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Snow simply woke up there, with nothing even resembling a hint of what had happened. It wasn't that there was a gap in his memory. To him, it felt as if he'd been plucked from his world and placed wherever he was now. The mist drifting in through the barred windows concealed the details on his first look around the room. He saw a few faded drawings posted to the walls, along with a row of desks and a blackboard. None of the words written there were in a language he could understand. He didn't even recognize it. It was all the kind of nonsense he would have expected out of a nightmare, but the sensation of the cold floor beneath his paws was far too real to be a dream.

First, he needed to look for an exit. Getting out of the school was the most obvious step to figuring out what the hell had happened to him. He tried not to move too quickly. For one, the old, run down place looked as if it might collapse if he stepped in the wrong spot, but it was more than that. He felt eyes around every corner, felt the burning sensation of a gaze on his back no matter which way he turned. As quiet as it was, something told him he wasn't alone, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Leaving that classroom, he eventually found a smudged but usable map posted on the wall of the hallway. He had a good look over it and did his best to memorize it in the haze his misty surroundings were inflicting upon him. It directed him downstairs and down another hall or two, until he eventually came upon what looked like an entranceway. The door was open, and beyond he saw that same thick fog that blanketed even the windowless rooms inside the school. The more he pressed into it, the more it seemed to resist him, until he found himself moving forward without making any progress. A glance back at the door he'd left through told him he'd only taken a few steps, and it didn't change no matter how hard he tried to keep walking. The only option was to turn back.

"Yeah, I tried that. It's no good."

The voice came after such a lengthy silence that it made Snow jump. The cheetah flailed before the fox who seemed just to appear where no one had been standing half a minute ago. Her silhouette took a moment to come fully into view. That mist had him seeing strange colours dancing over her otherwise black and white form. A rub of his eyes sorted that out. She stood patiently waiting for him to calm down then offered him a tentative smile.

"Um. Well, hi. I'm Rosemary. You're trapped too, huh?"

The cheetah nodded slowly. "I guess so. I'm not sure what's going on. Can you help me?"

The vixen shrugged. "Not really. I just woke up here. You too?"

Snow nodded again. "Yeah. Oh, I'm Snow. I guess we should probably stick together. I get the feeling this place could be dangerous."

"Yup. The others should be along shortly. Don't worry too much, though. I'm pretty sure I know a way out. Once everyone's here, I'll explain.'

It didn't take long for two more to show up. Snow recognized the lion Rio, but not the hyena with him. The timid spotty gave them a shy wave.

"Thought I heard someone talking. Hey there. I'm Kamili. This is Rio. I'm like, completely confused, but it looks like that's the way ..."

"Nope." Rosemary quickly waved it off. "You don't want to go that way. It's an illusion. Or something. I don't really know. I have another idea, though."

"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" There was a bit of a rumble in Rio's voice, but it was only out of frustration. "Snow? How did you get wrapped up in this? Was it your idea? I was about to go to sleep, and then ..."

"It's not me. This is Rosemary, by the way. And she's right. I tried to head out that way, and I just ... couldn't."

"This doesn't make any sense." Rio scowled out into the mist, but he took Snow's word for it.

"I'm surprised you haven't heard." The vixen's tone was surprisingly casual for the situation.

"Heard about what?" the lion asked.

"Well, basically. I guess I've only heard rumours, but it's like this. Groups of four people are being taken, and put into a locked location a lot like this one. It's like an escape room kind of thing. Except, then there's something hunting for them ..."

There were plenty of concerned looks and overlapping murmuring from the other captives, but she waved them off.

"Relax, relax. I looked all over. There was no sign of anyone else. Or any_thing_ else, I should say. Whoever put us here, I think they forgot to unleash the beast. So to speak."

No one found that especially funny. Her grin faded, and she gestured back to the door they just came through, towards the hall.

"Anyway. I'm pretty sure there's a key hidden somewhere. We just have to comb through each room, and then we meet back here once we've done a loop of each floor. Simple enough, right?"

Rio gave her a long look. "You know an awful lot about all this. How, exactly?'

"Look, do you want to stand here until they remember to send in something to chase us, or do you want to use our time? Why don't you two head upstairs together since you know each other, and I'll take the 'yena for walkies."

There were plenty of uncertain looks all around, but she remained unshakingly confident in her plan. Snow wondered if it wasn't her first time in a situation like this. There would be time for questions once they all got away. He felt a lot better with Rio at his side. The lion was his friend, and not to mention, bigger and more physically capable than him. If there really was something lurking in the halls, searching for them, he couldn't have asked for much better backup.

He watched the others go as quickly as they arrived. It didn't feel right going back upstairs when the exit was right there, but he'd felt it for himself. That wasn't the way out. When they came upon what looked like it might have been the principal's office or some other central spot, they went in. There was a door there, or more like some sort of hatch or tunnel. The handle didn't budge it, no matter how hard they both pulled. Three skulls were painted over it in smudged white, along with a crude drawing of a figure running through a door. Snow didn't know what to make of it.

As they were considering it, something dinged nearby. It was a small sound like a phone notification, but it still made the cats jump anyway. They turned their attention to the source, and found an abandoned cell, still lit up. There was a video on display, paused. Of course their natural feline curiosity took over. Snow pressed play before they even said a word about it. The sound was up high enough to startle them with the panting coming over the recording.

"I'm making this for the other three to find. If you're stuck in here too, listen very carefully, okay?"

Turning the camera around, the possum on the video revealed the drained, fatigued expression on his face.

"The only way out is to use one of the altars. It'll make a key. I don't know how it works. But whoever does it is going to need help. They'll barely be able to walk afterwards. Like me."

He took a moment to catch his breath, before holding it when he was startled by a sound. Scanning around the room with the phone didn't seem to catch a glimpse of anything, so he leaned close to whisper.

"I don't know if I'll be able to hide forever. Listen very closely. Whatever you do, do not trust - glllk "

The phone clattered to the floor, revealing a good look at the same office they were standing in - along with the sight of the girly possum's legs kicking as he struggled with something all wrapped around his neck and chest alike. It was wet to the point they could hear it schlurping over the crackling recording. After the poss got dragged out of sight, flailing away, they only had the sounds go by to guess what was happening to him. His voice was soon muffled, then outright drowned out by the deep, wet glurks crackling through the small speaker.

