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Welcoming Committee

by Anima

(Contains Intersex/F Soft Vore & Intersex/F Sex)

The new neighbor's lawn was a full inch too tall, and every glimpse of it through her kitchen window was another smack to Rachel's face. The Lipizzaner mare stood over the sink peeling potatoes, and with an effort, shifted mental gears.

It will be nice to have a fresh face about the neighborhood. With any luck, it will be a couple. Philip and I will finally have someone other than the Graysons to do something with.

Her mind busied itself chewing over the non-stop chattiness of the squirrel couple, and for a time the view out the window of the smart ranch-style home with the U-Haul truck in the driveway and the tall lawn didn't bother her. Rachel's long fingers moved with utter precision while preparing the rest of the evening's supper, depositing one ingredient after another into a simmering stockpot. After a final taste-test and a delicate snort of approval, she set a kitchen timer and washed her hands, scrubbing potato starch from her hoof-hard nails with a densely bristled brush.

Steel-shod hooves klumping across the floor, Rachel slipped into the bathroom and gave herself a once-over in the full-height mirror within. She smoothed imaginary creases from her dress whites, then frowned a moment.

Is it really a good idea to go in my work clothes? What kind of message am I sending, there? The response was there ready and waiting. One of authority. You're head of the home owner's association, ambassador of the neighborhood, and a uniform is only appropriate. She tossed her head in a nod, bound-up mane bobbing, but couldn't keep a wry smile off her lips.

Klumping back into the kitchen, Rachel pulled open the fridge and retrieved the glistening green Jello mold that had been setting since this morning. With her friendly but firm intentions in mind, Rachel ducked just a bit to clear the six-foot frame of the front door and marched out along the path to the sidewalk, carefully skirting a lawn so perfectly manicured it resembled a pad of green ink.

Before she had made it half-way to the sidewalk, Rachel's ears perked toward the sound of voices. Across the street, two figures were just emerging from a Humvee parked at the curb. This wasn't a toy, a consumer hummer either, but the real deal. One might scoff at such a blatant display of wealth and dominance-through-size, and even make jokes about compensating for shortcomings, but seeing the driver emerge made the reason for their transportation choice clear. She was enormous.

Rachel was statuesque and proud of her figure, but the canine who stepped down onto the street looked nearly a head taller, and built much like her truck was. Most, shown her picture, would surely have described her as fat and been done with it. Seeing her move in person, Rachel couldn't dismiss her so swiftly. Yes, she was certainly plush, her limbs well padded with flesh. Her soft belly rolled out over the waist of her jeans, and her breasts formed cleavage deep enough to engulf a typical person's entire head. The bitch wore a wine-red top that bared her spare-tire of a midriff, showing off the paler swath of fur cascading down her belly. She moved with perfect confidence, striding to the sidewalk to collect her passenger, slipping an arm around the other girl's shoulders.

Far shorter than the dog, the other visitor to Rachel's street was a salamander, and could hardly be four and a half feet tall in combat boots. ...Which she was wearing, Rachel realized. Those boots, black and neon-pink socks, a scandalously short poison-purple and black striped skirt and a shirt so brief and tight it was a wonder it had survived this late into the day, all screamed of the style typical of a club down near the airport. Rachel suddenly seethed at the memory of the night she suspected Philip had visited that club, though later he'd proven work had just--

A squeal and a giggle refocused her attention. The dog was groping the lizard-girl! Her massive paws were busy, forcing that tiny skirt to ride up, showing nothing all beneath it but broad half-moons of sleek ebon flesh, speckled with neon blue dots, spots, and pin-points. Whether it was paint or natural markings, Rachel couldn't say, but they shouldn't be visible! Not on her street! Not in Shady Acres! The Jello quivered with the transmitted outrage trembling in her muscles. She was just about to call out, perhaps threaten to phone the police, when the dog tugged the girl towards the house with the SOLD sign prominently displayed in the front (too-tall) lawn. Halfway there, the giggling, writhing salamander sagged and made her huge companion drag her squirming self across the (shaggy) lawn, and that's when Rachel noticed the bulge in the dog's jeans.

She nearly dropped the Jello. One of _ them , here? I would never hear the end of it! Gods it's_ _ enormous , too! No, we can't have anything like...hir living there. Not in my neighborhood! Shi's bigger than Philip, and he's a stallion for god's sake. What an abomination..._

As the dog dragged hir lizard by the arm into the house, the girl on her ample rump facing the street, she spotted the mare. She blew her a kiss and waved goodbye, before disappearing into the darkness of the home's interior. Rachel's gaze slowly dropped to the Jello as the door shut. A tiny voice inside her percolated up through the mess of conflicting and confused thoughts swirling in her brain.

Go see what they're doing. That picture window doesn't have curtains yet.

The mare, still carrying a big plate of lime Jello, crossed the street with uncharacteristically slow strides.

***

Suzie had never, ever, ever been this bored at a club before. Of course, this was the first time she'd been at one before it opened too, which might have had something to do with it. Personal Venom was the only hot spot that meant anything to candy goth ravers, suicide girls, bat-farters, and even some of the whips and chains crowd. At six o'clock though, it was cheerfully sun-lit and locked.

Suzie pulled the little voodoo doll she'd made at lunch out of her backpack, and stuck another mentholated toothpick up its butt. The crudely-stitched felt doll looked vaguely like a highway patrolman.

If I fail that test one more time, I swear, I'll tell someone he touched my butt. Maybe at least then I'll get a different examiner.

It wasn't as if there was a shortage of people that wanted to touch Suzie's butt. She flexed her thick tail and grinned a bit. Being short kind of sucked, but being short and stacked made up for it. Except when it came to buying clothes. She smoothed her skirt down over her thighs, and wished for the hundredth time it wasn't one of only three that fit and looked good.

She stuck another toothpick into officer dickwad's rear, before realizing the last thing he needed was another stick up his ass. She hurried to pull them out, and drove them all into his crotch instead. Satisfied, the doll went back into her bag, and she retrieved her cell-phone.

A few minutes of texting revealed that none of her friends would be around for hours. Suzie lolled her head back against the warm stone of the club's facade, lengthy tongue unspooling over her lips, eyes rolled back in her head.

"Suzie F. Gerard was found dead of boredom tonight, the worst case ever seen, said Finezem Chilly, state medical examiner."

A crow cawed derision, and Suzie's tongue withdrew enough to let her raspberry it back. After a lethargic bout of aimless squirming, she levered herself up and slipped her backpack on, before trudging a block over to the 7-11.

There was a huge Humvee in the parking lot, with armor and stuff, not shiny and soda-cannish like the usual ones. It wouldn't have been so odd given all the military folks around, but this one had to belong to a civilian, given the bumper stickers. She crouched down and wiped road-dust off to read them. Tingles crept up her spine as a light breeze teased her sex, more vulnerable than ever in this position.

