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This is a commission for ILoveDoc. Sequel to Detective Williams and Taken Deeper. All characters created for this story series. Contains Oral, Anal, Cock, and Navel vores, as well as sexual and vorish teasing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fremont Williams woke up slowly. Breathing was a challenge, but it was a worthy one, as each inhalation brought in not only his mate's scent... but another rich male odor that he was still trying to memorize, that of the fat wolf, his superior. Well, he would be Monty's superior if he weren't still on suspension. He was facing his mate's belly, which was not as prodigious, but it felt...

The human blushed deeply as he realized that the bear's belly felt more like home than the apartment they shared.

Something about how he moved when he was awake, or perhaps the warmth of his blushing cheeks, awoke the bear. Theo rumbled softly as he shifted and ground his belly against the wolf's own, knowing full well his mate was sandwiched between them, "Ah... Something satisfying about waking up to a belly smash... wouldn't you agree, captain?"

The wolf police captain chuckled, letting Monty know that he had been awake this whole time, "Maybe... maybe... I do like waking up to -anything- about my gut, though, even if it's just-" He was cut off by a gurgle. His gut was giving an example on its own, it seemed.

The suspended detective panted quietly, and gasped as the two bellies deformed further about him, not catching the signs it was about to happen until the thick pelts had conformed to his head from front and back, leaving him only feeling his hips and legs free from the gut embrace, but those were under the covers of the bed usually he and his mate only would share.

With his head buried in the compressed combined flab, Monty could only just make out what the bear and wolf were talking about, through how sound traveled through their bodies. It reminded him of how it sounded when he was inside one of the two guts.

He also realized that the wolf was negotiating to get him inside a lupine gut, which gurgled again directly against Monty's back. "Look, you get him all the time, I'm just asking for breakfast."

"We've got bacon and eggs in the fridge, and a good sturdy frying pan." Theo's voice rumbled down around his face and chest, through the bear paunch helping keep him pinned.

"Not nearly meaty enough... I want someone with some weight to them in me..." The wolf growled naughtily, and ground his gut and hips forward, causing the human to catch some morning wood against his backside.

The human squirmed and blushed deeper, curling his toes into the sheets and feeling a little faint from blood rushing to both his cheeks and down to feed his growing arousal, as well as the lack of air he was getting.

Instantly, Theo rolled away, big bear paws scooping the human up onto his gut, petting the back of his mate's head, eyes focused on the smaller man, "You alright, cub?"

"Y-Yeah... just a little over-excited, I guess." Monty rubbed the back of his own head slowly, before his hand settled on Theo's belly, feeling through the dense soft fur there, into the equally soft bear fat below. He turned his head so his ear rested just above the ursine navel and tapped along the surface of the gut with his fingertips in succession, listening to the sound it made.

Meanwhile, the greying wolf idly sat up, stretching with a broad yawn, which he held, glancing down at the human, before letting his jaws snap shut when he realized his maw was not being appreciated, rather the man was sedately toying with the smaller of the two guts in the room.

The bear rumbled low, petting his mate and glancing to the older wolf, "If you're making breakfast, make a lot... Don't want my Monty-cub to starve from being eaten so often."

"Wouldn't that be something. Bet he wouldn't even care." The wolf chuckled, smirking to himself and turning towards the kitchen and allowing himself a little sigh as he walked off, heavy hips jostling as he moved.

Monty was blushing again, burying his face against the bear's navel after that last exchange. He was ashamed that the two predators might feel that way, even though he did love being inside bellies. At least, the two he had been inside so far. He was pretty sure he'd love to get dropped into any of the preds down at the club, remembering the lion who was so strong he threw men into the air, gaped his toothy maw wide, and let the convicts fall until they were struggling in his gut, and how he said he'd do it to him too, or the gator with the cool belly, whose scales drew away the human's excess heat when he was pinned between four guts, the overload of fur close enough to make him get clammy with sweat. He imagined what the room-temperature belly would feel like, and whether being fat under scales would be different from how he had felt as his mate's pudge, and most recently, the big wolf's lard.

"Can't get in that way, cub." Theo chuckled, "At least, not yet. Still gotta learn those 'alternates' big DA keeps bragging about."

Monty blushed deeply as he pulled his face away from the pit on the spherical belly. "You mean, like how my arm got grabbed by his navel?" The human indicated in the wolf's direction.

"And more than that. I think tonight there's a showcase at the club, for those interested." He trailed off a bit, looking to the kitchen.

