Lunch Break
Lunch Break
By: Jizzal
For: Ryke
Ryke is © himself
"I think I'm gonna go get something to drink Skunky," Ryke muttered with a quiet sigh.
The skunk in question perked up at this, though he gave a gentle nod and started to un-cling himself from the foxcoon's form, breaking off their cuddling.
"Ok, you know where the kitchen is right? Feel free to help yourself," the mephit smiled and merely sat on the couch, fixing his shirt before his friend gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thankies, be back soon," Ryke smiled and eased himself off the couch, stretching laaazily before he grumbled and rubbed the back of his neck, making his way off to the kitchen.
The foxcoon gave his tail a slight wag while he stuffed his paws into his pockets and gingerly went on his way. Even though his plans to go out and spend time with his friend were foiled due to unfortunate weather, he was trying to stay in good spirits. After all the skunk lived in a large house with several questionable, although interesting room mates. It was only Ryke's second time being in this mansion, though he only got to properly meet a rather large kangaroo, the memory alone made him blush faintly. Once he stepped into the kitchen an odd sound filled his ears however, he got to meet another one of the skunk's roomies.
It was a horse, a big horse as a matter of fact. Ryke tried to estimate just how tall the great beast was, not as big as that roo he met, but he was easily over eight, maybe even nine feet tall while the hybrid on the other hand was only six foot four by comparison. He felt small. His pants felt small too. That large form was covered in brown fur from head to toe, save for that flicking collection of hairs that served for a tail and the equine mane he sported that brushed over the big fellow's eyes were a sort of silvery color. Those eyes were closed however, and the hoss didn't seem to notice the smaller male gawking at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which let Ryke view over that impressive chest and those well-defined arms, a fairly buff brute, though his stomach looked like a large, brown marshmallow as it was groped by a massive hand.
The heavy glucking sound that filled the kitchen was coming from the horse as well, since he was chugging down an entire one-gallon milk carton as if it was nothing. The foxcoon's eyes fell upon that stomach once more, causing him to blush and grin goofily before he looked further down the thirsty hoss' body, spotting the hefty bulge in the crotch first. Those poor jeans looked like they were ready to burst open at any moment with that monster sleeping underneath them. Ryke peeked around to get a good view at that backside too which made him murr quietly, he was tempted to get closer, but he shied away from doing so. Maybe it was due to the fact that the large guy was also glistening with sweat, as if he had been doing some rather strenuous work for the past few hours, but it gave him a very strong and masculine scent that demanded respect, as well as admiration. The horse was getting all that and more.
Once the milk was gone, the equine sighed and licked over his large lips and opened his eyes that gave a faint luster, the same color as his hair. He gave out a thick, hearty belch and slapped his belly proudly before his attention was brought to the fox-like creature standing there staring at him. The awe struck fellow was mostly vulpine as far as the horse could tell, save for that gray tail with black stripes.
"Hey there, like what you see?" The horse spoke with a deep, powerful voice.
Ryke was taken from his daze and perked his ears, blinking while his cheeks filled with blush and his ears splayed. He ran a paw through his brown head fur with a nervous squeak. How embarrassing, he was caught staring!
"I, uh, oh, well...yes," he offered timidly.
"Oh good, because I know I like what I see. What's your name kid? Don't think I've seen you here before, are you new?" The horse asked and took a step forward; his heavy feet caused loud footfalls.
The foxcoon's blush deepened. "Y-You do?" He looked up hopefully while the strong, chubby, musky equine flicked his tail and gave a nod. "I...oh, my name is Ryke, S-Sir. I don't live here though, just hanging out with the skunky..."
That sir comment made the horse grin even more, but he offered a large hand to the still awe struck hybrid. "Sir works well, though my name is Wiese."
Ryke took the large hand with his much smaller paw and shook it as best he could. "It's nice to m-meet you Sir Wiese," he smiled up to the friendly hoss while the big guy just kept on smiling.
"Nice to meet you too, though unfortunately I should get back to work...that's a shame too," Wiese noted while he took back his hand and crossed his arms.
Ryke couldn't help but look disappointed as he heard this as well. "Aww..."
"Yeah it is...though, my lunch break is coming up soon, then we could..." The horse stopped and grumbled. "Never mind..."
This perked the hybrid's curiosity. "Never mind? Then we could what?" His mind played with all the possibilities rather quickly.
"Well," Wiese started, tapping the goatee on his chin, "You and I could have some fun, but it would have to be short."
