FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A calm atmosphere lingered around in the somber lighting of a sprawling room as individual creatures, ranging from the most exotic to commonly seen, roamed generally alone. Well polished wood flooring helped to reflect what little light was given off from the ceiling lights affixed in specific angles to give attention to certain areas versus others. Lighter violet to deep red coloration of seats, booths, and curtains along the walls helped set up a sultry mood when combined with dancing platforms or simple designated spots on cleared out segments on the floor. It was clearly a higher standing private cabaret with a couple extra twists hidden upon the premise.

Business practices were extremely commonplace inside, but for reasons other than simply an exchange of material goods or money. A casual observer new to the establishment would think more that it was a place which dwelled on delicacies for the palette, or so one would assume, given the engorged bellies on patrons and employees alike. It also appeared that all prejudices amongst any species of creature thought fathomable had no place, for depending on the time or where one looked a different portion of the animal kingdom, no matter how alien, could be found. Having reached a point in the evening where twilight had faded there would be an influx of patrons. Dance sections of the floors would be fitted with a single alluring creature, made to fit the fancy of any other species.

Two individuals came in from the only public entrance and exit elevator for the cabaret. Standing near to the same height as one another, they both looked in different directions; giving the sight away that they were completely new to the style of entertainment. The male, being just barely taller than the female he stood next to, were of similar likeness to give hints that they were likely twins. The brother having a beautiful flowing mane while the sister being much more simple with light yellow fur; both giving an air of regality that is common simply being lions.

Quickly after dropping their overcoats off at the front desk and being greeted in earnest to the cabaret, they set out and kept to the side walls if only to be able to watch as much as they could at any given time. Dancers had gotten upon designated metal poles which would steal much of their attention. While most would be quite lithe to showcase how limber and tantalizing their movements would be, a rare few would have a distinctly rounded gut which bobbed and swayed with exaggerated weight. At times clear movements and silhouettes would make themselves visible inside the bellies, causing the twins to look at each other with an anxious gaze while holding hands tightly. They knew they had come to the right place.

In truth the twins were looking for a specific individual. In either of their hands that were on opposing sides of one another would be a small parchment with a tiny green crystal cut in the shape of a diamond. The brother thumbed over his occasionally, as it in itself was a sort of game. The small jewel, presumably fairly worthless, was told to warm itself the closer it got to a base that it was meant to fit inside. This cabaret was where it had given off the most heat, and it seemed to strengthen as the two neared a back corner. Both siblings stared ahead at what they saw. They were stunned, not quite because they couldn't believe what the say, but just from amazement alone.

Sitting upon a large cushion would be a large brown mass of fur shaped into something extremely specific but rarely ever seen in person. A wolf would be seen lazing there, wearing only small square glasses and a leather pack hanging off the side of his body. What made him so unique to those sitting or standing near his person was the fact of him having a feral wolf body along with the upright anthropomorphic body that was the norm. Just from a simple glance one could pick up on his overall mood; casual and relaxed as the wolftaur greeted fellow patrons while watching with upward curved lips when some dancers hit his line of sight at a more satisfying angle. His ears perked after a few moments as from the corner of his eye he noticed the two lions slinking towards him along the wall. Moreover he looked down to see the two cards they held, and particularly at the gems upon them, as though recognizing.

"Well now, here's two patrons I didn't expect to see tonight. I wasn't aware of any contributors to the organization coming at this time." His voice was warm and rang in the ears of the approaching two with a happy tone.

"Organization? I, uh, well she won these cards from a random raffle at work. My sister I mean, Cleo here next to me." The brother stated, holding up his card. He was mostly confused to the situation, as the paper gave no indication to what was expected. His tone helped indicate that the sister likely knew more, but hadn't said a thing about it.

"What Vince here is trying to say, is, that he's glad to meet you. That and I am as well, Taris." She had a chirp to her voice that fluttered in the air above other voices, and being legitimately excited it would seem. His name was clearly marked on the cards, and was only to be redeemed by him.

Reaching up Cleo would extend a hand for a shake while looking up and down the front of the taur's body. She was definitely more than interested in learning about the inner workings of that body, or so Taris would surmise given the bright glow of curiosity in the eyes. Vince just looked over to her while wondering why she had known the wolf's name while he hadn't been told a thing. In the second which passed Taris simply took the hand with a gentle grasp, leaning down to ensure she didn't feel too dwarfed. There was that tendency to cause others to feel too small when one saw a feral wolf with the height of a ten nine foot person.

