An unexpected guest
'An unexpected guest'
or
'Tanya meets the Gul'
By Strega
12 February 2006
Tanya appears in this story with the permission of her player.
Shakar normally loved going on patrol. It got him out of the castle, and there was always the chance of a nice, bloody fight with orcs or some other marauder intruding on the Maker's fiefdom. Now, though, he swore with feeling. He'd been picked for a patrol, and this time he wasn't happy about it.
He was a gul, the Maker's name for the humanoid race created from giant wolverines. Dark fur covered him head to toe, complete with a short and almost broom-like tail. A lighter stripe ran down his sides from his armpits to his tail-root, and similarly colored 'sideburns' framed his nearly black muzzle. His head was almost identical to those of his four-footed ancestors -- flat-topped and broad-cheeked to accommodate his massive jaw muscles. His chops never quite covered the tips of his upper canine fangs, and his huge paw-like hands and feet bore sharp, white claws. Stocky and half-bestial, he couldn't be mistaken for a human even from a distance.
He'd been a soldier his whole life. At age six he'd helped older gul put on their armor. At 8 he was big enough - over two hundred pounds - to train with weapons. Now at full adulthood - gul matured at 12, he was 17 - he was six feet, seven inches and 360 pounds of muscle, bone and sinew. His life was rounds of patrolling, stints as a keep watchman, and training. He might swear good-naturedly when given some particularly odious task, but he would never ask for release from his duties, for he shared with other gul an intense loyalty to his creator. He also had a powerful sense of camaraderie with his fellow soldiers, and much of his time off was spent in the common barracks tending to his gear or outside with them playing rough, sweaty games. Gul played as hard as they worked.
The source of Shakar's dissatisfaction was the time of year. It was the fertile season for gul females, and the urge to mate was inescapable. Normally the exertion of training or marching in a hundred pounds of armor, with fifty more pounds of weapons and gear, quelled any out-of-season lust. Gul were only a few generations removed from giant wolverines, though. Wolverine males must travel many leagues to find a mate, and mere exertion would not blunt his need to seek out and impregnate a female at this time of year. Like most of the male gul in the castle, he wanted nothing more than to retire to his room with a female - any female.
So when they called his name for the patrol, he swore through his fangs. Even so, he stepped forward without hesitation.
The patrol was six gul, two praka scouts, a volpa mage and a volpa healer. The stocky, black-armored wolverine-men, leather-armored raccoon-men and elegant foxmen set off from the keep for a five-day march. For two days they checked previously cleared monster dens for newly arrived dangers and questioned farmers to see if orcs or other raiders had been spotted. None had, and they ate their tasteless rations and marched onward. The patrol gul were bad-tempered and the stink of lust from them made the praka and volpa twitchy, too. The second night, their scouts brought in five rabbits, hoping to improve the wolverines' moods. Though the bunnies went in the stewpot, the sergeant cursed the scouts and cuffed the little 'coonies about for neglecting their duties. After that it was rations again, which filled the belly but had no savor of fresh meat.
On the third and fourth day they stopped at mixed-race villages, one a praka and halfling town and one a melange of humans, halflings, and all three of the Maker's races.Both towns challenged the resolve of the warriors.
In the first, friendly praka - mostly female, but some male - made it clear with small gestures and body language that they were well aware that it was the gul mating season and happy to help. Some of the little raccoon-ladies had borne young and were stretched out enough to accommodate a gul penis; others would be experienced in the use of hands, furry breast and muzzle. 'Surely,' the little 'coon-people chittered in praka-speak, 'An hour from your day will not break the rules.'
The second town had a small gul population. The enticing scent of on-heat females aroused the sweating patrol-gul still more, even though the femmes stayed out of sight. Their urges were strong now, too, and they could not take a gul mate without becoming pregnant. They were either with those mates or with other-species lovers now; this was the time of year that even a little praka-male could bed a strong gul woman.
Besides the gul, the village had praka - again, abundantly willing to help - volpa foxpeople, and humans. Females, and a few males, of the latter two species were ostentatiously visible in the town square, going about their daily lives. Their normal activities apparently involved stripping off excess clothing and bending over a lot. Unlike the praka, most of these would expect coin for their services, but they were nevertheless available.