"Short? Why's that?" Ryke bit his lower lip. The word fun was very vague, but he had a feeling of what that might mean coming from that burly stud.
"My lunch break doesn't last that long unfortunately, that's why. Though...if my boss were, pre-occupied, I could take the rest of the day off and spend it getting to know you." Wiese's grin turned a little more mischievous as he said that.
"Your boss?" Ryke paused and tilted his head. It took him a while to remember just who was supposed to be running the scenes in this large house, but it suddenly hit him. "Skunky?"
The equine nodded and squatted down to the foxcoon's level and slid a hand up into Ryke's shirt slowly to tease his stomach. "Yep, him. If he gets...oh I don't know, disposed of for the day, then I'd be free to fool around with you. I mean, get to know you." He winked.
Maybe it was the musk floating around his head, or maybe it was the fact he hadn't eaten yet, though whatever it was the foxcoon became determined. He even already had an idea in his head while that hand felt over his tender stomach, making him murr and blush deeper as the big guy touched him so gently.
"I-I think I can help with that..." Ryke cooed sweetly and wiggled his nose as he leaned in and pressed it to the horse's chest. One of his paws absent-mindedly groped over that fat stomach, causing it to gurgle nicely.
"I knew I could count on you," Wiese murred deeply and gave the foxcoon a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Though I'll be back soon, cute stuff," he said quietly and raised himself back up to tower over Ryke.
The foxcoon gave an obedient nod while the horse turned and left, heading the opposite direction and to the backyard. Ryke stood there for a moment, his pants were tenting, his shirt was ruffled, and he felt lighter than air. His ears perked as he remembered the skunk waiting for him on the couch, but a sly grin spread his muzzle and his striped tail gave a happy wag. He didn't bother getting a drink; he was on a mission now.
"Oooh Skunky~" Ryke called out in a singsong voice as he made his way into the living room and peeked over the couch.
The skunk perked his ears and looked up from the television with a smile and a giggle. "There you are, was worried you might have gotten lost, find everything ok?"
Ryke nodded and jumped over the couch to promptly begin cuddling the mephit up against his chest and on his lap. "Yep, though I did happen to bump into one of your employees slash roommates," he added in cheerfully.
"You did?" The skunk giggled and nuzzled up at the foxcoon, "Who was it?"
"A horsey named Wiese, oh, and I think you might be out of milk now," Ryke snickered and dragged his tongue over the skunk's head, matting down that white stripe of head fur with a happy murr.
"Mmm...that's ok, not surprising if that guy would down all the milk again. I can go and get some now though; it'd be better than sitting around here doing nothing. I'm getting a little groggy though too," the skunk said with a murr as he was licked again.
This was going to make things even easier. Not only was the foxcoon going to cure his skunk friend of his crushing boredom, he was going to help the horse he just met get a break and relax after a hard day's work. Everyone wins. Now Ryke just had to get his friend's clothes free, which was never a great ordeal, he knew how to play the skunk just right.
"I think we can wait on the milk, you and I are gonna have some fun," the foxcoon churred and licked at the skunk's head again while his paws drifted south.
Jizzal gasped quietly and his blush grew under his dark fur. "H-Hey, hehe, that tickles...what did you have in mind?" He asked while kissing at his friend, unaware of his true intentions.
"Well, first let's get you out of these pesky clothes, then I'm getting me some lunch. How does that sound?" Ryke asked sweetly and gripped a paw on the mephit's groin, causing a gasp and a slight squirm.
"Th-That sounds nice...what did you wanna have?" The skunk asked with a shudder, quite sensitive to the tender touches on his groin. Rather than an answer, the hybrid merely kissed him firmly on the lips.
Ryke's tail wagged happily as his claws started to rake through the skunk's clothing, tearing it away rather quickly while their lips stayed meshed together and their tongues began to tentatively wrestle with each other inside of the smaller muzzle. With a possessive growl, the foxcoon tossed aside the remains of the mephit's shirt and eagerly started to work on those pants. Since they were jeans, he figured it would have been better if he tugged them down rather than trying to claw through them. His little friend moaned passionately as his cheeks were bulged with the large tongue and his hips were made bare.
With his playmate nude, Ryke slowly drew away from the kiss, panting heavily while he lapped over his lips and started to slip off his shirt. His ears perked as the rather helpful mephit started to help get rid of those pesky trousers. It didn't take long before both males were completely nude, aroused, and the foxcoon was laying on top of the smaller skunk, grinning nice and wide as he started to put his plan into action. It started with another kiss, and continued with a firm hump.