The smacking, splurching_cacophony was an assault on their ears, but they watched on anyway. Eventually there came the sound of a sigh, maybe even a faint moan, followed by the sound of soft footsteps pacing away, taking with it a fading _drip drip drip. They never got a glimpse of the attacker. It didn't leave them with much to go on. They searched around the room for some sign of the possum, but he didn't leave a trace. Whatever got him, it had carried him off somewhere else.

"We should look for him before we go. He might be okay," Rio said. He didn't look certain.

Snow nodded. "We should. Though, there's something that has me wondering ..."

"What's that?"

"Well. If it's like Rosemary said, then there's four of us in here. But with that possum, that's five ..."

Rio thought about it for a second, then shrugged. "Maybe he was in the group before us. If that's how it works."

"Yeah. Maybe. Let's hope they're doing alright, wherever they are."

Shuffling nervously out of the office together, they continued their search empty handed.

---

"We probably shouldn't touch that. I'm gonna touch it."

Rosemary bounded past Kamili before he could stop her. She turned to watch him with a smile on her face and a swish in her fluffy tail as he just tentatively followed her towards the spooky altar. It was adorned with red candles and some writing that looked very well like it could have been in blood, along with two indents shaped like hands. Rosemary was already moving to lay her palms down in the indicated spot.

"I think if you do this right, it's a way out. Pretty sure! Just, like, catch me if I pass out, okay?"

She smiled at him. He simply offered her a furrowed, tentative look. His voice was very small. Her presence had a way of overwhelming him, of bringing out his shy side even when there was so much else to be worrying about. That she was so much taller than him, and so utterly gorgeous was not helping matters in the slightest.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"No!" Her expression didn't change. "But, I mean. We're all gonna die if we don't get out of here, right? I'm just trying to stay positive or I'll freak right out. You're super cute, but I need you to be the big man for a sec here, alright?"

Kamili's blush couldn't have been hotter. The hyena slowly cooked from within at the compliment. He took position behind her, arms raised, ready to catch the vixen or at least soften her landing if she fell onto him. It wouldn't have been the worst way to go. Her tail bumped against his sides when she refused to stop swinging it - maybe nervously, maybe enticingly. That her short skirt ended up hiking up a little more with each sway made it look intentional.

"I got you."

"Good. I know you do." She turned back to make his heart flutter by winking at him. "Here I go."

She took a deep breath and raised her hands up high, seemingly to make more of a show out of laying them down. When she did, her body tensed. Kamili raised his hands reflexively, but she stayed on her feet. He expected a flash of light, a crack of lighting, or something to manifest out of the dark magic apparently on display, but there was only silence. Rosemary stood there a little longer, then eventually shrugged her shoulders.

"Nothing's happening. Am I doing it wrong? Anyway, thanks for being there. Guess we'll have to look for something else. Unless you want to try ..."

She removed her hands without any resistance and looked over the altar a little longer, then back to him. Gazing up at her, he found himself rubbing the back of his head. A nervous yip eventually escaped him before he could fully suppress it. She just smiled. With a suck of air between his teeth, he stepped up to that altar without a further word, reached up ... then stretched up onto his toes, and hopped a little, feeling absolutely pathetic.

"I, uh ..."

"Oh, no worries, let me help!"

She took him by the hips and simply lifted him off the floor without much apparent effort. He hovered there, seemingly weightless, and considered the altar before him. In her arms, he was pretty sure he could do anything, even weird rituals. He fully expected nothing to happen anyway when he laid his hands down in the grooves, but how wrong he was. Something instantly jolted through his body, sending a signal to every nerve at once. It was neither pleasure nor pain, but sheer sensation that had him vibrating, had him quivering in her tightening grasp. She kept him steady even as the room began to fill with the booming echo of disembodied voices shouting, and the raspy eldritch whispers that were somehow just as loud.

"I think it's working! Just keep going! I have you!" came Rosemary's shouted encouragement over the droning voices.

He cried out, he shook all over, but he didn't lift his hands. He wasn't sure he could, but that wasn't the point. If his shaky bravery could get them to safety, he had to do it. That was the last thing he remembered before he woke up, still in his arms, laid across the lap of the very pretty vixen. She looked like a dream when he blinked the blur out of his vision and gazed up at her. Her expression lit up with delight when she saw he was awake.

"Oh, there you are! You fainted dead away in my arms. I had to carry you here myself."

A glance around answered the inevitable question. Even in the crumbling state, Kamili still recognized a school infirmary.

"Not that it did much good. Nothing useful here other than a comfy place to sit. But the good news is, it worked! Look what came out of it!"

She reached over to a small table beside the bed and raised a shiny skeleton key. It was far newer than anything else in the building.

"I'm pretty sure this will get us out. We just have to figure out where to use it!"

He took a little time to remember where he was and everything else that had led up to that point. His legs were almost numb and his whole body was wracked with unnatural fatigue, like a curse, but it didn't hurt at least. It was all a very good excuse to stay right where he was and let the fox fuss and dote on him, forgetting all about the potential danger in the empty halls. If it hadn't manifested yet, then maybe there was no real danger? It could have all been just to scare them, for the admittedly twisted amusement of some observer. He was just happy to see she was still there.

"You could have left me, and found the way ..." he softly said, murmuring at best.

"I wouldn't do that. How would I live with myself if I knew I left the brave little 'yena behind?"

There came the blushing again. He swore it was visible, glowing right through his cheeks, but it probably wasn't. She reached down to boop him on the nose.

"Just look at that cute face. I could smooch you right now."

He thought about it for a second, and finally took a breath to speak so softly, a whisper was deafening in comparison.

" ... you can if you really want."

The grin that came over her was almost startling. It was easy to forget that such a pretty vixen had fangs. Particularly sharp, gleaming white ones, at that. The sight certainly didn't make him any less attracted to her.

"Oh, is that so? Well. You should be resting to get your energy back. But that doesn't mean I can't help you rest."

She slowly shuffled down beside him, letting him stretch out next to her. A quick peck on the cheek made him giggle excitedly. And also get a boner. That was all it took. Cuddling a little closer to him meant revealing the absolute heft of the bulge beneath her skirt. It seemed relatively modest on the first touch, but the drop from her sheath made it anything but. He was just getting more excited. She rubbed against him a little, grinding really, and he was doing his best to stifle a full cackle for how worked up she was getting him.

When she came in for a full kiss, he moaned outright into her mouth instead. She just giggled and continued on, slipping him her flexible tongue. Such skills she had with that, swiping it all over his mouth, making him drool at her soft, feminine taste. Her breath grew warmer and so did their bodies as she pressed even closer to him. When she laid herself across his left leg, she started outright humping him. That skirt-tenting bulge was only getting bigger. He could hardly believe how hung she was.