If the sergeant had turned his back on the troop for five minutes, half of his patrol-gul would have been in dark doorways fitting themselves into too-small but pleasantly stretchable female parts. He was a grizzled veteran of the Maker's service, though, and knew what to expect. He hustled the patrol in and out of both towns, stopping just long enough to confirm that all was well with the little communities. Shakar and the others were left as frustrated as before; there was much muttered swearing.
Their last breakfast on the trail saw Shakar merely pick at his food. He was ravenous, but there was better food to be had in a few hours. As they marched the remaining miles to the keep, he had certain things firmly in mind. He wanted out of his armor, he wanted something to eat besides stewed jerky and dried fruit, and most of all he wanted someone of a female persuasion to join him in his room.
The behavior of returning patrols being well understood, nothing slowed their passage through the gate and into the courtyard except for brief words between the sergeant and the keep-captain. There were mages behind the arrow slits probing the patrol to ensure that all was as it seemed, but from the patrol's perspective there were just praka waiting with pots of hot food and joints of barely cooked meat. The little 'coonies handed out mugs of blood mixed with milk, live rats and other treats to go with the meal. A couple of volpa-femmes and the ever-present prakafemmes met lovers returning from the patrol; there was even a female gul, one from the birthing crŠche by her grooming. She must have selected someone from the patrol as her mate and the father of her future cubs.
All Shakar cared about was that it was not he. He pushed past it all, entered the keep and descended the steps to the living quarters. Getting out of his armor took precedence over everything. Even food and securing a lover could wait.
When he arrived at his room, though, someone was waiting.
So anxious was he to strip off the metal and padding that he had the door closed, his helmet off and his breastplate unbuckled before he noticed the mass of black and white fur on his roommate's bed. He froze as he watched the thing stir. Some gul were almost black furred, and there were a few blotches of almost-white on most gul throats and bellies, but this thing's fur was far too bushy. As the fur swirled around the rousing creature, Shakar thought of a skunk.
Pets weren't unknown in the keep, and though it was distant from the Maker's own fortress, the mage occasionally brought one or another of his creations by. Shakar's first impulse was to retreat out the door, but as he reached for the handle he visualized a crowd of his friends outside, cackling in glee as he fled the giant-skunk cub they'd put in his room.
The mass of fur moved, almost serpentine suddenly, and he realized it was a tail. Not quite skunk-like, it was too long, but just as lushly furred and just as black-and-white. And attached to the tail, a woman. Black fur, white belly and chest, a white stripe down her muzzle and white head-hair of the human sort, all wrapped around a softly curved and well-shaped female form. Fur was all she wore: pink-nippled breasts jutted proudly and a further hint of pink showed down below. As her tail - fully nine or ten feet of it! - swirled behind her, she rose to her pink-padded feet and smiled. 'Hello, warrior.'
Shakar licked his lips as he looked her over. Suddenly his armored codpiece was painfully tight. 'Who are you?'
She stepped forward lightly, ignoring the greatsword still clutched in his hand. 'I'm Tanya.' Her tail dwarfed her: it was as thick as his armored thigh, as thick as her waist, and almost twice as long as she was tall. As her fingers brushed his armor he realized how small she was, for all the bulk of her tail. He stood more than two feet taller than the skunk-woman.
Her hands slipped downward, over the breastplate and segmented fauld and then beneath the tassets. They felt around for the gaps in his padded undergarment, then slid further still. Each found one buckle of his codpiece, and the movement brought back to the forefront the hot urge to mate.
'Wait.' He brought the sword across until it nearly touched her breasts. His eyes fell on those well-rounded orbs, and he hurriedly returned his gaze to her face. Professionalism warred with rising lust, and his hand twitched for a moment on the sword's hemp-wound hilt. 'Who are you and how did you get here?'
She giggled as she sank to her knees. 'I'm not here to take anything, or to learn any secrets. I'm just here to meet someone...you, it turns out. It could have been any gul.' She fumbled beneath the overlapping tassets, finally managing the buckles and pulling his codpiece free. He froze as the movement stroked his swollen, fur-covered member; in its current state the stimulus was too much, and half his cock emerged from his sheath to bump into the cold metal tassets.
'Do you have to wear all this metal?' The codpiece, steel with leather and a padded lining, thumped to the floor as she pushed the front tassets up. 'Oh, hello love.'
Shakar felt her tongue slide along his half-unsheathed shaft, and the greatsword landed in the corner, followed by his pack. As she gripped his cock with both hands he pulled the breastplate and attached tassets off. That followed the pack, and his gauntlets went the other way. His limbs were still armored, but his chest was bare, and he saw past his sweat-flattened fur to her face. Shakar leaned back against the wall as her muzzle opened for his cock.
