were still spread, which meant Suzy's ass was in Labrus' mouth, pussy downward. From Suzy's antics, Hiroe guessed that the wolverine's tongue was doing his lover a favor.

It didn't take long. Already supremely excited, Suzy let out a shriek of pleasure after only a few seconds. She shuddered around Hiroe, and was still moaning when the soft grip around the two tensed and pulsed. Labrus swallowed them down with one massive gulp, earning his name as the round-bellied skunkette slid easily down into his stomach. Legs and fluffy, twitching tail drained into his jaws and were gone; in her mind's eye Hiroe imagined him with black and white hairs stuck between his teeth and a drooping, shaggy middle.

In Suzy's belly, Hiroe didn't stop struggling. The skunkette's belly juices had begun to burn her, especially her eyes and stretched-out sex. The girl had no doubt that given time they would dissolve her, bones and all. Still she struggled; the wolverine's belly was safe for Suzy, perhaps it'd be safe for her too if she got the skunkette to retch her out. Gasping the last of her air, she struggled.

Then from outside there was a gurgle. Waves of muscular action began to knead at the fat-bellied skunkette and the woman inside her. The gurgling, churning sounds became somehow more liquid, and Suzy began to twitch around her once more.

In the midst of her desperate struggle Hiroe froze, eyes wide. Suzy had said she rode in the wolverine's stomach safely, but that was obviously not always true. There was only one explanation for the sounds.

Labrus' stomach acids had begun to flow. He was digesting Suzy. The skunkette went limp around her, asleep or dead, and in the darkness of the belly Hiroe could not think what to do. She didn't want to die, to become a meal for someone. And yet, apparently that was going to happen. She just wasn't becoming a meal for the person she thought she was.

Suzy's heartbeat had stopped, but the wolverine's thumped through her now. Down inside two layers of stomach, in the gurgling darkness, Hiroe struggled hopelessly.

*****

Labrus belched contentedly. Either of the small females would have made a satisfying meal. Together they amounted to perhaps a quarter of his unfed weight and distended his belly pleasantly. He wouldn't need to eat for several days.

The little human female had appeared at the perfect moment. Hunger had just begun to gnaw, and sensing this his skunkish lover had patted the walls of his belly until he coughed her back up. A mating or two and he would have swallowed her again, this time letting his stomach do its work.

Instead the woman had made a fine meal for Suzy and had presented herself to him! Labrus, while not prone to rape, was as aggressive as any weaselly male when aroused and took the lack of protest as an invitation to proceed. He conveniently forgot that Hiroe was in the process of being swallowed and was in no position to object. She had been pleasantly tight indeed.

It didn't occur to him to feel sorry for her. Those two were hardly the only ones to end up in his belly, after all, and even he could fall victim to a powerful enough predator. There was the strange black and white, six legged weaseless who had somehow weakened him as he mated with her, then turned with jaws agape; there might have been others he didn't care to remember.

Yet here he was still, just as Suzy lay in his belly once more. He had fertilized the swamp with her digested remains several times now, and each time she'd eventually shown up again, happy as ever to see him.

It did not always happen. Sometimes people were eaten in the swamp and never reappeared. The mechanics of the magic here were a mystery. Suzy did not trust the magic at all: she had explained her means of remaking herself to him once, but he rarely made an effort to grasp what the humanoids said. If he really paid attention, he could make out more than a series of noises interspersed with names. He was better at understanding body language - deciding between 'This female is more or less willing' and 'This is too much noise and trouble, I will just eat her instead' based on the female's behavior, for example. Males were easier to categorize: 'How shall I catch it' and 'Will it fit down my throat' were the main decisions to be made.

He dozed as his stomach juices consumed the two. Suzyhe was fond of and hoped to see again; Hiroe was already largely forgotten, just some anonymous human woman who happened to go down his gullet full of his seed. If her end was to be merely food, then that was that.

Labrus burped, rolled onto his side and slept.