"God, I just ... I'll just say it. We might not give another chance." She pulled back from the kiss with a breathy moan and licked her lips at him, staring deeply into his eyes. "I want to fuck you. I know it isn't the time or place, but I've been watching that perky ass since you found me, and nnnf."

She gritted her teeth and suppressed an outright snarl at that. His heart leapt, but in a good way. He tried to speak a couple times, but his brain just went repeatedly blank, as if someone was pressing the reset button on him. Eventually he managed to stammer it out.

"I'd really like that ... we're safe here, right?"

"Of course. I'll make sure of it. I'm going to protect you, okay Kamili? You're just too precious."

Once again, he wasn't even sure how to respond, so he just went with being polite.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, chocolate chips. So cute. But with a butt like that, I know you can handle my size. You've felt it already, but you should really have a look first. I want you to get the full effect, you know?"

"Okay." He managed to regain some of his flirty confidence in time, even if he was in way over his head. Maybe even out of his league. "From just a feel, you seem enormous. I'm honestly trying not to drool."

"You don't know the half of it. Here! You just lay right there. Let me give you a little show."

It was only when she rose that he noticed all her tails. He thought he was seeing double at first - or quadruple, for that matter. Did she always have all of those? Had he somehow missed that fact when he was busy staring at the rest of her body? He didn't see how he could have, but stranger things had happened. His focus was off them soon enough anyway. The vixen was on her feet, slowly lifting up her skirt for the spectacular reveal.

Her cock flopped down once unveiled, partly unsheathed and firming up swiftly. It just kept getting bigger. That fine vixen was swinging around a blunt, thick horsecock. The more it filled out, the more Kamili realized she had a fat knot swelling at the base of it too, to make it even more imposing. He traced his eyes down and found himself stricken once more by his own obliviousness. How had he missed just how big her nuts were? Those sleek, dark orbs were swollen to the point they were resting on her thighs, visibly tensing and flexing inwards with the growing excitement running through.

That kitsunes were known for their illusions was a fact that simply eluded him in the heat of the moment. She was radiating the kind of pheromones that dulled the urge to make sense of things.

"I am just soooo pent up," she said with a pout. "Won't you help me milk it?"

Even the slightest movements on her part produced a considerable slosh of her balls. They were packed taut, pulsing with need, sending a rigid thump all up her length, bulging the veins, the knot, the medial ring. The blunt tip flared out slightly with the force of the precum shooting out of it. It splashed over Kamili's feet where he dangled them over the side of the bed. His eyes were wide, his jaw was slack, his tongue was dripping. It felt as if he could already taste her just from a look. Sniffing the air, he followed his nose until he could lay his hands on that massive thing, getting his fingers all wet on the very first stroke.

Murmuring with awe, he slathered it up to be extra glossy with his rubbing grip gliding up and down her spire. He sniffed her up close and gave a little groan of pleasure, simply taking in the wafting richness of the horny vixen. She smiled at him the whole time. Even without glancing up at her, he could feel that approval radiating down at him. When he went in for a lick, she gave a breathy moan like it was the best thing she'd ever felt. It made him go a bit more gently at first, so as not to overwhelm her, but that didn't last long. He simply had to slather her, and steal away every single drop he could get from that leaking tip. Drinking it down didn't do much to stop her from making a mess. She soon had his whole face coated in the oozing precum that shot out of her desperately engorged horsecock. Her whimpers made him shiver.

"Unnnh, good, good boy! Oh, I need to let this out so bad. You have no idea how long I've been holding it back. Squeeze right down near the bottom, right around my knot, okay?"

He nodded and swiftly got to work, wrapping both hands around the considerable canine bulge amid the more equine features of her shaft. Tentative at first, then more firmly, he milked and kneaded her juicy knot until her moaning filled his ears. It was enchanting, to the point he was standing up on his toes and staring up at her with a dazed smile on his face, just happy to listen to her pleasure. Her cock throbbed almost violently, jumping and twitching in his hands. He watched her balls tighten up closer to her body, loudly churning, and in time he even spotted the bulge of _something_getting squeezed on right in the middle of her huge, smooth sack.

That brief glimpse was his only warning before she pointed her cock at him and sent him to heaven. He wasn't sure how literally. She blew him back and flooded his senses in a haze of white, submerging him in her musk to wash him away in a torrent of fresh, flowing cum. It was a tidal wave that took him off his feet and buried him, until he was briefly flailing, thinking he was drowning. She hosed him down and coated him to the skin in a torrent of pure fox jizz, until his clothes felt so thin on his body they simply slipped right off. He didn't think it worked like that, but he had long since decided not to question a single thing about her.

The initial gush left him splattered, coated, weighed down underneath the absolute excess of the vixen's cumshot. Yet she wasn't even done. Pulling back and rapidly pumping her cock with both hands, she cried out in a tone that was music to Kamili's cum-filled ears. Her balls jumped, sloshed, and loudly groaned as she built up more and more tension. It all peaked in a shaft-bulging blast of splattering seed that hit the ceiling and painted the wall, drenching seemingly every single inch of the room in her potent scent. Only then did she relax, at last.

"Get up, poss boy. You know what to do." Her tone was surprisingly firm, and her words confused him. She knew what a hyena was, didn't she?

There was an explanation for her command, but it certainly raised more questions. Kamili didn't move, but the cum clinging to him and his surroundings certainly did. The slow schlurk grew in intensity as Rosemary's load seemed to crawl along the floor all on its own. It slithered and slopped until much of it had gathered in one spot, where it began to combine upon itself, began to rise up higher and higher until it was a pillar of spunk unlike anything Kamili had ever seen. Even more alarming was the sight of it forming into something more than an indistinct shape - and then into a form he recognized.

The jizzed-out possum took on much of his same girly figure as before, right down to his individual features, but his colour was a total whiteout of freshly churned fox cream. Kamili recognized Obie by his braids, even if they were made out of solid cum now. The girly possum looked himself up and down, but rather than react with horror, confusion, or whatever else might have been natural in such a situation, he broke into a grin. Turning his attention to the hyena incapacitated on the floor, he offered his hand.

"Oh my god this feels so good. You have to try it. You have to let her change you," came his voice, slightly muffled but with an altogether familiar accent, just in case Kamili trusted his ears over his eyes.