His whole shaft was out of the sheath now, thick and purple-black, heavy in her hands and stiff with lust. Its inner bone made it more rigid than a humans'; he'd bruised a lover or two by thrusting too hard into too small a sex, but this wasn't a praka-femme bent over before him. It was a skunk-woman's mouth open wide for his maleness, and he snarled lustily as she sucked several inches out of sight. Sharp but perfectly controlled fangs tickled his flesh, and more of his cock followed the tip into her maw as he watched. Her head began to bob, her tail rustled behind her, and he still just watched. The caress of her tongue along the underside was almost unendurably pleasant; he had to fight the urge to grab her shoulders and thrust into her mouth.
Just then, the door opened.
His roommate Gar swaggered in, fresh from keep-guard duty judging by the bow in his hand. Gar stood an inch or so shorter than Shakar and had lighter-colored fur. Without breaking stride he surveyed the situation and swung the door shut behind him.
While Shakar had worried and hesitated, Gar did neither. He leaned the bow against the wall, unbuckled his chainmail hauberk, and shucked it off in one smooth motion. He then stepped quite casually behind the skunk-woman, hoisted her up by the hips, and impaled her little pussy on his already-unsheathing cock.
Tanya apparently hadn't seen him coming and let out a chirp-like grunt through her cock-filled mouth. Her eyes peered up at Shakar, then rolled back down as she resumed sucking. Gar went to work behind her, humping forcefully against her ass. Her huge tail bushed up against his furry chest, then coiled around him until its black-and-white tip appeared by his ankle.
'So, any idea what she is?' ventured Shakar.
'Nope.' Gar growled low in his chest as he thrust. 'I guess you didn't bring her.'
'Not me...look at that.' Shakar scratched Tanya's ears as the skunk-woman gradually swallowed his cock. Gar's humping communicated itself down her spine and made her jaws, and throat, work up and down over his shaft, but bit by bit there was more inside her and less outside. Eventually her pink lips encircled the root, her tongue licking out over his balls as near a foot of shaft explored her rippling gullet. 'I guess we ought to report her....'
'You're going to say that with your dick in her mouth? You're braver than I thought.'
'No...' A growl rose in Shakar's belly, followed by a coughing grunt. His hips bucked, the big muscles under the fur twitching. Tanya stayed down over him for several seconds, then withdraw, swallowing visibly. 'No, I was about done with her mouth.'
Gar grinned and tugged at the skunk-woman's hip. Licking her lips to get the few drops of gul seed she hadn't already swallowed, she pushed off from Shakar's armored thighs and twisted her body around to face Gar. Gar pulled her close as she rotated her body; the grip her long tail maintained on his leg let her roll completely over without his cock ever leaving her body. As Shakar's own shaft slipped back into the sheath Tanya came to rest belly-to-belly with Gar without any part of her touching the floor. Her heels hooked behind his hips as he began bouncing her and, if anything, thrusting more violently than before. Their panting and the wet sounds of sex filled the room.
Gar must have mated more recently than Shakar, for the lighter-colored gul showed no signs of finishing quickly. A gul could take an hour to finish if in the throes of the fertile season and coupling frequently, but after long abstinence a quick orgasm by the male was customary. Shakar had only lasted a few minutes before sending his semen into the skunk-woman's gullet.
It was proverbial that a long-pent-up gul might ejaculate quickly, yet recover just as rapidly. Watching Gar slam his cock into the moaning skunkette brought the stiffness back into Shakar's shaft almost before it fully returned to its home. Tanya clung to his roommate and met his thrusts with enthusiastic moans.
Gar was chewing on one of her breasts almost hard enough to draw blood when Shakar took out the jar of fur-oil. Its proper use was to replenish his pelt's natural oils after a mandatory weekly bath (and the equally mandatory soap), but every young gul knew its other uses. A generous glob of it filled his palm; he worked his hand to spread it over his pads, then grasped his cock.
Just as he grabbed himself Gar coughed. Shakar looked up; the two had been kissing, and Tanya suddenly pushed her muzzle into Gar's jaws. More than her muzzle! The skunk-woman grabbed Gar's cheek-ruffs and forced her whole head into his jaws. Her ears flattened beneath his chops and her neck threatened to follow. She wanted Gar to swallow her.
