THETA

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<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Welcome to THETA">><</silently>>\ You suddenly realise you're standing in a blank white room. And gravity exists. And you're breathing. You're alive. Or at least, you think so. Attempts at metahumour flicker through your consciousness, but are summarily quashed before they can get beyond this sentence. Slight existential crisis aside, you look around the pristine room. It seems rather mundane, aside from a large "Welcome!" sign hanging above, with an arrow pointing ahead, at a hole in reality itself. There's a similar arrow painted on the floor. Guess you're supposed to head in. Before that though, a strange object floats next to you, telling you to choose your name, species and gender. You could use them if you wanted. Full disclosure, you're 90% sure they don't actually have any affect on gameplay. Flicking through those screens, it then pans through a prerecorded introductory message. You've also got your phone with you, always nice to have by your side, along with your satchel. Pretty sure that's empty though. "Welcome to THETA! Advance warning, preferences here follow my own, so expect plenty of vore from both predator and prey side, plenty of alternative forms of vore, and lots of cutesy stuff. Mostly everything'll be vore-based fluff though. Have fun exploring and don't be afraid to look around and poke things! Though if you've got any shred of self-preservation instincts, you'll think twice before doing anything rash that might end up with you in a particularly precarious spot... ---- [[>Start Game->Start Game]] [[Dialogue Test]] <<silently>> <<set $partyLocation to "Title Screen">> <</silently>>

In the central plaza, the area is an oasis of calm amidst the bustle of the city. It provides plenty of places to rest, though they hardly provide any shade from the sun overhead. There's a little shade beneath the large fountain in the centre, but even then that's usually occupied by the few people milling about nearby. Paths to other areas of the city lead out at each corner, eventually leading off down winding roads. The entire plaza is surrounded in old buildings, long since converted to Pubs, tourist shops and Cafes. There's a certain Pub which is apparently popular, that you could check out if you were interested. You can't place specifically, but you feel drawn to that on in particular over all the other choices. Close to you though, hidden amidst plenty of other shops, is a small, quaint Cafe that similarly catches your eye. Most people pay it no mind, but your gaze lingers on it like it's important, somehow. Concrete tiles mark out a path to the corners of plaza, leading out from a central point the roads head off to the other main areas of town, or you could always slip into an Alleyway for a shortcut. <<if $PhiraeMet is not true>> The rush of water from the fountain draws your attention to an anthro black cat sprawled over a bench nearby, laying in the sun. There aren't many other people about, and those that aren't busy rushing off still don't seem to be paying attention to the lazing feline. He catches your eye and promptly sits up, brushing himself off in an attempt to look partially professional, before standing up properly. You could totally say hi, if you wanted. <</if>> <<linkreplace"Look at the fountain" transition>> The central fountain is a myriad of stepped water-levels, jutting up around a central raised platform. Despite the myriad of colours and drops, it hardly looks impressive with its stone worn and faded over time. Three main jets spout up about ten feet high, raining down on the highest levels from from a statue of a dragon curled around the top layers, fashioned to look like a mountain. You're not sure what event it's supposed to be depicting, but there's only a blank space where a commemorative plaque used to sit. <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Look at the bench" transition>> Calling it a bench would be slightly inaccurate. It's closer to sections of raised stone that encircle the main fountain at its cardinal points. It doesn't look that comfy, but the cat seemed to think so when he was napping on it.<</linkreplace>> ---- <<if $PhiraeMet is not true>>[[-Greet the cat-->Phirae First]] <<elseif $companion is not "Phirae" and $PhiraeLocation is "Mitiene - C">>[[-Talk to the cat-->Phirae]] [[-Devour the cat-->Phirae Devour]] <</if>>\ <span class="locked">>Go to the Cafe (COMING SOON)</span> [[>Go to the Pub->Pub]] <span class="locked">>Head into the Alleyway (COMING SOON)</span> \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Central Plaza">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavNW to "Mitiene - NW">> <<set $NavNE to "Mitiene - NE">> <<set $NavSW to "Mitiene - SW">> <<set $NavSE to "Mitiene - SE">> <</silently>>

Mitiene's commercial district is incredibly busy at this time of day, filled with crowds milling about. It would be a great place simply to people-watch, if only the tide of shoppers would calm for a moment. If you weren't busy watching its occupants, the buildings themselves would be equally enjoyable, to stare at, with massive towers and winding mazes of side streets, each as chock full of shops as the last. It's a wonder the city isn't a logistical nightmare. The streets wind on towards the South, in a wide arc around the Eastern half of the city. Tall Office buildings block out a further view of the city, dozens inside working away despite the bright sunny day. Even the smaller buildings filled with micros, still manage to be impressively tall. <<linkreplace "Look at all the shops" transition>> The shops are the usual city centre variety, a cascade of fashion and food barely keeping up with the hustle and bustle of commerce. Though with shifting demand, more of these are forever marked with Last Chance Sales, before they are shuttered and replaced, subsumed by some other franchise store. <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Watch the crowds" transition>> Somehow people manage to avoid you standing in the middle of the street, parting and flowing around like a river around a rock. <</linkreplace>> ---- <span class="locked">>Enter the office (COMING SOON)</span> <span class="locked">>Go to the Gym (COMING SOON)</span> \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Commercial District North">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavS to "Mitiene - SE">> <<set $NavW to "Mitiene - NW">> <<set $NavSW to "Mitiene - C">> <</silently>>

Heading along the winding streets, eventually you come to the town's more residential area. Although small stores cling to alcoves where they can, most of the tall buildings here seem dedicated to apartments. The shift also comes with a slight shift in tone for the streets. It's far quieter and more peaceful here compared to the hustle and bustle of the city centre, although it still seems rather busy with people commuting to and fro, littering the sidewalks. The buildings themselves seem stacked against one another for space, almost a formless mass aside from the myriad of alleyways between each one. In Mitiene's residential area, small stores cling to alcoves wherever they can, since most of the tall buildings here seem dedicated to apartments. It's far quieter and more peaceful here than the hustle and bustle of the city centre, but is still rather busy, with people commuting to and fro, littering the sidewalks. The buildings themselves seem stacked against one another for space, almost a formless mass aside from the myriad of alleyways between each one. A familiar Apartment Block greets you nearby, though you can see a small Convenience Store that piques your interest a few streets down. ---- <span class="locked">>Enter the Apartments (COMING SOON)</span> [[>Go to the Convenience Store->Convenience Store]] <span class="locked">>Head into the Alleyway (COMING SOON)</span> \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Residential Area">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavS to "Mitiene - SW">> <<set $NavSE to "Mitiene - C">> <<set $NavE to "Mitiene - NE">> <</silently>>

Mitiene's commercial district is its busiest, and there's no mistaking it. The streets are crowded with people of different colours, shapes and sizes, all in a bustle to get to their no-doubt busy schedules. Even then, throughout the crowds there are few taking in the sights, gawking at the tall, masive complexes and the myriad of sidestreets, packed with local vendors. So many street food carts mix their smells, from barbecued meats to sweet ice cream, there seems to be everything you can think of and more. And these streets wind on through the city, like a loop for the entire Eastern half. A large Theatre is clearly visible nearby, with all its banners and lights. <<linkreplace "Go for some streetfood" transition>> You manage to somehow end up with multiple hotdogs, ice creams, pretzels, and churros before you realise how much you've been snacking. Oh, what's the harm in one more cotton candy? Ooh, and some pizza, sure! <</linkreplace>> ---- <span class="locked">>Go to the Theatre (COMING SOON)</span> \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Commercial District South">> <<set $partyLocation to "Mitiene - SE">> <<set $NavN to "Mitiene - NE">> <<set $NavW to "Mitiene - SW">> <<set $NavNW to "Mitiene - C">> <</silently>>

The Southern portion of the city seems more dedicated to leisure than anything else, though that doesn't stop the encroaching tide of shops from the East spilling out for quite a way. Restaurants and bars dot across the streets, between small hobby and niche wares. Though both are dominated by public-funded buildings, museums and libraries and parks making this a rather lucrative place to live. Though most of the occupants of this section of the city are students, given the nearby university campus. How they manage to afford anything here is beyond you. Along the road, a large Park extends out, giving a great view of the landscape not obstructed by buildings. Well, until it reaches the buildings on the other side, at least. Close to you though, the Library has its outermost doors open, its opening times now replaced by a sign declaring it open 24/7 - no doubt for all the students inside. ---- [[>Go to the Park->Park]] [[>Go to the Library->Library]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Gardens">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavN to "Mitiene - NW">> <<set $NavE to "Mitiene - SE">> <<set $NavNE to "Mitiene - C">> <</silently>>