"Hope you're ready skunk," Ryke teased with a grin as he kissed at Jizzal's sweet lips once more.
The skunk merely nodded and placed his paws on the foxcoon's chest, rubbing into the warm fur tenderly as he felt a pair of paws stroke down his sides, keeping him steady as the hybrid brought his swollen cock to the mephit's rear end. They rested there for a short while, with the foxcoon wiggling the head of his dick against the musky backside that belonged to his friend and host. He dragged his tongue against the black muzzle as he continued to grind and tease against that warm, puckered anus, coating it in pre cum all the while. Ryke heard a needy whimper leave his pinned friend, and with a sly grin the hybrid administered another firm kiss against those lips, nibbling at them gently before he shoved his hips forward.
A weak whine was all that could be heard from the living room, but it was soon silenced by a series of wet squishes. Ryke arched his back slightly before he aimed his hips just right and started to pump firmly at the skunk's ass, spreading it nice and wide with his thick, moist dick as he did so. His raccoon tail wagged furiously and his muzzle gently nommed against the lips he was kissing as he effectively muzzled his skunk friend. He kept his eyes closed as he jammed his throbbing length further into those tight, and soon rather wet bowels. More of his pre cum oozed free, making the process easier as he held back on his true intentions for just a moment later; he was enjoying this far too much. And from the poking he felt in his stomach, Jizzal liked it too.
Ryke clenched his paws tightly on the mephit's shoulders, pinning him more firmly into the couch as he pulled his mouth back, leaving their mouths connected with thick strands of saliva.
"F-Fuck skunk," the foxcoon groaned and shuddered heavily. "So tight..." he managed to comment, it wasn't a complaint of course though.
His ears swirled those pleasured sounds filled them and his dick filled that flexing interior rapidly. Each time he pulled back it only coaxed him to plunge his length deeper into Jizzal's tail hole. Ryke's stomach gave an annoyed growl, and his balls started to tingle with delight as he rammed harder and faster, growing with intensity in lust. As he did so his nose twitched and the scent of his aroused, usually musky friend only fueled his desires deeper and deeper. He wanted this now more than anything else. His toes clenched and the base of his cock started to bulge, forming his knot as he started to slide it along the stretched flesh that was wrapped around his member so wonderfully.
Ryke grit his teeth and gripped more firmly on his friend and playmate, feeling a familiar sensation surging through his body the harder he fucked the moaning mephit. His ears splayed, his scrotum slowly raised, and he gave the final thrust before he clamped his jaws down on the skunk's neck, forcing his knot into that stretched, pre cum filled tail hole as he did so. Jizzal gasped and his body spasmed as he was bitten, and promptly afterwards pumped with copious amounts of foxcoon spooge. The heavy torrent of white flooded into the skunk's bowels, causing his body to go limp, save for that erection of his while Ryke moaned happily and nibbled on that tender neck, grinding the base of his dick against the stretched ring of flesh slowly.
The intensity of the moment slowly passed, but the foxcoon didn't bother trying to pull out. He kept a rather happy grin around the skunk's throat before he pulled his jaws back, slowly licking at Jizzal's matted fur while they both struggled to catch their breath. Ryke swayed his tail proudly and dragged his tongue along that black muzzle nice and slowly, recovering from his orgasm fairly quickly unlike his monochrome friend. His paws kept a firm hold on the mephit, not quite done with him yet.
"Gooood skunk...though you forgot to feed this foxycoon, and you should give that stud of yours a vacation every once in a while," the hybrid noted with a smug grin, licking more firmly at the skunk who was still rather dazed, but enjoyed the affections.
"Mrpm...what do you mean?" Jizzal managed to mutter, kissing back at the tongue that was gliding over him. Normally he would have put two and two together, but he was seeing some stars after being humped so passionately with little warning.
"This..." was all Ryke said in response, which was accompanied by a hungry, possessive growl. It was time for lunch.
The foxcooon opened his jaws nice and wide, revealing his impressive dental work for only a second before he clamped down around Jizzal's entire head, hardly able to coax a meep from the skunk in his current, still aroused yet groggy state. Ryke grinned around his friend's shoulders and teasingly nibbled his chest while his tongue slipped and slurped over the mephit's face and neck, coating him in even more of his clear slobber while he gave a deep growl from within his stomach. That striped raccoon tail started to wag again as he began to swallow, knowing this would be a sure fire way to 'dispose' of the skunk for a while, and at the same time save him efforts on finding something to eat.