'Beware of dog.' Cute. Probably a macho dick-head owns this thing. 'Dangerous Curves Ahead!' Umm, maybe not then. 'If you're close enough to read this, you're close enough to smell delicious.'

Suzie straightened up with a chuckle, and skipped towards the store. "I have to meet this chick."

Inside, it plain who she was looking for. The huge canine stood in the snack aisle, pondering Pringles. Suzie had never seen her breed before. Her coat was a strange soft black that reminded her of the blackboards at her old middle-school: dark and matte. It was broken up by a broad streak of pale gold, almost exactly the shade of graham crackers, that splashed across her cleavage and plunged down behind her shirt, reappearing at her bare midriff before vanishing into her jeans. More of the graham-gold appeared on her face, covering her throat, jaw, and lower half of her face. Two more blobs of it above her eyes served to transform the black parts of her face into a fascinating Rorschach blob. Pale green eyes studied Suzie curiously for long seconds, before she realized that their owner had turned to face her during the inspection.

"Oh! Hiya. I wanted to say I loved your bumper stickers." She grinned, her tail curling its tip around her own ankle in the closest thing salamanders have to a blush.

"Thanks, cutie. Didn't have much trouble tracking down the owner, hmm?" The dog almost absently slid heavy paws down her sides and over the sinfully voluptuous curves of her hips.

Suzie's tail squeezed her ankle, and her violet eyes got a big wider. Was...was this happening? She could tell honest flirting from silliness, and this was definitely not simple goofing off. The big bitch was earnest. She'd never done anything with someone older than her before, or honestly, anyone quite this gorgeous. Or scary. This pooch could break her in half if she liked, or chain her in a basement, or even eat her, thinking on that last bumper sticker.

Something lurched inside Suzie's chest. Their size difference. The dog's rather predatory style. It was...damn, she was wet.

"N-no, you've got the most dangerous curves in here by far." She murmured, and grinned back with increasing confidence when that got a jiggle-inducing laugh out of the canine.

She leaned down, almost brushing her nose to the end of Suzie's snout. "How would you like to become one of those curves, you delectable little thing?"

Suzie gasped, and just managed to catch herself from falling flat on her ass. She felt as if she'd been stripped naked by those words. No, more than just clothes would have to be ripped off for her to feel this exposed! Every bit of flesh and bone would have to go, to expose the dark and fleeting thoughts she wasn't even allowing to fully form.

The dog straightened with a smile. "Your choice. Come meet me in my truck, m'love. I'll take you home." She slipped past Suzie, Pringles forgotten.

Well yeah, who needs snacks when you've found your supper?

She came, right there in the aisle at 7-goddamn-11, thighs clamped together and lips squeezed even tighter to contain the squeal and the moans. Warm honey dribbled down her legs, soaking into her stockings. She slunk out of the store as soon as she felt she could without stumbling, and paused on the sidewalk, the Humvee just a few feet away.

This is nuts. _ You're _ nuts. You want to feed yourself to a dog? So what if she's...so sexy you want to be buttoned into those jeans of hers and ride under them all day with your face up her snatch? She wants to kill you. This isn't a cartoon, genius! You won't bounce around inside awhile and use pipe tobacco to get horked back up. You'll DIE.

She peered through the windshield to see the dog there, watching, just waiting. She must know what was going through her head. She didn't smile, she didn't scowl, she did nothing to affect Suzie's decision but be what she was: a gorgeous, sexy beast that craved Suzie in more ways than most did.

Suzie circled the truck, and pulled open the door. Climbing in was like boarding a train, and she felt tiny in the huge plushly-padded seat.

"Will you, um, chew? Miss--" She winced, reaching out a webbed hand.

"Lamarra." She smiled, engulfing the girl's hand in her thick paw and squeezing it. "No sweetness. You'll slip down in one whole, unbelievably sexy piece, experiencing every second of it."

"I'm Suzie. I...gods, Lamarra, I want you so bad, and I want to be yours...even worse, in a way. I don't, I don't get it though. It doesn't make any sense!"

Lamarra used her free paw to unzip her jeans, and free hir sheath and swelling shaft with a soft gasp before it got any bigger and more uncomfortable beneath the denim. Suzie's eyes went saucer-wide, watching the organ throb to full mast before her eyes. "I want you terribly Suzie, and I shall have you. I'll have you forever, in fact." The dog released Suzie's hand to grasp hir doughy stomach with both paws, squeezing 'til the furred flesh welled between hir digits. "I love you already my sweet, slinky, smooth Suzie for giving in to my lust and hunger. You may not even realize the gift you're giving me hon, but I'll try to show you my gratitude before the very end."

Suzie stared at that fat, and couldn't help but wonder how many had come before her, giving the dog hir glorious figure. "How--"

"Hundreds," Shi breathed, licking hir chops, before reaching over to cup the back of Suzie's head with a paw. Shi pulled her closer, gently but firmly, intentions clear. Shi guided Suzie's lips to the tapered tip of hir cock, where slippery precum was beading in a fat drop of clear. Suzie's tongue flashed and the drop disappeared. It flashed again, and Lamarra groaned incredulously, two feet of cool, slippery, living ribbon twined around hir aching dick. "Oh my god, hon... Yes, hundreds are lost in my blubber, and you'll join them tonight. I'd love to keep you long

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er," Shi gasped, as Suzie arched her neck and nosed down, sliding her lips, mouth, then throat down around the fat midnight-blue column of hir penis. "B-but doggy needs hir dinner."

I'm gonna cum again if shi keeps talking like that, Suzie whimpered to herself as she sucked the bitch's cock, but curiosity stole some of her attention, and salamander fingers stole into Lamarra's fly. She felt the bulk of the dog's balls, heavy, hot and a bit damp. She loved the heat of her new lover, but that was nothing new to her. Her mammal friends had pet-names for her like heat-hootchie and snuggle-slut, knowing just how much pleasure the cold-blooded got from closeness like this. She let Lamarra's balls ride up on her wrist as her fingers quested beyond them, and...ah, there. Thick, honeyed lips, flushed and hot to the touch. Shi had everything, and Suzie wanted it all before she became dog food. The cock in her mouth swelled, reminding her what she should be paying attention to, and the salamander really put her tongue to work. She withdrew it, back along its original twining course, then shot it down again, wrapping it all in a tight band around hir girth just above hir swelling knot. She squeezed Lamarra, and soaked up the needy groans the dog gushed out at her.

"Rrrrrf, keep that up sugar. Ohhhhhhh--I can't get over how your throat feels around me," shi moaned, paws moving to grasp Suzie's pigtails and keep her rooted in hir crotch. She knew what the dog meant. Jackson, the skunk she'd been messing around with lately, had told Suzie how her cool flesh made his toes curl. She swallowed heavily around the dong wrapped snug in her throat, slick wave after wave of muscular pressure wearing away Lamarra's stamina. The taste of hir was intense, and hir rich scents were growing stronger by the moment. Suzie found herself wondering how often Lamarra 'entertained' here in hir enormous truck.