"Oh, and here! The reservations for the Tauric Donation Organization. One for each of us!" Cleo chimed happily while offering that to the taur, while swiping it with a quick motion from her brother who seemed to finally take an interest in that he was speaking to a creature he had never actually seen in person.

Looking over the two cards carefully to ensure that they were genuine, there was a grin on Taris's face. Seeing the proper signatures and hidden instructions of the words typed onto the paper, he'd reach into the pack on his side. As though it were a practiced routine he'd pull out two small and blue metallic objects in the shape of a flat octagon. In the center he'd place the crystals; one stand for each. There they would seem to float before he placed them back into his knapsack with a grin.

"Well then, seems everything is in order. Might we head back to your house then? It seems you both got a more premium treatment paid for you." With those words he'd stand up with a stretch and walk towards the door, having the lion siblings follow on either side of him.

Checking out to regain any extra clothing that they dropped off at the coat check, the two lions took the lead with the wolftaur following none too far behind. A wily grin came from the husky behind the counter while nodding to Taris. It was clear to the canine what was going to happen latter in the night. Even if it wasn't going to take place at the cabaret he was simply happy that patrons could come, stay for a while, and leave happy.

"Hey, hold onto this for me, would ya? This patron is expected to be coming... back any minute now. Wouldn't want to have them coming back to a place that was too disorientating for them."

"No problem Taris. You three just make sure to stay safe now... and make sure to find a warm place quickly, eh? It's a bit chilly outside." The husky would nod once again with a larger grin as the three rounded a corner to the left before bending and placing the device beneath the counter.

If one was close enough they would be able to witness the two siblings shivering slightly at the words with unbridled anticipation. Looking to the single elevator around the corner would reveal how it was designed more to look like some sort of pod rather than a simple room to walk into that opened from the wall. A simple press of the button revealed the red colored area within as the siblings walked within. Ducking down Taris would always experience a slight bit of compression inside the elevator. It was something the establishment needed to take care of; providing larger accommodations to those species who required it.

Still this would result in a teasing action that Taris was happy to take advantage of. The circular room helped shape his longer lower torso in a semi-circle, wrapping around the two siblings as he walked behind and around them. Rearing up slightly onto his hindpaws to act as if he were trying to give the two as much room as possible to expose the underside of his body just well enough for the two. As Taris pressed a button for the ground floor exit and the door closed, he used the opportunity of even less space being perceived as an excuse to squeeze around the two. Huddled close, the mane of the brother was felt against the conditioned fur of the wolftaur whilst the delicate fur of the sister would be right along with it. Both the side of their heads were pressed against Taris's flank as all three felt the shift in gravity as the elevator moved downwards. Despite the machine having a fairly clunky series of sounds as it moved, showing again perhaps the outdated nature, the two smaller heads shifted just enough to press tight against the side of the belly on the taur. Transferring to them would be a quiet chorus of gurgling and very specific growling taking place. Smiling down to the two, Taris noticed at they weren't actually looking up at him to view the face. The sibling's eyes went wide in surprise, yet with hidden excitement, as they knew well they were being teased in a small fashion. Vince's closest arm slowly bent down and along so his hand would be able to apply a gentle stroke against the belly fur. Abruptly breaking him out of trance, the steam-like sounds from the door opening to reveal their destination indicated their arrival and right to the outside. It was an efficient system if nothing else; having the elevator take one directly to the parking lot from a building hanging above.

"Hm, Vince was right. It is rather chilly out here. Best get a move on." Taris chirped happily as he broke the scene by being the first to squirm on out. He could almost feel the tension in Vince's muscles from being broken out of giving such a lovely action.

"We came in our own car Taris but, well, I don't think we were ever expecting to drive someone of your person home." Vince would claim; his voice having a much more uplifted tone than from before.

"Hey don't worry! I know this city backwards and forwards. I run the last bus routes, and the cards had your address. I'll just meet you there. Bet I'll beat you, too."

With out another word Taris hurried along in a direction that caused Vince to scratch his head and shake it at the same time. Apparently he thought that would be a longer route as both siblings took their own path home.