For some reason, Kamili took that offer. He wasn't getting up without help anyway. Obie's hand was solid enough to help him get up. The hyena was shaky on his feet, nearly slipping in the puddle beneath him. Leaning against the bed kept him standing, but he wasn't sure where to go from there. The door was behind her. Rosemary blocked the way with his size, and he couldn't have ran very fast in all that mess anyway. The look she was giving him was slightly different before. Still smiling, but slightly more intensely than before.

"Look at me. I'm still so hard, even after shooting your little friend out. Don't be scared, Kamili. You're going to look so much better as my cumshot."

She stepped close and took him by the wrist when he raised his hand reflexively. Her grasp was firm. His eyes remained wide and shiny when she leaned her muzzle close to one of his ears and whispered to him.

"I meant what I said too. I really want to fuck your spotty ass. Maybe your friend will help us."

For all his confusion, all his trembling, Kamili found his tail was moving all on its own just to lift up in anticipation of being a good slutty boi for the fox. He didn't say anything. Nobody forced him to do anything. He simply accepted every touch, every little push and nudge to get him in position, all bent over in front of her, his hands in Obie's. The cum-possum held him carefully to keep him supported as the fox mounted up on his butt, just as she said. Kamili had no idea how he was going to take that fat, flared cock right up until he did.

It sank forth as comfortably as a shaft her size ever could. She stretched him, bulged him, forming a considerable outline in his belly with her sheer girth, but he simply took her. It felt so good. She was pressing right down on his button as if stimulating it with electricity, sending a tingle through his body that made it ever so hard to stay on his feet. He didn't need to anyway. Once her cock was sheathed inside him deeply enough, she could hold him up with the stretch of her own lust alone. He dangled there like a condom, like a living, spotty cocksleeve, drooling dumbly. There wasn't even much chance for him to whimper, moan, or giggle before he had a cock stuffed in his mouth too.

It was far more forward than he could ever remember Obie being. The possum wasn't exactly himself anymore, of course. That much was obvious by the taste of his cum-formed cock sliding all over his tongue. The rich, concentrated vixen flavour grinding into his palate had him drooling even more than he already was. She started slow, and so did Obie, almost perfectly timing his thrusts to match the vixen. They fucked him from both sides and left him with his arms and legs swinging back and forth with each thrust. A little faster, and then a little faster still they went, leaving him deepthroating the cummified pretty boy's cock with a pair of sloppy nuts slapping his chin, and even more of Rosemary's shaft digging deep into his backside, so much deeper than he'd ever taken anyone. The kiss of her knot told him what a good job he was doing.

She pressed deeper and deeper, until he swore she was going to fuck right through him. Her knot was bigger than his fist, but that didn't stop her - nor him. He felt as if he could do anything just to please her. Even let her tie with him. She wasn't just bulging his belly anymore, with the outline of her huge cock pressing out in his chest. It was the kind of thing that might have been fatal for anyone else. But not him. He was a good boy. Her good boy, ready to take all the cum she could give him.

It was a strange sensation to swallow a load from someone who was himself made of cum. Just having Obie so assertively facefucking him like that was a surprise in itself. The possum seemed so happy, so confident after his transformation. Kamili drank that first sample right down, but it was only the first sample of everything about to happen to him. Rosemary thumped, spanked, and set to grinding up against his ring, letting that smooth, round tennis ball of a knot smack his ass hard. Only when she got especially forceful did that hyena finally manage to accept it inside him, even when that meant stretching him far beyond any reasonable limit.

The flare of her cock inside him was every bit as intense as the rush of cum that followed. He felt her every throb, her every flex and pump until she exploded within his body. Overflowing like a broken condom, with fox spunk jetting out of his mouth and nose in seconds, he was left a bloated, swaying, ruined mess of a hyena and that didn't stop her from using her to drain her nuts down to a relatively normal size once more. They were still a juicy pair even after she'd emptied what felt like gallons of kitsune cum inside of her precious spotty toy. He dangled limply where he was impaled on her dick, dripping from wherever he could, letting her flex and throb inside him a little longer until she decided she was done.

Only then did she begin the long, slow process of pulling out of the hole she just demolished. At the very least, she took it slowly, easing out of him with a slow, slurping POP of that knot. He was still gushing cum the whole time. From inside him, and from his own cock, almost idly getting off on her treatment of him. He spurted until he went limp, and even then he was still squirting a few more splashes. She milked his prostate until he was utterly dry, until he'd paid tribute to her with every drop in his body. He wanted to faint, but she simply wouldn't let him. Instead, she finally loosened that flare from inside of him and slowly set him back down on his feet. With support from the cum-person behind him, of course.

"How fucked stupid are you right now on a scale of one to ten, would you say?" She offered a wicked smirk as she stroked the underside of his splattered muzzle. "Broken enough to feed yourself right down my dick, knowing well what's going to happen to you? What do you say?"

She took her cock in both hands to point it right at his face. He found himself sniffing at it simply by instinct. It was still so perfect, still everything he'd ever desired. He quickly made good on her hopes, gravitating towards her without needing so much as a nudge. One quick lick along the tip was all he needed to convince himself to take the plunge. A push, a nuzzle, and then a slow, schlicking shove of his face right inside her cock was all he needed to get it started. From there, she could easily squeeze around his features to slurp and drag him down into her churning depths. Her nuts were already groaning with need for everything his body could contribute to them.

Kamili was swiftly surrounded by her powerful cock, bombarded by a constant ULP GULP SLURP that echoed all around his head. She dragged him in right off his feet, leaving him to faintly squirm and flail, but only for a moment. That was all the energy he had left. Mostly, he was confused on rubbing against the slick inside of her shaft, or letting it hug him just right as it kneaded him down. He was still soft, but even gliding his limp dick down into her balls was pleasurable enough. His little whimpers and moans were largely muffled, but maybe she felt them rather than heard them in the process of GLURKING him right down into the darkness of her musk-packed nuts.

Doused in her scent and soon diving right down into the cum still sloshing in her balls, Kamili's senses were overstimulated to the point of burnt right out. She swallowed him down with one last satisfying slurp, snatching up his legs and dragging them inside all at once. The bulge of his girly body vanished past her still-firm knot and reemerged as a bulge in the middle of her sack. She didn't waste a second. He didn't even get to settle in before she was clenching on him so hard she could see every single detail of his body outlined beneath the glossy skin of her nuts. Every single squeeze only gripped him tighter.

