FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

It was always a good day when Piat didn't have to go in for work. It wasn't that he was unhappy with what he did for a living. He enjoyed being a cook, and being a bartender was a lower stress variant of that. And it let him interact with the customers, even practice his flirting skills a little. But being able to just lounge at home wearing nothing but a bathrobe, watch a little television, maybe prepare a little something for himself to nosh upon; oh it was such a relaxing change of pace.

Sure the hours could be a little better, and he could get a little more pay, but it was a far cry from where he was working when he met Hemlock. That place was an absolute dump.

Rather than focus on the negative, the squirrel luxuriated in the positive, content to be a lazy lump for however long life permitted him to. It could only have been made better with the company of his adorable, chubby wolf. But then it was a cruel twist of fate brought on by the gods of employment that called Hemlock away. He had been sent out on assignment to a new establishment on the far side of town, a breakfast joint that specialized in at least thirty different ways to prepare eggs--eggs that were 'farm fresh'. That was the draw. The cooking staff and wait staff all pitched in to make sure there was enough product to ensure they wouldn't run out. It sounded intriguing. If it got the wolf's seal of approval, Piat would give it a try.

For the time being, he intended to remain right where he was. He had worked a double shift the prior night, first in the kitchen, then in the bar once they had a replacement for him. It had been one of the busiest nights of the month and he was feeling rather drained. Hemlock didn't begrudge him his desire to sleep in. Of course, it didn't stop the naughty lupine from sneaking a quick ride, even while his squirrel slept. Waking up to a slightly sticky groin told the tall rodent all he needed to know about what his boyfriend had done before slipping out the door.

It made him wish he had woken up early so he could have enjoyed it. Maybe he'd get a chance to add to the mess brewing under the wolf's tail when he got home, or maybe he'd give his lover a turn on top. As he fantasized about such thoughts, there came a knock on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone to come calling, puzzling him. The squirrel dragged himself off the couch with a grunt of regret. He shuffled his paws over to the door, fingers wrapped around his half-stiff length as he continued to ponder what he might do to Hemlock given the chance. That would need to be put on hold for the moment. The loose-fitting bathrobe was wrapped around the otherwise nude squirrel and the cloth belt was tied into a simple square knot to hold everything closed.

Piat leaned in against the door lazily, pressing one of his eyes towards the peephole. What he saw gave him cause to blink in surprise. He had not expected this person. At least, not quite so soon. He unlocked the door and gave the knob a twist before pulling it open to find a short, simply-dressed rabbit standing on the welcome mat. She stared up at him, her eyes big, her arms wrapped around herself as she clutched a book to her chest. A quick glance told Piat the title, "Heart of the Jungle" by an author he didn't recognize the name of, Ally Saurez. What little he could see of the cover intrigued him.

"Hey, didn't expect to see you back here so soon. Did Hemlock wake you up this morning before he took off to go to work?" Piat asked.

The bunny blinked and wrinkled her nose as she frowned in confusion. It took her a brief moment to register what he was talking about. She shook her head quickly and worked to clear up the reason for her visit.

"What? Oh, no. No, he didn't. I slept just fine. Right through my alarm in fact. I've been trying to keep a regular schedule even when I'm between jobs, see. Making sure I wake up at the same time as I would when I've got a contract helps keep me from feeling a sense of shock when I get another client," the lady said, then shook her head, blushing, "I'm sorry. I tend to ramble when I'm nervous."

"Hey, nothing to apologize for. And why would you be nervous? I don't bite. And even if I did, I wouldn't be able to do much damage with these things." Piat replied, flashing a kindly smile to show off his two sizable front teeth, even pointing to them.

"Yeah, heh, I'm in the same boat," the bunny said, flashing her similar bucktoothed smile, "I guess I'm nervous because... well... I wanted to come ask you about something. And it's kinda personal. It's not really any of my business. You know what? I'm just gonna head on back to my place. I shouldn't be bothering you with my nosy self. Sorry to disturb you."