"The Rabbit and Rose" the lettering says, with an image of a stylised rabbit, it's side half merged with one edge of the flower. It looks like it could do with a new designer, honestly... The atmosphere is cozy, more than cramped. The floor is clean, but still well-worn. And the drinks are superb, and worth everything they cost - or so says the owner working behind the bar. It's surprisingly busy for so early in the afternoon, though it doesn't seem like too many people are actually drinking anything alcoholic. Mostly just chatting and eating snacks, and keeping the place bustling. The place is small enough to have seats along half of the bar, though most patrons are settled at tables scattered throughout. Only a couple of booths hang towards the rear of the pub, more secretive, where you're sure more...frowned upon activities take place. You're sure that the snow leopard back there doesn't normally have a belly that big and round... ---- [[-Go over to the bar-->Pub Bar]] [[-Sit at one of the tables-->Pub Booth]] [[>Back Outside->Mitiene - C]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: The Rabbit and Rose">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavOut to "Mitiene - C">> <</silently>>

The alley barely has enough space for you to walk comfortably, though it's more due to the various random things littering the walls than the actual space. Maybe you could fit three people abreast, but you constantly have to watch your step not to trip over an errant bicycle tire or trash bags. ---- [[>Head North->Mitiene - NW]] [[>Head towards the Centre of town->Mitiene - C]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Alleyway">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavN to "Mitiene - NW">> <<set $NavS to "Mitiene - C">> <</silently>>

Giant banner archways welcome you to Grand Flourish Theatre. Inside the theatre greets you with a series of strange smells, dusty despite the smell of disinfectant and cleaning fluid. ---- <<if $companion isnot "Etto">>[[-Talk to the eagle-->Etto]] <<else>><</if>>\ [[Theatre Bar]] [[Theatre Speakeasy]] [[Theatre Auditorium]] [[Theatre Dressing Room]] [[>Head back Outside->Mitiene - SE]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Theatre">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavOut to "Mitiene - SE">> <</silently>>

Inside the cafe is rather cozy, mostly from the myriad placement of tables throughout the small shop. Most of them seem occupied by people chatting away the day, with drinks and cakes aplenty. There are still a few empty tables at least, and despite the number of people inside, it doesn't feel all too busy. <<Dialogue Thistle>>"It's relaxing, so take a load off and have a drink."<</Dialogue>> A squirrel's voice interrupts your thoughts, calling you forward to the counter. <<Dialogue Thistle>>"Hi, I'm Thistle, what can I get ya?"<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Talk to Thistle->Thistle]] [[>Go Outside->Mitiene - C]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Cafe">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavOut to "Mitiene - C">> <</silently>>

You look at the props on set. Among all the miscellaneous objects, the stuff that looks fun are a sword, a knight's helm, a top hat, and a deck of cards. ---- [[>Get off the stage->Theatre]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: On Stage">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <</silently>>

---- [[Talk to the kitsune->Cream]] [[>Back->Theatre]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Theatre">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <</silently>>

There's a lot of alcohol and other expensive looking things in here. ---- [[>Back downstairs->Theatre]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Theatre Speakeasy">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavDown to "Theatre">> <</silently>>

[[>Back->Cafe]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Cafe">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavOut to "Cafe">> <</silently>>

[[>Back->Cafe]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Cafe Bathroom">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavOut to "Cafe">> <</silently>>

Although its architecture seems somewhat lacking compared to most of Mitiene, that stands as a testament to how old the building is. The rough-hewn stone has seen better days, with its intricate carvings worn and faded, but it doesn't detract from the library's overall magnificence. Although no grand pillars, or gaudy statues declare the library as a haven or fountain of knowledge, but the sheer size of the building more than makes up for it, dominating the entire half of the road. Flags and banners drape across it, slowly rippling in the breeze between large, ornate windows, until your eyes are drawn to the doors, wide open and welcoming. The smell of books greets you into the quiet space, almost muffling the sounds of the outside world in its blanket of warmth and knowledge. It's a peaceful quiet, with the murmur of studying and discussion interspersed with the quiet ruffle of pages turning. Stairs lead up to other areas of the library including dedicated Study Rooms, though you can see the upper balcony easily enough from where you are, at the aisles upon aisles of books. Down here though, there's separate space for tables and chairs, most of which already seem occupied by students. ---- [[>Search the Bookshelves->Library Bookshelves]] [[>Check the nearby Tables->Library Tables]] [[>Head up to the Study Rooms->Library Study Room]] [[>Go back Outside->Mitiene - SW]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Library">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavN to "Library Bookshelves">> <<set $NavE to "Library Tables">> <<set $NavUp to "Library Study Room">> <<set $NavOut to "Mitiene - SW">> <</silently>>

You head along the upstairs study rooms, though most of them seem already full. It's quieter up here, away from the main area, though you can still here the muffled discussions and arguments going on amidst the frantic cramming. You can't really make out what they're about since the soundproofing is good enough to muffle most of the noise, so the sound of sobbing is probably just your imagination. Exams, right? Eventually you come to a room near the end of the corridor, with only one other occupant. The taur inside waves you in warmly, smiling at you as she offers you a seat. Or, after she pats her lower half, a place to rest up against her instead. The room itself is fairly small, with only a single table and a few chairs around it, and that's easily filled by the pile of books strewn across it. Upstairs is a lot quieter than the main area, though there are still hushed discussions coming from nearby rooms. The one you're in is quieter still, silent bar the soft rustle of pages and the only other occupant softly murmuring to herself as she reads. As if her size along wasn't enough to take up a good portion of the room itself, the single table in the centre of the room has a rather precarious pile of books and papers on it. It seems like it's going to topple at any moment, but the taur doesn't seem to notice, too busy studying and only glancing up to give you warm, friendly smiles. ---- <<if $RylideMet is not true>>[[-Talk to the bunnytaur for the first time-->Rylide First]] <<elseif $companion isnot "Rylide">>[[-Talk to the bunnytaur-->Rylide]] <<else>><</if>>\ [[>Back downstairs->Library]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Library Study Rooms">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavDown to "Library">> <</silently>>

You search through the bookshelves and pick a book at random: <<= either("You stumble across a small notepad, clearly not belonging to the rest of the books on this shelf. You open it up in search of the owner’s name anywhere, but are instead greeted by the sight of some...rather lewd drawings. Wow...They’re uh...actually pretty good. Even if the subject matter is a little weird. Who knew you could fit that much in there?<br><br>Strangely aroused, and significantly more embarrassed, you hide the book where you found it. Hopefully nobody saw you read that." , "A deep purple tome jumps out at you while you scan the shelves, practically pulling your hand to its spine. You didn’t even read the title before opening it up. It’s confusing at first: There aren’t any words per se, but somehow you start to understand the scribblings and etchings, like they’re swimming into focus just on the edge of your comprehension. If only you could sink in a little further...<br><br>SNAP!<br><br>Okay, let’s put this back before you forget who you are again." , "History books. Yawn. Or they would be, if this one wasn’t about DRAGONS.<br><br>\“...The Principality of Cherlon survived only as long as its draconic protector was there to save it. Situated close enough to her mountain ranges, Corathe housed both the Royal Prince and lodgings for an adult Redwing Wyvern. The country flourished for several generations before the rise in Southern and Western Drake populations forced her to emigrate further East. In the ensuing power vacuum, border territories came under increasing pressures from monsters and political opponents, leading to its eventual reunification under the reign of King Culrin II after almost fifty years of turmoil...\”<br><br>Okay no, you were wrong, it’s mostly boring politics, that just so happens to be involving dragons." , "You choose an interesting enough looking book, with a picture of a cactus and herbs gracing the cover.<br><br>\“Alchemy for Absolute Beginners: Don’t Drink That!\” by Keah Leathie. It’s contents page goes on and on with weird uses for plants you’ve never even heard of. You’re fairly certain they’re not going to be as magical as the book claims they are though.")>> ---- [[-Explore the other shelves-->Lowen Library]] <<cw>> (Oral vore)<</cw>> [[>Stop browsing->Library]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Library">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavS to "Library">> <</silently>>

A mouse and an otter sit on opposing sides of a small table, idly chatting away, despite the huffs and glares from other people nearby. From the sounds of it, they're discussing a variety of unrelated topics. Such gossips really shouldn't be in a library… A short, chubby red panda dutifully sits at a desk nearby, rather absorbed in reading. A closer look at the book shows it's about recent advances in the field of phantom biology, which sounds like an oxymoron if you've ever heard one. He looks up momentarily to give you a soft smile. <span id=rumours></span> <<link "Listen for rumours">><<replace "#rumours" transition>><<include "Library Rumours">><</replace>><</link>> ---- [[-Talk to the red panda-->Willow]] [[-Sneak up on the red panda-->Willow Sneak TV]] <<cw>>Tail vore<</cw>> [[>Back to the main area->Library]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Library">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavW to "Library">> <</silently>>