When Monty looked as well, the wolf was whistling a little, watching the bacon cooking in the pan, while using a rather girthy rolling pin like a dildo into his belly button. He angled it in different ways as he slipped it in and out, growling a little naughtily to himself, and to the mates on the bed, winking to them as he slipped it all the way inside, and there was no sign of it.

The bear was the first to recover his voice, "You know we're going to need that eventually."

Laughing at that statement, the wolf delved a finger into his navel and rubbed it around teasingly, "Why don't one of you come get it? If you can..." He licked his lips.

Monty couldn't help it. He was already walking towards his boss' gut, his erection throbbing and slapping his lower belly a couple times when he moved. He looked up at the grinning grey wolf, and then pressed his hand to the soft and not so deep looking navel. He shivered as his hand sank in easily and felt around. He couldn't feel anything but the snug pudgy belly surrounding his hand.

The fuzzy walls around his hand suddenly flexed and he felt himself being dragged towards the wolf's gut, the lupine grinning broader. "You have got to try this some time, Teddy. I bet your boy will never want to leave your gut if it can take him in by itself." The wolf licked his lips and flexed again.

The bear was growling under his breath as he followed his mate, "What did I just say?"

"You're going to need the rolling pin?" The wolf smirked.

Growling more blatantly the bear glared, "You know what I mean."

Just then, the human's hand brushed against something, deep into the gut. He felt around and then grasped the handle of the rolling pin.

The wolf sighed and relaxed his gut, smiling sheepishly at the bear.

Theo gently tugged Monty away from the big belly, and looked down as he heard a muffled slurp sound.

The rolling pin had come free in the human's grasp, and emerged musky and with a bit of navel lint made up of wolf fur and bits of lint from the white shirts the wolf wore. The man stared at it, mentally measuring from how far his arm had to reach in to grasp it, to the end of the rolling pin. At least three feet. He'd easily fit inside that navel if he folded up. That is, if it could stretch to that girth. He still wasn't certain if the captain was teasing him with that orifice.

"Would you look at that? Breakfast is ready." The older male chuckled, moving to start transferring eggs and bacon to plates. The lion's share was really the wolf's share, followed by the plate for the bear, and with rather modest portions for the thin human.

Sitting down at the table, Theo glanced sidelong at the wolf, taking the rolling pin from his mate and waving it a little, "You're cleaning this up, too."

Monty sat as well, in front of where his plate was set, and realized how hungry he was. He started to eat, wanting his day to be as distraction-free as it could. He was still on suspension, so he'd have plenty of time for-

Theo's phone rang. The bear sighed mid-bite and swallowed. He padded over to where he had left his phone and answered it. "Hello? Yes... I... but sir, I.... yes sir. I'll be there as soon as I can."

The young detective knew that conversation. It was when the DA or ADA called his mate to work on a day he had off. Monty looked a little crestfallen, "You have to go, don't you...?"

The bear nodded, walking towards the closet, "Sorry Monty-cub, but the boss is the boss." He pulled clothing off of hangers and hung it on his body, buttoning up his shirt with his broad paws deftly, "And now you know what the boss -can- do if he's disobeyed."

The human nodded, remembering the DA and even the Mayor were predators like his mate and boss.

The bear smiled, padding over to kiss the human softly, before shooting a look at the grey wolf, "If you had something to do with this, or do anything that'd make my mate not want this-" he groped his gut through his shirt "-anymore, I will force your girth down my throat and steal your power."

The wolf laughed at that, "So anything else is fair game? I mean, I have to be at work, too, just not quite yet..."

"Sure, whatever, but heed my warning lest you make me double in weight." Theo headed towards the door, grabbing his briefcase on the way.

The captain chuckled and patted his gut, winking to the human, "More like triple, if you could handle it."

The bear looked back, "Seriously, take care of him."

The wolf nodded with a smirk, "You've got nothing to worry about." If he could have, the lupine would have summoned a halo to float over his head.

With that, Theo was gone, off to work, leaving his mate with the lecherous carnivore.

As soon as the door was closed, the lupine picked up his plate and used a knife to slide everything on it into his wide maw, not even chewing as he swallowed his whole serving of bacon and eggs. He belched and then clenched his gut, which gurgled audibly.

Monty knew what that meant. It meant the gut was now fed, and empty. He stared, his arousal returning to him.