Just as the long-eared lady was about to turn to leave, Piat reached out and put a paw in her path to stop her. He had some idea of what this was about. It had been only a couple of weeks since she had come banging on the door to complain about the noise she thought Hemlock had made, when it was actually him during the process of slurping the wolf up into his womb. The big, squirming gut had caught her attention and distracted her. The glossing over of the explanation had no doubt fired her imagination. He knew she'd be back. He just didn't think she'd be so quick to approach.

"Hey, it's okay. You're not disturbing me. I'm not doing anything other than lazing around on my day off. You said you wanted to ask something personal, so why don't you come inside and talk? Have you had breakfast yet?" Piat asked, turning to step to one side and offer the lady a path into his apartment.

"I... yes. I've already eaten. Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose. Especially since the last time we spoke I was all ready to yell and scream and swear my head off at you and your boyfriend." the rabbit said.

"I'm sure. Come on in, make yourself comfortable." the squirrel said.

The lapine looked from him to the interior of his home, slowly trying to work up the nerve to step inside. When she managed it, she took a breath and crossed the threshold. The door was closed behind her and her host proceeded deeper in, gesturing to the couch where she could sit. It was a sparsely furnished space, offering only the sofa and a coffee table to fill the center of the room. The two boys had not done much in the way of entertaining, so they only saw fit to have accommodation for just themselves.

"Thank you. You're awfully kind to look past how rude I was last time." the lady said.

"Water under the bridge. I'm Piat by the way. I don't think I got your name." the squirrel said.

"Ginger. Or you can just call me Ginny. Nice to meet you Piat." she replied.

"Likewise," Piat said with a smile, "Now, you said you've already eaten breakfast. Can I get you something to drink? Maybe some tea?"

"Tea would be nice, thank you." Ginger said as she took a seat on the sofa.

Her eyes roamed all over the room as the squirrel disappeared into the kitchen to prepare the beverage in question. She didn't think much of the lack of decor, thinking it was due to them simply not wanting to spend excess funds, or wanting to keep the space easy to pack up in case of a move. Her apartment wasn't anywhere near as clean. It was an absolute mess, but not because she was a slob. It came with the territory of her profession.

"You said you're between jobs, and mentioned contracts and clients. Does that mean you're a freelancer of some kind?" Piat asked, calling out from the neighboring room.

The sound of water being poured into a container could be heard, then something metallic being set on the stove followed.

"Yeah, something like that. I work in special effects. Whenever a movie needs something to explode or a fireball or even a robot that isn't computer generated, I'm one of a few that gets contacted. I finished up my last contract at the end of last month. That's kind of why I was so cranky when I came banging on your door. I was trying to catch up on my sleep." Ginger explained.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that was the case. Hemlock and I will be sure to try to keep it down in the future." Piat said as he waited for the kettle to come to a boil.

"It's fine. It's not like I had somewhere to be," the rabbit said, "And the courtesy is appreciated regardless."

"Of course. Don't want to be a bad neighbor. Now, you said you had something personal you wanted to ask. Might as well go ahead and get to it. We don't stand on ceremony around here." Piat said with a smile, looking over the counter that divided the kitchen from the living room.

"Right, the reason I came over," Ginger said, her cheeks flushing again, "First off, I just want to preface by saying if you don't feel like answering, you don't have to. I completely understand if it's more personal than you'd prefer to share with a stranger."

"Oh come now. You're not a stranger, not anymore. We've exchanged names, you're sitting in my living room, about to enjoy a cup of tea. We're friends now. Go on and ask. I'll let you know if it's a touchy subject." the tall squirrel replied.

"Okay," the rabbit said, took a breath, then continued, "I was wondering something about you and... you said your boyfriend's name was Hemlock? I was curious about... the kind of relationship you two had."

That wasn't quite what Piat had expected. He figured she would be terribly curious about the whole stuffing his boyfriend into his uterus concept. But, he took the matter in stride, thinking perhaps they would get there eventually. To that point, he spoke frankly, seeing no need to mince words or dance about the issue.

"Hemlock and I are in a long-term committed relationship with one another. We're both guys, so occasionally we have to put up with the uncommon bigot. But it's an open relationship. We do, from time to time, see other people. More often than not, we both see the same person. Usually at the same time. It's kind of hard to be open to the idea of another partner without your boyfriend wanting to call dibs on them first. But it's been working out just fine for us. We're quite happy." Piat explained.