Aside from the wide grassy space, there's plenty of trees running along several paths through the main area, acting as living archways. The park itself seems staggered into two areas, the natural slope of the ground leading down to a lower area, with a pond. ---- <<if $companion isnot "Bishop">>[[-Talk to the dog-->Bishop]] <<else>><</if>>\ [[>Head back to the street->Mitiene - SW]] \<<silently>> (set: $HeaderText to "Location: Park") <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavN to "Park North">> <<set $NavW to "Park Lake">> <<if $companion is "Phirae">><<set $NavS to "Cammie Park">><<else>><<set $NavS to "Park South">><</if>> <<set $NavOut to "Mitiene - SW">> <</silently>>

The Northen part of the park offers great views of the rest, as well as into the city. There's an especially large tree, with winding roots and branches. It looks like the perfect spot to relax beneath. You peer between the canopy, and spot that it's actually occupied, from a ferret sitting on one of the higher branches. ---- <<if $companion isnot "Bramble">>[[-Talk to the ferret-->Bramble]] <<else>>\<</if>>\ \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Park">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavW to "Park Lake">> <<set $NavS to "Park">> <</silently>>

The lower section of the park is rather busy with people at play, though also with people relaxing near a small pond. ---- STUFF GOES HERE \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Park">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavN to "Park">> <<set $NavW to "Park Lake">> <</silently>>

A small lake, with clear water and a lost ball floating in it ---- STUFF GOES HERE \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Central Plaza">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavN to "Park North">> <<set $NavE to "Park">> <<set $NavS to "Park South">> <</silently>>

A small 24/7 grocery store, one of the many "Presto!" chains you see dotted around the city. The interior is brightly lit, and rather inviting. You could probably grab something from here if you were hungry. The store is brightly lit, stocked with shelves of fresh produce and various snacks. The shop itself barely fits more than three of them inside, though the cozy atmosphere isn't too bad, considering how it doesn't seem all that busy. <<if $companion isnot "Scone">>Aside from yourself, only the store clerk is around. A nametag on her shirt shows her name as <<Dialogue Scone>>"Scone"<</Dialogue>>. A rather ironic name, considering the bakery section right next to you. She watches you attentively, her large ears twisting towards you before the mouse greets you with a smile<</if>> ---- <<if $companion isnot "Scone">><<link ">Talk to the mouse behind the counter" "Scone Store">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>\ [[>Back Outside->Mitiene - NW]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Convenience Store">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavOut to "Mitiene - NW">> <</silently>>

You walk into a wide open space, your footsteps clicking of the wooden floor beneath you. It's rather well kept, with several sets of tables and sofas for people to meet. Light streams in from wide windows on the roof, keeping the area quite warm in the midday sun. Some stairs lead up to a balcony overlooking the room, and looks like it leads off into a few corridors upstairs. From there, more staircases lead up into people's rooms, encircling the main atrium. Your place is up on the Second Floor, West Side. ---- <<if $companion isnot "Rif">>[[>Talk to the micro fox->Rif]] <<else>>\<</if>>\ [[>Go home->Your Apartment]] [[>Back outside->Mitiene - NW]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Apartments">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavOut to "Mitiene - NW">> <</silently>>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "The V O I D ">><</silently>>\ <span id="void">Ooooooh void</span> <<convo "Float around aimlessly" void>><<= either("Ooooh void","The void extends off into the distance, forever","The fact that there's text here actually diminishes from how much sheer nothing exists in the void.","void","","","","","There's nothing here.","The void is deafeningly silent.")>><</convo>> ---- <<link ">Respawn" "Mitiene - C">><</link>> \<<silently>> <<set $health to 100>> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <</silently>>

You get the feeling you shouldn't be in here. Mostly because the author is here too, glaring at you. You're in a strange, lab-like office. You're not quite sure which. On one hand, there's a whole bunch of hi-tech gadgets and equipment strewn around, along with what seems like an operating table - which hardly seems like standard office furniture. But the heavy wooden desk, littered with papers and computers seems very office like.

<h2>Writing, Coding, Art, Etc</h2>\ <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/phietto/" target="_blank"><<link "furaffinity.com/phietto">><</link>></a> <h2>More Games on itch.io</h2>\ <a href="https://phietto.itch.io/" target="_blank"><<link "phietto.itch.io">><</link>></a> <h2>Inspiration and Bug Testing:</h2>\ Zanderkat - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/shadecerule/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> Eaton - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/eaton/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> Cammie - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/fill783/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> Makar - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/makar-ro/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> <h2>With Cameos from:</h2>\ Cammie - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/fill783/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> Cherri - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ihatethathedgehog/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> Leon - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bluespark/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> Lowen - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/caliburman/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> Richie - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/smokeyrodent/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> Saoshi - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thunderstrike23" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> Selicia - <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/chomanderjake/" target="_blank"><<link "(Furaffinity)">><</link>></a> <h2>Special thanks to all my Patrons:</h2>\ <<include Patrons>> <h2>Support my stuff on Patreon:</h2>\ <a href="https://www.patreon.com/phietto" target="_blank"><<link "patreon.com/phietto">><</link>></a> <h2>Donate via Ko-fi:</h2>\ <a href="https://ko-fi.com/phietto" target="_blank"><<link "ko-fi.com/phietto">><</link>></a> ---- <span style="display:block; text-align:center"><<button "Close Credits">> <<script>> Dialog.close(); <</script>><</button>></span> \<<silently>> <<set $scenesUnlocked to true>> <<include UpdateUIBar>> <</silently>>

You go to step through the hole in space, and feel your gut drop. Your head hurts and everything feels wrong. You try to stagger, but it's hard to keep track of your legs, let alone your spinning surroundings. Suddenly everything goes dark. But you can still feel everything moving, shifting, spinning. It's so warm. And tight. It's exhausting... You blink, and suddenly you're outside in what seems like a plaza of some kind. Vague memories of blank white rooms and a constantly shifting body fade with each passing second, but they still leave a sense of unease through your guts. The sun shines down from mostly overhead, warm and afternoon-like. A cool wind does little in fighting the heat, but at least it stops it from being unbearably hot out. It's probably worse with the lack of shade out in the open. And that probably explains why you were out of it for a second just now: you're probably dehydrated or something. You shake your head and look around, trying to remember what you were doing. ---- <<link ">Press to continue" "Mitiene - C">><</link>> <<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "The Void">> <<set $partyLocation to "Start Game">> <</silently>>