How many bounced in hir lap, or bent hir over the bench seat in back, before sliding down hir throat? Would shi even fit behind the wheel with someone in hir gut?

Suzie sucked unconsciously harder while her thoughts wandered, until Lamarra's hands flew from her hair, one clutching the steering wheel in an iron grip and the other arm desperately lunging around the headrest of hir seat, as if the oncoming explosion might blast hir right off the face of the Earth without an anchor. As the first gush of cum surged through the dog's cock, she couldn't fault hir for fearing recoil! Hir climax was fierce, hips lunging up into the salamander's face, pounding hir seed up into that greedily-swallowing throat. Suzie wanted every drop, and though she had to ride the dog like a bronco for over a minute, she got every thick dribble those big shaggy balls offered.

For a long minute after, she nursed on Lamarra's still-firm cock, marveling at the size of the knot snuggled against her lips. Finally, she backed up and off, tongue unraveling from that glistening spire of lust. Before she could even formulate another thought or word, Lamarra was scooping her up, wedging the two of them into the back of the truck. With the flick of a lever the bench seat folded flat, and down Suzie went, flat on her back. She dragged her tail out and tucked it to one side in an automatic gesture as Lamarra knelt on the short soft carpeting, paws guiding Suzie's knees apart. Eager pants basted her in hot breath, and she barely had time to helpfully lift the front of her skirt up and out of the way before the bitch dove in, enormous velvet tongue smothering her plump pussy with a thirsty slurp.

"Nnnnnffff!" She commented, hands squeezing the seat, hips trying to rise but finding themselves pinned with frightening ease by a single canine paw. Three more slow swipes of that tongue followed, before its tip delved between tender lips, and tunneled into thoroughly-soaked sweetness. Suzie's head began to feel lighter and lighter as a second orgasm rapidly built, then exploded, splattering Lamarra's muzzle with nectar. Shi licked hirself clean with relish, but paused, tongue partially peeking from between ebony lips.

"You're not hallucinogenic or something, are you sugarcube? My tongue's tingling."

"That's a vicious rumor. If I were, I'd be far more popular," she groaned. Lamarra let out a good belly laugh, then ducked right back under Suzie's skirt for a second course. She squealed and twisted, but the pinning paw prevented escape! Sensitized, her moans took on a half-panicked edge as the dog found and exploited sweet spot after sweet spot. Shi wrung Suzie out for her honey, and after lapping up another draught of it, slid up and over her to kiss her, meshing muzzles to share her lizard-love flavored maw with the girl.

Suzie squirmed against the soft bulk of the dog pressing down over her, moaning tremulously.

This lush flesh...it's my future home. Gods it feels wonderful...

She ran her hands over Lamarra's heaving breasts, feeling the firmness of nipples the size of bottle-caps through hir top and bra. Down further, across the warmed fabric of hir shirt, until her fingers slid across the fur of that bare midriff. She pressed in, delighted and shocked at how easily Lamarra's flesh yielded, her digits sinking inches into hir fat. She kneaded the dog's gut, earning a growling groan from the big grrl that became stereo a moment later. The bitch's belly gurgled and groaned, the vibration faintly carrying through all the padding to tickle Suzie's fingertips.

"Mmmm, it's calling you, my lickable lizzert." Lamarra planted hir paws on either side of Suzie's shoulders, and slowly undulated hirself down against the girl, smooshing that tummy down into her own curvaceous frame. "It's time to get home, and start supper."

Oh my god, shi's _ drooling _, Suzie realized, wide eyes fixed on the black line of the dog's lips. Thick saliva oozed from the corner of hir mouth, and when shi noticed Suzie watching, Lamarra let it fall. A rope of drool half as thick as her finger slid down, down, swaying slowly, before breaking to fall with a thick splat across the top of Suzie's snout. She whimpered through another small climax, hands clutching her own breasts, arching up into Lamarra as if she could press herself right through hir flesh and enter hir all the sooner.

"Soon," shi chuckled, before bending to give her the sloppiest kiss she'd ever received or imagined. That canine tongue made only brief appearances, and instead Lamarra's lips and mouth rocked her world. At times it seemed half her face was in the dog's mouth, and perhaps it was, as saliva sloshed over her blue-spotted flesh and humid breath clouded around her. She tried to return the kiss, licking here and there, nipping at a lip once or twice, but she was overwhelmed and soon understood she was meant to be.

When at last the oral storm ended, she was gasping for breath and filmed with drool. Lamarra was up front again, putting the truck in gear. "Buckle up sugarspots, and hang on. I'm in no state to keep to the speed limit!"

***

Inside the house, Lamarra wasted no time in getting undressed. Shi yanked off hir soaked jeans, wriggled out of hir top, then bounced free of hir bra with a deep sigh. Shi noticed Suzie took even less time to strip, her flimsy little scraps of clothing tossed companionably atop hir own. Shi had to whistle at the sight of the girl bare. Shi'd thought her spots pretty, but revealed in their entirety they were astounding. Constellations--no-- galaxies of the nearly-glowing blue spots peppered her smooth black flesh, each mark ranging in size from a minuscule speck to a dime-sized blot. Lamarra caressed her voluptuous shape, touching each inch, claiming it by touch and in hir mind as well as committing it to memory. Shi took no photos, ever.

"I love how wet you are," shi cooed, sliding a thick middle finger up and into the salamander when hir paw reached her drooling sky-blue petals. "It just feeds back to me, making me drip, seeing you so eager to become my fat." Shi grinned at the clenching response to hir words, and with this extremely intimate 'beckon,' slowly guided Suzie to the couch in the living room. They sank down onto it together, Lamarra's finger slipping free of hir prey. As the couch gave, cushions bowed deeply to mold to hir huge weighty frame, the dog's own flesh mirrored that yielding plushness beneath the shape of sweet Suzie. Hir eyes lidded, jaws parting in a canine grin at the squirm of embarrassed lust the sleek girl couldn't hide, feeling Lamarra's sentient-fueled fat cupping her body.

"Can't believe this is all..." She whispered, hands sliding across the bitch's breasts to cup each by its outer curve, pressing their deliciously dense masses together.

"Beautiful girls like you? Supple boys? Big virile men? Smoldering vixens, and magnificent MILFs sweetie, all mingled together in my pudge."

Suzie drew her hips up, biting her lower lip, little shudders traveling the length of her spine and continuing on the entire length of her tail, becoming a violent little whip-crack at its tip. She wrapped her legs around the furred furnace-heat of Lamarra's belly, squeezing hir doughy gut with thick smooth thighs. Gently at first, eyes locked to her predator's, Suzie ground her sodden crotch into the hill of fat she'd straddled. "C, can't wait to join them." She rolled her hips faster, breath huffing past her lips.