Ryke's paws gripped down Jizzal's sides, effectively pinning his arms as he did so while his throat and chest started to bulge. He could faintly hear whimpers and moans from his helpless prey that was barely putting up much of a struggle. His throat stretched and his jaws inched over the skunk's chest, having no problem with the mostly sedated meal. The foxcoon groaned out happily as the musky, yet delicious tastes hit along his various buds and made his mouth water all the more. His skilled maw squished its way down the stomach, pinning the arms in his throat while those paws were resting on the inside of his bulged cheeks. Unable to go any further, Ryke finally pulled his still somewhat hard cock from that wet, sticky tail hole. He grinned as he heard a messy release of gas escape while he did so.
With the skunk off his member, he was free to eat to his heart's content. However he soon came to his next obstacle, that throbbing, wet erection that was mostly neglected during the bout of lovemaking. Ryke murred quietly and gave a few nibbles on the black length that was soon resting on his tongue and the musky sac was on his lips. He paused his swallows, feeling the head of the still slightly squirming skunk only another gulp away from entering his stomach, and decided he could enjoy some 'cream' and let his friend release before he was to be locked away in that ravenous stomach. The foxcoon suckled firmly and played his tongue over the mephit's penis, making him whine out louder underneath the fur and flesh, barely heard as his helpless form tried to squirm further, unable to conceal himself as the initial pleasure that came with being devoured alive was added a deep throated blow job.
Ryke's efforts continued as Jizzal tried to grind against his tongue, but the foxcoon only settled onto his rear and tilted back his head, he was willing to wait a little while longer as he kept a paw on that used backside and the other on his still empty stomach. Once he tasted that hot, salty, musky cream a deep rumble of content left the hybrid as he started to swallow again, meshing the semen into his friend's fur for an extra flavors. The skunk went mostly limp after his orgasm, hardly offering up any struggles, though his spent penis twitched and oozed a few more drops of his wonderful seed. Ryke's throat however began to work over those black furred hips slowly as the foxcoon resumed a more relaxed posture, grinning softly as he watched more of the skunk vanish before him only to fill his gut.
It only took a few swallows for the slippery esophagus to make short work of Jizzal's legs. Ryke gave his stomach a happy pat or two, feeling the large lump starting to swell in his mid section as his gullet rippled and squeezed down the skunk's feet, able to feel those toes wiggle all the way down his throat. Poking from his lips was nothing more than a fluffy length tail, but after his tongue slathered over it greedily and gulped it down. A very happy sigh left his maw once it was empty again, still able to taste his rather large lunch on it though. Ryke slurped over his lips and over his teeth, grinning still as the last bit of the skunk was entombed within his stomach that stretched out over his lap to accommodate for it. What silence there was as the foxcoon stroked his gut with one paw was broken by a sudden burp, which made the satisfied hybrid sigh happily.
"Ahhh..." Ryke sighed again, rubbing the idly squirming lump underneath his fur as he breathed in and out slowly. He grunted and felt another collection of gas gathering in his system, but rather than being expelled from his maw it erupted from under the foxcoon's tail. "Heh, excuse me," he blushed.
"Mrrpm..." Jizzal tried to speak, but he was still rather drained from the 'fun' he just had.
"Shush skunky," Ryke licked his lips and poked his stomach gently, but his belly did just that and quieted down. "Mmm, now then, where's that horsey of yours? Heh, I think he'll be glad now that he has the day off," the foxcoon smirked, but there was a little groan from the devoured skunk as the stomach started to gurgle, working on the food it was finally given.
Ryke hefted himself off the couch, holding his belly with both paws as it started to churn and gurgle loudly. His stomach sloshed and gave the occasional groan as it began to digest the skunk, though the added weight made the foxcoon slightly off balanced and he barely had the energy to make his way through the living room. He couldn't smell the big hoss he was looking for, so he figured it would be best to wait in the kitchen for him to return. Slowly, the foxcoon eased himself down at the kitchen table, facing away from it though so his tummy wouldn't get smooshed. The noises it kept on making kept a relaxed smile on his muzzle, thankful the skunk was tasty and filling...though it also made him feel tired. Ryke dozed off with a peaceful smile; still managing to rub his gut every so often as it started to gradually shrink as his meal inside was broken down further.