"You know, sis, don't you think this is kind of strange? I mean, sure inviting someone home for some fun is grand and all, but didn't you see the people in there? I think.. they were eating each other."

"W-what makes you say that?"

"For one you just stuttered, and you're always hiding something when you do that so it seemed pretty obvious to me. Besides what was up with that crystal? Also what was up with that donation part?"

"You worry too much. Just relax and have a good time tonight. I mean, seriously, people just eating each other?" She ended the sentence with a soft chuckle, but looked out the window in nervousness. It wasn't that she was afraid of being eaten, for she had a few secrets that were kept from her brother, but more that she didn't think Vince would catch on. Brothers are never that perceptive after all.

The rest of the ride home was a quiet one, but the siblings wouldn't mind. There was a twin telepathy between them in the case of their emotions, and both knew that the either were quite excited for the night even if one of them was concerned. Constant bright lights from buildings and signs transitioned to periodic lighting from street lamps as they came to their neighborhood and home. Pulling along Vince could hardly believe it; letting out a sigh and smacking his palm to his forehead.

"So about that bet, Vince... you never try to plan the shortest route against a transporter like me."

Taris was sitting upright next to the door of the house and arms folded to give himself the look of absolute boredom and exaggerating the fact of him having won and been waiting for likely quite some time. Moving off to the side of the doorway to allow the twins access to the door, there was no time wasted in ensuring that the honored guest be allowed inside. Once within the house the siblings quickly removed anything covering their feet while overcoats were tossed aside despite there clearly being a place to properly hang them. Taris simply looked around with a warm smile on his face, looking down at the two and investigating their actions silently. The home itself seemed fairly well kept but that didn't seem to be much of a surprise given the neighborhood itself had a likely standard.

With how swift their movements were one was able to recognize just how anxious they were to play out the rest of their night, with him being such a highly esteemed and honorary guest. Cleo's tail could be seen waving along in the air upright as she zoomed along the hallway, which would be taken more as a beckoning call for the taur to follow than anything else. A rich scent of lilac filled Taris's nose at this point which helped one to keep a mellow mood despite the excited energies flooding the air as the two in front opened a door. Rounding the corner and into their supposed room the two welcomed the taur upon the bed to set up what ever position he wished. It wasn't the largest bed, a queen size from glance, but that in truth just helped to spring an idea into his mind.

While Vince was still busying himself with stripping his body and Cleo had taken nearly everything off, Taris beckoned her forth by gently grasping her hand with his own while stepping upon the bed; the poor gal stumbling along while chuckling in her own amusement while just barely having removed all her clothing. Helping pull her up while he simply stood atop to allow the lioness to sit and lean back as the larger furry body loomed over her own. Taris matched the size of the bed fairly closely and thus in this case those below him would have their view obscured entirely by his body. A rich blush adorned Cleo's face, only known to her from the heat of blood rushing through her veins as fur obscured the red, as the angle of eyesight had her gaze directly at the hanging testes crowned by a plump sheath. Looking back, Taris raised a brow along with the side of his lip which Vince was able to see. It was more than enough information needed to relay a message, even if it caught Vince off guard as he stared gleefully at the same orbs his sister was made to watch.

Twin telepathy seemed to take place as Taris let out a deep sigh from a sensual massage. Cleo rested back slightly further while her tail flickered along and hung over the side of the bed to show contentedness; angling once again to keep the prize in her line of sight while reaching down with the balls of her feet. Soft paw pads pressed on either side of the sheath while toes curled up and over while the heels pressed together. It was almost ritualistic with how her toes pressed along the upper side of the sheath in patterns that seemed to elicit an abnormally powerful impulse of pleasure. Taris slowly pressed up against the wall behind the head of the bead as the brother was felt ever so gently wrapping the balls within the palm of his hands and spreading the fingers along. They seemed to be a perfect fit in the hands as they twisted as if simulating a ball bearing trying to connect in place. Two different sets of silken fur was enough to create a friction between the taur's orbs and the lion's appendages to bring forth an alluring tingling.