<<CharacterHeader "Phirae" "Phirae Kinwood" "Domestic Cat" "He/Him">> <<set _idle to random(1,5)>><<switch _idle>> <<case 1>> Phirae snaps out of whatever daydream he's lost in to look at you.<<Dialogue Phirae>>"Hm? What's up?"<</Dialogue>> \<<case 2>> Phirae's ears perk up at your voice, <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Did you need anything?"<</Dialogue>> \<<case 3>> The cat groans and stretches, barely responding to you aside from a slightly raised eyebrow. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Hm?"<</Dialogue>> \<<case 4>> Phirae looks at you and grins. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"What're you thinking about?"<</Dialogue>> \<<case 5>> Phirae doesn't seem to be paying attention, but his ears still swivel towards you at the sound of your voice. \<<case 6>> Phirae stops tapping a rhythm on his leg, jots something down quickly, then looks over to you. \<</switch>> \<<if $PhiraeLust>=80>> The feline doesn't seem to be capable of standing still, with a slight red tinge to his cheeks, His gaze twitches down to your waist far too often. And to your backside, whenever you turn around. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Did you need me for anything?"<</Dialogue>> He swallows, before biting his lip softly. He seems rather frisky, right now. \<<elseif $PhiraeLust>=40>> The feline doesn't seem to be capable of standing still, with a slight red tinge to his cheeks, His gaze twitches down to your waist every so often. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"What's up?"<</Dialogue>> He asks, glancing away. He looks a little more excited than usual. \<</if>> ---- [[Get a better look at Phirae->Phirae Look]] [[Talk to Phirae->Phirae Talk]] [[Pet Phi->Phirae Pet]] <<AffectionLocked Phirae 1 "Hug Phirae">><<if $PhiraeLust >=50>>[[-Hug Phirae-->Phirae Hug]] <<cw>>(Oral vore, Player as Pred or Prey)<</cw>><<else>>[[Hug Phirae->Phirae Hug]]<</if>><</AffectionLocked>> [[-Devour the cat-->Phirae Devour]] <<AffectionLocked Phirae 1 "-Offer yourself up to Phirae-">>[[-Offer yourself up to Phirae-->Phirae Submit]]<</AffectionLocked>> <<if $PhiraeAffection >= 3>>[[-Get frisky with Phirae-->Phirae Fun]]<<else>><<AffectionLocked Phirae 2 "-Get frisky with Phirae-">><<LustLocked Phirae 40 "-Get frisky with Phirae-">>[[-Get frisky with Phirae-->Phirae Fun]]<</LustLocked>><</AffectionLocked>><</if>> <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $fancyDialogue to "Fancy">> <<set $playerName to "Jenryk">> <<set $playerSpecies to "fox">> <<set $playerHasBoobs to false>> <<set $playerHasDick to true>> <<set $playerHasBalls to true>> <<set $playerHasWomb to true>> <<set $prey to { "Belly":{}, "Butt":{}, "Balls":{}, "Womb":{} }>> <<set $health to 100>> <<set $internalTimer to 0>> <<set $cash to 10>> <<set $hours to 13>> <<set $minutes to 45>> <<set $period = $hours >= 12 ? "PM" : "AM">> <<set $hours12 = $hours > 12 ? $hours - 12 : $hours>> <<set $time to $hours + ":" + ($minutes < 10 ? "0" + $minutes : $minutes)>> <<set $time12 = $hours12 + ":" + ($minutes < 10 ? "0" + $minutes : $minutes) + " " + $period>> <<set $first to true>> <<set $HeaderText to "Title Screen">> <<set $partyLocation to "Title Screen">> <<set $companion to "None">> <<set $CharacterList to ["Phirae","Etto","Rylide","Rif","Scone","Bishop","Thistle","Cream"]>> <<set $PhiraeLust to 0>> <<set $PhiraeAffection to 0>> <<set $PhiraeLocation to "Mitiene - C">> <<set $EttoLust to 0>> <<set $EttoAffection to 0>> <<set $EttoLocation to "Theatre">> <<set $RylideLust to 0>> <<set $RylideAffection to 0>> <<set $RylideQuest to 0>> <<set $RylideLocation to "Library Study Room">> <<set $RifLust to 0>> <<set $RifAffection to 0>> <<set $RifLocation to "Apartments">> <<set $SconeLust to 0>> <<set $SconeAffection to 0>> <<set $SconeLocation to "Convenience Store">> <<set $MuffinLust to 0>> <<set $MuffinAffection to 0>> <<set $MuffinLocation to "Library Tables">> <<set $BishopLust to 0>> <<set $BishopAffection to 0>> <<set $BishopLocation to "Park">> <<set $ThistleLust to 0>> <<set $ThistleAffection to 0>> <<set $ThistleLocation to "Cafe">> <<set $BrambleLust to 0>> <<set $BrambleAffection to 0>> <<set $BrambleLocation to "Park North">> <<set $WillowLust to 0>> <<set $WillowAffection to 0>> <<set $WillowLocation to "Library Tables">> <<set $MochaLust to 0>> <<set $MochaAffection to 0>> <<set $MochaLocation to "Library Tables">> <<set $CreamLust to 0>> <<set $CreamAffection to 0>> <<set $CreamLocation to "Theatre Bar">> <<set $scene to 0>> <<set $ContentWarning to true>> <<set $Menu to 1>> <<set $NavNW to "Null">> <<set $NavN to "Null">> <<set $NavNE to "Null">> <<set $NavW to "Null">> <<set $NavC to "Null">> <<set $NavE to "Null">> <<set $NavSW to "Null">> <<set $NavS to "Null">> <<set $NavSE to "Null">> <<set $NavUp to "Null">> <<set $NavDown to "Null">> <<set $NavIn to "Null">> <<set $NavOut to "Null">> <</silently>>

<span id="PassageHeader">\ ---- ---- <<nobr>> <h1 id="HeaderText">$HeaderText</h1> <</nobr>>\ ---- ---- </span> <<silently>> <<set $NavNW to "Null">> <<set $NavN to "Null">> <<set $NavNE to "Null">> <<set $NavW to "Null">> <<set $NavC to "Null">> <<set $NavE to "Null">> <<set $NavSW to "Null">> <<set $NavS to "Null">> <<set $NavSE to "Null">> <<set $NavUp to "Null">> <<set $NavDown to "Null">> <<set $NavIn to "Null">> <<set $NavOut to "Null">> <</silently>>

<<nobr>> <<if tags().includes("overworld")>> <<if $companion is "None">> <<else>> <<=`<<set $`+$companion+`Location to $partyLocation>>`>> <br><br><<link "-Talk to your companion-" $companion>><</link>> <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>>\ ---- ---- <<if tags().includes("overworld")>><<include "Navigation Table">><</if>> <span class="ContentWarning"></span> <<done>><<time random(0,2)>><</done>>

<table style="width:90%"> <tr> <td style="width: 20%; text-align:right"> ''Name:'' </td> <td style="width: 5%"> </td> <td style="width: 75%"><<textbox "$playerName" $playerName>></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="width: 20%; text-align:right">''Species:''</td> <td style="width: 5%"> </td> <td style="width: 75%"><<=` <<textbox "$playerSpecies" "` + $playerSpecies.toLocaleUpperFirst() + `">> `>></td> </tr> </table>\ \<table style="width:90%"> <tr> <td style="text-align:right">Has Boobs:</td> <td> </td> <td><<checkbox "$playerHasBoobs" false true autocheck>></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="text-align:right">Has Dick: </td> <td> </td> <td><<checkbox "$playerHasDick" false true autocheck>></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="text-align:right">Has Balls: </td> <td> </td> <td><<checkbox "$playerHasBalls" false true autocheck>></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="text-align:right">Has Womb: </td> <td> </td> <td><<checkbox "$playerHasWomb" false true autocheck>></td> </tr> </table> ---- <span style="display:block; text-align:center"><<button "Close Character Sheet" >> <<set $playerName to $playerName.toLocaleUpperFirst()>> <<set $playerSpecies to $playerSpecies.toLowerCase()>> <<script>> Dialog.close(); <</script>><</button>></span>

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There's lots of props and costumes backstage, along with dressing rooms. Though they both seem to be the same thing, given how boxes litter both, even filling the hallway with random paraphenelia. Heading about, busily preparing something is a large blue rabbit briskly sorting through things and apparently searching for something in particular. He's sorting through things at a rather rapid pace, building several large piles of props ---- [[>Back->Theatre]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Dressing Rooms">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <</silently>>

<<CharacterHeader "Etto" "Etto Cavenley" "White-Tailed Eagle" "He/Him">> [[Get a better look at Etto->Etto Look]] [[Talk to Etto->Etto Talk]] [[Ask Etto to come along with you->Etto Companion]] ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>> <<silently>><<if $EttoMet is not true>><<set $EttoMet to true>><</if>><</silently>>

<<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> <<= either( "Rylide’s long ears twitch when she hears you. She smiles sweetly, taking a break to reach over and pet your head" , "Rylide stretches out and scratches her side with a forepaw, but you have her attention. <<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Yes?\”<</Dialogue>>" , "The taur whips around fast, despite her size. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Did you need something?”<</Dialogue>>" , "Before you can get a word out, Rylide’s picked you up and hugged you against her front. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Yes, cutie?”<</Dialogue>>" , "She thumps one foot, starting up conversation with a quick cuddle session immediately after." , "The bunny casually folds her forepaws in front of her when she settles down, so she’s level with you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“It’s a nice day we’re having, isn’t it?”<</Dialogue>>" , "With a soft flop, the rabbit’s lower half becomes a fluffy loaf. She seems unaware of how cute it looks when she talks with you.")>> ---- [[Get a better look at Rylide->Rylide Look]] [[Talk to Rylide->Rylide Talk]] <<AffectionLocked Rylide 1 "Cuddle with Rylide">><<if $RylideLust >= 50>>[[Cuddle with Rylide->Rylide Hug]] <<cw>>Oral vore<</cw>><<else>>[[Cuddle with Rylide->Rylide Hug]]<</if>><</AffectionLocked>> <<if $RylideQuest == 100>>[[-Go for another taur tour-->Rylide Tour OV 2]]<<elseif $RylideQuest > 0>>[[-Cash in your ticket-->Rylide Tour OV 1]] <<cw>>Oral Vore<</cw>><</if>> <<AffectionLocked Rylide 1 "Climb onto the taur's back">><<if $RylideQuest >= 20>>[[-Try to climb onto the taur's back-->Rylide Ride AV]] <<cw>>Anal vore<</cw>><<else>>[[Climb onto the taur's back->Rylide Ride]]<</if>><</AffectionLocked>> <<AffectionLocked Rylide 2 "-Try to eat the taur-">>[[-Try to eat the taur-->Rylide Devour]]<</AffectionLocked>> <<AffectionLocked Rylide 1 "-Offer yourself to Rylide-">>[[-Offer yourself to Rylide-->Rylide Submit]]<</AffectionLocked>> <<AffectionLocked Rylide 3 "-Fool around with Rylide-">><<LustLocked Rylide 40 "-Fool around with Rylide-">>[[-Fool around with Rylide-->Rylide Fun]]<</LustLocked>><</AffectionLocked>> <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<CharacterHeader "Rif" "Rif Lufern" "Arctic Fox" "He/Him">> [[Get a better look at Rif->Rif Look]] [[Talk to Rif->Rif Talk]] [[Ask Rif to come along with you->Rif Companion]] ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>> <<silently>><<if $RifMet is not true>><<set $RifMet to true>><</if>><</silently>>