But he couldn't, Shakar knew. Only about one in ten gul had the ability; the 'gulper' changes the Maker could provide had drawbacks and risks. Gar hadn't asked the Maker for them; if he had, he'd surely be gulping down his skunkette lover right now. Instead he pulled back, murmuring something to her as his jaws emptied.
Shakar's shaft swelled to full hardness as he pumped his fist up and down. Even with the thick, slippery oil, the rough skin of his callused palmpads scraped uncomfortably along his sensitive cock. He stroked his hand over it just long enough to get it well lubricated, then stepped forward. Gar had grinned as he saw Shakar start to masturbate, but when his friend moved forward he knew what he was about. Without interrupting his mating - he had been in the skunkette for ten minutes now - he stepped forward to meet his roommate.
Tanya felt Shakar's chest brush her back and must have realized what was about to happen, but by the time she started to squirm his cocktip had slid beneath her tail and met her anus. Shakar bit into her tough-furred scruff and grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him and forcing his oiled-up hardness into her tailhole. Gar followed her as she fell back, never letting his cock leave her pussy, and suddenly she was pinned and doubly impaled. Between the two of them they were seven hundred pounds of carnivore, and they began to hump in unison, squeezing her between them.
It was a cruel thing to do, sodomizing a woman without warning. It'd get a male gul's pelt bloodied if he tried it with most female gul, but Shakar now knew that Tanya wouldn't be leaving the room. Gar couldn't swallow her, but Shakar could, and he began to salivate even as he thrust. He was ravenous; it had been a long while since his good meal, much less his last live meal, and it lent a special spice to his rutting to know that the woman he fucked would soon be in his stomach. His seed would dissolve along with her flesh and bones, and her great mass of tailfur would be roughage and a coughed-up hairball soon enough.
His aggressive humping met Gar's with only an inch or two between their balls; eleven inches of gul cock filled her ass and Gar's ten-plus stretched her pussy, but she did not complain. Though his scruff-bite and Gar's kissing hardly let her move her head, she began to moan again, and instead of hopelessly trying to pull off their shafts she began to rock her hips forward and back. Gar's eyes went wide, and Shakar's too, for the little skunkette was exercising the most amazing muscle control. She was wiggling like a belly dancer even while impaled, alternately squeezing and relaxing her anus as Shakar slid his cock in and out. She must be doing the same thing to Gar, but with more effect, because the lighter-colored gul's fangs suddenly showed. Gar arched, thrusting uncontrollably into her and rasping out a growl as he came.
After a few seconds Gar pulled out and stepped away, panting. 'She's a sweet little thing, Shakar.'
Shakar grinned, grunted a reply, and bent her over the bed. He had never let go her scruff, and now he was on all fours above her, fucking her ass like a feral beast. Her fingers dug into the rough blanket as she pushed back into his thrusts, accepting all his hot thickness until, with a long shrill cry, it was her turn to climax. Her tail wrapped around Shakar, twitching spasmodically and he felt her innards pulse with the orgasm. She went limp beneath him in its wake, and her ring no longer clenched so delightfully, but by now he was too far into the act to care. He stayed atop her for ten more minutes, humping harder and harder, until with a shuddering growl he planted seed where it could never grow.
He was slow to pull out of her. Inch by inch his oiled cock slid out, surprisingly not smeared with blood. Her ass must be well practiced to not bleed after accepting a gul cock thicker than her wrist.
She stirred beneath him as his softening length finally left her. A little sharp-clawed hand found its way to his chest and gripped the fur where it was shaggiest, the ruff of longer fur that ran down the center. She was still trapped between his muscular bulk and the wool coverlet, but she managed to turn over by using his chestfur as a handle. She was very flexible, even more so than the notoriously easy prakafemmes. She hooked one heel over his hip, stroked the free hand up past his ear and pulled his muzzle down to meet hers.
Shakar kissed her; her small tongue played with his, and he tasted his own musky seed on her breath. Then the hand on his chest moved to grab his ear - one of few spots on his solidly muscular body she could inflict pain if she tugged hard enough - and she pulled with both hands, telling him to lean down even more. As she did, she pushed her nose beneath his chops and slid her muzzle into his mouth.