No more time or additional action was required to bring forth an erection from the honored guest. Within moments Cleo's toes were spread apart as the shaft bulged out from within the sheath. Her soft black pads were able to give a gentle massage simply with their presence and the fleeting grip that they did contain. Despite their cushioned feel the texture itself was still quite gritty, and once the shaft made itself present and subject to grind against it, nothing less than a shiver would travel down Taris's spine as the sensations only spurred forth quicker growth. Vince remained teasing from behind with careful ministrations and delicate strokes that one would sooner think was meant for playing upon a harp than pleasuring another creature. He seemed to know exactly where the most advantageous areas to press against were located to fire up any dormant nerve endings. With Cleo's legs bent and her having scooted downwards to close just enough space was closed so that the soon-to-be fully erect tip of the wolf's member lay just barely prodding against the loins of the lioness; the warmth of her body flooding through his senses from that relatively small surface area.

More than enough teasing had taken place at this point and Taris took the first motions to showing it. Lowering his hindquarters down Vince's eyes would go wide as his forward snout, likely coming forwards to add a new sensation, would have his vision obscured by the testicles he had been massaging before. A swell of rich musk subdued any squirms of surprise he had as the scent quickly quelled him and sent a rush of adoration to his sexually orientated mind. Cleo would have her legs spreading away from each other by an action she may not have been fully prepared for as the wolf's shaft lay down parallel with her nethers with just a slight angle downwards, having been enough to keep the region spread. Resting his body atop of her own for nary a second his forelegs wrapped beneath her body and gripped solid. Without warning Taris rolled in place on the bed, completely ruining any form or pattern to the sheets with the pillows simply falling off to the side. The result would be more than tantalizing, as with Taris's upper body resting against the wall behind him would allow for quite the show. Vince was left in a daze with a silly grin on his face, having the experience of witnessing the back loins of the taur with much more clarity.

Cleo would be in a much different position than when she had started out. She found herself slowly sliding as gravity took hold, but in a way that worked much more to both Taris and her own advantage. The angle of his shaft had thus changed, and with her not laying on top resulted in her downward slope simplifying an issue of when she was to actually take the mount. Movements not yet prepared for would equate to a much more genuine ripple of squeezes from the vaginal canal to bring forth an intense wave of bliss for Taris. In truth Cleo never actually managed to size up just how large the shaft would be, but now that she was essentially sitting atop of it she began to grasp the situation.

Nothing would deter her from taking the flesh within her own, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have troubles. Taking any situation dry was difficult enough as it was while the meat of a taur was proving to be exceptionally difficult due to the impressive girth. While the tapered tip helped initially with piercing within the velvety flesh it was what followed that became a problem. If not for Vince from behind coming up to help ease the issue with a soft press to her back with a massage down the sides, and Taris including his own unique massage and pushing down against her shoulders with his forepaws it likely would have taken a considerable amount of time. A concoction of feminine spice along with the wolf's pre-seed helped to buffer the lack of lubricant, and after one more push from Taris's paws and a quick thrust upwards there was enough give to fully penetrate the lioness.

Quiet gasps escaped Cleo's mouth while her eyes clenched tight; those lids acting perhaps as an indicator of another location squeezing in resistance. Stark opposition from pushing any further relayed information to Taris that he had hit the cervical muscle and that his shaft worked from here on out to stretched the interior of her body to a limit. If it wasn't enough for her, Vince had helped angle her along with himself to ensure that he'd be able to mount along with Taris, spreading further apart Cleo's lips.

Working into a methodical gyration Taris took the lead position with slow retractions followed with much sharper thrusts. This helped to create a leverage point for Vince to more easily press within his sister. Two hardened rods of flesh grinded together to create a variance in the flesh that was already accustomed to and wrought an exponentially raising level of pleasure for not only the two males but the lioness somehow dealing with it all. Fresh and calming lilac scent in the house slowly faded and blended with the musk and aroma of the three's interactions to further entrench their minds within a deeply sexual precipice.

Losing himself to his own bliss, Taris went to forgo any buildup and led straight to the heart of the situation at hand. His hips sunk within the foamy bed mattress with strong feral hips and using the tension to rebound upwards and pierce within the lioness with enough force to ensure he'd properly hilt time and time again. Vince was more or less forced to drag along with the larger male, riding on the taur's underside almost in the way his sister had been doing, but wouldn't seem to find any complaints with it as he simply squirmed and helped to create different angles, and offset Taris every now and again to keep the actions unpredictable and that much more enticing. Movements became more restrictive as a pressure began to push against the base of Vince's shaft, as the girth which Cleo was made to take in corresponded directly to it; the canine knot beginning to show its form on the wolftaur's shaft.