<<CharacterHeader "Scone" "Scone Enright" "Mouse" "She/Her">> [[Get a better look at Scone->Scone Look]] [[Talk to Scone->Scone Talk]] [[Ask Scone to come along with you->Scone Companion]] ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>> <<silently>><<if $SconeMet is not true>><<set $SconeMet to true>><</if>><</silently>>

<<CharacterHeader "Bramble" "Bramble Heatherford" "Ferret" "He/Him">> [[Get a better look at Bramble->Bramble Look]] [[Talk to Bramble->Bramble Talk]] [[Ask Bramble to come along with you->Bramble Companion]] ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>> <<silently>><<if $BrambleMet is not true>><<set $BrambleMet to true>><</if>><</silently>>

It’s home. Or at least it’s a place to crash, though you’d hardly recommend the hardwood floors as a good place for it. Your couch is a much better alternative, best cozied up with someone else there with you. Your decorating style isn’t anything to gawk at, with just a few tasteful pictures hanging from the walls, of...rather risque pictures, collected over the years. A window looks out towards the city, of the endless hustle and bustle of life still reaching out this far from the centre. At least the walls have decent sound-proofing. Mostly. ---- [[>Leave your apartment->Apartments]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Your Apartment">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <<set $NavDown to "Apartments">> <</silently>>

<<silently>><<if $PhiraeAffection < 2>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 2>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Phirae" "Phirae Kinwood" "Domestic Cat" "He/Him">> <span id="PhiPet"> \<<= either( "You reach up and pet the cat's head. He starts to purr, eyes drifting shut, and pushes his head against your hand. You scratch behind his ears, and he practically melts, visibly shaking for a moment before you let your hand fall away. He looks almost dejected that it's stopped." , "You scratch beneath Phirae's chin, eliciting quiet purrs as he tilts his head back for easier access. You see no reason to stop anytime soon, treating the purring feline to plenty of scritches. You eventually shift to scratch his cheek, then up to his ears. They flick as the cat shivers in delight. Adorable." , "Phirae's head nudges against your hand, so you appease him with gentle scratch and pets. He purrs quietly with a content smile, while his tail curls up behind him, quivering slightly. You almost don't want to stop, but eventually you do, though the cat seems a lot more relaxed now." , "You boop the cat when he least expects it. He yelps and flails, eyes screwed shut as he bats your hand away. He huffs, blushing. Poor thing's embarassed, now...")>>\ </span> <<link "Pet Phirae some more">><<include "Phirae Petting">><</link>>\ ---- [[>Back->Phirae]] <<silently>> <<lust Phirae random(-15,-5)>> <<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <</silently>>

<<= either( "The cat's eyes grow wide for a moment before he looks away, blushing heavily.Phirae gives some sort of strangled meow, but his tail curls up behind him, betraying his excitement. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"You want to do WHAT to my butt?\"<</Dialogue>>" , "You tell Phirae the worst pick up line you know, and he swoons. Phirae's ears lower as he blushes profusely, one paw half up to his mouth. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"Y-you really think so?\"<</Dialogue>>" , "You run a hand along your side and playfully sway your hips at the cat. You can see him staring, despite how much he tries not to. You playfully swat at your rump, squeezing and toying at it, before giving Phirae a quick wink. He mewls quietly, his face reddening even more." , "You hold the cat's paw and interlock your fingers with his, which seems enough to make him blush slightly. You shift to hold his wrist, and pull his hand up to your mouth. He gasps as you lick over one digit, making a show of dragging your tongue over his fur. The soft pad at the end of his finger squishes against your tongue, trying to feel around in your mouth, but you pull away before the cat gets any other ideas. Now he's blushing a lot more..." , "You lick over Phirae, who mewls and purrs heavily in response. You can see his knees growing weak as you keep licking him, especially as you drag your tongue over his ears. You take the tip of one into your mouth and nibble on it, eliciting more purring and slight wriggles, until his ear finally flicks free. You peer down at him, and see him staring at your mouth. You lick across the cat's cheek to get his attention, then open your mouth wide to show it off to him. He gasps softly, but his eyes never leave your mouth, even as they glance between various spots inside. You make a point of licking your lip, then huff, watching him shiver from the heat. You can tell the cat is barely restraining himself from diving into your mouth right there and then.")>>

<<silently>><<if $PhiraeAffection < 2>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 2>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<if $PhiraeLust < 40>><<include "Phirae Submit Cuddle">> \<<else>> \<<set _random to random (1,3)>> \<<switch _random>> <<case 1>><<include "Phirae Submit OV 1">> <<case 2>><<include "Phirae Submit OV 2">> <<case 3>><<include "Phirae Submit AV">> \<</switch>> \<</if>>

<<replace "#PhiPet" transition>><<= either( "You reach up and pet the cat's head. He starts to purr, eyes drifting shut, and pushes his head against your hand. You scratch behind his ears, and he practically melts, visibly shaking for a moment before you let your hand fall away. He looks almost dejected that it's stopped." , "You scratch beneath Phirae's chin, eliciting quiet purrs as he tilts his head back for easier access. You see no reason to stop anytime soon, treating the purring feline to plenty of scritches. You eventually shift to scratch his cheek, then up to his ears. They flick as the cat shivers in delight. Adorable." , "Phirae's head nudges against your hand, so you appease him with gentle scratch and pets. He purrs quietly with a content smile, while his tail curls up behind him, quivering slightly. You almost don't want to stop, but eventually you do, though the cat seems a lot more relaxed now." , "You boop the cat when he least expects it. He yelps and flails, eyes screwed shut as he bats your hand away. He huffs, blushing. Poor thing's embarassed, now...")>><</replace>> <<lust Phirae random(-15,-5)>> <<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <<time random(0,2)>>

<<if $companion is "None">><<set $companion to "Phirae">><<Dialogue Phirae>>“Actually yeah, do you wanna go grab a coffee together? We can hang out and chat and stuff and I’ll let you play with my collars”<</Dialogue>> He has an innocent smile, but his tail sways provocatively as it curls up. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“There’s a neat little cafe over that way!”<</Dialogue>> Phirae points towards the cafe at the Central Plaza. <<else>><<Dialogue Phirae>>"I'm all for some group fun, but I wouldn't want to be a third wheel."<</Dialogue>> The cat says. <</if>> ---- [[>Back->Phirae]]

<<CharacterHeader "Phirae" "Phirae Kinwood" "Domestic Cat" "He/Him">> Phirae grins, showing off his fangs again. It still looks more cute than threatening. "Heh, I thought you were staring at my mouth a little too much. What're you up for?" He purrs, and licks his lips, though he glances down at your belly not long after. \<span id="PhiraeTease"></span> <<link "Fool around with Phirae">><<replace "#PhiraeTease" transition>> <<include "Phirae Sex">> <</replace>> <<lust Phirae random(10,30)>> <<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <</link>> ---- [[-Tell Phirae how much you want to eat him-->Phirae Talk Devour OV]] [[-Tell Phirae that you want him in your ass-->Phirae Talk Devour AV]] <<if $playerHasBalls>><<AffectionLocked Phirae 3 "-Ask Phirae to get in your cock-">>[[-Ask Phirae to get in your cock-->Phirae Talk Devour CV]]<</AffectionLocked>><</if>> <<if $playerHasWomb>><<AffectionLocked Phirae 3 "-Tell Phirae that you want him in your womb-">>[[-Tell Phirae that you want him in your womb-->Phirae Talk Devour UB]]<</AffectionLocked>><</if>> [[-Ask Phirae to swallow you-->Phirae Talk OV]] [[-Ask Phirae to stuff you up his butt-->Phirae Talk AV]] <<AffectionLocked Phirae 3 "-Ask Phirae to shove you into his sac-">>[[-Ask Phirae to shove you into his sac-->Phirae Talk CV]]<</AffectionLocked>> [[-Let Phirae choose-->Phirae Submit]] [[>Back->Phirae]]