The kettle whistled and he removed it from the heat. A ceramic teapot was produced and filled with the steaming water. The squirrel swirled it about, then poured it out in the sink. Another dose was added to the now warmed pot. From there, he opened up a small tin and scooped out a few small spoonfuls of loose-leaf tea. The individual bits scattered across the surface of the water for a moment, then were stirred about ever so gently to ensure they all got a chance to steep. The pot was then put on a small tray with two cups and saucers, along with a sugar pot and a small pitcher of milk.

"You two sound like you've got a good thing going. Must be nice to have someone you can ogle others at with, and not worry about starting a fight." Ginger said.

"Oh we fight plenty. Usually about what it is about a guy or girl that makes them cute. What's your preferred addition? Milk? Honey? Cinnamon?" Piat asked.

"Oh... um... well, truth be told, I don't usually drink tea. I'm more of a coffee girl. I keep telling myself I'm going to try to get into tea since it's supposed to be not as bad for you. What do you recommend?" the lady asked in return.

The squirrel smirked softly as an idea struck him and he began to work quickly, taking knife in hand and beginning to work on something unseen behind the raised portion of the counter. In but a few minutes, he had finished and emerged with a tray carrying the beverage in question. He loved going through the ritual of it all.

"Since it's your first time, I thought I'd try something that seemed fitting. I've got a simple chai tea, which is probably one of the most popular varieties among folks who are used to coffee, and in your cup are a few thin slices of ginger, a little wedge of lemon, and a dollop of honey. Once the tea gets added, give it a little stir to dissolve the honey, then let it sit for a minute or two before sipping very slowly." Piat explained.

"Ginger? In tea? Really?" the bunny asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

"Like I said, it seemed fitting." the squirrel answered, carefully pouring the well-steeped tea into the two cups, careful to strain out the leaves so they wouldn't end up stuck in either one's teeth.

"Hardee-har-har," Ginger said, "Smells nice though. So, do you two bring in a third person often?"

"No, not really. Why do you ask? Are you hoping you might get a chance to fill that role?" Piat asked, waggling his eyebrows as he gently teased.

The bunny blushed hard and looked down at her cup, focusing on following the instructions she had been given in the hopes of evading the question. When it became clear she couldn't just ignore it, she answered.

"That's... not exactly what I had in mind. I mean... I'm sure you two are fun to be around and what not. I just... it never occurred to me." Ginger offered, her words coming slightly faster than she intended.

"Easy now. Sip slowly and relax. You're not in trouble or anything. I was just having a little fun with you. That's all. But like I said, we don't have a third join us terribly often. It takes a special sort of person to want to dive into an already existing relationship. And we have a few guidelines to follow so that no one ends up with bruised feelings or misunderstands what anyone's looking for. That took a while to develop, and it came about thanks to past drama, but our little set of rules has served us pretty well since then." Piat said.

"And... these thirds that you invited in... did you... do with them what you like to do... with Hemlock?" the bunny asked timidly, then immediately dove in to take a slightly too large sip of her tea.

The heat bit sharply, punishing her for ignoring the beverage expert's advice. He suppressed a snicker seeing her learn the hard way how to drink hot tea. He couldn't help but grin when she pressed on to what he figured would ultimately come up.

"The whole person inside a person thing? On the rather rare occasion, yeah. But most don't seem too eager to try it out. It's one reason why the restaurant I work at turned out to be a great place to meet new people for that little hobby of ours. It's an establishment where the wait staff can end up on the menu. And so can the diners if they're so interested." Piat explained.

"So... that's normal then? Eating one another?" Ginger asked.

"Among other methods, yes. You caught me on a day where I was off from both jobs, cook and bartender, and I wanted to spend as much of it with Hemlock as I could get. Part of the fun of it is knowing he can't get out unless I let him. Of course, I didn't swallow him that day. He went in elsewhere. And that's what you actually came by to ask me about, isn't it?" the squirrel asked with a sly grin, then took a sip of his own tea.

"That obvious, huh?" Ginger replied, lowering her gaze to her book as it rest in her lap, "You kinda described what you did before I ran off back to my apartment. I had been in the middle of this book when we met, and it reminded me of what's in it. See, the two lead characters, Taraji and Florie, they're in a relationship, and they like to do... well... what you and Hemlock were doing when I came by trying to break down your door."