The wolf smirked, "Finish your breakfast... I could tell last night you had more in mind than just using my gut as a sleeping bag."

The human nodded and returned to his food, still staring at the gut of his superior, "Yessir."

As Monty ate, the wolf stood and walked to go put on his work slacks, humming to himself and groping over his gut a bit once he had the belt done up, grinning to the little man at the table. He was otherwise quite patient with the human, only putting the shirt on, but not yet buttoning it up, letting his gut hang sensually, framed by the open panels.

Finally finishing his food, the detective brought his dish over to the sink and set it down, blushing as he looked back at his partially dressed superior.

The wolf beckoned with a furry digit, and used his other paw to grope some of his lardy frame, "Now... I'm pretty sure you had an idea that had to do with this gut of mine..."

Slowly, the still naked man approached his partially clothed superior, "I... well, yeah... I did have this one idea..."

"Well, spit it out, boy." The Captain chuckled and grinned his toothy grin, one paw still fondling his flab.

Monty swallowed slowly, before blurting out, "Would it be okay if you held me in your belly while you were at work?"

The big lupine's grin got bigger still, if possible, "No digestion, just holding you there?"

The preyish human nodded with a weak whine, his arousal throbbing shamelessly.

The wolf chuckled, "On one condition. You gotta act like you're just belly-fat. If someone sees you squirming and pushing all over the place, there might be questions..."

Monty swallowed again. Could he contain himself? He bit his lip, thinking about it, before nodding, "I... I'll try."

"Alright, but if I think you might be moving too much I might just do something to make sure you can't for a while..." his captain smirked, one paw grasping his naked detective and pulling him forward and up, in a manner not dissimilar to how he just shoveled in convicts the night before.

The man gasped and groaned as the wet maw of the wolf surrounded his head, then worked down and around his shoulders so smoothly, having only taken this journey once before. He bucked and squirmed a bit as he felt his hips pulled up into the air with a combination of leverage and groping paw, feeling the calloused paw pads, dense fur, and blunted claws all on his sensitive, soft skin.

Eye glancing at the time, the captain of the homicide division sighed and forwent grinding his tongue into his meal's crotch, swallowing down his waist, then over his hips unceremoniously. After all, there would be plenty of time for toying with the man later. He tilted his head back the rest of the way, swallowing heavily and gulping over and over, until a pair of wiggling pinkish feet slipped out of sight into his throat, and he felt his gut expand out further over his belt, "Aaaah... now just relax... you're in for a long day."

Monty curled up inside the belly and nodded at the voice he heard all about him, relaxing in the comfortable space, even as he felt it slowly getting tensed up from the outside, before it began to sway and rock. The wolf was walking, and most likely had buttoned up his shirt. Distantly the human heard the front door open, then close again, and the soothing rocking continued... he couldn't help it, he passed out.

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When he woke up again, he was still inside the belly, but the rocking was gone. Slowly he felt a belly wall, but didn't push on it, blushing a little.

The wolf looked down and chuckled. He was seated in his office with the door closed, and he reached to his gut and gave it a playful shake, jostling his suspended detective with a smirk, before letting his paw turn to a slow, sensual stroking, a possessive petting of the man he had finally in his gut with no one the wiser.

With a click and a creak, the door opened, and smoothly the wolf moved his paw to the desk, as if he had simply been smoothing out his shirt.

Monty heard his partner's words muffled through the belly flesh and clothing. He couldn't quite make out the words, but he figured since he was on suspension he shouldn't know anyway. He slumped, remembering the wolf's words. He was gonna be a good belly for the captain.

Eventually, the voices faded, and the human felt the stroking atop him again. Feeling around, Monty groped at himself, stroking his shaft with a soft sigh. He had been hard since he woke up, and it felt good to be working himself towards his peak, especially with how little he'd been worked on the way into his current belly location.

However, it was not to be. There was a swat over his form and a soft hiss, before he heard the wolf speaking, "Stop that... it makes my whole gut rock back and forth and I can't trust you'll stop before someone enters my office."

Monty sighed and pulled his hand away from his shaft, trying to ignore his arousal and just enjoy the sensual side of being trapped inside the fleshy chamber.

Hours passed. He could tell when his boss was alone because that was when the wolf would rumble around him, and the paw would return to tend to him, or the belly, or both. Otherwise, the wolf's decorum was belly-free, except for a guffaw and a slap to the broad gut when someone commented on his size and donuts.

