Waking Up

Story by Tristan Hawthorne on SoFurry

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#3 of Patreon Reward Vignettes

This one is for FA: TimberPuppers , who wanted a sweet cuddly interaction with one of my hunky pred characters in the aftermath of lewd vore.

So I set my equine incubus upon him. Being able to feel emotions makes one a very good lover....

Contains: Sentient Muscle, Flashback to Sex, Morning After, Flashback to Vore, Fear of Abandonment, Flashback to Absorption, And a Reassuring Hunk of a Horse

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Faint warmth. A shifting, flexing sensation. Being squeezed. Held. Thoughts were far away, only sensations were present. Sensations and emotion.

Those too, faded.

Timber's mind fluttered, swimming up to consciousness. His body was relaxed, splayed out in his bed. Covers over himself. The pup shifted lightly, feeling the bedding slide against his fur as the previous night's activities came into focus.

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The beautiful black stallion pressed the dog against his bed, his breath a rush of heat washing down Timber's form. His mane draped to one side, falling in elegant waving curls, and his vibrant green eyes bore into the smaller male's own.

Timber wrapped his arms eagerly around the broad shoulders of his date, panting heavily. It was rare that the canine had a chance to take a horse in bed, but he was up to the challenge. His own arousal throbbed as it ground against the equine's defined abs.

The ebon horse rumbled, a low, predatory sound. "Are you ready to be part of me?"

The pup whimpered blissfully, unwrapping one arm from around the thrusting stud and up into his steadily opening jaws.

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The dog sat up in bed, eyes suddenly wide. He was alone. He didn't see any evidence of his dear predator in the room. A pang shot through his heart. He'd hoped there'd been some deeper connection, especially after the night they'd had.

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Timber felt his tailhole finally close up from the absence of the equine shaft. He panted in the depths of the larger male's chest as the world seemed to invert. He was experienced enough to know that it was he who had been upended, to allow gravity to help. His puppy pecker ground against the furrow of the horse's tongue for a few more moments before he sank deeper.

The dog's blue nose pressed at the cardia deep within, his ears still awash with the rush of air in his date's lungs and the steady beat of his heart. His face gradually pressed through the fleshy valve and he found light hitting his eyelids, much to his surprise. When Timber opened his eyes, he beheld an unearthly green glow filling the fleshy chamber ahead of him.

His reverie was distracted from by the fat stallion tongue grinding at his well-used rear entrance, sending him squirming and moaning again. He could feel his predator groaning in appreciation all around him, before the swallows began properly in earnest.

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One of the canine's floppy ears shot up. Down the hall, a distinct sound could be heard. The faucet was running. It turned off. Every worried furrow on his face was replaced by the brightest grin, wagging his tail against the bedding.

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Curled up deep within the larger male, the glowing walls squeezed and flexed, sending trembling shocks of pleasure all through the trapped dog. Timber's mind was awash in it. He had lost track of the number of times he'd been brought to his climax.

As the stomach milked him for pleasure, it also worked on softening him. The canine was fully expecting to have melted fully by now, but those talented walls kept him solid enough to have his senses. Solid enough to be teased and pleasured again and again. It wasn't until he passed out from pleasure that his body was finally set to being absorbed.

In place of dreams, the fully claimed dog felt the world as part of the beautiful male, the flex of his muscles with every movement...

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The stallion walked into the bedroom, smiling. His figure was far less imposing in the light of day, though he still bore the signs of his meal. His body was bulkier than when he'd been making love to the fit pup. He was wearing an apron that was far too small for his form, which just added to the non-threatening air the predator exuded. His hands held a tray, and he brought it to the bed, setting it down next to the seated pup, smiling warmly. "Didn't mean to scare you. I'd hoped to finish breakfast before you woke up."

"You didn't scare me, silly." Timber smiled brightly.

The black stud chuckled and rubbed his thick thumb along one of the dog's cheeks. "I felt that little moment of panic from all the way in the kitchen. Adorable, but still too much fear for such a sweet pup to bear."

"You felt that...?" The pup reached a hand up to stroke the wrist of the hand cupping the side of his face, feeling so very small.

The horse nodded. "Yes. Made a bit more noise in the kitchen and it faded right away. You deserve more than a one night stand." He crooned warmly, and kissed the pup on the brow. When he pulled away, he pulled the cover off the tray he'd brought, revealing breakfast.

"H-how did you know what I have for breakfast?" Timber blinked, looking over the spread.

"You were part of me all night, silly." The baritone chuckled affectionately. "Go on, eat. Nothing I filled you with last night stayed with you." He rumbled playfully.

"Nope, one thing did." Timber grinned brightly, wagging.

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