"Oh really? I'll have to have a read sometime! It sounds... stimulating!" Piat said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you could say that. And the book makes it sound really... really enjoyable," Ginger said, her cheeks burning bright, "Is... is it as great as it sounds like in the book?"

She was indeed curious. And it amused the squirrel to no end. But he played the matter as casual as he could, not wanting to scare her off with his enthusiasm. She was still fairly timid, mainly because it was likely a notion that she thought to be rather taboo. It required a degree of delicacy in its handling.

"Well, I can't say for sure, since I've not read the book, but I can say with absolute certainty that I do indeed very much enjoy the act. In fact, the morning you came to yell at Hemlock for being too loud, it wasn't any noise he made that brought you to my door. That was me, actually. And it was because I was pulling him in. I was actually trying really hard not to laugh thinking how much I must have learned from him if someone with rabbit ears could mistake a squirrel for a wolf." he said.

Ginger's eyes grew terribly wide. She had read her little romance novel and gotten some idea of what the act must feel like. No wonder it had been so loud that morning. And it had been Piat's voice that had carried so far. The revelation hit her like a ton of bricks. Somehow, it made her feel even worse for having disturbed the couple, placing the blame on the wrong person. She looked down to her lap, unable to bring her gaze to remain on her host out of embarrassment.

"I... I'm sorry. I guess I was just really tired and got confused." the bunny said.

"No hard feelings. I thought it was funny, not offensive. I'm just glad I was able to help you with your questions." Piat said.

"Yeah. My questions." Ginger echoed quietly.

The squirrel raised an eyebrow as he peered at the flustered rabbit, able to sense something else was on her mind. She was shockingly transparent at the moment. That was good in his estimation. It meant they could actually deal with what was eating at her rather than pretend nothing was wrong.

"I feel like there's more to this than just you asking about the experience. C'mon. Out with it." Piat said gently.

"I'm just... I'm curious is all. I'm gonna guess that wasn't the first time Hemlock went in that way. Right?" Ginger asked.

"Oh certainly not. And not the only way he's gone in," the squirrel said "Why do you ask?"

"Has he ever... told you what it's like... in there?" the bunny finally dragged her eyes up as she posed the question.

It made Piat grin a little, sensing her curiosity continue to grow. He put his cup of tea down and looked to the rabbit, squaring his shoulders so that his posture suggested his attention was completely on her.

"He's said he finds it very cozy. Sometimes, it's difficult to get him out because he's so tempted to stay longer than just the day or the night or however long we manage to stay like that. Does your book not go into detail about what it's like?" Piat asked.

"It does... some. And it sounds a lot like what you say. It's... it's just... this is a book," Ginger said, resting one of her paws atop the paperback tome, "Fiction. You can't always trust what a story describes."

The squirrel nodded, finding her reasoning to be quite sound. In that moment, an idea occurred to him and he smiled, thinking he had maybe a fifty-fifty shot with his silly little notion. And there wasn't really anything to lose by asking.

"Would you like to see what it's like first hand? That way you'd be able to tell if the book got it right." Piat said.

Once again, Ginger's eyes welled up. Her cheeks flared brightly as she considered the possibility. There wasn't any way should could agree to that, was there? Surely it was improper.

"What!? No! I couldn't possibly! It's just... we only just met, officially at least." she said.

"If I weren't okay with it, I wouldn't have offered." Piat said.

"But your boyfriend, won't he be mad?" Ginger asked.

"Oh probably, but only because he got left out of the fun. It boils down to a simple question," Piat said, "Do you want to, or don't you?"

That was a very simple, clear-cut way to look at the matter. It was so simple that it almost knocked the wind out of the bunny. She found she couldn't speak to protest any further. All her arguments felt hollow and pointless. Did she? Or did she not? It was that easy. And the book had made it sound so very delightful. Here she was being given a free pass to try it out first hand. And she was actually considering it.

"If I did this, and I'm not saying I will," Ginger lifted a paw as if to stop the squirrel before he could do or say anything, "What's the catch? There's gotta be some kind of string attached."