The feel of Suzie's slick sex gliding over hir belly, and the lust for hir gut both physically and conceptually that the act represented, had the dog both harder than ever and positively soaking wet. Lamarra let hir gaze drop from hir meal's to watch her breasts sway, admiring how their impressive heft tugged them this way and that. "You have a glorious body love, such beautiful markings, and you're such a clever, spunky girl to boot. Mmmm, you're such a welcome addition to my rolls."

Shi slipped her paws beneath Suzie's ass cheeks and gathered the salamander up, lifting her above the jutting heat of hir cock. Suzie's arms curled around hir neck, and carefully, Lamarra guided hir latest love down onto the tapered tip of hir dick. Slippery pussy lips parted around that tip, and the sweet elastic barrel of Suzie's sex bloomed open around hir, gradually swallowing hir thickness in as shi dropped the lizard down into hir lap inch by inch.

Feels like sinking into the sweetest, fleshiest, coolest melon imaginable...until she squeezes, and then it's a billion times better. I'll have to chase more cold ones from here on out...

"Gimme every inch love," Suzie whispered, ripe chest swelling against hirs with deep breath after breath.

Taking her at her word, when Suzie finally slid down far enough to reach hir half-swollen knot, Lamarra shifted hir paws up to the salamander's wide hips, and pulled her down, coaxing grunts from them both before her soaked pussy stretched to engulf even that bulb of dusky flesh.

"Hssssss...fuck, feels like you buried a chimney stack in me. So hot, so huge!" She whimpered, tucking her face into the huge canine's cleavage, nuzzling into the plush furry darkness.

Lamarra let her rest there a moment, just enjoying the feel of that throbbing spire inside her, squirting precum all over her insides. After long seconds of listening to each other's quickened breaths and pounding hearts, hir stomach growled again, sending a shudder of lust and more through the girl's body. Cupping her hips, the bitch pulled, growling low and soft. Suzie squeaked as her vulva bulged, then finally spit the dog's knot back out along with a thick flow of clear slime, letting Lamarra lift her nearly all the way back off of that cock. Back down she slid, but instead of engulfing hir knot again, Lamarra let her ass smack into hir plush thighs and rebound, paws helping her bounce turn into a glide up half hir cock before descending again, squirting mingled lust over Lamarra's big black-furred balls.

Shi ducked hir head, jaws open wide, and scooped Suzie's left breast entirely into hir muzzle. Shi suckled on the heavy jug, tongue dancing against the perky nipple, and ground hir knot against the peach shi'd been splitting with such relish. Suzie squealed and squirmed in a delicious shimmy, and shi couldn't help but imagine how that same writhing would feel in hir throat, a few minutes from now.

Hir gut just couldn't keep silent now, letting out a burble or a long yearning groan every minute or so. The taste of the sweet salamander coated hir broad tongue, making hir mouth water all the more. When warm rivulets of slobber began to spill down Suzie's body, oozing over her flesh in wet, heavy tracks, her moans shifted in a flash to urgent cries.

"So hungry for me, doggy?" She panted, eyes shut, head tilted back as Lamarra bounced her harder in hir lap, working that succulent slit against hir knot's bulk again. "Turn me into an eclair, my beautiful bitch! Cream me up and eat me! Every sec--second I'm outside your body, I just get more desperate to..." Suzie's thick tail thrashed about, slapping the couch, while her arms tightened around the dog's thick neck.

"To be dog food." Lamarra released hir lover's breast to growl, husky with need. Shi raised hir muzzle up to hover just above Suzie's face, letting thick slimy strands of saliva dribble down over her upturned snout. Shi rolled the girl's hips in a slow circle, grinding her swollen sex down against hir bulbous knot, until with a grunt of sheer ecstasy and relief that near-spherical bulge plopped inside the cool embrace of Suzie's sex. Hir massive surges of seed came punctuated with words.

"Going to----cram you down----my throat----and stuff my belly----with your smoking hot body," Shi gasped, still forcing Suzie's mound down against hir. Suzie contorted in climax, tail curling with her 'til the tip nearly touched the nape of her neck. Clear honey spurted out around the massive blockage of hir knot, spattering Lamarra's nuts and thighs. Still pumping rich spunk into hir treat, the panting bitch pressed hir cheek to the amphibian's, to whisper: "I'm fat, sweetness. I don't need your calories, not one bit. But I want them, and I'm taking them, and you're going to fatten me up further still." Plush canine paws squeeze the padded globes of her ass. "You'll fill out my jeans." Shi slid one paw between them to tweak a slobber-coated nipple. "You'll make my boobs jiggle that much more." Both paws slid up to unwrap Suzie's arms from around hir neck, and guide her webbed hands down to hir stomach, impatience still gurgling up from inside. "And you'll spread across my gut: more pudge to stroke, to knead, to lure in more just. Like. You."

Suzie squealed, though the sound trailed off into silence as her voice gave out, shaking silently in Lamarra's lap through another earth-shaking climax. Her paws remained on her future home throughout, and when she'd recovered enough to think again, Suzie kneaded into that fat with dreamy slowness. Lamarra trailed a clawtip along Suzie's own belly, a bit distended from the two loads of hir spunk she'd taken today. She squirmed, half embarrassed and half proud of her eclair-status, fingers sinking rhythmically into Lamarra's tummy-fat.

"I don't understand it a bit, but I know what I want. I need to be locked in your flesh forever, doggy. Imprisoned in your sexy plushness. My curves are your curves now," Suzie whispered, sliding her hands around to squeeze the canine's love handles.

"Are you ready then, my luscious lizzert?" Lamarra cooed, licking hir chops with a deliberate dose of showmanship.

Suzie quivered, but reached up to flick a bell attached to the dog-collar she wore. "Ding-a-ling. Supper time, pooch."

Lamarra opened hir maw wide, showing off for hir meal, letting hir tongue flop out over dripping lips and shining teeth. Suzie raised her head, eyes leaving hirs to stare into the glistening abyss. Just a little lean downwards, and hir tongue slid beneath Suzie's chin. Shi nuzzled down, filling hir mouth with the girl's head, feeling her snout plow into and plug the entrance to hir throat.

"I want this, I love you," Suzie squeaked out before the narrowing pit of Lamarra's maw forced her snout shut.

Lamarra smiled around slippery salamander neck, hugging hir meal tightly to hir soft body, fur damp now with perspiration. What a little treasure, reassuring me right to the end. I'll spend so many nights making a swamp of my bed remembering you, sweet Suzie.