Saliva dripped from the corner of Shakar's mouth as he eagerly took her head into his jaws. His first impulsive reaction was to bite down around her skull to keep her from retreating and grab her little body between his hands: his stomach was rumbling and he wasn't going to lose this meal! Even when confronted with this obvious hunger she did not try to pull out. Instead she pushed deeper; his canine teeth might keep her skull trapped in his jaws, but they did not keep her from sliding her neck under them. Her muzzle slipped into his throat, her fur already soaked in drool and slick for easy swallowing.
Shakar pulled her upward, forcing her neck the rest of the way into his jaws and swallowing for the first time. He felt the bulge move through his neckfur as her broad-cheeked, narrow-muzzled head slipped down his throat, then he was working his jaws wider to accommodate her shoulders. Gar could have gone this far, but no farther. A normal gul's lower jaw normally locked into the skull so firmly that even when de-fleshed, you had to break the jaw to get it loose. Shakar was not so limited; he didn't have as much bite strength as Gar, but he could stretch his gape in ways the smaller gul couldn't. A distinct double pop sounded in his ears, transmitted through bone, as his jaws unhinged. Tanya's shoulders slipped in and were gone, never to be seen again.
Movement caught Shakar's eye. Gar was up again and stepping forward, his wet black penis half-exposed. Shakar put his hands on the coverlet and backed away, pulling Tanya after him so her rump swiveled around to face his roommate. Though her head and most of her senses were down his gullet, she must have realized what was going on; her tail reached out as though it had eyes, curling behind Gar's rump and tugging him closer. Gar needed no such urging and promptly slid his cock beneath the root of that tail. Enough oil from Shakar's play remained to lubricate the hole and Gar slammed his hips against Tanya's furry rump, driving his cock up her ass. He humped the little skunkette so forcefully that it shoved her a few inches into Shakar's gullet.
Shakar gave his roommate the thumbs-up and wrapped his hands lightly around Tanya, just to guide her. He let Gar do the work, and his roommate obliged by slamming his hips repeatedly against her ass, sodomizing her so enthusiastically that droplets of moisture flew up to dew his chestfur.
Tanya's nose was well down Shakar's throat now, and as Gar humped, her shoulders were gradually forced into his gullet as well. Breathing was not easy with a mass obstructing the throat, but enough air trickled through her fur that Shakar managed. His empty stomach gurgled and churned, readying its acids for its approaching meal; its noises could sometimes be heard above Shakar's labored breathing and the wet slapping sounds. The skunkette's tail curled to and fro, patting at Gar's back and seeming to urge him to thrust even more vigorously.
Tanya's upper arms were pinned by his cheeks now, and as her elbows were covered by his wet black lips her felt her nose enter his stomach. One did not normally feel food pass that valve, but a chunk of food was not usually as massive as a skunkette's whole head. As Gar pushed her deeper with his rutting, Shakar felt the peculiar internal stretching as her skull slipped into his gut. His stomach had been readying itself for this moment, and Shakar felt it contract and squeeze as it worked its freely flowing acids into the arriving meat. It was probably the sudden pain of it that made her start to struggle.
Suddenly Tanya was wiggling in his gullet. Her hands clenched and clawed, held at her sides by his cheeks. One was close enough to the bed for her to grab the covers with frenzied strength. She tried to pull herself out of him by that grip, but her arm was held straight by his jaws. Failing at that, she tried to kick at Gar, but in this she met no more success. Shakar's roommate had her hips in his huge hands and was driving his cock into her ass; her legs were held wide by his massive thighs and barely managed a heel-kick to his rump. The only part of her that could put up any resistance was her tail, which suddenly lashed at Gar.
For a moment the unexpected strength of the huge furry member took them both aback. Its spine was no thicker than her ankle under all that fur, but it was as strong as a big constrictor snake. Tanya could not see what she was doing, though, and between the two of them they had four strong hands. Shakar grabbed it right below the root and Gar took his hands off her hips to wrestle with it, then caught the tip in his fangs. Even with the two of them fighting it the thing pull up a hellish struggle, but it was the only part of her that resisted with any success at all. Her slim body was too weak and too confined by Shakar's gullet to even make him move.