After a considerable wait, the sound of a door opening awoke the sleeping foxcoon. Ryke smacked his lips and stretched out slowly, yawning in slight annoyance, but he had gotten himself a nice nap. He didn't know how much time he had sat there, naked in his friend's house, though he rubbed over his stomach feeling only rolls of belly fat. It had worked over Jizzal fairly quickly, leaving behind soft, squishy pudge, and made the normally athletic foxcoon look rather chubby, not that he minded of course. Though his attention was soon gotten as he sniffed the air and caught a familiar smell, a rather strong, yet alluring musk. The horse was back.
"Oh, why hello there foxycoon, glad to see you're still here," Wiese noted with a smile as he walked from the kitchen and over to the table. The only thing that had changed about him was that he was glistening even more than before with sweat along his fur.
Ryke blushed and lowered his ears a bit while in the presence of the dominant horse, but he nodded rather than standing up to greet the big guy. "N-Nice to see you too hossy," he giggled quietly.
Wiese smirked at that and swished his tail while his eyes zeroed in on the foxcoon's gut. "I see you got yourself some lunch, I haven't yet though, spent my break working a bit more. But does this mean I have the rest of the day off?"
Ryke gave another nod, feeling rather proud of himself. "Yep! Heh, I gave the skunk a day off too I suppose, he won't mind if you enjoy yourself for the rest of the day," he noted sweetly.
"Enjoy myself eh? I think I'd rather enjoy you instead," the equine whickered and winked down at the smaller male as he towered over him. As luck would have it, his crotch was only a few inches away from the foxcoon's muzzle a he stood with a wide stance and reached down to play over Ryke's head fur. "How about it?"
All the hybrid could manage was a little whimper and a nod, his tail wagging as he felt his sheath start to swell again with his arousal. His paws reached up and groped over the horse's dough-like stomach before he ran them down to Wiese's hips. He stopped and looked up for approval. The horse just nodded and murred deeply, but with that the foxcoon unfastened the button on those jeans and unzipped them as well, giving some breathing room to the musky crotch. However as he did, his tongue lolled out and his body trembled at the scent that hit his nose, sending wonderful tingles down his spine as he pulled down with all his might, succeeding in ridding the stallion of his briefs. He was rewarded with more musk, along with the head of Wiese's fat, horse cock poking out at him from the snug sheath.
"Oh my..." Ryke whispered as he gawked at the growing, black member before him. Those huge, swaying nuts caught his attention as well. He knew this big horse was...well, big, but he didn't expect him to be flat out -massive-.
A little whine left the foxcoon as he leaned in closer and ran his tongue along the head of the stud's length, getting a nice taste of the succulent flesh as his paws gripped onto those muscular thighs. He closed his eyes and probed his tongue along the large, flexing cum slit as he took in more of that powerful aroma that wafted from Wiese's loins. He could hear groans coming from the big guy; they made him smile a bit more as he increased his efforts. His trance was so great that he barely noticed the male he was pleasuring was getting more comfortable, ridding himself of those boots and kicking away his pants completely.
Ryke's paws ran down to play along the dangling sac, unable to fully grope both nuts firmly with his entire paw as he slipped his muzzle down along the still growing length so he could rub his nose into the moist crotch fur. He inhaled deeply and shuddered, his own cock was twitching and leaking pre cum along the new pudge he had acquired. The horse gave another quiet groan before he shook his head lightly and reached down, stroking along the back of the foxcoon's head fur again before he nudged him away from his groin. Ryke blinked and looked up, his face coated with the warm sweat while the stallion smiled down at him.
"Nice job, though now that I'm ready..." Wiese paused as he lowered himself down, poking the hybrid with the head of his full length as he did so before he scooped him up by his rear and laid his back down on the table.
Ryke squeaked and gave a little squirm as his paws slid up to press the horse's chest while it started to loom over him. His butt was resting on the table, fully displayed while his legs were spread apart. He looked up at Wiese who brought his large head closer to the foxcoon while Ryke felt something fat and wet poking at his tail hole. His eyes widened and his paws gave a little squeeze to the powerful being over him as he tried to brace himself for impact. He couldn't stop his body from trembling in anticipation though. The only warning he got was a thick collection of pre cum against his anus and a lustful moan in his ears.