Shi swallowed, muscles grasping Suzie's slick skin and pulling her down into the clinging chute. The thick column of hir neck expanded further, and the squelching sound of wet flesh deafened the descending morsel. Not about to wait for hir gullet to try and drag the thick girl in all by itself, shi leaned forward and pressed down further, jaws stretching around her shoulders. Hir jaws creaked, and popped, lower jaw sagging loose to let the dog eat as the wise serpents do: enveloping their prey whole to achieve the ultimate in satiation. With hir jaw dislocated, Lamarra's saliva ran freely, oozing down Suzie's breasts in gleaming streams. The girl reached up, kneading the thick sticky slobber into her own succulent tits, quavering moans vibrating Lamarra's esophagus.

Shi swallowed again, muscles rolling down Suzie's shape in serpentine undulations, the dog's gullet a boa living within hir and eager to gorge itself on the salamander's plump shape. The thick wet sounds of gulp after gulp filled the living room while Lamarra worked hir jaws down chubby arms, and scooped that delicious rack into hir maw with a muffled moan of bliss. Growling, shi paused long enough to lavish licks upon those breasts, slathering their perfection anew in the liquid lust of hir appetite. It was nearly orgasmic feeling those orbs squeeze down hir throat, one slipping in just a half-second ahead of the other... but a sticky moment was ahead.

Shi had knotted with Suzie, and devouring her wasn't helping diminish hir arousal a bit. Hir paws grasped the sleek sweetie's ass once more, and very slowly, shi began to work hir up and off hir knot. Muffled sounds buzzed just behind hir breasts, and drool poured down Suzie's body, a warm curtain of slime descending to make what was left of her shine in the fading afternoon sunlight. It took patience, but after a couple of minutes Suzie's petals finally rolled over that lump of flesh, letting a good cup of thick ivory goop pour from her depths. Lamarra reveled in the feel of their mingled fluidic joy soaking into hir fur, and smearing all over Suzie's smoothness as shi resumed hir meal. Hir huge luxurious tongue swept across Suzie's soft rounded tummy, even prodding at it playfully. Hir prey got the message easily enough.

Gods I love how you're built. Such a little pocket rocket. Your fat is mine now, honey. Thanks for banking it for me all this time, and compounding such sweet interest.

Lamarra's throat was distended enough now to show hints of hir skin beneath hir fur, stretched tight around the voluptuous shape of hir supper. Inches more of smooth ebon flesh passed hir lips, bringing Suzie's hips into Lamarra's jaws. It was time for another pause, licking bitch-cream from hir eclair-lizzert, then plunging hir tongue into her flooded depths. That velvety oral muscle squelched richly into Suzie's well-fucked depths, still gaping and oozing, aching pleasantly from the last sex of her life. Lamarra fed every inch shi could up that fluttering canal, teasing the girl's cervix with the tip and chuckling around hir mouthful as muffled cries buzzed from within the cage of hir ribs. Shi tongue-fucked Suzie fiercely, paws massaging and rolling her perfect ass cheeks, while hir mammoth breasts visibly shifted and wobbled with the squirms of the girl behind them. The fur of hir neck, hir throat, twisted and bulged as the snugly-wrapped morsel fought to express her swiftly mounting pleasure. Lamarra soaked a thick digit in hir own drool, and slid it between the girl's chubby buttocks, rubbing the slickness into the cool irised portal hidden there. The squirming inside hir died for a split second, then resumed, more energetic than ever! Grinning around hir treat, the big dog eased hir claw tip through that snug hole, careful as can be...following it with the thickness of hir plush digit.

In and out hir tongue plunged, arching and humping to slide against the slick little pearl of the salamander's clit. Shi left hir finger fully buried in the girl's ass, but swirled it within, working its base against the slick grasp of her desperately-clenching anal gate. Lamarra closed hir eyes, imagining hir dinner hanging upside-down within hir, covered in cum and slobber, almost lost to the world of darkness and overwhelming heat inside the dog. Cocooned by flesh, barely able to move, just a climax away from being dropped into the burbling cauldron stewing just inches beneath her head.

I can understand some of the appeal, shi thought, as hir tongue withdrew to the tip, flicking at Suzie's swollen clit and making hir meal arch inside hir. Surrender, melt away into one more powerful, more beautiful than yourself. Would I ever feel the cliff-diving tug they do, if I met one larger and grander than myself?

Suzie recaptured hir wandering attention with a long quavering cry. It took longer to reach her peak this time around, exhausted as she was, but lizzert-honey surged at last over Lamarra's tongue, ass clenching down hard around hir buried finger. The body strung through Lamarra's digestive tract stiffened, every muscle locked into trembling rigidity, hips jerking in the dog's perpetually-watering mouth.

Out came the finger and the tongue. Lamarra braced and lifted Suzie's legs with a forearm, and gulped heavily, greedily, wolfing the girl down like a late commuter stuffing in a donut.

I love this part. She's so smooth too, it will go even faster. Slip on down honey, you're done with the outside.

The sensation of slippery salamander flesh sliding down hir throat was pure delight, and deep inside weight was shifting as Suzie began to pour from esophagus into stomach. Lamarra kept right on swallowing, dropping a paw down to fondle hir cream-slathered balls as thighs, knees, and calves oozed through hir lips to follow the sinking amphibian. The dog's stomach swelled, bulging out over hir thighs as Suzie balled into it, emptied from hir gullet into the elastic sac. Lamarra's paws flew to hir gut immediately, caressing Suzie's shape through the masking, muffling fat and fur.

Amazing how little she shows on me, the diminutive little minx. The shape of her flexing legs slid down through hir throat, until drool-covered toes passed Lamarra's lips. Hir throat slimmed back to its original dimensions, and just a blue and black mottled tail drooped from hir lips, its length shivering, and positively dripping with dog slobber. Shi stroked hir stomach slowly, and not a little smugly, loving how hir fat masked Suzie's shape and muffled the feel of her. Hir stomach contents twisted and squirmed, and the bitch blinked as the fat tail peeking from hir lips vanished, pulled down hir throat by its owner as she rearranged herself. After a few confused, dog-jiggling moments a webbed hand pressed out into Lamarra's paw, the pressure barely tangible through all the fur and fat separating the two.

"Welcome home, sweetness. Mmmmmm, gods you feel glorious in my tank." Shi tucked hir paws beneath hir lap-overlapping gut, hefting it with a grunt, and let it plop back down with an audible slosh and a great deal of jiggling. "You look lovely on me already, Suzie darling." Lamarra leaned back into the couch with a grand sigh, the effort of hir meal over, and that's when the white face in the window finally caught hir eye.

A mare, a big breed, tall and (usually) proud, was pressed so close to the glass shi wondered how it hadn't cracked yet. Her eyes were wide, and hot panting breaths fogged the pane...the only thing separating the two.

Two in one day? Maybe it's something in the water around here. Mmmmph, gods yes, I'll pile a second course right in on top of you Suzie.

Hir cock stiffened to steel-readiness once more, and spurted a foot-long streamer of precum across the carpet. One of the things about hir diet that turned hir crank the most was indulgence, excess, and here was a glorious opportunity to wallow in it. Shi raised one paw, and beckoned to the mare, speaking loudly enough to be heard through the glass.