It wasn't long before she was juicing him, converting him, squishing him down and snuffing him with the power of her balls working tight around his soft body. A muffled cry of surprise at just how forceful she was being was soon much more gurgly, his voice sloshing with the rest of her spunk invading his body. He smoothed over a little more with every squeeze. Details once distinct grew unfamiliar, only resembling his cute self. From shapely outline to faintly hyena-shaped lump, she dripped precum in the process of messily converting him with the loudest, more vulgar sounds imaginable ringing out from her churning sack.

GLORK GLLLP GLRRRRN GLURCH

The last faintly crunchy sound came with the hyena getting utterly squished flat, clenched into nothing more than a gush of cum to swiftly swell the slut-snuffing nuts she was swinging under her massive, knotted horsecock. She sighed as her sloshing sack filled out to a smooth, round shape much like before. There wasn't a trace of the hyena she just digested into cum. With her eyes closed for a moment, she slowly opened them once more, revealing the ghostly white glow to go along with the magenta illumination glowing from beneath her fur. She offered her cum-pet a sultry beckon.

"Ahhh. Much better. Right where he belongs. Get back inside now, poss boi. Join your creamed friend. I'll call you two when I need you."

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They never meant to split up. Snow turned a corner, glanced back, and Rio was gone. The hallway behind him looked slightly different than he remembered, too. It might have been his imagination. What was most definitely real was the approach of the vixen, who appeared suddenly from a doorway Snow swore he didn't notice before. She wore a smile. There was no fear on her face despite the dark and gloomy surroundings. To the cheetah's eyes, she looked the same as ever, but for the faint flicker of colour on her otherwise black and white fur, as if she was catching the reflection of something he couldn't see.

"Oh, there's that chee. What happened to your lion buddy? Lost the hyena too. Super weird. He just, like, disappeared all of a sudden." She didn't sound especially concerned.

Snow eyed her with immediate suspicion. His instincts were simply telling him everything he needed to know. Taking one step back when she offered her hand to him made her expression falter ever so briefly. The scowl lasted for half a second at most, but that was enough to glimpse it.

"What's the matter? I wanted to show you something. Might be our way out."

She licked along her lips, gazing down her muzzle at him. The look was undeniably seductive, but it didn't move Snow from where he was. Even if it did cause him to scan up and down her gorgeous body with at least some interest. It took willpower not to simply take her hand and let her pull him along to somewhere they wouldn't be interrupted, but he mustered.

"I don't think you are who you say you are," he finally said, trying to be as firm as possible.

"Mm, I mean, can you blame me? I'm just one girl all alone with a bunch of guys I've never met. No need for me to be honest about everything, right?"

She made it sound like it was no big deal, like there was nothing more going on, but Snow remained stiffly standing where he was.

"I don't think we should be together ... I think I need to find Rio. Right now."

One step towards him led to one step away from her, and so on. It was only when she sped up that he turned and made use of his cheetah speed to get away from her as fast as possible. She gave chase. The hallway seemed to go on forever when he was sprinting from her, faster and faster as he built up to an impressive top speed. It was only when he turned a corner at last that he lost his balance. Skidding along the floor, unable to stop himself fully, he ended up toppling over into a pit where the floor had collapsed. There was only darkness below.

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Rio knew that scream. It was one he usually heard in more pleasant circumstances, but this one sent him racing towards the source. His cheetah friend was in trouble, and he was going to confront that danger head-on. He burst into what looked like it had been the gymnasium once, and found Snow strapped down to a table, surrounded by all manner of ritual markings, as if prepped for a sacrifice. The cheetah struggled in apparent panic against the bindings that kept him there, but he wasn't getting away on his own. Rio approached, but quickly found himself halted in place by some sort of invisible barrier he couldn't push through.

"Quick!" Snow cried. "Something's happening!"

Something indeed, but Rio didn't know what. There was a grim red light shining over everything. The shadows seemed to creep in on the altar, leaving the cheetah struggling all the more desperately, to no avail. Rio saw tendrils creeping in the corner of his eye, but he wasn't going to let himself get distracted. Instead, he shoved forth, fighting against an invisible force with all his might. He didn't know what else he could do, and with enough effort he managed to make slow progress towards the captive cheetah, reaching out for him, struggling to get to him before it was too late, before whatever was going to happen to him happened.

When he managed to grab the edge of the altar, he used that leverage to pull himself closer. The bindings burned his hands when he tried to touch them, sending him jolting back. No amount of willpower could make him ignore that pain. Looking back and forth for some sort of switch or release, Rio found himself biting his lip. The shadows were getting closer.

"I think ... I think you have to put your hands next to me! See the spot?" Snow quickly said, gesturing with his head to a set of two grooves shaped like hands near his body.

Rio didn't hesitate. Anything that might save his friend was something he was going to do, regardless of the risks. He placed his palms down and waited. In an instant, he felt his body being seized by some unseen force that prevented him from lifting them again. Something was crawling through him, tearing away his energy, draining him. It was exhausting to just stand there, but the restraints were visibly loosening. Snow could almost squirm free, with just a little more time.

"It's working! Keep going!"

"I'll ... try ..." Rio said through gritted teeth, his knees wobbling, his arms shaking.

By the time Snow was free, Rio was ready to collapse. The cheetah nimbly slipped out of the slackened restraints and stretched out on his side, posing in an oddly seductive fashion on the altar as the lion finally fell to his knees before it. It took some time for Rio to even catch his breath. The cheetah swished his tail and flashed a casual grin at him in great contrast to how much he'd been panicking a moment ago. When Rio raised his head to frown his confusion at Snow, the cheetah stuck his tongue out at him.

"Look at you. Such a big hero. All tuckered out, now?"

It was still Snow's voice, but it was being used all wrong. Whoever was puppeting him wasn't even trying to imitate him correctly anymore. Except it wasn't a case of possession at all. It seemed all it took was a single blink, and the cheetah was gone, replaced by the sprawled, naked curves of the vixen. He knew he shouldn't have trusted her. There was something off about her from the start, and there he was, kneeling before her, getting an eyeful of her tits, of her plush fur, of her plump, swollen nuts and half-firm cock resting atop it. He'd never seen anything quite like her.

"Why don't you come up here, hero boy? I'll give you everything you need to feel better. Don't you worry. Your spotty friend is just fine. I made sure of it."