The foxcoon yelped loudly and grit his teeth as the broad head of that monster of a penis was forced into his tight bowels. He felt himself stretch further and further as inch by inch of that large length probed deeper into him. Ryke reared his head back against the table, whimpering softly, though he was soon silenced by a pair of large, slobbery horse lips as he was held in a firm kiss. He moaned weakly into Wiese's mouth as his rear was fed more and more of the throbbing shaft. His body rumbled and his stomach squished as the horse pressed down on him for a moment. Much to his surprise, the horse scooped the foxcoon up from the table and turned himself around, not letting go of Ryke as he did so.
Wiese used gravity to help the hybrid down onto his penis, as his arms wrapped around the smaller male and gave him a firm squeeze. Rather disoriented from all the sudden movement, Ryke squirmed weakly and tried to pull back from the slimy, passionate kiss. It was broken free once the foxcoon felt a wall against his back and those arms slide down his form and held him by the hips again. After Wiese grunted again and forced his hips upward, Ryke groaned weakly and lightly pawed at that muscular chest before him.
"There we go, phew..." the horse panted, hitting the foxcoon's face with his hot breath as he had successfully penetrated him fully.
All Ryke managed was another groan as his stretched pucker was resting against the rim of Wiese's sheath and his tail was wagging slowly against those large nuts. He barely got a moment to rest however as the hoss reared his hips back, taking with him almost half of his penis before he shoved it back in. Ryke yelped out and gripped onto the stallion's arms for dear life, whimpering and groaning in intense pleasure as the burly male started to roughly fuck him against the wall.
With the horse bucking into his ass harder and harder, the foxcoon's vision nearly blurred. The musk was still surrounding him, though he was struggling to keep himself from being completely overwhelmed by the hunky, horny hoss. Ryke cried out as the onslaught continued and his helpless tail hole was ravaged over and over again. His back and his hips thumped against the wall each time Wiese plowed forward, feeling as if he was reaching deeper into the moist passage that clenched and squeezed over the throbbing invader.
The pressure continued to build in Ryke's bowels while the horse plunged himself against the foxcoon's prostrate rapidly. His penis was still soaking his belly fur and his lap in more of his clear pre cum, though he was about ready to blow his load without being touched. The lustful grunts filled his ears from the big stud giving him such deep and passionate lovings. His body quivered and he was finally unable to hold off any longer as the thrusts got harder and his balls tingled as his grip slipped and his eyes shot open. Ryke climaxed thickly against his stomach, splattering some of his cum against the horse that hadn't let up even for a second in the process of doing so.
A little whine left the foxcoon as he slumped his head against the wall as his hips were still being pounded against it. He felt completely drained and full at the same time, and that was before Wiese gave the last hump and groaned gruffly, cumming deep into the stretched rear. Ryke shuddered again and his head slumped forward, still struggling to catch his breath while his bowels were flooded with the constant flow of thick horse spooge. He felt his stomach slowly expand with the sheer volume that Wiese had injected him with, and some of it still oozed out his anus and back onto those swaying balls and down the hoss' thighs. Once the torrent ended, he coughed, almost able to taste the horse's cum in his mouth while he groaned out and looked up to the panting stallion.
"Whew, hope I wasn't -too- rough with ya," Wiese said with a chuckle and kissed the foxcoon on the bridge of his muzzle gently.
Ryke shook his head slowly, but he blushed at the smooch he received, thankful he wasn't broken though during the passionate bout of sex. He felt a large hand rub along his stomach, which caused him to moan softly as his seed was spread around his white furred front, making him nice and goopy.
"Don't think I ever had stuffed foxcoon before..." the horse paused and gave a broad slurp along Ryke's chest and neck, soaking him in his hot, slippery fluids. "Mmm, at least not one filled with skunk...thanks for stuffing yourself for me by the way," he chuckled quietly and gave another slurp.
This got Ryke's attention, though he let out a quiet groan as that hot, wet tongue worked over him. "What does th-that mean?" He asked, his stomach gurgling over the spooge inside while the horse start to stroke over his still plugged rump.
"Well I was looking for a nice, big lunch, and once you strolled by my stomach said it just -had- to have you," Wiese smirked as his mid section growled quietly on cue. "Every last bit of you...but I wanted to make you nice and plump before doing so."
Hearing this, the foxcoon's heart sank and his legs gave weak, little kicks. "H-Hey...hossy, I'm not food," he protested with a nervous chuckle and gulped. "I-If you're hungry you should just eat J ca-...oh," Ryke stopped mid sentence and remembered that the skunk was currently not available to be on the menu. Well, he was so to speak, but only as an addition to a larger meal. Himself.