"You're next, pony girl."

***

Rachel didn't know why she simply watched the big bitch bounce hir amphibian tart in hir lap instead of rapping sharply on the picture window. She was no voyeur, getting her kicks from watching others writhing in the throes of energetic, impassioned, lewdly-messy sex...

It would be doubly-awkward and rude to interrupt them right in the middle. She felt ridiculous still standing there with the Jello, so she set it in the (shaggy) grass and rolled her eyes as the muffled cries of pleasure drifted to her through the window pane. One word made her ears perk up though.

"Ready?" The huge dog asked hir lover.

Ready for what? She wondered. They'd just rutted like public school prom-dates. Rachel warded off the day's fading sun with a hand across her brow and peered through the glass, heart beating faster. It would be rather harder to explain this focused snooping, if noticed. Inside, the dog leaned down to kiss the girl deeply, but hir lips slid over more than the salamander's mouth. In moments the canine's intentions were clear, and Rachel was digging in her pocket for her cellphone. But...

She isn't fighting. Her arms aren't trapped at all, she's--she _ wants _ this. The dog even asked her if she was ready. Ready to be dinner?! Surely this was some extreme form of kink-play. The bitch would keep swallowing until a signal was given, then cough up the smaller girl.

Dominance, breath-play, fear, sure sounds like the stuff those weirdos are into. But the longer she stood and watched, more slippery black flesh vanishing past hungrily-drooling dog lips, the more ridiculous that self-delusion became. Rachel picked up her hooves slowly, shifting for a better view, and felt her amazingly stiff nipples glide against the material of her bra. Her jaw dropped, sky-blue eyes going wide.

What the _ hell _ is wrong with me? I'm watching a girl being eaten, whole and alive, and I'm _ excited _ by it?! So much so that the continuing meal recaptured her full attention, Rachel pressing her nose nearly against the glass to see every detail. The salamander was hips-deep in the massive dog's body, and by the way her legs quivered and twitched, Rachel could guess the bitch was fulfilling hir prey's unspoken last request. Rachel's eyes roamed her new neighbor's body, but could find almost no indication beyond hir swollen neck that there was a plump lizard mostly enveloped within hir.

Shi's just too fat already! That little slip of a girl is like a drop in the bucket. It would take another girl her size or bigger-- Rachel bit her lip, and felt her mind freeze in its tracks at that line of thought. She sent one hand sliding cautiously down to her skirt, cupping herself through the material, and almost let out an incredulous whinny of anger and fear. She was wet, panties soaked through. Movement inside caught her eye, bringing her head back up.

The dog was tossing hir head back, gulping rapidly, and it seemed with every swallow hir stomach swelled further, rounding out with the mass of the girl--the life--shi had just swallowed whole. Just a bit of tail was all the sign left that another person had ever entered the house with the dog, and in seconds even that was gone. Rachel stared as the bitch caressed hir bloated gut, spoke to hir supper, lifting hir overloaded belly and letting it slap back down onto hir lap. All the while the mare's thoughts spun in a tight wheel.

Will shi let her out now? It's over, throw her up! There's still time! No, don't...don't cheapen her gift. She gave herself to you. She's all yours. She'll never see the light of day again.

Her eyes were glued to the dog's subtly-shifting stomach so intently, she never noticed hir spot her face in the window.

"You're next, pony girl."

Her head flew up, strands of mane escaping the bun she wore it in. Pale blue eyes met ice-green ones, eyes that knew with unshakable certainty that their owner had nothing to fear from Rachel.

Her hands shook and moved as if a lover was guiding them. "Oh god." There was no jerkiness, no puppet-like quality to the movement, just a sense of detachment as they unbuttoned her shirt, unhooked her bra, then worked skirt and panties together down and off her long legs. "Oh god." Naked on her own street, bare to the eyes of anyone who might happen by, her cheeks burned with shame for only a moment.

It won't matter much longer. Such a thought! It didn't feel like anything that could've come from her mind, but it bubbled up from the depths and left warm mare honey oozing down her thighs. She left clothes and Jello behind, crossing the lawn to the dog's door, opening it. "What am I doing...?" She stepped through, shut it behind her, and just stood in the entry hall for a moment.

The air smelled of sex, of clean sweat, and faintly of fresh baked bread. That was a realtor's trick, baking a loaf to make the house smell domestic and cozy to prospective buyers. Steeling herself, Rachel took two steps and turned the corner to peer into the living room. Perhaps 'den' was a far more appropriate word, given its owner.

"What a pretty pony," the dog sighed out, drinking in the sight of Rachel. Levering hirself up off the couch with a deep grunt, Lamarra padded towards her, belly swaying ever so slightly to the left and right with hir gait. Rachel stood frozen, hands choking each other, silky tail hanging still. Lamarra reached her, and wrapped thick warm paws around each of her shoulders. Shi pressed down, firmly, and Rachel sank to her knees awkwardly, not at all used to the motion. One heavy paw rose to cup the back of her head, nudging her mane and finishing its undoing. Lamarra pulled her head in, mooshing her face right into the jutting roundness of hir gut.

Movement rolled beneath sinfully thick layers of fat and hir coat of short glossy fur. Rachel bit her lip, a whimper surging up out of her throat. One slender-fingered hand stole down to her crotch, strumming her clit, as if there could be no other response. Half-formed thoughts of making a deal with the dog for a half-way experience, or only voyeuristically enjoying hir meals melted instantly. What had been a bonfire outside was a volcano in the dog's presence, smelling hir, feeling devoured prey squirming in hir gluttonous depths.

"That's Suzie," Shi whispered, gently grinding hir belly along Rachel's face. She nuzzled back in turn, feeling more of that fat-smothered shape, and hearing the low liquid sounds of Lamarra's stomach starting to realize a meal had arrived in its clutches. "But not for much longer. Soon she'll just be more of me. And you lovely pony, you want to be my lard too, don't you?"

The crude word was like a slap in the face, and Rachel tried to jerk her head up to stare at the dog, but shi used just a bit of pressure to make her relent, leaving her face pillowed on that fat, gurgling stomach. "I want to join Suzie," she breathed, "and become your...l-l-lard."

Lamarra laughed, tail wagging fiercely, and hugged Rachel harder into hir belly's yielding softness and the firmer mass buried beneath all that pudge. "Kiss Suzie goodbye honey, she'll be...asleep by the time you join her. I'm Lamarra, if it slipped my mind. I tend to forget niceties when staring at horsies. I'd call them a guilty pleasure but I've never once felt guilty about anything I've done with you beautiful ponies."