In his weakness, his exhaustion, his utter defeat, Rio found himself trusting every word she spoke. Something just felt so genuine. He wanted her to be telling the truth. He wanted to look at her, to admire her, to feel her touch. When she offered him a hand, he felt as if he simply had no choice but to take it. She squeezed softly and helped him up, letting him climb atop the altar with her. When she embraced him, he weakly hugged her back, letting her press her breasts to his pecs. A tug and a toss of his clothing took it right from his body without needing to remove it properly, and yet she didn't seem to tear anything. All that mattered to him was how much better her fur felt on his bare skin.

He sighed out until he was gasping for her, and it was all from a simple touch. She licked his face - then kept her tongue going so she could work it right around his head, slurping him all over until his mane was slick with her drool. Her hot breath warmed his face, but she gave him nothing more than a kiss. It didn't take long for her to get him on his back, with her snugly snuggled between his thighs, rubbing her stiffening cock all over his abs.

"You see? There was never any danger. This is all a bit of fun. You get to be here with me, and nothing's going to interrupt us."

She kissed him all over, from forehead to neck, coating him in an especially wet layer of saliva. Every now and then she had to lick her lips or suck her tongue. He really made her mouth water, and he took some pride in that. She kept on licking him even as she took him by the hips, helping him to stretch and bend his way into something like a mating press. It wasn't the way he usually did it, but seeing the approval on her face, dwelling in her presence, her scent, her touch, it made him so happy just to make her feel good. Even when he had his feet nearly over his head, and a stiff horsecock prodding at his ass.

Pushing into him slowly, smoothly, carefully, she made sure he was comfortable the whole time. He still let out a sharp, breathy moan when he felt that blunt head unceremoniously enter him. She was shooting precum inside him from the very first inch, and only making more of a mess of him the deeper she shoved. He was doing such a good job for her, never even complaining no matter how big she was. The first hurdle of her medial ring gave an extra pop when it entered him, stretching him out all the more, but it still felt amazing.

"That's right. Just relax. I'm going to make you feel good. You're so big and handsome. I bet you never get to just indulge like this, do you? Never one to lay back and just let someone pleasure you, hmm?"

Her voice was soft and tranquil, ever so seductive even as she stuffed him to brimming and bulging with thick hybrid dick. She was still on her first thrust. It continued until she was knot-deep in the lion, kissing that swell against his ring, tapping her swinging balls against his butt. They were still enormous after churning her previous meals, forcing her to rise up with the lion's legs wrapped around her waist just to get at a good angle for fucking him. She held him by the shoulders and kissed him over and over, sometimes nibbling, sometimes simply slurping him into a slathered mess, but the main focus was the constant plunge of her big dick into his body. Slowly at first, then not so much.

All his fear over the situation and his distrust of the vixen herself melted away for as long as she made sweet, rough, sloppy love to him. She looked right in his eyes the whole time, letting him watch her smiling face bobbing back and forth, nodding her approval. He was moaning for her before long, mouth open wide, face scrunched in a leonine snarl without any of the impressive sound. Instead, it was a whimper or a percussive gasp every time she plapped him, every time she humped him and fucked him full of horsecock again. Her knot slammed into him a little harder with each thrust, turning his initial doubt about his ability to take it into sheer confidence. He was going to show her how tough he could really be, even while whining in pleasure like a good lion bitch.

"That's it! Oh, we're almost there!" She cried out as if encouraging him, but the occasional quiver of pleasure entered her voice. "We're going to be tied together for as long as we want. Ohhh, you can do it, I know you can take it, come on tough guy ..."

Slap slap slap went her heavy nuts against his ass, ramming her knot against him every time. She stretched him, shaped him, and loosened him up until she finally went lunging forth in a smooth, satisfying schlick that left her locked inside his pulsing, contracting ass. The sensation of her knot pressing against his button left him soaring right over the edge. He came all over her belly, shooting cum on both of them, splashing her tits where they were squished against his chest. She simply shoved her tongue in his mouth to muffle his cries and made him swallow it just as deeply as she kept her cock locked inside him, grinding out another orgasm to drain her plump, tense nuts into his strong yet smothered body.

Fucking him full of fox spunk until he was thick and swollen with her load, she let him feel every flex, every tingling bulge of veins and ring and knot alike until he was completely flooded to the point of tasting her cum. She kept on kissing him, slowly pulling her tongue from his throat as she dumped her load in him. Instead, she wrapped it all around his neck and head alike, around and around. It never even occurred to him how much longer it was than natural. It simply felt good to bask in her hot breath, to slosh with her seed, to swim in the scent of her soft fur rubbing all over his body.

"You've been such a good boy ... you get something special ..." she whispered, even with her tongue occupied.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he found her own had gone all white. They glowed with a ghostly inner light. Streaks of purple-red crackled through her hair as if crawling through her body. It all made her hotter. He watched her opening up her jaws wider and wider, drool pouring down on his face. Nothing could break him from his state of devotion. He wanted her so much, even after blowing such a load for her. He wanted anything she wanted.

Rosemary took her time engulfing him in the drooly confines of her open maw. She overtook his face and doused his mane, slavering all over his features, then inching forth. Jawing along his head inch by inch let him truly savour the feeling of being eaten. It never made him panic, never made him pull back or resist her in any way. That might have made it a little harder for her, but he would have ended up in the same place anyway. The sound of her powerfully swallowing told him exactly where he belonged.

Her throat kneaded him so deeply, so firmly that he found himself throbbing for her again. He was still pinned beneath her, impaled on her knotted cock. She slowly ate him off of it like he was meat on a stick, using her own gulping strength to pop him off her knot with a suitably juicy splurch of cum. Her spunk rolled down the edges of the altar, as if to defile it, though there was no blaspheming against herself. She swallowed hard enough to make him gasp when she got to his powerful chest, slowly overtaking and pinning his arms to make sure he really was doomed to slide down into her waiting, rumbling gut.

The only thing that could break the moment was the sound of a familiar voice, muffled by the flesh and thumping heart near Rio's head.

"Get away from him!"

The real Snow burst into the room wielding the most deadly weapon he could find after taking a plunge into an equipment room. Something told him a creature like Rosemary didn't appreciate having a flashlight shone in her face. Few people did, but her especially so. She shielded her eyes and hissed at him around her morsel, but she didn't release Rio. If anything, she just started devouring him faster, lunging over his abs, tucking away his hands inside her gaping jaws. Yet the attack did have one distinct effect over her, and that was at least briefly breaking her concentration on the enchantment she'd worked over the lion in her throat.