"Not food? Heh, silly foxycoon, though let's see what my stomach thinks," Wiese grinned, his cock still hard inside of the hybrid's bowels as he started to open his mouth nice and wide.
Ryke squeaked and offered a few helpless squirms and wiggles, but he knew he couldn't break away from the handsome, hungry horse. He was reluctant at first, though once that broad muzzle opened and revealed the hot, slippery maw that was his gateway to really 'getting to know' this sexy brute inside and out. The foxcoon swallowed while the waiting gullet before him looked ready to do the same. His eyes started to close while Wiese worked him into his mouth, bulging his cheeks with his head. Ryke whimpered before he felt that tongue slide over his muzzle and around his neck, coating him in horse slobber. He started to slowly smile as his nose was pressed into the entrance of the throat.
The first swallow caused the maw to firmly squeeze over the hybrid's head and tugged it firmly down, deeper into the waiting passage. Ryke gave a soft moan while his shoulders and chest began to disappear into the hungry Wiese who gave a series of relaxed and elated murrs over his lunch. The foxcoon gently pawed at the muscular chest he was held against before his head started to sink inside of it, making him able to hear the strong heart beat of the 'herbivore' in his ears. His arms were being pinned to his sides the more the ravenous horse ate, occasionally nibbling into Ryke's form to knead his flesh, though he felt Wiese pause once he got to the stomach. The foxcoon gave a sudden shudder however as that fat, flaccid horse dick was pulled from his ass with a lewd, squishy squelch, causing semen to dribble freely down the back of his legs and over his balls.
Groaning inside of the hot and slimy throat, the foxcoon weakly wiggled his head underneath the layers of flesh and muscle that contained him as that familiar tongue slathered over his stomach that had been basted in his own fluids. Ryke squished inside of the tight tunnel of rippling flesh as Wiese started to work his jaws over that fat, cum filled stomach that gurgled lewdly. It took a few extra gulps to work it down, but once it was only a large lump in the horse's chest, all that was left was a pair of legs and a gray tail with black stripes.
Ryke could barely feel the outside world as he inched closer and closer to the stomach waiting for him bellow. The stuffed hybrid grunted once he felt a tight ring of muscle at his nose, though it slowly relaxed and gave way for him to slide past the sphincter and into Wiese's belly. The heat was intense, though somewhat soothed the foxcoon as he felt his toes rubbing along the roof of the hoss' mouth before the last swallow claimed him completely, reducing him into nothing more than a wiggling lunch for the big guy. He felt Wiese start to rub over him as his legs joined him in the slippery stomach and he was forced to curl up, grunting a little as his belly squished against him and he gently nuzzled the stallion from within.
"That hit the spot..." The well-fed horse muttered and stroked over his belly as it still gave the occasional wiggle.
"Mrpm...sexy hossy," Ryke muttered, though he was given a light grope from the outside as the walls rippled and squeezed over him lazily. He moaned softly and closed his eyes, playing the part of a stuffed meal quite nicely.
The foxcoon shifted himself lightly as Wiese moved around, probably putting his pants back up before he started to walk. Ryke swayed with each step the big guy took, but he oofed as it felt like the horse was heading up a set of stairs, though the occasional rub he got helped him relax and settle.
"Heh, good foxycoon...you feel so wonderful in here," the stud spoke, licking his lips as he belched softly and resumed stroking his gut.
Ryke sighed in mild defeat, still enjoying the organic world around him as he was coated in various fluids and treated to some gentle affection from the formerly hungry stallion. Once he felt Wiese sit down, he tried to move around to snuggle into the bulk he was admiring only a short while ago. He received a few more pats and a loving coo.
"Always nice when the boss brings over company. You're gonna be staying here a while, it'd be a shame to let you go that easily," the horse chuckled quietly.
This made the foxcoon blush, but he only responded with a gentle nuzzling as that large hand continued to stroke him from behind layers of fat and fur. As Wiese walked, Ryke swayed a little and he was given pats and squeezes all the while, no doubt being led to the stallion's next destination, whatever that could be. He gave his own belly a few kneads here and there, though it didn't matter anymore that his plans for the day had been ruined. In the end he still got to play with the skunky, and join the friendly, sexy stud for lunch. And now he was going to spend the rest of the day getting to know Wiese, inside and out.