Flesh within the vaginal canal wrapped tight enough against the two male's shafts that both could mistake it for being part of their own, as there was such a distinct lack of space between the touching sexes once the knot began taking full form. Vince, having been teased for much too long prior for his personality, led quickly to an orgasm which he simply could not hold back for any longer. Wrapping his arms around his sister's upper torso, obstructing the sensual massages that Taris brought to the shoulders. Heated liquid sprayed within his sister and along the taur's own flesh from the inside while the sensation brought forth a squeezing set of convulsions from Cleo. Pulling out halfway through the climax, as the pressure between the tight space and Taris's knot became too great, brought just enough sudden friction in the height of each others motions that it was enough to bring the taur to his own height. A winding and deeply pleasured whine barely passed his lips as one final thrust took his shaft to deeper levels than before; the cervix itself being pierced as the vaginal canal managed to keep within and hold the knot. Injecting directly within the womb, albeit just barely, the much more luscious flesh inside spurred on a grander and more drawn out orgasm than what would be previously expected. Squirming and thrusting barely to help bring forth any pleasure in their erratic states barely relieved the situation any more than what time itself could allow. The buildup of liquids thanks to the knot helped all the more to usher in a time of great bliss, for neither Taris nor Cleo's sexual fluids would make an escape with the binding knot in place.

What was merely a few moments in time, or so one would think, was drawn out to feel as if they were a long an enjoyable several hours as the relaxation point took place directly after the orgasm. Resting within Cleo, Vince lay completely back while slumping partially against the wall behind him. He turned himself into an extension of the bed in this way, for Cleo to awkwardly lay on his belly while still mounting and with Vince to the side. For several minutes the three would simply lay there in a huddle to enjoy in the afterglow with one another. Vince would idly shuffle his position to the point that his feet would now be facing towards Taris's face. With slow strokes of his tongue and gentle pats with his hands there would be a slow and methodical method to cleaning what ever mess he may have made of the taur's fur. With the knot dying down after the time had passed, Cleo would casually move herself to a position similar to her brother.

Brown fur clumped between Vince's fingers as he struggled to keep himself laying on his belly with out feeling as if he'd roll away with the bulging belly he now possessed; a noticeable warmth could be felt to Taris as that gut pressed against his own. Cleo's fingers tactfully danced along the still erect shaft, being teased just enough to stay up, so that she could evidently give it a proper cleaning. Her coarse feline tongue brought through an intense tingling in its own right, as was noted how his toes would clench along with the eyelids. Evidently after the orgasms which had taken place it seemed to increase the bliss in multiples. Every stroke of the tongue wiping away the concoction of sexual fluids; each movement being topped with a soft touch of her nose to the tip to wallow in the addictive scent as well to bring the extra feeling of genuine joy to Taris.

With the four feet so close to his face though Taris would decide it time to seal the night off with what he was meant to come here for in the first place. Looking down at the two with rotund bellies helped him realize just how much more satisfying his donations are when properly tended and filled. The broad muscle within his mouth reached forth to plant itself perfectly beneath the feet of the two lions. The tip of it hooked beneath a couple heels as the length plastered itself against the pads of those feet to draw out a reaction. Feeling them push against his tongue in a natural reaction to feeling wet slime dull other senses beneath the feet, the tongue weaved across the appendages with deliberate movements and skills just for the simple act of ensnaring them in comfort while helping drag what ever caught inside the mouth. In a matter of moments the ankles would become drenched in a deluge of saliva as they were pressed down against the soft of the tongue while at the same time forced to glide against the bumpy palette adorning the top of the mouth. A combined noise of wet squishing and a spine-tingling tickling feeling of spongy slime against their feet was finally enough to have the two tear their attentions away from the loins of the taur and to his face.