<<= either("The cat sidles up against you, purring madly. His tongue drags across your neck, then instead of anything lewd, he cuddles you. You'd almost be annoyed at the fake out, if he weren't so adorable clinging to you, with his purring and his cheek rubbing against your chest. You pet him softly, drawing out a few more squeezes and nuzzles of barely-lewd affection. He still feels rather warm against you. It's comfortable, even if it wasn't what you were expecting. Plus you can still feel his body pressing up against you in certain places..." , "The cat wastes no time before presenting himself to you, tail hiked high and curling with anticipation. His rump shifts from side to side as the cat shakes his hips, looking back over his shoulder to meet your gaze with a low purr. Dragging your eyes away to focus on his rump, the cat's butt seems way too plump and soft compared to the rest of the lithe feline. You grope one cheek to confirm your suspicions. Your hand practically sinks into the soft mounds of fur and fat, the well-fed cat apparently only ever storing his fat here, it seems. Not that you’re about to complain, as you toy with his rump, squeezing his cheeks together, stretching them apart and watching them jiggle as the slap back together." , "Phirae's paws brush along your sides, before slipping around to grope your rump. A soft squeeze catches you off guard long enough for the cat to pounce on top of you, shoving you to the ground. He kneels on your stomach for barely a moment before slipping back between your legs, his paws once against tracing down your sides, this time lifting your thighs to expose your rear to him. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"Prrrrrh, I can never resist a good butt...\"<</Dialogue>> he grins. His head ducks down until you can feel his nose against your butt, swiftly replaced by his tongue dragging over your pucker. The cat keeps it up for quite a while, alternating between soft quick licks over your hole, and long slurps over the rest of your rump, purring all the while. After treating your rump to many more licks, he gives your butt cheeks a light squeeze and finally pulls away." , "You run one hand along the cat's soft sides, making him squirm from the ticklishness. It doesn't stop him from resting against you, though, with both his paws cupping around your rear. His grin widens as he squeezes each cheek in turn, kneading at them idly. You pull him close and do the same for him, grinding your crotch against his in the process. Phirae's purrs rumble against your chest, his eyes half-lidded from the lazy enjoyment, though you manage to make him mewl by teasing right beneath his tail. You eventually push Phirae off from clinging to you, before he starts getting any unruly ideas.")>>

<<= either( "You open your arms out to the feline, who promptly jumps at the chance to cuddle against you. His arms wrap around your middle as he pulls himself close, squeezing your sides tight. He relaxes eventually, once he starts to purr, and rests his head on your shoulder.", "You suddenly scoop the cat in for close snuggles, though Phirae's quick to return the affection with loud purring and nuzzling at your cheek. You stroke over his back whilst keeping him close, just enjoying his company for a moment.", "Phirae eagerly settles in against your chest, his head sidling up beneath your chin for him to get cozy. It's not long before he starts to purr, lazily resting against you for support.")>> <<if $PhiraeLust >= 50>> \<<set _random to random(1,2)>> \<<switch _random>> \<<case 1>> <<include "Phirae Hug OV">> \<<case 2>> <<include "Phirae Hug Devour OV">> \<</switch>> <<else>> <<= either( "You start to gently rub and massage along his back, earning more soft coos of delight from the feline, until you finally break the hug. It takes a few tries, since the cat doesn't seem to want to let go.", "One final squeeze over your back, and the cat finally pulls himself away from you. He's purring a lot more now, already trying to hug you again before you gently nudge him away.", "You hoist the cat into the air as you hug him tight, though he starts wriggling and giggling not long after you do. You let him drop and step back as the cat regains his composure.", "You break the hug eventually, despite how much you don't want to. Even though the cat's warm and snuggly, you do have things you supposed to be doing. Like petting him too.")>> ---- [[>Back->Phirae]] \<</if>>

You lick over Phirae, who mewls and purrs heavily in response. You can see his knees growing weak as you keep licking him, especially as you drag your tongue over his ears. You take the tip of one into your mouth and nibble on it, eliciting more purring and slight wriggles, until his ear finally flicks free. You peer down at him, and see him staring at your mouth. You lick across the cat's cheek to get his attention, then open your mouth wide to show it off to him. He gasps softly, but his eyes never leave your mouth, even as they glance between various spots inside. You make a point of licking your lip, then huff, watching him shiver from the heat. You can tell the cat is barely restraining himself from diving into your mouth right there and then. You take extra care to lick over the cat's muzzle, making a show of enjoying his taste. The cat shivers and noses into your tongue, and before you know it your mouth is full of the cat's head. You swallow gently, just to make him watch your throat moving, and lick over his chin a little more. You weren't expecting the cat to shove himself in after it, causing you to swallow again, hard this time. Your throat bulges as his head slips inside, soon followed by his shoulders as the cat kicks off the ground and starts to wriggle his way in. Once you regain your composure your swallows become more rhythmic, pulling him deeper in waves, each one bringing with it a new wave of squirms and quiet purring from within you. You make sure to lick over as much of his body as you can as it slips away, stretching out your stomach as more of him fills it up, until only his paws rest on your tongue, the last gulp ready to pack him down the rest of the way. He seems to know the same, since his wriggling has calmed slightly. You tease him with your tongue at the fact, covering his toes and his soft paw pads in your drool, and finally making him kick. The movement tosses them into the back of your throat, where you gulp him down with finality. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Belly>> <</silently>>

You grab Phirae and push him onto his back. Before he has any time to complain, you grab his paws and squat over them, shoving them into your rump with a thick squish. That stops any complaints he's about to make, once he realises what you're planning to do to him. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"O-oh... You could have just asked, you know..."<</Dialogue>> He manages as his cheeks grow red. With a grunt, you start pulling the rest of him in, aided by the eager cat's squirms and shoves, until only his head remains free of your ravenous behind. He settles back with a quiet purr, seemingly comfortable to rest as your butt plug. You let him rest for a short moment, giving him one last look at the outside world before reaching back and stuffing him in the rest of the way, sealing him inside you. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Butt>> <</silently>>

You rest a hand on Phirae's head, then use it to shove him to his knees. His face is perfectly in line with your crotch then, head to - well, head. You give the cat a good look at the tip of your shaft, but even then the cat doesn't struggle. He seems too embarrassed to, face flushed and mouth partially open. Before he gets half a mind to shove it into his mouth instead, or recovers from the sudden push, you shove his head against the tip of your cock. It slips in easily, lubed up by your precum. The cat starts squirming then, but it's already too late. You pull the rest of him down your cock, lifting him up by his hips to slide down, until he's slipping away beyond the base of your cock. His head soon reappears pressing against the inside of your balls, stretching them out with his weight as he curls up inside. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"O-oh...No foreplay?"<</Dialogue>> You hear him mewl, but he's still purring in there and seems content enough. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Balls>> <</silently>>

You sidle up to Phirae, who leans up against you with a purr. You then take advantage of it by shoving him to the floor and stepping over him, leaving the cat dazed and kneeling in front of you. Before he knows what's going on, you pull him against your crotch and sit down on top of him, pushing his head into your nethers. His head slips in easily, slipping between your lips with a soft schlick. You settle your weight above him, treated to the cat's quiet purrs and squirms once he realises where he is. A quick squeeze over him holds him in place as you adjust, swallowing his shoulders and torso up in one smooth motion. Down over his waist and up to his knees, the cat's head pushes in deep, right past your cervix and into your womb to fill it with the squirming kitten. He certainly seems pleased with his predicament, given the extra texture and bulge against your soft flesh as his hips push into yours. With a soft moan, you hoist up the cat's legs and shove him in all the way, leaving your belly swelled with the now-purring cat inside. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Womb>> <</silently>>

You grab Phirae, and before he has any time to react, shove his head into your mouth. His surprised mewl is muffled, halfway down your throat as you swallow hard, quickly feeding him in as he starts to squirm. You gulp hard, dragging him deeper as your stomach soon fills with the squirming, mewling cat. He struggles, but it's already too late. Within a few seconds most of him is already curled up in your stomach, with only his paws wiggling free from your mouth. They're quick to join the rest of him, partly from your final powerful swallow, but mostly because Phirae pulls them in himself, so he can curl up comfortably inside you. "Hey, warn me next time! I didn't get to appreciate your tongue enough." He calls out, slightly muffled beneath your flesh. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Belly>> <</silently>>