Rachel nuzzled as deeply as she could into Lamarra's fat, and planted a kiss against the bulk inside. "Goodbye Suzie. See you soon!" She called out, feeling vaguely ridiculous until the dog's stomach contents shifted, and she felt a hand muffledly brush her nose. Released from the bitch's paws, Rachel stood, not quite coming up to the dog's chin. "I'm Rachel Pennweather. W, welcome to the neighborhood Lamarra."

"Welcome to mine, Rachel." Lamarra gape-grinned, washing her face in hot humid breath, before dragging hir tongue across the mare's fine-featured muzzle. "Mmmm, gods I love mares. Does your husband eat you out, hon?" Shi sank down towards the thick carpeting, a paw riding lightly on Rachel's hip to urge her along.

"No, we don't...we don't do that." She felt her head filling up with protests and worries, then simply pulled the plug and let them drain away with the re-realization: this time tomorrow I'll be nothing but curves on this delicious canine. Riding on that thought, she let Lamarra settle her down on her back, and part her thighs wide.

"He doesn't know what he missed out on." Lamarra seeped hot breath over Rachel's folds, pink, swollen and dripping wet. "Mares taste better than anyone," shi growled, winking up at hir prey over Rachel's breasts. Out came that tongue, and Lamarra striped her crotch with drool, avoiding even her labia entirely at first. Rachel squirmed, ears flicking nervously, and tried to crane her neck enough to watch.

"Relax buttercup, and just feel it." Lamarra chuckled, and nipped a marble-white thigh. Rachel snorted, but obeyed, laying her head back and letting her eyes slide shut. The carpet was warm with soaked-up sunshine, and thick enough to be quite comfortable. She could focus on the ministrations of her predator. A scrape of teeth along her thigh, a puff of breath over the plush disc of her clitoris; Lamarra tuned her up like a harp, twisting and plucking until with a breathy cry, Rachel produced the note shi wanted.

Slimy, slobber-soaked dog tongue glided up her left outer petal, and descended along the right lip, before the tip sank between the two to ease back up towards her clit again.

I wonder how much of Suzie's flavor still lingers on hir tongue? Mine is washing it away now, surely, she mused, and raised one hoof to stroke it over the heavily hanging softness of Lamarra's gut. It jiggled in response, but very gently. The sounds roiling in the bitch's depths were louder than ever, lewd and liquid, and all that they suggested made the mare's sex ooze all the more swiftly. The thirstily-lapping dog couldn't fail to notice, of course.

"You hear it, honey-hooves?" Shi paused to twist hir head, sucking a thick labial petal between hir lips and nursing on it a moment, drawing hir head back to tug on it. When Lamarra released it, Rachel realized she'd bent her body like a bow, and now thumped back to the carpet with a gasp. "Suzie's just about done being Suzie. Her body has nearly given up the fight...the fight against being my body." A long gurgle penetrated Lamarra's fat and fur, before the dog straightened up a moment. Hir lips parted around a gargantuan belch, the sultry blast of air propelling streamers of drool across Rachel's stomach and breasts. Shi licked hir chops, and reached down to caress hir middle, slightly less distended without that volume of air trapped within. "Mmmmm. Gods she feels so good in there...and you'll feel even better packed in there with her, my lovely." Shi showed Rachel hir teeth in a grin that dripped lust, a lust for the entirety of Rachel and not just two or three luscious bits of her. "I'm a greedy pup. If your stallion were here, and willing, I'd stuff him down right after you. If your neighbors dropped by for tea after that and could be persuaded, I'd do my best to cram them into my belly too. I don't know when to stop," shi cooed, before slipping hir paws beneath Rachel's rump and pulling her hips up off the floor. Nosing down shi burrowed between Rachel's netherlips, cool nose and blocky muzzle-tip nudging them aside. This time when that tongue poured forth, it simply slithered down inside her, a rush of slippery pleasure flooding her nectar-washed depths.

Unprepared for that slick filling, Rachel grabbed fistfuls of carpeting, and let her thighs drift in to squeeze Lamarra's heavy skull. With her hips in the air, she had very little in the way of leverage, and found that she could do nothing to escape that maddening tongue. It thrusted within her, skimming the roof of her burning-hot passage, then slipping along its floor, varying pressure and speed while those ice-green eyes watched her with sly glee. Lamarra wasn't being neat or dainty about this, spilling saliva and mare cream from her upturned loins like an overflowing chalice of flexing, quivering need. Some ran down the cleft of her ass, ticklishly sliding over the puffy pucker of her anus.

When Lamarra reached beneath the couch and pulled a tremendously fat dildo from beneath it, Rachel twisted, her buttocks clenching in abject horror! Lamarra just winked, and reaching back, plunked the toy down on the rug beneath hir. Shi changed hir kneeling stance, squinting in concentration, then growled hir pleasure as neglected loins were filled with smooth silicone. That done, shi turned hir full attention back on Rachel, pulling back from her dripping groin with a gape-grin.

"You taste as divine as you look, honey-hoss. Now give me your pretty hooves. I'll tuck them someplace warm."

She brushed limp, sweat-dampened strands of mane out of her face, and shyly lifted one hoof, then the other, letting Lamarra cup and guide them towards hir jaws. Shi opened that maw wide, making a great show of those pointy gleaming teeth, and at the same time letting hir slobber run all over Rachel's legs. It was warm at first, but quickly cooled as the room's air hit the soaked portions of her coat. Rachel yearned towards the heat that even now enveloped her hooves, tongue curiously caressing the gleaming steel of her shoes before roaming up over keratin, then fetlocks. She heard more than felt when her hooves entered the dog's throat, squelching into that soft slimy abyss. Her eyes moved up from Lamarra's devouring jaws to hir eyes, seeing the pure pleasure and greed there.

_ It's...flattering. So strange, but it is. Shi wants me so badly, and is happy as a pup with a new bone to have me._ Rachel shivered once more, and let her hands rise to her breasts, tweaking and rolling her swollen pink nipples between slender fingers. For shi really does have me now. A rescue squad could arrive and offer to pull me out and ship hir to China, and I'd turn them down. She wasn't yet inside Lamarra's belly, but she might as well have been; it was that inevitable by now. She watched those long legs of hers, legs trained since she was a filly to run, jump, bend and stretch in the 'airs above the ground,' first for her family and then for the military. She watched them slide past doggy lips, their muscular bulk swelling hir neck, pressed more and more snugly together as Lamarra sheathed them in that grasping, undulating gullet. She winced at the gruesome pop of Lamarra's jaw dislocating, but when the canine showed no sign of discomfort, let the disturbing sound slip from her mind.

Rachel's grip tightened on her breasts, fingers denting the large, proud globes while Lamarra tenderly prodded her thighs with hir teeth, denting the flesh with wet points. Then muscular thighs too were gone, swallowed up and in, while a fresh wash of hot drool ran down to re-coat her hips and splash her stomach. Though she was expecting it, it was no less intense when the bitch's tongue delved within her a second time. Lamarra's breath huffed rapidly through hir nose, mouth too stuffed with statuesque mare to help draw air. Shi suckled on hir pony treat while tongue-fucking her overheated depths, now not letting a single drop of Rachel's copious feminine liqueur escape.