Both could hardly believe their eyes as the Taris's mouth began to stretch beyond the realm of normalcy for any other creature they had come across. His tongue created a wave-like image with how it bent and contorted to the legs; arching upwards around the legs to hold them together while the trough was formed when moving beneath the legs, and between all of it the pliable muscle felt pressing up when between the legs as if stuck to them. Drooling out with the muscle would be long strands of saliva slowly mucking along the underside of the tongue, if not sticking to the soft fur upon the legs. Blasts of warm air coming from deep within the throat of the wolf helped upset the saliva on the palette of the mouth. Widened enough to give space between it and the legs there too the twins could gaze how the thick globs of liquid would ooze down and along their fur. Both couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of their drenched legs being further disheveled by the breath from within.

It was at this point that the brother could be felt squirming in a stance more of being worried and even somewhat confused as to the situation. Taris was able to detect much more about one's emotions than may be thought just by the simple wiggling of Vince's toes as the throat flesh squeezed and pulled with enough force to fill the gap between those toes. The sister, on the other hand, simply stretched her legs as much as possible while quietly moaning as she blatantly basked in the sensation of being slowly enveloped by the taur. A slight twitch in her body movements helped to signify perhaps that it wasn't quite what she expected to have happen considering what just took place before, but everything else showed signs that she was more than happy to be a part of this act. Though her mind wasn't completely obstruct to the worry welling up within her brother's mind, and began to fix their positioning just slightly while time allowed. Squirming around in place while simply using her elbows to shift her body, she soon made it so her back was to the chest of her brother. Shifting her shoulders in a slow gyrating motion against his chest seemed to be enough to divert his attention as she hit at apparent certain soft spots.

Taris knew all too well what she was truly aiming to achieve simply from experience and it was his move to complete the full action. One powerful swallow was all it took to bring their legs down into the darkness of his esophagus as his muscles rippled along and tugged with extreme voracity, and it jostled the two and forced them ever closer together. Cleo's tail began to swivel and whip about within the taur's mouth in unison with Vince's as he clenched his hands around his sister's shoulders. Vince's still erect shaft was pushed with enough force to hilt his sister in one fell swoop much against his expectations of how the night had gone so far, as he was more on the focus of pleasuring the others instead of himself. In that moment all worries of being consumed seemed to melt away as his facial expression took a complete one-eighty.

With both siblings shrouding themselves in the pleasure of each other Taris was able to much more efficiently swallow them down. A fine bulge appeared in his throat before slowly expanding as the calves of the legs passed through that segment. Positioning became much more cemented in that the brother's back would face up towards the palette as the sister's front side slowly inched across the flattened and broad wolf tongue. Teasing reminders of the sex from before riddled the taur's taste buds as the nectar of the lioness graced the muscle, while giving the final small teasing pleasures to the small portion of Vince's genitals that were in place. It all transitioned to more wholesome massages once the sensitive regions passed over the back bend of the tongue and within the esophagus. Powerful peristaltic contractions were able to etch the muscles between any nook and cranny upon the bodies no matter how distant it was from the actual wall of flesh surrounding the two; a massage of the ages being forced upon the two in a sexual manner that in the twin's minds were instantly convinced that there would be no other method of receiving such a fulfilling erotic series of rubs. Being at the mercy of the contractions around him ensured that he wasn't able to control any thrusts within his sister, but the lack of knowing when the next push would come just ensured that both received maximum bliss.

Each rivet of the esophagus seemed to take place over the course of several minutes as the two made a slow and steady progress. Working down to the midsection of Cleo, the wondering tongue of the mouth was able to make a few extra and more purposeful strokes. Soaking along the full flavor of the lioness whilst matting down her fur, Taris would ensure that the lofty bosom which he had otherwise neglected would receive some attention. Swiveling in small circles with quick flicks from the tip of his tongue not only gave a soothing rub-down to Cleo's breasts but also furthered the goal of bringing her and the brother within all the more steadily. Nearly up to the shoulders would allow the pillow chest of the lioness to rest atop and depress against the tongue to help give Taris a more gentle ending before the widest section of the twin's bodies passed through the mouth and it could finally close. Ever so smoothly, and just like clockwork, the jaws closed to keep a perfect hold around the two heads trapped within his mouth. One final gulp would seal the two within his esophagus as the entrance to the fleshy tube stretched and wrapped around their faces, smearing sticky globs of saliva to distort the senses fully for the first time before pushing them down.

