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Foreword

It is not often that I recall much of my dreams. Even rarer still is it that a dream will have a long lasting effect on me. But here I am, recording events that never occurred except within the confines of my subconscious. The whole of the dream itself was not terribly remarkable; a series of disjointed images and events cobbled together in an incoherent stream of plot-less hallucination. What I can recall are things I am no stranger to imagining while awake. I saw military factions with advanced technology, wingless vessels, sleek and black, able to defy gravity as one would expect a Federation shuttlecraft to be capable of. I remember a great city floating on the water, possibly a throwback to one of my favorite television programs and how eagerly I awaited its upcoming season. These were fleeting thoughts as all I can see now in my mind are dull, vague shapes of the once crisp, sharp structures.

What does stand out with remarkable clarity is the purpose of this telling. There are particular details I do not recall but I am surprised by the power of my mind to hold onto it so well. What is it that has inspired this chronicle of fictional events? Memory of myself, as one would see in the real world, being devoured by an adult red kangaroo. Why my subconscious mind focused on this animal I do not know precisely. Why this dream happened to possess the aspect of vore when the last of such dreams came some twelve or more years ago, again, I do not know. But a dream like this I would enjoy experiencing again and again.

I did not notice the kangaroo's gender so for the sake of this story I will describe the kangaroo as female. I regret that I was unable to finish the dream, waking roughly halfway through the occurrence. Again, for the sake of this story, I will complete the experience through my own ability to construct narrative. Beyond these two things, I will attempt to faithfully recreate these events. I should note, this dream did include stimulation of a sexual nature. I did not make this addition to "enhance" the tale. It was included by my subconscious. I will not censor it from this recount.

What struck me as the most memorable aspect of this dream was the intense tactile sensations. I had full sense of touch, or at the very least, I was able to recall it with extreme vividity. The memory of texture, temperature, moisture, rigidity, and friction are all carved inescapably into my mind. It is because of this that I credit my enjoyment of the entire experience. In the interest of length and due to the hazy state of all previous images, I will begin at the point nearest the first, most clear event. I hope you find this recount as enjoyable as I.

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The cool air kissed softly at the uncovered, pink flesh of a young man who rest on his knees, uncertain of just where he was. It was mildly dark, absent of any strong sources of light. It could be he was outside and dusk had fallen on a cloudy day. He could be inside a large building with shades over any windows or any artificial lights dimmed considerably to create a clam, soothing environment. It mattered little.

The entire region was mostly featureless save for a layer of plush, soft, healthy grass. A clean, fresh aroma wafted through the area as the young man surveyed his surroundings. All that his gaze found was another creature only a short distance from himself. What he found was a kangaroo looking back at him as if just as mystified by this place as the human. For a brief moment, the two stared silently at one another until the kangaroo looked away as if bored with the young man. Had it been another human, he might have attempted to cover himself, but he highly doubted this animal cared that he was in the nude. He knew kangaroos were quite powerful and should be observed with respect and caution, but there was no fear, only a serine calm about her and himself.

Driven by curiosity, the young man, no older than his mid twenties, leaned forward and slowly crawled towards the kangaroo. Her head turned back to watch the human approach, but made no move to distance herself or ward off the blond man. Instead, she let him come close until he was crouched on his knees directly in front of her. Only mere inches separated the two as the roo's nostrils flared softly and repeatedly, taking the human's scent in and processing it. The two regarded one another in peaceful silence, neither one making a sound. No sound was needed. It was as if each could sense what the other was thinking. A question was raised. An answer was given. Who asked? Which one responded?

Neither.

It was a silent consensus, almost as though it came from one mind. The kangaroo parted her jaws, stretching as if yawning. Wider her mouth opened until she finally held there, the cavern of her maw exposed for the human to examine. He peered in briefly before lifting his hands. Warm, moist breath washed across his fingers as he reached into the roo's mouth, making contact with the soft, pink flesh of her throat. The texture was quite smooth. The tissue yielded easily until stopped by bone. A thin layer of saliva coated everything the young man touched, thus giving his slender form its own moist sheen. He marveled at this visceral sensation as a gentle shiver claimed him. He suddenly felt cold, as if what had been a comfortable coolness kissing at his every curve was now somewhat unpleasant.

He wanted warmth, and warmth he found in the kangaroo's throat. Without waiting for her to take him, the young human pushed forward ever so gently. She felt his eagerness and relaxed herself, letting him set the pace. Down the human slipped into the slick opening. His forearms had passed from sight, now making a visible swell in the kangaroo's neck. He moved his fingers, pressing outward under the calm animal's fur. The shapes fascinated him. The chill traveled up his nude form, reminding him to continue. He leaned towards the tender roo as both biceps joined his elbows in the tight embrace. Muscle began to work consistently along his skin. It felt like a never-ending massage, lacking enough force to drag the human in with any expediency.