"Lords above, Lamarra...what a note to go out on." She could see the dog widening hir knees' stance, and bouncing leisurely on hir toy, filling the air with another layer of soft wet sounds. She winked her satin sex around the foot of tongue buried in her heat, and thrilled to feel the oral muscle squirm against her smothering walls.

The temperature of the den seemed to drop by the second the longer her lower half remained buried in the dog's maw and throat. She craved the deep, penetrating heat of the bitch's body, longing to sink into it like a hot spring. Rachel spared a hand from her bust to caress Lamarra's muzzle, stroking its shape, then running a fingertip along hir lips to trace the wet stretched line of them. Soon they would be closing over her head, sealing her behind them forever. Lamarra chose that moment to withdraw her tongue from the mare's slippery recesses, sending the tip dancing around her clit in slick little orbits. Rachel arched her back sharply, letting a full-throated whinny bounce around the room! Her climax crashed down upon her like a hammer, flattening her to the floor once more and locking every muscle into place. The big bitch moaned around hir mouthful at the taste of Rachel's thick girlcum, surging from her core to splatter the dog's tongue and gush down hir throat, coating the legs trailing down that rippling passage.

Those gulps tractored Rachel deeper once again before she'd finished quivering, the toned plane of her stomach claimed by the ravenous grrl. Lamarra's rump and hips plunged up and down, impaling hirself on that toy again and again, while hir thick lube oozed down the faux-cock's length to soak the rug.

Rachel caressed Lamarra's lips, then tucked her hand beneath them, sliding her arm down...sinking it past teeth that combed her damp coat and into wet heat to find her flushed mound. Curling her fingers, she sank her middle finger within herself, trembling as the sensitized canal swallowed the digit. She tucked and sank her other arm in along her side, binding herself in Lamarra's body, removing the last of her own mobility. Lamarra swallowed ceaselessly, muscles marching up Rachel's body in massaging waves, inexorably pulling her deeper into hir demanding depths. Some time ago she'd felt her hooves encounter some resistance, then push through into greater heat and slopping fluid. By the time Lamarra's nose arrived between her breasts, she was up to her knees in that steamy stomach. Lamarra sat up by degrees, and now the mare felt gravity assisting her slide down into the dog's waiting guts. Hir tongue cupped Rachel's back, the broad slab of flesh wagging back and forth to slather more clear, food-lubricating slime over the equine's coat. She fingered herself swiftly, and moaned all the louder when she heard Lamarra drop a paw down to hir cock and began to stroke hirself. Pleasuring both sexes at once while shi finished hir meal...Rachel must really have the doggy's fire stoked!

Lamarra lipped up over Rachel's big delicious breasts, delighting in how her nipples dragging along hir palate before the orbs crowded together and were caught by hir next big gulp. Rachel sank neck-deep into the dog, tongue now working through her sweat-damp mane, soaking it further with hir slobber. They could feel each other's racing hearts easily by now, and in fact, they weren't far from one another at the moment...thud-thudding away just inches apart.

Just muscle, fat, and a bit of bone separating them. Those distinctions will be gone in a few more hours. I'll mingle in hir, and be anonymous pounds of pudge worn proudly.

"Will you remember me, doggy, or am I just another morsel?" She murmured, not really expecting a response given how stuffed Lamarra's jaws were. Shi replied all the same, over and over, to be sure she understood.

"Always, always, always."

Rachel closed her eyes as darkness loomed over her face, canine jaws closing over her eyes.

***

One more swallow dragged all but Rachel's nose and lips within, leaving them framed by the canine's black shining chops. Shi licked over the pony's mouth, and smiled as she licked back at the dog's tongue, a shy little oral caress that was all the movement available to her.

"Goodbye," Rachel whispered, voice quaking with fear and wonder both. Lamarra shook hir head, slowly and deliberately to be certain the mare felt it. Another heavy gulp drew her head entirely inside, leaving trailing lengths of mane drooping from Lamarra's lips. Shi scooped all that up with a single lick of hir chops, tucking it up and in with the rest of the mare, then swallowed mightily, stuffing Rachel down with a groan.

"Not goodbye. Welcome home." The huge lump of equine meat descended slowly, leaving hir neck, Rachel's mass making hir breasts jut further out from hir chest. Foot by foot she slid, folding into the dog's already-full stomach, swelling it ever-rounder and heavier. Finally Rachel was tucked away entirely, and Lamarra couldn't quite wrap hir arms entirely around the swell of hir gut. Shi shut hir eyes, listening to the mare grunt inside hir, pleasuring herself as stomach mucus oozed over her beautiful coat. Shi had imagined many times how oppressive the heat and humidity must be in hir belly, how cramped it had to be, how well-padded it must feel with all its previous guests lining it...

Lamarra came with a sharp bark and a lengthy growl, trailing off slowly to labored breathing. Dense ivory spunk geysered from hir fat prick, splattering the underside of hir enormous gut and oozing to the floor in dollops and ropes. Hir pussy strangled the dildo as it convulsed and spurted ounces of goop around the intruder, soaking hir tail, balls, the rug, and more. Leaving the toy in, shi scooted to rest hir back against the couch, and caressed Rachel's shape through hir fur and flesh, reveling guiltlessly in how stuffed and heavy shi felt. Breathing was an effort, hir lungs compressed by the distended bulk of hir belly.

It's worth it, every twinge and gasp for breath, every aching muscle. Shi squeezed hir sloshing, overstuffed tank with hir thighs, groaning as its slick matted underside ground against hir shaft, no longer rock-hard but nowhere near soft.

Hir belly lurched, bulges appearing just beneath each massive breast as Rachel braced herself within, back arching sharply as climax tore through her. The full-throated whinny was adorably muted by Lamarra's flesh, and the dog patted hir gut with a grin.

"Almost a shame you discovered these new pleasures just before the end love, but you'll quiver through countless more creamy peaks as part of me, no fear. Mmmm, quivering will be all you'll do from now on, in fact," shi giggled, giving hir gut a slap to set ripples propagating across the broad mound of furred fat. Rachel squirmed and moaned a response before settling down, letting Lamarra relax hirself, a quiet "Urrrp--" escaping hir muzzle. The dog's mouth still watered, Rachel's flavors lingering wonderfully, and shi let the slobber ooze freely from dark lips while hir heavy paws kneaded in at hir increasingly-noisy belly.

Shadows flitted across the window. Hir ears flicked at a sound of shoes on the sidewalk, a snatch of conversation and the rattle of a casserole dish's glass lid. The doorbell rang. Lamarra's drooling picked up.

This neighborhood's welcoming committee is going to kill me...