The captain got a call, and grinned a bit, nodding, "Alright... I'll prepare to head out at four-o-clock, and yes... he'll be there too."

The man remained limply curled up in the belly, past lunch, when the wolf stayed in his office to "work" but really just played with his gut some more, and on into the afternoon... He faintly heard the clock chiming four, when the gut contracted around him.

"Okay Monty..." The wolf rumbled down to the human, "You're gonna have to be lard for this next part..."

Gasping as his air was released in a thick belch by the wolf, the human twitched and squirmed for a few moments, before he slumped, and he felt the body of his superior taking him... and then the familiar warmth of being another being's lard, the timeless sensation of total surrender of self.

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Fremont awoke in a familiar room, on blankets. Looking around, he saw he was in the back room of the club, where the special night had been the night before. The next thing he noticed was his mate looking quite huffy while the wolf embarrassedly explained what had happened, as if he was totally innocent.

The human's blood went cold.

At that moment the bear saw he was awake and stalked over. "So... I've been told you've been laying in other bellies without permission..."

"I... well..." Monty wimpered. He sighed and hung his head, "I was weak... forgive me?"

Theo sighed and cuddled his mate to his gut, "Can't stay mad at you... Well, I guess I should have made it clearer, since I never actually said this..." He smirked and rubbed the back of the naked man slowly with a claw, "You only go into my gut, unless I give permission otherwise... that okay with you?" He rumbled naughtily.

The human perked his head a bit, and blushed, nodding, "T-That's definitely okay..."

Leaning in to whisper, the bear licked his lips slowly and confided, "My boss didn't call me in for work today... he spent this time training me in alternate methods and helping me hone my predation..."

Shivering at the slurping sound, Monty looked to his mate, then his mate's gut, "You mean..."

"It's getting better all the time." The ursine rumbled, "Now, get dressed for sitting out in the club, I've got a show tonight..."

The human grinned broadly, wanting to watch his mate eat again. He saw some of his clothing had been taken from home and he walked over to it, putting on the slacks and buttoning up the shirt, before sitting down and getting socks on his bare feet, which then were slipped into his shoes. He ruffled his hair a bit, getting it to lay down flat, somewhat, and when he was done, both the bear and the wolf were no longer in the room. He sighed a bit, and stood, walking out into the club.

The club was just as well occupied as the last time he had been there, and the gator was still behind the bar, presently cleaning a glass, but looking prepared to take a drink order. The curtains on the stage were drawn closed, but next to the curtain, was a sign, reading "Alternative Night" in ornate letters.

The man had little time to wonder what that meant before the curtains opened, and he slipped his way to an empty table.

The raccoon waiter appeared next to him, "Anything to drink?"

Monty smiled, "Scotch and Soda."

"Your bear's performing tonight. You're a lucky man." The raccoon smirked.

"He's not my bear..." the human said quietly, "I'm his man."

The raccoon giggled and swayed off through the tables to the bar, as the lights started to come up on the stage, over three bound figures placed on very familiar chairs.

Monty sighed and leaned back a bit in his chair, his face turning into a content mask as he watched his lover and mate walk out onto the stage, the bear's soft, cuddly form a testament to how he ate, and more specifically, who. The human perked a bit out of his reverie when he realized his superior, the wolf was stepping out on stage as well, equally naked. And in turn, he was followed by one of the two bouncers the club had, a nice heavyset otter whose weight went to his hips it seemed, and at least some of it to the heavy, swaying loins under his gut, judging from their size.

Each of the three predators lined up near one of the struggling, leather-bound humans. The bear, however, spoke up, "Welcome to one of our rare, but quite popular Alternate Nights! It's on these nights that we show off what predatory talents we have that don't pertain to maw and gullet..." The bear trailed off, grinning and winking down at his mate, giving a predatory look slightly to his side.

The waiter had just returned with the drink, and blushed deeply as the bear's look caught him. If looks could eat, he'd be fat by the time he was heading back to the bar for his next order.

Monty wondered at this explanation, smirking a bit at his mate's predatory stance towards the wait staff as he sipped his drink. As he watched, the wolf began.

Grasping the bound man in front of him, the captain pulled the struggling convict up, but not around his belly towards his mouth. The man's head collided with the soft looking navel.

The young detective gasped. All that teasing and he was now getting his answer.

The bound man coughed around his gag at the musk, and cried out, but it was already too late, his head slipped into the stretching navel of the grey wolf.