Rio blinked in the darkness as if to adjust to absolute black. He squirmed and tugged to try to get some wiggle room within the fleshy tunnel wrapped around him. When that didn't work, he started to struggle and kick more earnestly. What was he doing? He could hear her swallowing him whole, could hear her lustful smacks and gulps forcing him headfirst into her humid gut, and he'd just let her get that far. Well, no more. He fought with all his might as his body slithered into her stomach, but nothing could stop his messy consumption. Swallowing hard around his body, Rosemary snarled at the cheetah until his flashlight's bulb shattered and she could finish off her meal.

A violent toss of her head left the lion's legs flailing through the air before she guzzled them down with the ferocity of a crocodile. Snow got to helplessly watch the lion's final thrashes before he was tucked behind her tits and stuffed down into her rapidly expanding gut. Tucking away that much meat left her massively swollen with the bulge of his fighting body pushing out on her belly. Yet that didn't seem to slow her down any. She stood up from the table, cum rolling down her body, cock stiff and dripping, balls clenching with anticipation. Brandishing three tails and glowing with her purplish inner power, she hid nothing from the cheetah any longer, including her contempt.

"You're next, stupid bitch," came her furious words, but she quickly calmed herself to flash an evil smile his way. "You could have had so much fun with me. You'll never know what you missed. But I don't mind. This just means I get to enjoy the hunt. Better start running, kitty. You're the only one left. Let's see how long you last."

Snow hesitated. He could still see Rio's bulge jostling around in the vixen's belly. Running away meant leaving him with her. She made him regret the wasted moments when she took off towards him at a full sprint despite the weight she was carrying, loudly sloshing with every speedy step. Sufficiently startled, he turned to run, crashing through the door, making his way down the hall in hopes of finding somewhere he could hide, somewhere he could escape. A heavy metallic clunk alerted him to something moving in the distance. An odd, droning sound followed that, as if guiding him towards it. As far as destinations went, it was as good as any.

He looped his way through several classrooms on the way just to get her off his tail. Throwing down whatever he could along the way didn't delay her for long, but she had to clear those piles of chairs or toppled desks to continue her frightful pursuit of her prey. Leaping through a gap where there had once been a window got him some distance, for a little while. Crashing through a supply room, he bumped into a shelf and ended up perfectly wedging a heavy wooden pallet against a wall, blocking her off. She took a second to violently crack it in two with her foot while he ran off.

The sound was getting louder. He was moving too fast to truly notice it, but the very walls around him seemed to be collapsing in on themselves, or perhaps burning away, as if reality was disintegrating with every passing moment. He didn't have much time left. That was one thing he could be certain of in his mad panic. He heard her snarling behind him, closing in as he crashed over the front desk of the principal's office, where the sound had guided him. The source was obvious enough. That locked door was open, emitting a smoky black aura that was anything but inviting, but if it was his only way out he had to take it.

Leaping from a full sprint to throw himself into the opening, he was inches away before she snatched him by the scruff and yanked him back into her clutches. He was kicking and struggling as she threw him over his shoulder. A quick kick of the door made it slam shut, sealing him in with her. At least things appeared to have stabilized. The walls were glowing, and so was she, seemingly from within. He listened to her belly loudly sloshing and aggressively churning with her every step, cringing when he heard the muffled cries growing fainter, overtaken by the sloppy digestion noises. The lion wasn't going to last long in there.

She didn't take him far. Flipping him off her shoulder and tossing him down to the floor, she left him crawling before her for several seconds, looming, stroking her cock until it dripped on his back. That was all it took to melt his clothes off his body. For how aggressively her juices ruined fabric, he was surprised that his fur remained intact. He crawled. It wasn't impossible to rise to his feet, but he didn't feel like it. He didn't get far before she knelt down on his back, pinning him to the floor. Her tone was casual, her fury suppressed for the moment.

"Hey, you wanna feel my belly? I'm turning your buddy into mush in here. I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels. For me, of course. Sucks for him."

Bouncing up and down a few times let her plap her balls on his lower back and squish her softening gut over his shoulders. He could feel how soft it was getting. The rounded swell was hardly distinct with the outline of a lion anymore. He had no choice but to listen to every glllk, glrrrt and glurrrrrn coming from it. A particularly messy splurch came with the vixen's satisfied sigh. Her balls twitched and outright swelled with all she absorbed from the lion fading inside of her. She claimed his life with a harsh clench of her gut, and leaned down to huff and lick the back of the shivering cheetah's neck.

"All mine. Another tail. Another soul. He serves me now."

She took him harshly by the shoulders, digging claws into his skin, and flipped him over so she could sit atop his sheath. Lining up just right meant she could grind her equine hole against him, grinning wickedly. Stroking all over her own body, she paid particular attention to all the extra padding she'd made out of Rio. Cupping her tits and bouncing them up and down in his face, she snickered, rubbing on his sheath the whole time.

"Now I just need you nice and hard for me. I have the urge to drain some poor helpless mortal's balls, and you're all I have left."

He did his best to resist her, gritting his teeth, shaking his head. It was best not to look at her. The longer he focused on her curves, the easier it was to forget who helped make them. Her cock was throbbing right above his face, dripping onto his lips. He didn't dare open his mouth to speak or protest, though that didn't stop him from getting a taste anyway. One twitch of his sheath was all she needed to aggressively go after him, pressing her taut black donut down on the very first emerging inch. Feeling her flexing warmly on his tip was all it took for him to completely lose control.

"Rosemary, don't ..." he managed to murmur, as if he still thought she was an ordinary creature he could reason with.

"That's what I like to hear. Say no with your lips even while you're throbbing for me. Kitties like you are always so slutty."

Slickly stroking her shaft above him, projecting her irresistible pheromones, she powerfully slipped down his emerging shaft until he was moaning for her. It was impossible to stay silent. She dripped precum in his mouth and left him sputtering at first, then simply licking his lips to clean it all up. She felt so good around his cock. His eyes were open wide and fixated on her, never wanting to blink and miss her for even a fraction of a second. He was buried balls deep before he even knew he'd fully given himself to her, and she was already ready to ride him to oblivion.

Sometimes reality broke through the ecstasy, leaving him briefly pulling away from her, pushing at the slight paunch where she had carried a hefty belly full of prey minutes ago. He showed his teeth in a submissive snarl, but nothing came out but a mewl. Her approving smile was all he needed to let her milk him with her tight ass for as long as she wanted. She was far from gentle on his hips. Hammering down on him to drive him into her as hard as she could made him outright squeak amid his other groans. Her thick ass at least made for some fine padding coming down on him like that.