You grab Phirae and push him to the floor before he has any time to react. He cradles his head in one paw, just in time to watch you hoist up his paws and cram them into your mouth. You swallow, barely even taking the time to taste over his paws, already feeling them slip into your throat. The toes curl inside you, pushing against your gullet not in an attempt to escape, but from the cat's soft gasps of pleasure, you can tell from his expression. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"A-ahh...You could have just asked...<</Dialogue>> he murmurs between his moans of delight. You can feel him practically forcing his legs into you almost faster than you can gulp him down, especially as his hips hump at the top of your mouth before they slip away with another gulp. You lift Phirae's upper body up and feed him lower, though the feline relaxes in your grip, going slightly limp as he relaxes. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Nnrrf, it's like a sauna in here..."<</Dialogue>> he moans, before your mouth closes in over his head. His squirming continues all the way down your throat, right up until the cat curls up properly inside your stomach. A slight pat from the inside and a muffled moan later, and you've got a much heftier gut. Albeit one that won't stop purring. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Belly>> <</silently>>

You grab Phirae and push him onto his back. Before he has any time to realise what you're doing, you sit down hard on his head. His shout gets muffled between your cheeks, vibrating against your pucker. You relax and push yourself onto him, shoving his head inside with nowhere else for it to go. The cat's squirms grow slightly more frantic for a second, even as you start shoving his shoulders inside. You clench around the cat's neck to try and stem his struggles, but you realise he's not squirming to get out - he's actually trying to push his way in deeper. His head stretches out your bowels heavily as it is, but the cat's movement pushes against you, bulging your lower belly as he wriggles his shoulders in after. With the thickest part of him inside, guiding the rest of him hardly takes a moment until only Phirae's feet kick about in the air behind you. You drag him the rest of the way with a few powerful clenches, helped by the cat curling up in your rump. He leaves your gut sagging slightly from the weight, constantly shifting as the cat teases over your insides. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Butt>> <</silently>>

You stare at his mouth, and wordlessly push your hand in past his lips. He arches an eyebrow back at you, but his tongue still gets to work licking over your hand, teasing at it and coating it with his saliva. You feel it curl over your hand, pushing it against the roof of his mouth, then- <<Dialogue Phirae>>"-ulp!"<</Dialogue>> You get dragged forward slightly, and you notice it feels a lot tighter around your hand. And your wrist. And part of your arm. Up to your elbow is taken by the cat's gullet, as the warmth of his breath rushes over your arm. You could try to pull your arm free, or add your other arm in, from here... <span id="PhiSubmitOV1"></span> \<span id="choices">Get swallowed by Phi? <<link "Yes">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#PhiSubmitOV1" transition>> You add your other arm to the wet heat of Phirae’s maw, sliding it over his rough tongue to join the first pressing into his gullet. Both of them can feel the low rumble of the cat’s purr as he swallows once more, claiming another few inches of your arms for his hunger. You try to pry them about, and massage at the tight flesh caressing them, but you don’t manage much from your position as it is. Phirae seems eager enough to help you, resting a paw behind your head and pulling it in along with your shoulders. You try to pull your shoulders in, to keep yourself easy enough to swallow, but you’re still a large morsel, easily filling out Phirae’s mouth. Not that it deters him at all, slowly pulling you deeper as your head slides over his tongue. He moans softly, but it’s loud for you since you’re so close to the source. You get even closer as the cat’s gullet relaxes ahead of you, stretched by your arms on either side, letting you stare down the fleshy tunnel. The scent of cat’s breath fills your nose as it washes over you, though you know it’ll only be stronger the deeper you head inside. Another gulp marks the point of no return, as your feel the wet licks of his tongue reaching further down your chest, then your stomach, and lower still. The cat’s tongue seems to lick for far longer over your crotch than usual, especially as you squirm against the insistent laps. Not that it didn’t feel good, having him treat you like that. He probably enjoyed the taste too much for his own good, considering the louder heartbeat you can hear amongst the constant gurgles of his belly below. Phirae’s stomach stretches as more of your body slips in, easily accommodating you despite the cat’s thin appearance. You press out with your hands, having them enveloped by his slick stomach walls, before a slight shift in your surroundings presses them back against your body. You shove them against your confines again you feel Phirae swallowing down your hips, gravity now pulling your lower body down rather swiftly in comparison. You’re left to curl up in the feline’s stomach, constantly kneaded by its churning, and the cat’s paws rubbing over you from outside ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Stomach]] \<<silently>> <<set $PhiraeLust to 0>> <<if $PhiraeAffection < 3>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 3>><</if>> <</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "No">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#PhiSubmitOV1" transition>> You shake your head slightly, and brace yourself against Phirae's chest as you gently tug on your arm. Phirae notices your hesitance and relaxes his throat, both of you stepping away from eachother until your fingers slip free of his maw once more. Your arm is rather wet now, but at least that's the only part of you that is. "You okay, there?" Phirae asks with a tilted head, rubbing his throat slightly and frowning. You nod back at him, and his smile returns. ---- [[>Back->Phirae Fun]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

You ask Phirae if there’s anything you could do for him, with a slight wink. He takes a while to catch on, but realises what you’re getting at when you point towards his stomach. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Well, I suppose I did skip breakfast…”<</Dialogue>> he purrs, tugging you close and giving your cheek a soft lick. I could do with something in my stomach to sate it, before it starts growling too much. The cat’s gut interjects anyway, rumbling quietly. You wouldn’t have been able to hear it if Phirae didn’t have it pressed against you. He winks, giving a slow exhale and rolling out his tongue in front of you. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“How about it? I think you’d make a fine meal. Or at least tide me over until I next need a snack…”<</Dialogue>> <span id="PhiSubmitOV2"></span> \<span id="choices">Feed yourself to Phirae? <<link "Yes">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#PhiSubmitOV2" transition>> You give a slight nod. It’s hard to ignore the slight tint of mischievousness in the cat’s eyes, though that’s quickly replaced by how hard it is to ignore his tongue dragging over your face. His drool clings to you, like a wet coating of lube, albeit one reminiscent of the cat’s insides. And one that’s put on by dragging a wet, warm, flicking tongue over your head. You can tell he’s trying to tease you more, or maybe he really is as infatuated with your flavour as his moans suggest. He’s certainly panting over you and savouring you like a meal… He swallows as you stare past his jaws, his pointed fangs grazing over the top of your head as he gently nudges you past with one paw to the back of your head. You don’t get to savour the sensation though, as you’re pushed further back, right into his throat in one heavy shove. It latches onto your head with the first of many swallows, dragging you in like any other morsel. It’s hard not to feel a slight tinge of worry as the tunnel of flesh forces you closer to the cat’s stomach. Even with his purring and moaning, you can hear his stomach groaning with the prospect of being filled with a fresh meal... You squirm and struggle as best you can, but it’s already too late. The cat has had a taste of you, and the only way you’re getting out of his mouth is down his throat. Your shoulders and chest have already been gulped down, packed in tight to fit in alongside your head, and the cat’s tongue is busy working over your crotch. The only difference between you and food is that the cat’s perverted enough to tease you on the way down. He stops his swallows just long enough for your hips to be well-coated in drool. All the saliva makes them slip down his gullet more easily when he finally does swallow, coating his throat in saliva for your legs to follow in, slurped up far too quickly as you fall the last short drop into the cat’s stomach. Your weight forces you against the stomach walls, and to curl up into a tight ball, stuck deep within the feline. His gut is even louder from the inside, rippling around you. It squeezes tight for a moment, and you feel a momentary rush, before- <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Uaaarhp!”<</Dialogue>> The cat’s belch seems rather loud, even muffled through his flesh. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Thanks for the meal, you were a squirmy one.”<</Dialogue>> He teases, pressing in on you with his paws. There’s a long pause where you’re left struggling, before the cat continues. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“And thanks for playing along about being food. I’ll let you out whenever, don’t worry.”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Stomach]] \<<silently>> <<set $PhiraeLust to 0>> <<if $PhiraeAffection < 3>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 3>><</if>> <</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "No">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#PhiSubmitOV2" transition>> You shake your head and apologise to the cat. You’re not food, really. Or at least, not right now. That, and his stomach’s growls do sound somewhat ominous. His ears twitch before he blushes, though he does offer you a shrug in return. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“I mean, I was just teasing about making ya into cat fat. I just want something to fill me up…”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Back->Phirae Fun]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