It was here that the twins would gain a better understanding of the internal anatomy of the wolftaur. The entire upper body seemed to lack a stomach altogether, for they stayed perfectly straight as Taris lay down for more of a flat and content look as he watched the silhouette of his joined meal travel down his body. With out the chill of the outside air in the room working as a dampening mechanism to the heat, the two wallowed in the extreme humidity and warmth as their fur became drenched down to the skin along their whole bodies. There was never a second where the flesh around them relented and released lion twin's forms; exerting upon them a deep-muscle massage which even professional and highly esteemed massage therapists would be envious of and unable to perform. Beyond the slick sounds of combined flesh and liquid slopping around their ears the calming noise and faint vibration of Taris's heart filled their minds. Mucous and saliva created a net across their nostrils which ensured that the only scent they'd take in was that of their predator's body to further remind them just where they were. Both lions couldn't help but giggle from within as what felt like a haphazard licking and kissing took place at their toes. As the sensation shifted to that of feeling a tight ring of flesh grasp and graciously accept the feet, and the spreading of it up to their ankles and then the legs, the two came to the embrace the fact that they were soon to be within the stomach of their esteemed guest.

Piling inside of the stomach, the two would feel notable difference between the texture of muscle between the esophagus and their new destination. It was much more plush, and certainly rivaled the plush feeling of their own bed. Except this was surrounding them, and as more of their bodies came in and expanded the flesh, it was all the more evident how much more heavenly this area happened to be. The excess of room was all that was needed for Vince to finally finish the actions which Taris had instigated through actions which were completely under his control. Slight undulations around the two gave reason to believe that the wolftaur had full power over his digestive tract. This only served to further Vince's actions as the teasing pushes from before were able to transition to much more hardy thrusts. With the two still slipping through inside of the body, unable to notice as their toes pushed once again through a ring of flesh, Vince would find a solace which he hadn't on the outside; his second orgasm, being much more fulfilling than the first, finally took place to add what Taris had already done. His orgasm overshadowed, in their thoughts, how they had received breaths of fresh air within what was essentially a short pit stop inside of the taur's digestive system. With the second sphincter squeezing around their waistline there was greater furtherance of complete disregard to their movements deeper within the body. That was until the two regained their lost perception of time and came to find their heads wrapped around and pushed inside of what would be a second stomach in the lower segment of the taur's body.

The flesh had a much more defined purpose than the last, for it seemed much more fit to ensure that any prey trapped within wouldn't find themselves capable of finding purchase to grab and pull themselves about. Deep clenches of the muscle around them formed the bodies into a tight ball even with the brother still inserted within his sister. Limber as the large cats may be their bodies were certainly not meant to grind together in such a way. Beyond that the stomach had already been filling in preparation for a succulent meal as the acidic qualities of the liquid inside the stomach were quick to begin tearing away at skin beneath the fur. Intense fluctuations of where the stomach compressed promised that the acid would never be left without a section of body to squeeze in against with extreme malice by its own nature. Combined with it the two could hear rich cracks as their bodies would be molded furthermore to the whim and convenience of the predator's stomach. Compressed beyond the point that bones would be able to keep up their structure before snapping, any of the air they received prior was forced from their lungs as their breaths were made to come in with short gaps. The light headed nature which took their conscious so quickly dulled other senses to the point that one would think they had fallen asleep. In the moments just prior, with Taris stretching and resting his forepaws on his engorged stomach, he too had fallen asleep for a deep rest.

With a wide yawn the taur would awaken while stretching out upon the bed to the point of sliding off the edge. The stomach which he sported had shrunk down considerably which had given him reason to believe that he had been asleep for a good couple of days. It felt like waking from any other slumber however, and in truth it was as if nothing had changed too vastly. Not even differing from a normal night would be an aching urge to relieve oneself of a meal prior to a night. Righting himself proper next to the bed, where the toss clothes of the twins had lay before the raunchy fun had taken place, he squat down. With simple contractions mimicking that of an esophagus he would expel what felt to be a bundled mass of remains from the twins he had devoured; softened bones being all that came through along with a particular set circular glasses huddled with it.

Reaching into his pack, which had remained on his side throughout the two nights, he brought forth the two crystal adorned and small platforms. Holding them within his hands, a soft warmth emanating to indicate that they were currently working at full force with their processes, Taris put them back in his knapsack. Decided, instead, to ensure that the twins would awaken in a much more suitable place. With that he would leave the house and return to the cabaret from two nights earlier and await the twin's return.