"Oh I got over needing a tether to pull Hemlock out a long time ago," Piat said with a chuckle, thinking a joke might help ease her fears a little further, "No strings, no conditions. If you don't like it, then it stops. If you get scared at any point, it stops."

"And I come back out when I've had enough? No trying to keep me trapped because you're enjoying it too much?" Ginger asked.

"You have my word, if you want out, then out is what you get. What do you say?" Piat asked.

The rabbit huffed softly and considered her options. Given all that had been said so far, and how kind the squirrel had been, she didn't feel like he was going to turn on her. Of course, that could change and she'd be in a bad spot. But she didn't think he'd go there. She couldn't say what it was about him that gave her that impression, but it was there. She closed her eyes and nodded.

"Let's do it," she said, "What happens first?"

"First, we get undressed. For me, that's pretty easy. For you, that's a little more involved. So go ahead and get yourself ready. I'll understand if you're a little shy." Piat said.

"Right, undressed. Makes sense." Ginger replied.

Without much ceremony, the bunny began tugging her shirt over her head. It exposed her figure from the waist up, clad in a simple black bra. She had not bothered to purchase anything frilly or lacy. She was interested in practicality. Her chest wasn't the sort of legendary, mammoth bust Piat and Hemlock were used to seeing in their browsings online, but that was perfectly fine. Those were usually augmented somehow, either surgically or digitally. Ginger was all natural, and that was beautiful too. Her grey fur was short, but refused to lay down quite right. She must have come to see the squirrel without stepping into the shower after waking up. He had a similar issue if he didn't try to wet himself down after a good night's sleep.

Ginger's shorts slipped off with the same degree of ease, showing that she wore similarly plain panties. She didn't bother to fold her clothes, instead simply draping them across the arm of the sofa behind her. There she sat for a moment, still blushing as she stared up at the much taller squirrel. She wasn't done. She knew that. But going on to the next step was the part she felt most nervous about. Sensing her hesitation, Piat sat up and lifted a paw to stop her.

"You've come that far, so how about I do this? You sit there for a moment and I'll get into a better position." the tall fellow said.

He climbed to his paws, then turned to show the lady his back. He unfastened the cloth belt of his bathrobe and let the whole garment fall to the ground. He was immediately naked, giving the bunny even more reason to be flustered. Then he did something else to push her in that same direction. He moved to sit down on the sofa, lifting one of his legs to push his knee into the cushion. Then he leaned forward to rest his chest against the arm before him. His tail swished for a moment before he lifted it up and out of the way. Everything was on display now; the pucker Hemlock had filled so many times before, the dangling sac that had filled Hemlock in turn, the still half-firm length that had swallowed the wolf on more than one occasion, and of course the supple, quivering nethers most didn't know Piat had. Ginger stared for a moment, unable to tear her eyes away.

He really wasn't kidding. He was in possession of both. Somehow, that eased her fears a little. Perhaps it had something to do with the idea that if he had what she had, then it might be silly to be so bashful. It emboldened her to slip out of her underwear. It didn't hurt that he was turned to face away so he couldn't see her. When she was completely nude, still feeling it necessary to cover her chest and groin with her paws, she knelt on the couch facing the squirrel's presented rump. Now was the point where things got really awkward.

"So... do I just-"

"Push on in," Piat said, "Head first, paws first, doesn't matter. Whatever you're comfortable with."

"I... think I'll go... paws first. That way, if I change my mind, I can just pull himself out." Ginger said.

"Whatever works for you. And go as slow or as quick as you like. Just... not too quick. Spoils the fun if it's over too fast." Piat said with a chuckle.

The bunny nodded and scooted towards the big squirrel, her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, she wasn't quite sure how to go about getting started. So, she did what she though made sense. She turned herself about to lay on her back, then pushed her paws up towards the squirrel, aiming for the velvety mound she had found herself actually trying to be devoured by. It was so strange to think about it. But she had enjoyed the romance novel, why then could she not enjoy this?