No, it was all the tail - and that struggle merely excited the two of them. Gar grinned around his muzzleful of fur and thrust twice as hard, bouncing his black-furred balls off the skunkette's wet pussy and driving her into Shakar's muzzle. Kicking and squirming, tail thrashing, she disappeared inch by inch into his maw, and each inch that disappeared was another that emerged into his stomach. The acids must be scalding her now; Shakar had come to the room famished and had only gotten hungrier when he realized he would have a meal right here. The skunkette struggled ever violently as her imminent digestion became clear to her, but Gar and Shakar kept her thrashing tail from squirming loose until Gar's humping had driven her rump right into his roommate's jaws. Her legs were off the floor and protruding from the corners of Shakar's mouth, held wide by his roommate's broad body. Gar had reached a point where he could not push her in any more without pulling out. It was also the point that left her sweet little sex right on top of Shakar's lower jaw, and he slipped his tongue in, caressing her clit and tasting the walls of her vagina. For a few seconds she settled down, maybe enjoying the attention even as her upper body soaked in stomach acids. Then Shakar's tongue encountered a mass of thick, sticky fluid, and he hurriedly withdrew from her vulva.
Shakar sucked air through her bellyfur and looked up as his roommate, who had paused in his thrusting and stood in a sort of trembling readiness. Gar wanted to pull out and rub himself against her for the last few seconds, finally to ejaculate on her ass and tail; that meant all over Shakar as well. Shakar gave him a look of profound disapproval, and Gar grinned, hugged the tail close to his chest and thrust three more times. On the third thrust he snarled, his thighs and bellyfur twitching, and slammed his hips against Tanya's ass one last time. He left another great gush of gul semen where it could never grow, far into the skunkette's lower intestine. Then, still gripping the violently squirming tail, he pulled out.
Without Gar to hold her legs apart they fell back together, concealing her dripping vulva and stretched-out asshole. Before she could think to grab Gar between her legs - something Shakar had expected of her some time ago - and with no need to wait for his roommate any more, Shakar swallowed heavily. His throat ripped around the little skunkette, sucking her inward so powerfully her hand pulled the coverlet into his mouth with it. Shakar kept swallowing, licking her legs down slick as they passed through his mouth and into his throat. His powerful if seldom exercised throat-muscles forced ever more of her down his throat and into his swelling stomach, while he used both hands to keep her tail under control. Gar did the same. The unnatural strength of the thing was countered by their far greater mass, and as Tanya's legs disappeared, bit by bit the tail did as well. Eventually all that was left was her feet and perhaps seven feet of tail; Shakar snapped the pink-padded toes into his jaws and pulled the coverlet out of his mouth. She had, at long last, lost her grip in it, probably because of all the saliva. For a few more seconds he tasted her, sliding his tongue over her pawpads; it must have tickled, for her toes curled in his mouth. Then with one last, easy gulp, he sent her feet after the rest.
As she settled in his midsection, bulging him out heavily enough for her shape to be apparent through the fur, Gar fed the tail into his jaws. It heaved and twitched, but once Shakar swallowed a bit of it, that bit could do little to resist. The walls of his throat were too slick and rubbery for a snake-like tail to injure, and though it gave him a thump or two from the inside, it followed its owner inexorably down his gullet. This part of her was much less interesting to swallow; the dry fur leached the moisture out of his mouth and tickled his gullet as it wiggled.
Finally there was only a couple of feet of its left. It had taken him as long to swallow the tail as it had to gulp the skunkette's entire body, even including the wait for Gar to finish, but there was so little of it left now that all it could do was slap his cheeks. Shakar held off swallowing it and stretched out on the bed, hands wrapped around the bulge in his middle. Finally he had the whole meal in his gut, minus that bit of tail, and he belched contentedly. The tail wiggled in time to the squirming in his belly.
'It looks like she's still alive,' Gar observed from the room's other bed.
'Sort of a shame to eat her. She was fun,' Shakar said past the tail. He ran his hands over the swelling, tracing out the shape of a shoulder, a head, and a knee. She wasn't strong enough to hurt him from in there, but the thick muscle and tough pelt rippled as she pressed on the inside. The wriggling showed no signs of stopping, and could be seen as clearly through his pelt as it could be felt internally.
The tail flipped against his cheek. He stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed, forcing the last bits of his reluctant meal down to join the rest. As the full bulk of his dinner settled finally into his gut, the air trapped in the tail percolated back up his gullet, provoking another belch.
Gradually the skunk-woman, or whatever she truly was, squirmed less vigorously. His belly was summoning his body's resources to begin the digestion of the heavy meal, but even so she still moved. Still, clearly she was weakening. Shakar blinked sleepily, finally full and sexually spent. 'I wish we could have kept her.'