Lashing four tails all around, she squeezed on him, she jiggled and bounced her tits and other assets, and best of all, she moaned for him. The soft sound to let him know his dick felt good inside of her made him twitch harder, made his nuts swell and flex, made him strain just to keep his eyes open so he could keep looking at her. Quivering in rising pleasure as she drained him of his energy with every bounce, he couldn't help but build to the release she wanted from him. She seemed the type who always got what she wanted.

Arching his back into a mewling, chirping, shaking orgasm, he gave her everything he could. His cock swelled even thicker, going fully rigid, harder than steel inside the perfect pumping ring of sleek, slick horse hole. He finally had to close his eyes for a moment to erupt hard inside of her, pouring out all the pent up tension, all the anxiety and fear she'd caused him into one long orgasm. Filling her up with cum made her clench on him all the harder, pumping faster, deeper, rapidly squeezing out all the spunk she could get for him as her out cock swelled, her knot expanded to its full size, and her tip flared out with the force of the cumshot rushing up her monstrous shaft.

"Fucking feel what those boys became. Wear it all, spotslut." Her words were a wet snarl in the midst of her climax.

His world went white underneath the torrent of vixen jizz she shot right in his face. He guzzled some of it, but the rest simply splattered all over his body. It painted his spots, it soaked into his hair, it drenched him to the skin and beyond, as if to make him one with the rich, hot, musky essence. She rode him dry and left him smothered under a layer of cream so potent he wasn't sure if he still existed. Only when she gave him the shocking feeling of pulling off his still-stiff cock did she rouse him again. He was numb and overstimulated, but he was still slightly aware of everything going on.

Slowly crawling away from her towards the exit in hopes he might have been able to find a way to open it again, dripping so much cum his spots were barely visible, he left her looming. The sound of her soft chuckle wasn't exactly encouraging.

"Oh, no. There's nowhere for you to go, cheetah boy. You're going to be my fifth tail for a while. And your idiot friend is going to help me do it."

She stepped on his back before he could crawl too far. He slipped in the puddle of her cum, landing on his face with a whimper. Fear, confusion, and sheer dizziness in the afterglow of getting ridden so hard tingled through his body. The fluffy swish of her tails was the only sound in the room for a while. She lashed them about, showing off the trophies she'd made out of the conquered and consumed. Then she made them descend upon him.

The fluffy tips opened up to expose a warm, wet maw, along with long, sloppy tongues just as flexible as her own. They slathered him up and cleaned the cum off his body, yet somehow made him even wetter than before. He flinched and faintly struggled, batting at them, but there was no resisting them. The other three made up most of them, but one of them was her very own. Whether it was by taste, by scent, or sheer intuition, he knew the one lunging for his face used to be Rio. The lion was going to help her add the cheetah to her body.

"Wait! Wait, it's me!" he pleaded, as if he might have been able to reason with what used to be his friend.

Rosemary just snickered. "Even if he could hear you, he wouldn't care. He wants to help me. Watch."

The snapping chomp of tail-maw enveloping him down to the shoulders felt as if it was going to snap something vital. Instead, it engulfed him in slippery warmth, hugging and squeezing all around his body. It slurped him down slowly, despite the urgency of his struggles against her. He was so weak, so exhausted, and she was so much stronger than him. The tail swallowed him like a snake, inching over his spine, his chest, squeezing so tightly he could barely breathe. Yet she never let him suffocate. He was all hers to savour.

A succulent slurping slide through her slimy tail left him dunking straight down into her balls. He didn't know how that worked, but it was one continuous journey. Doused in the cum he'd only just managed to wash off, he soon took residence in the fragrant confines of his new home. It gripped him. It kneaded him. It massaged him down into the rising pool of fresh fox spunk until it began to overtake his body. He pushed and shoved at the walls around him, but that only seemed to make them squeeze on him all the more tightly, Smothering him in heat and scent alike was so much more pleasant for him than it had any right to be.

"Mmm. That's a good boy. Looks like you lost. And I'm going to take my time with you. Not like the others." A ripple of laughter rolled through her body, bouncing and jostling her sloshing nuts full of cheetah. "Have a nice, slow churn for me, won't you? I want to feel every single one of your spots melting away. Then we'll go on a hunt, just me and you, and everyone else I've made a part of my perfect body."

She squished her tits in both hands, and he could faintly feel it, even as he got glorped and processed by her loudly churning balls. A stroke down her sides to grip the base of her dick brought him pleasure, despite everything else. She never stopped gurgling him. Her balls flexed up around him relatively gently, but each passing second made him that slight bit softer, weaker, more malleable to the clenching whims of her pleasure. He was sinking down, melting into himself, losing track of where and who he was. Yet through it all, even seconds turned to minutes and his spots smoothed over to pure stark white, he was still throbbing for her in the soaking depths of her predatory balls. It felt so good to be transforming into nothing more than her cum, body and precious spiritual essence alike.

"Why don't you say hi to the boys for me? They churned down just right, just like you will too."

He faintly heard that but didn't much comprehend it until he felt their touch. The cum sloshed and bubbled around him until two figures rose up from the thickening mess all around him. A possum and a hyena in pure cum form felt solid enough they were grasping at him, grinding on him, smothering him in their embrace from both sides at once. He could barely keep his head above the surface much longer when they were tugging him down into the creamy, sex-scented depths.

"Just let go ... it feels so good ... " Kamili told him.

"Trust us. No regrets ..." Obie whispered.

They didn't give him much of a choice, but even so. His initial struggles and squirms weakened a little more as he finally allowed them to submerge him entirely in the fresh jizz soaking into his every single pore. He bobbed up and down, taking the occasional gasp to remain conscious, but he wasn't fighting anymore. They squeezed him so tightly they were merging with him, either absorbing him or being absorbed by him. It was next to impossible to tell. The slurping and slorping of gradual digestion was oddly soothing to his ears, as was the feeling of sinking away, of giving in, of submitting entirely to someone so much stronger than him. At least he could make her feel good, and look all the more tempting.

The more his consciousness faded away, the more he perceived. He was melting into a being of pure sensation, growing into a new tail for the kitsune, packing extra heft onto her cock. He was going to make such good dickfat. Throbbing in the darkness, he understood little more than desire, than the pulsing urge to fuck and consume alike. He was going to help her swallow down her next victim, help her squeeze extra hard on their body all the way down, serving her body mindlessly, yet so very blissfully. Admiring herself and squeezing her fat dick, knowing well Snow could feel her every touch, Rosemary softly smiled to herself. Looked like it was time for another round.