A soft shudder passed up Piat's spine as he felt the lady's paws bump against his petals. He relaxed and arched his back, hoping to make the whole experience as easy for the bunny as he could. He wiggled his hips back and forth just ever so slightly to encourage her, and it worked. Ginger twisted one of her paws about, trying to add pressure as she worked to spread the squirrel open. It didn't take much, mainly because he was used to dealing with someone so much larger. Ginger only came up to his waist when they both stood flat-pawed. There wasn't much of her to give him the same kind of stretch that Hemlock did.

As soon as the heated folds gave way, Ginger's paw began to ease in, allowing her a chance to experience the squirrel's interior. It was sticky and slick, and so very warm. It reminded her of what she felt when she was in need of satisfying her own needs. With a soft, wet noise, she pushed deeper, grimacing a little as she sank in up to her ankle. For a brief instant, Ginger regretted agreeing to this, even as she heard Piat breath out a heavy sigh of pleasure. As she remained there, the bunny began to think that perhaps it wasn't so bad. It was terribly warm, and she did hate being cold. With a hint of hesitation, she began working her other paw in, stretching the squirrel's nethers open further. She could see the pink flesh within as it gently pulsed, squeezing around her as she wormed her way in.

"Okay, so... that's interesting. Just keep going, huh?" Ginger asked.

"Yeah, that's it. Just keep going. Don't stop." Piat said, his voice carrying a dreamy tone to it.

He was already giving in to the euphoria of the practice. It left the rabbit slightly concerned. He could just pull her in and she couldn't stop him. She was sure of it. But he hadn't tried to so far. That was a good sign, right? So she continued on, pushing with her arms to sink in further. Her calves were little trouble for the squirrel and he trembled with glee, holding as still as he could. As soon as Ginger got to her knees, she wiggled her toes, finding the silken tunnel to be surprisingly comfortable. She likened it to a very wet sleeping bag, one that hugged close and stretched easily around her.

She was starting to come around to the idea, and she wasn't going to let herself be scared to try for more. Another good push saw her thighs begin to slide into the depths beyond. The tapering out towards her hips gave Piat reason to let his voice start to rise. His jaw hung open and his tongue lolled out of his maw, a glazed over goofy grin of an expression had claimed him. It was taking everything he had to not reach down and stuff the girl in. He had to let her do it in her own time. And when she reached that widest point, she shuddered.

The heat of the honey-soaked passage that surrounded half of her was far more enticing than she had expected, especially since it was now working on her own loins. She hadn't counted on that, simply feeling such tactile stimulation working so well between her own legs. A gasp rose up out of the bunny as she lay there, dangling half out of the squirrel. How was this so deliciously pleasing?

"You... doing... okay... back there?" Piat asked between his pants for breath.

"I'm... a little stuck," Ginger replied, "I can't quite get enough of a push to keep going."

"I can... help... with that." the squirrel said, moving one of his paws to rest over his stomach.

There was definitely a presence inside him. He could feel the lady's paws pushing against the interior of his womb, giving him a nice bulge, but it wasn't near as big as with Hemlock. That disappointed him to a certain extent, but then he'd get to enjoy the sensation of someone wriggling around under his fur without being so huge he had to be careful not to knock things over. The advantage of having a smaller occupant.

A firm clench gripped the rabbit's hips, preventing her from twisting about. It gave her cause to worry for a moment, but then she started to slip further in. The muscular walls rippled and pulled, making sure she moved in the proper direction. A watery slurp reached her ears as she watched her stomach pass into the pink tunnel. Her legs kicked lightly as she felt about within the flesh pouch she was going to curl up inside. There came a point where she couldn't keep her knees locked and they were forced to bend. That was when Piat felt his abdomen stretch outward under his paw. He sighed happily as he welcomed the bulge.

Another gentle 'swallow' pulled Ginger right up to her chest. Her breasts were quickly trapped, massaged by the hungry canal while her fur was soaked completely in the squirrel's honey. She let her form relax as a moan escaped her. The squeezing around her was beginning to get to her, especially now that her chest was in. She began trying to slip her paws and arms in, trying to tuck them in so that she could fondle herself. Piat was delighted to feel her try to go so far, even sensing one of her paws slip down between her legs, the other groping at one of her breasts.

"You just... keep... enjoying yourself... I'll... be doing... the same... out here." Piat said, still struggling to keep his breath even.