Gar scratched the long, damp ridge in his abdominal pelt. Like Shakar's, his balls and belly were damp and sticky, the penis hidden beneath the ridge well exercised - though not as well exercised as it would have been had they kept the skunkette. They would need to find new lovers tomorrow. 'It'd never have worked. You know the rules - we'd have had to turn her in as an intruder. And she wanted it anyway...If I could do the gulper-trick, she'd be in my stomach now.'
He rolled off the bed and walked over to Shakar, pressing his hand against the bulge in his roommate's middle. Even with the tail, there was little more than a hundred pounds of skunkette in there. Enough to make a heavy bulge, but not so much that Shakar couldn't have walked if need be. 'Plus, she was dangerous. That tail of hers...what do you suppose she was, a demon?'
Shakar rolled out from under the hand, finding the center of the rumpled bed and curling up as best he could around the bulge. 'I don't know what she was,' he said, then yawned. In the middle of the yawn he belched again, then his fanged maw snapped shut. His jaws had long since rehinged. Even if Tanya somehow forced her way back up his throat, the opening was now too small for her to escape. '...But I know what she's going to be pretty soon.'
Gar watched his friend settle down to sleep, and returned to his own bed. He hadn't gotten a meal out of their guest like Shakar, but he'd had his own share of entertainment. Now it was a matter of getting rid of what little evidence there was. Shakar's belly gurgled and twitched; Tanya was still now, but the pelt kept moving as the stomach's rippling muscles kept the acids fresh and moving over the skunkette's body. Soon her flesh would dissolve away, and by morning most of her would be gone. A gul with the gulper changes could digest even bones; a whole skeleton worth of them would crumble to powder and leave the body with the other unusable elements. That left just the fur, which even a gulper couldn't digest. Some of it would doubtless leave with the other waste, but Shakar would have to retch the bulk of it up someplace and hide it. Then, baths for both of them, to get the scent of the intruder off their pelts.
Gar would turn the bed-covers in to the laundry so her smell was cleaned from them, too. He was always the neater of the two roommates, and he was always the one who did bulk of the work. It was a shame, Gar thought as he settled down to sleep.
It was a shame he couldn't have been the one to swallow her.
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Somewhere far distant, Tanya woke. Not the Tanya the gul had known; that version of her was proceeding peacefully through Shakar's digestive system, being converted into blood, tissue, calories and waste. Though she remembered every moment up to that self's death, and resembled her old persona in every way, this was a new Tanya. No stink of musky gul tainted her soft pelt; no residue from the matings lay in her stomach, vagina or rectum. Nor was she bruised or scratched, as her old self had been by the time it arrived in Shakar's stomach. Clean and naked, save for her fur, she emerged from the device that remade her each time this happened.
Magic or science? She would have called the black cube - the object in her brain that transmitted her memories to the new version of her - one thing, the gul would have called it the other. It allowed the resurrection device to make a new version of her, complete with memories, each time this sort of thing happened. With her habits, it happened a lot.
She had come to this world following rumors of the Maker and the half-feral beastmen the he'd created. She had expected, and even hoped, to end the evening in one's stomach. Only after sweaty and sticky sex, of course, but eventually she would be food. That is just what had happened.
She licked her lips as she remembered the struggle. Her half-playful attempt to escape, to make the meal more memorable for both the gul and herself, had somehow turned into a very real and panicked effort. She had thought her immensely strong tail would give her the advantage, but between them they had overpowered it. Methodically she had been swallowed, tail and all.
Even then, she could have chosen not to dissolve. That was a gift from a former lover whose belly she'd often occupied. Eventually, Shakar would have had to retch her back up. When she'd returned to her senses, though, she remembered that she was exactly where she'd planned to finish the evening. That old version of her was food now, a reward for the randy and ever-so-hungry wolverine-man.
Tanya considered the device that had remade her. It would remake her again, at need.
It had been a pleasant evening; the gul were everything she'd heard. She looked forward to meeting them again, and soon. Only next time, she wanted more sex before the end. That meant, logically, more gul, to avoid awkward gaps if several of them spent themselves all at once.
Tanya licked her lips again as she imagined a whole roomful of gul. Ten gul, a dozen, all inflamed and lustful. All of them eager to plumb her body with their maleness, and all, perhaps, hungry. Eventually one of them would open his mouth, or she would force her nose into one's jaws. Some muscular gul's stomach would accommodate her, confine her, and ultimately digest her.
It was something to look forward to.