A cavernous mouth awaited before the human's eyes. Somehow, it seemed inviting. He pushed onward and closed his eyes, letting his friend's breath wash over his face. A soft wince claimed him as he bumped against her tongue. As if it were some wet, wriggling pillow, the young man pressed his cheek against the kangaroo's mandible, letting that sweetly slimy organ push up along his visage. He nuzzled into it and reveled in its every twitch. Again he shivered and continued on, venturing deeper. A tight grip engulfed his head as he entered her gullet, his short, blond hair matted against his skull. It sent a strange delight through him feeling the kangaroo's droll covering him like a sticky, slippery film. No doubt it made his passing easier. All that would provide any resistance would be his size. Not the largest for his kind or age, the human was actually somewhat small relatively speaking. Had he his glasses, the term 'nerd' or 'geek' would be easily applied.

Silence prevailed throughout the event. No vocalizations were made by either party save normal bodily functions. One such sound surrounded the young man as his shoulders left the roo's jaws. It was steady and strong, possessing a soothing rhythm. It was her heartbeat filling his ears. The constant thump seemed to welcome him. His legs flexed and pushed onward, gliding his chest across the kangaroo's tongue. It moved under him, sampling his flesh as he fed himself to her. What began slowly increased in speed in short order. It would seem she was growing fond of the human's natural flavor. This brought a curious sense of pride in his mind. Much of the human's body, what was already consumed at least, had reached a warmer chamber stretching easily around him. The fleshy sac flexed carefully as it filled, ever so softly squeezing its passenger as he slid in. He had reached her stomach, but still, much of him remained outside. He wished to remedy this.

One more decent push and his hips slid into the kangaroo's wet mouth. But that was all he could muster. His legs could no longer reach the ground to provide leverage. His progress halted, the young man shifted about, trying his best to pull the rest of himself into the humid world he was to be sealed into. His efforts were futile, leaving half his form protruding from the roo's lips. The grip of her throat had tightened, which perhaps explained why the human inside failed to continue deeper. Was she having second thoughts? No, there was something else. Her tongue flailed about against his form, pushing this way and that into new crevices it had yet to explore, drawing away a much stronger zest. The sensation of slick, wriggling flesh against the human's exposed groin brought the only sound either had consciously made the entire time, and it came in the form of a labored, elated moan.

Saliva coated the human's extremity as he began to squirm against the offending tongue, driven mad by its undulation. The kangaroo's sampling grew faster, more frantic, almost as if she herself was urged to do so. A strained sort of whimper rose up around the human as she struggled further, eliciting further movements from her passenger. The human neither wanted nor tried to escape the oral assault, but found it impossible to hold still while under such stimulation, and his confinement seemed to only heighten the experience. An ache pervaded the young man's length, firm and unbending as it smeared a musky substance throughout the roo's mouth, each hard pulse in time with his heartbeat, sending another half ounce of 'drool' onto the deliciously active tongue. She relished this new discovery and concentrated her attention on the source of it, lapping wildly over the long, silky shaft. The young man found himself pressing his hips towards the roo's organ, grinding against it rapidly as the moment drew near.

After some time of this glorious slippery thing teasing over his member, the human cried out deep in the kangaroo's belly as his shaft erupted, delivering a salty, viscous treat for her to savor along with the last of his form. His legs fell still, hanging quite limp from the roo's jaws as she slurped away, head tilted back, tongue still lashing about in hopes that there might be more. When she was satisfied there would not be, her throat relaxed, then pushed downward along the young man's body. She swallowed, now actively taking him in. His hips left the wonderful tongue behind as they slipped into the rippling passage that had massaged him all the way down to her stomach. The new pressure felt quite enjoyable but it was short lived as she swallowed again, reaching his knees in short order. The time for fun was over. The kangaroo was ready to finish the job he had started, but to her credit she was not greedy about it. It was a gentle, steady-paced process. Down he glided, making not a complaint in the slightest. Soon, his feet were brushing along her jaws, that amazing tongue tickling them delightedly. One last gulp pushed them down and the human found the rest of his body slipping comfortably into place, stretching the fleshy pouch further than he expected it to be capable.

No words were said. None were needed. He simply shifted softly to let his back press out away from the roo's torso, leaving quite the swell between her arms and legs. A quiet yawn escaped the macropod as her dinner settled. Carefully, the kangaroo laid down on her side and let her labored breath calm and her human occupant slowly drift off to sleep. There was no sense of danger or risk of life. All that claimed both predator and prey was a sense of comfort and safety. A mutual understanding that their newfound intimacy would not result in tragedy hung over both. Serenity washed over the two new friends, content to remain as they were.