Licking his lips, the lupine grasped further down on the human and pulled until his shoulders popped in, then let his hands go and started to clench his gut, obviously showing off his control and the strength of his gut.

Monty stared, a blush coming to his cheeks and a bulge to his slacks as his boss' gut claimed someone on its own, without help from the grinning maw above. Once that had gotten started, he realized he had been transfixed, and realized the other two were starting as well. Taking another sip from his drink his eyes slipped to the bear, his mate.

The middle convict had been turned around, chair and all, and the only human in the audience realized that the back of the chair was clear plastic. He soon found out why, when the bear turned around and using a paw stuffed the struggling criminal's head up against his broad, cushy ass.

Theo grinned over his shoulder, before his weight shifted, and he was pressing his hips down towards the chair. As a result, the caught man's head was suddenly buried, out of sight, between the heavy cheeks of the bear with a low pitched slurp.

Barely believing his eyes, Monty watched, fascinated, as the rump spread over this bound man's shoulders, before another motion drew his eyes. Looking to the last of the three predators on stage, the human gasped, realizing a good reason they were all naked.

The otter bouncer was stroking his cock, grinning to the crowd and trying to garner more attention, as the triple act continued, before he kneeled, showing off that his cock was nearly as long as the man he was about to devour's shins, and at least as thick as one of the thighs. As the audience watched, the lutrine grasped his bound meal's feet and pressed them to the head of his cock. Another, wetter slurp filled the room as the otter cock spread open about the man's feet. The bouncer chuckled and bucked his hips forward, taking the whole of both legs up to the knees and grasping the man up out of the chair. At his angle, Monty could see the bulge of the criminal's feet pressing into the base of the thick otter cock.

No wonder he's so well hung, the human in the audience thought, taking another sip. A canine grunt drew his attention back across the stage to the wolf.

By now, the lupine had taken in the criminal's hips, the ends of his fingers where they lay bound to his body slipping out of sight into the greedy navel, and his kicking, bound legs were all that were left. The wolf smirked, and padded around his chair to sit down, the slouch he took up not only forcing the dangling legs to point upwards somewhat, turning gravity from a hindrance to an aide, as well as showing off his knotted erection pushed up against the bottom of his gut.

A familiar growl dragged attention away from that showmanship of the grey wolf to the fact that the bear was sitting in his chair too, on top of the hips and legs of the bound thug. There was no sign of the torso and arms of this man, except the way Theo ground his hips into the chair like he was riding an affixed dildo, moaning dramatically for the crowd. A moment later he stood back up, letting the audience see the struggling legs dangling from under his tail, glimpses of his stretched pink tailhole wrapped around the man's hips able to be seen at just the right angles. Luckily, the bear was swaying his hips back and forth for the audience's benefit to get these angles right for everyone.

Another erotic moan grasped Monty's attention away from his mate's hungry ass to the otter's ravenous rod, the display having continued while he had been looking away, to the point that in distentions, he could see enough to guess the criminal's lower legs were folded inside one of the otter's testes, the one that was facing the crowd in his three quarters profile he maintained. The cock itself was bulged around the man's torso, the slit stretched wide around the man's tattooed chest as he made muffled yells and cries for mercy through his gag. Slowly, sensually, and teasingly, the otter placed his webbed paw atop the man's head, stroking his shaved cranium.

At the same time, Monty noticed that the wolf and the bear had paused in similar positions. The wolf was still slouching in his chair, one paw slowly stroking over the squirming feet bound together, the only part of the body outside his greedy gut.

Likewise, the bear had pulled his chair around to rest his chest on the clear back so that his rump was on clear display to the audience, and he had reached one paw back to hold onto the bound feet sticking out of his tailhole. He had spread his legs wide, so that his own erection and the squirming gut beyond were visible to the viewers in the club.

And at some unheard, unseen signal, all three predators stuffed the last of their prey all the way out of sight, ending each of their meals with a paw fingering the orifice that had just taken another criminal off the streets. The lights began to fade on them, still in these poses.

The waiter returned to Monty's side with a note, zipping away before the human noticed, his pants nearly stained with a premature peak, but definitely a damp spot from his arousal had formed.

Finally he noticed the note next to his empty tumbler, and he held it up, blushing a bit and standing, following the note's instructions. He undid his tie on the way to the door to the lounge, and the gator nodded to him as he passed, chuckling a bit. Monty blushed a bit, stepping through the door and down the short connecting hall as he undressed, working his way out of his pants as he entered the broad room, to see the three predators from the stage posed sensually in the middle of the blanketed pit.