Ginger tried to respond, but didn't get the chance. Another 'gulp' tugged her shoulders in, bringing those heated lips to purse around her neck. What words she wanted to utter were choked out as a euphoric moan. Another tug saw her vision darken. The pink world within the squirrel shut out the light, leaving her long ears dangling out of his folds. The squirrel let his head drop, his neck limp as his tummy swelled outward nicely.

He turned about and moved to lay on his back atop the couch. One paw groped gently over the slowly writhing dome of his gut. It was visibly swollen, nowhere near the size Hemlock left him, but it was still a delightful bulge, one he was relishing. The other paw gripped his shaft, pumping firmly over the now completely rock-hard mast. He moaned and rocked his hips from side to side, feeling the last of the bunny's ears slip in, little by little. With one last wet little slurp, he finished her off, pressing the bunny completely into his womb. A muffled groan of delight came from under his fur as Ginger continued to stroke between her legs, desperate for her own sense of release.

"It's... it's incredible... in here." she managed to slur softly.

"Glad... you like it. Just... hang on. Nearly... nearly done!" Piat said, just before he tilted his head back and cried out.

The world around the bunny contracted, squeezing her into a compact ball, preventing her from thrashing quite so freely. There came an odd undulation from somewhere near her head. The squirrel rocked his hips into the air as he came, producing a fountain of sticky seed that coated his nicely rounded tummy. His petals quivered and soaked his thighs, even leaving a hint of a puddle on the sofa. That wasn't uncommon at all. It was a cheap piece of furniture they had gotten knowing they would end up making a mess on it.

Piat fell limp and panted, massaging his tummy happily. He hadn't expected this to go so far so quickly, but he wasn't going to complain. The bunny continued to wriggle about, keeping him nicely quaking between his legs. She could just keep that up forever as far as he was concerned. He even began to fantasize about taking her to work with him like this. But that was against what they had agreed upon.

"Doing okay... in there?" he asked.

"Yeah... don't... don't mind me... I'm just... oh god... I can't stop. I'm... I'm gonna be a while." Ginger replied, still working to bring herself to orgasm, having hit once but only just a smolder.

She was after the big one, and she was going to get it.

"Take your time. You're welcome to stay as long as you want." Piat said.

"Dangerous offer," Ginger shot back, "What if I said I wanted to move in?"

"Then I'd have to go shopping for a new wardrobe to fit me when I'm not stuffed with Hemlock. The maternity shop usually has good deals." the squirrel said, chuckling to himself.

Surely she wasn't serious, but it was a very pretty thought. As the tall, now rather gravid fellow lay there, twitching from time to time as his passenger continued her unceasing efforts to pleasure herself, Piat lost all sense of time. At least half an hour had passed since she was slurped up when the sound of a key in the door's lock sounded. The squirrel lifted his head lazily just in time to see the grape colored wolf open the door and step inside.

Hemlock stopped instantly, blinking as he laid eyes on his boyfriend and the squirming gut he was enjoying. There was a significant mess across his front, and a set of clothes far too small for either of them to wear. He stared, wide-eyed, and began trying to calculate just who on earth his lover had managed to nab.

"Hey honey. You're home sooner than I expected." Piat said, not bothering to try and sit up.

"I'm actually later than I expected. It was a good trip. Might have to take you there sometime. What's all this?" Hemlock asked.

"Remember when I tucked you in on my last day off, and we got yelled at by the neighbor for making too much noise?" Piat smiled brightly, patting his belly.

"You didn't!" the wolf gasped, dropping his backpack next to the door which he closed and locked behind him purely out of instinct.

"She came by and was all curious about what we do. You owe me ten bucks." Piat said with a laugh.

A soft punch came from under his fur as Ginger caught wind of that last comment.

"You made a bet about me!?" she shouted, still working feverishly on her chest and petals.

"About how long it would take for you to come asking questions about our little pastime, yeah. He said it would take you two months, I said less than that," Piat replied, "I banked on you being nastier than Hemlock thought. You proved me right!"