At the center was Theo, rubbing over his gut as it struggled. The bulge was lower down on the belly than Monty was used to seeing, though he figured that was usual for, well, where the bear took in the man. The ursine's face was a sensual smirk, eyes hungrily locked on his mate.

The captain was to his right, pressing his gut to Theo's side by side. One paw was wrapped around the bear, likely groping the rump that had fed so well today, and his other was tending to his own gut, taking time to finger the navel occasionally. He grinned shamelessly at the human.

The otter was the odd pred out, with no struggle in his gut to teasingly rub, but the bulge in his nuts was a draw on its own, if only for sheer novelty. However, the sensual distention of the human inside the well hung lutrine's testicle was quite alluring to the one man audience.

Monty murmured bashfully at this sight, and approached, pausing to tug off his socks, the last of his clothing, before diving into a hug against his mate's gut, nuzzling over it and kissing the distended pelt. Unlike the night before, though, he was able to dodge kicks and struggles a bit better, moving out of the way when he felt the weight shifting inside to worship another part of his mate's belly.

Theo chuckled and affectionately rubbed the back of his human mate's head as the human's hands mooshed and groped over the ursine gut. He smirked to the wolf smugly.

The wolf rolled his eyes, "If you'd be so kind to share your bellylover with the rest of the class?"

"I seem to recall you got quite a fair share of him today..." Theo countered.

"Come on, we've both got squirmers, but you're the only one getting rubs." The otter chuckled playfully from the other side.

The bear stuck his tongue out, "And I bet you'd want to balance your sac." He hrummphed and hugged his mate tight to his squirming gut, "No, you're mine tonight..." He growled down to Monty, licking his lips.

"Is it safe with him in there too?" Monty looked down at the squirming gut worriedly.

"Of course, cub... He's in my bowels, and you're going to my stomach..." And with little other discussion, the human found himself staring into the gaping maw of his mate.

A moment later the human was pushing his hands into the throat, an irrepressible grin on his flat face. He felt the throat accept his arms and ripple, starting to pull him inward, his view of the world replaced with the familiar warm darkness. He groaned into the wet flesh as the tongue tasted over his bare chest, and the next ripple drew him deeper, feeling his torso passing the ursine teeth without a scratch.

Theo rumbled quietly, and soon found his mate's achingly hard arousal with his tongue, curling the wet muscular flesh around the rod and, half tasting half molesting, began to grind all over it. The reaction was immediate, rather random squirms turned into rather purposeful bucks of the human's entering hips. Meanwhile, deeper inside him, the criminal had stopped struggling, the heat of his bowels finally taking its toll on him. The ursine grinned around his mate meal, and rubbed over the still barely exposed rump with a paw, rumbling deep in his chest, all around Monty's head.

Trapped halfway into his lover, the man groaned blissfully as his journey out of the outside world was halted for pleasure. He pressed his head around in all directions, grinding his face into the rippling flesh as his mate's tongue did its work over his shaft. Even digestion before had not slaked the lust he had endured since he awoke that morning, pinned between guts. The show he watched had if anything made it all worse. The human shuddered and bucked his hips harder, feeling his peak upon him.

For a moment, Theo was pondering whether he should tease his mate and just gulp him down... but then he thought that was something the captain would do. He ground his tongue harder into the human shaft in his muzzle, and grinned broader as he felt the whole thing spasm, and the hot flavorful seed started to gush out across his tongue. His paw stroked along Monty's rump for a moment, letting the peak pass as he savored the taste, before he tilted his head back, swallowing firmly.

Monty felt the tension in his body fall away as he finally found his release, shuddering and slumping down. The warmth of afterglow hit him as his head pressed through the snug entrance to his mate's gut and the rest of his body followed, his legs leaving the cool air outside smoothly, before a strong paw brought his feet together, and tucked them behind the sharp ursine teeth. Another swallow, and his legs were folding up atop his body, and the spent man was curled up inside Theo.

The bear rumbled low, rubbing over his gut lovingly, feeling his mate up inside the stomach, and the passed out thug down inside his bowels. Theo sat back, groping over his belly, "Ah... that's all better..." He smiled insufferably.

"There goes our belly-rubber." The wolf snorted.

Theo just grinned wider. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments? Questions? Concerns? Commission Requests? Post them Here~