Ginger blushed hard, unseen in the dark pit of the squirrel's belly. She couldn't help but admit he had been right about her, and she was proving it right now. The purple wolf moved quickly to his boyfriend's side, running one of his paws over the wobbling, churning dome. He was transfixed on it. He'd never seen his lover's middle like this except in videos after he had been tucked away in it.

"You couldn't wait until I got home? You had to just go and be greedy?" Hemlock asked.

"Sorry honey. It just sort of... happened." Piat said.

"Well I'm not gettin' left out!" the wolf said, immediately beginning to strip down.

In only a few moments, he was completely naked and trying to lay down on top of his pregnant boyfriend, mashing his lips to Piat's. The weight of the big, violet fellow pressed down on the very active tummy made by Ginger. The purple gut, soft and round, squeezed out on either side, slowly pushing down over it. It compressed the bunny hiding beneath it all, making her moan all the louder. Why was this so much better? Why was someone trying to confine her so damned hot? She tickled herself further before a scream filled Piat's belly. She added her own puddle of honey to the slick, slimy environment she was trapped in, and she found she couldn't get enough of it.

Outside, Hemlock was making out passionately with his beloved. As soon as they both heard the bunny's shriek of climax, they both looked down at the bloated tummy and grinned. Before either could say anything, the wolf was between his boyfriend's legs, mashing an almost painfully stiff length in where the bunny had vanished. He growled and thrust, not caring at all about going slow. Piat had already had a good bit of fun in his absence. It was time he made up for being the late comer to the show.

The two boys clung to one another, mashing their stomachs against each other. The lupine ground himself into the slick, already well lubricated grasp of his lover, pumping with every ounce of strength and speed he could muster. Piat meanwhile just leaned back and let his wolf have at him, wrapping his legs around Hemlock's waist and crossing his ankles behind him. It didn't take long at all for the purple fellow's knot to begin to swell, popping into the now breathless squirrel's passage, then popping back out each time he pumped forward, then back.

Ginger could hear them both, and feel the jostling their union was causing. She knew what they were doing. And after a moment, she felt the head of the wolf's member press in against her from underneath. It wasn't much of him, but enough to make his presence known to her. She shivered again, driving her paw between her legs once more. She was trapped inside a horny squirrel being filled by his boyfriend, about to get soaked in however much seed the big, purple dog might give.

She didn't have to wait long to find out. A howl filled the living room, no doubt upsetting the other neighbors. A hearty surge of white gushed forth, giving Piat reason to stretch further than just the bunny's presence had. The squirrel cried out as well, clinging to his boyfriend as his own length spasmed anew, adding to the sticky splatter he had already made earlier. His womb gurgled loudly as it was suddenly filled like a balloon. Ginger was awash in the sea of seed, hit by a third climax. She would have screamed again, but she was busy trying to keep her head above 'water'.

Eventually, all three managed to settle down, huffing, panting, and clinging to whatever they could get their arms around. Ginger was at a distinct disadvantage on that front, but she didn't care. Hemlock waited patiently for his knot to shrink so he could pull free, then laid his head against his lover's squishy tummy. He could still feel the bunny inside fidgeting about. Her efforts had slowed, but she was writhing, moaning, unable to sit still.

"Mmm, so I guess this means we found ourselves a third? The two-man show is a trio now?" Hemlock asked.

Piat took a while to respond, still trying to catch his breath. It was the first time he had been filled while carrying someone, and it was quite the exhilarating experience.

"Maybe so," he huffed, "Depends on what Ginger thinks."

Hemlock grinned, pressing an ear to the dome housing the bunny, listening to her make all sorts of noises.

"Sounds like she's in favor of it. I think she likes it in there. I remember back when I had my first dive in. It was about like what she's doing." the wolf said.

"Yeah... I remember," Piat said, "But I think it won't be a trio for a little while. You got so eager that you didn't aim for the other hole. I think you might have locked her in."

Hemlock turned his head so that his chin rest on the squirrel's belly, whimpering softly.

"Does that mean I can't climb in with her?" he asked.

"Oh god... both of you in there, I won't be able to stand. Or think," Piat said, "Don't tempt me, evil wolf."

Ways to support me Patreon - Buy me a coffee - Amazon Author Page Tumblr: The Treetop Inn Twitter: @BlueBallSmokey