You kneel before Phirae, offering yourself to him. He seems confused for a moment, before a wide grin spreads across his face - almost as fast as his blush. Though you don’t get to watch the redness for long before your vision is once again filled with black fur, from his tail brushing over you. It rests on top of your head before hiking up, granting you a front-row view of the cat’s back side. His rump shakes in front you before suddenly settling on top of your face. The first thing to hit you is the smell, even before his fur rests against your nose. Not that it’s bad - far from it. As lithe and effeminate as the cat is, his musk settles over you warmly, possessively, filling you with the earthy aroma. With his size, his weight isn’t too bad either, though his plump cheeks settle around your head rather snugly. Which keeps your face pressed ever so slightly against the cat’s hidden pucker, forced to endure his rubbing against you as he gets comfortable. He’s purring within seconds, and for all his dominance, still lets out a soft, breathy moan as you push up against his tailring. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Nnngh, that’s a good seat,"<</Dialogue>> he coos. <span id="PhiraeSubmitAV"></span> \<span id="choices">Push deeper? <<link "Yes">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#PhiraeSubmitAV" transition>> It doesn’t seem like he’s satisfied for long either, as his hips push against your head. Before you can fight against it, your senses are assaulted with the fresh scent of his musk, thick and humid as it settles on you like a warm blanket. His flesh makes for a much heavier one, squeezing tight around your face for a moment. In the next, the cat’s bowels relax, enough for them to slide lower over your body and slip over your shoulders, in time with another pleasured gasp, muffled through the cat’s flesh. With how you’re forced up and in, you’re pretty sure your nose is pushing right up against the feline’s prostate. It’s confirmed when you twist and squirm, making the cat’s insides ripple with his sudden clenches. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Ah! Ooh, right there…”<</Dialogue>> He purrs, the sound almost lost beneath the organic squelches and groans of his guts as settles down on top of you. Promoted from seat to toy, you press in harder, licking at his insides to make it slicker, and easier to squirm inside him. Your reward is more pants and moans above, with the cat’s tailring stuck around your chest as he pants for breath. You can feel his body tensing and relaxing around you, like a tight, fleshy suit all around you. Deeper and deeper you go, forced to bend and twist to the shape of Phirae’s guts as he forces your body in deeper. The feel of his tailhole working over your body is the only connection you have to the outside world, with your upper half lost in his bowels, and your legs rapidly following suit. The constant squeeze of his internals carries you in a lot slower than the cat’s needy shoves as he settles on top of you, packing you away until the last of your toes slips past the rim. It clenches around them hungrily, dragging the last inch in until you’re resting on the other side of his anus, sealed away from the world and surrounded entirely by the inside of the cat’s butt. His purring seems even stronger now, but more relaxed, as he rests his paws on you. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Ahhn...That’s the best kind of seat…”<</Dialogue>> You hear him murmur. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Rectum Down]] \<<silently>> <<set $PhiraeLust to 0>> <<if $PhiraeAffection < 3>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 3>><</if>> <</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "No">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#PhiraeSubmitAV" transition>> The cat’s rump is warm and cozy, if musky. Really, being used for the cat to relax against isn’t so bad, even when his slight movements rub your face against his tailhole. He’s mainly focused on being lazy, it seems, though it’s hard to tell with your head buried between his cheeks. All you can tell is that the cat certainly seems comfy, with his constant purrs and the occasional curl of his tail above you. Though after what seems like an eternity the cat’s weight lifts off you, and you can once again see past the cat’s rump. The scent of his musk still lingers in the air, though after a while you realise that it’s actually clinging to your face, after being stuck against his butt for so long. The feline blushes when he realises it too, gently nudging you away after giving you a wink. As he turns away again for a moment and stretches, it almost seems like his pucker gave you a wink too. Maybe you imagined it... ---- [[>Back->Phirae Fun]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<silently>><<if $PhiraeAffection < 1>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 1>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Phirae" "Phirae Kinwood" "Domestic Cat" "He/Him">> <span id="talk"> Initial things about talking to Phi and him chirping or purring or something. </span> ---- <<convo "Chat with Phirae" talk>> <<include "Phirae Chat">> <</convo>> <<convo "Ask Phirae about Himself" talk>> You ask Phirae about himself. The cat nods and hmms, trying to think of the best way to sum himself up. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"I'm Phirae, Phi for short. You're looking at the number one overly-lucky black cat, fearless predator, and best feline in this game! Mostly because I'm the best at cuddling. You can usually find me lazing about here when it's sunny and warm."<</Dialogue>> <</convo>> /*<<convo "Ask Phirae about someone" talk>> <</convo>>*/\ <<convo "Ask Phirae what he thinks about Vore" talk>> You bring up the topic of vore. Phirae grimaces at first, rolling his eyes. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Eurgh, do you have to say it out loud like that? It sounds so...unappetizing."<</Dialogue>> He soon shakes his head and grins, showing of his sharp fangs, though given the rest of his cute demeanour, you can't say it looks especially threatening. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"But I guess that means you're wanting an in-depth look at what the inside of a cat's belly is like, right? I'd be more than willing to provide..."<</Dialogue>> He trails off quickly as his cheeks suddenly flush, though the cat's tail curls up in interest before he speaks again. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Though if you just want to know about preferences and stuff, most of my prey go down normally sure, but I'm not opposed to 'alternative' forms of devouring them if that's what you're into."<</Dialogue>> He coughs and scratches his cheek, averting his gaze. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"But uhh, yeah, I'm prey too, a lot of the time. If you were looking for someone to fill out your gut I wouldn't exactly be one to decline the offer."<</Dialogue>> There's another pause in which he seems to find something off to the right really interesting. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"...Especially if you wanted to shove me up your butt..."<</Dialogue>> \<<silently>> <<if $PhiraeAffection < 2>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 2>><</if>> <<lust Phirae random(5,15)>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <</silently>> <</convo>> <<convo "Flirt with Phirae" talk>> <<include "Phirae Flirt">> <<if $PhiraeLust >= 75>> [[Now might be a good time to bring up some fun ideas...->Phirae Fun]]<</if>> \<<silently>> <<if $PhiraeAffection < 2>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 2>><</if>> <<lust Phirae random(10,20)>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <</silently>>\ <</convo>> \<<if $companion is "Phirae">> [[Stop having Phirae follow you->Phirae Companion Gone]] \<<else>> [[Ask Phirae to come along with you->Phirae Companion]] \<</if>> [[>Back->Phirae]]

<<= either("Etto is a fairly large bird, by every measurement. Although you're not quite sure if his middle is portly due to fat, or simply the thick mass of mottled brown feathers that covers his body. The truth lies somewhere in between, but either way the eagle is outrageously soft to the touch. Well, aside from his large, sharp talons, but those seem more interested in scratching at the ground than clawing at you. Though occassionally they fiddle with a bright orange tag around the bird's right ankle, constantly readjusting it despite how tightly it hugs his leg. At least that draws attention to the large white feathers of his tail, brilliant and clean. They stand out quite a bit from his plain brown body, inevitable drawing your gaze to the bird's plump derriere itself. <br><br> At least, until Etto catches your gaze and stares back, round bluish-green eyes unblinking as he tilts his head slightly. A few more white feathers frame his head, slightly messy despite the rest of the bird's sleek appearance. You half think the eagle is about to realise where you were staring, but the birds voice is too relaxed for that. <<Dialogue Etto>>\"You okay there?\"<</Dialogue>>", "Etto is a tall white-tailed eagle, and seems to take pride in the fact. Though instead of his chest jutting out in front of him, the bird's gut reaches out first, sagging under its own weight and the thick layer of down that makes him so soft to the touch. Although the bird's plumage is plain at first glance, bright white feathers run along his head, and more, larger ones make up his tail, both vying for your attention. Though as hefty as the bird's rump is, you hardly get a chance to appreciate it before you're interrupted by Etto's soft caw. <br> <br><<Dialogue Etto>>\"Sorry, just had something in my throat\"<</Dialogue>> He apologises, puffing up slightly and stretching his wings out for a moment before relaxing.")>> ---- [[Back->Etto]]

Caw caw! ---- [[Back->Etto]]

<<if $companion is "Etto">>He's already following along behind you. You can feel him staring at your butt. <<link "Stop hanging out with Etto" EttoCompanionGone>><</link>> <<elseif $companion is "None">><<set $companion to "Etto">>"SQUAWK" <<else>>"I'm all for some group fun, but I wouldn't want to be a third wheel." She says. <</if>> ---- [[Back->Etto]]

<<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> <span id="look"> <<= either("Rylide is a jackalopetaur that's easily taller than most people you've met, though not enough to completely overwhelm you. About 9ft, It's a cozy size, for you to rest up against her lower half rather easily when she sits. Her fur is a deep golden yellow, which she insists is in fact a caramel colour. Which explains the faint smell of confectionery that lingers in the air around her. Maybe it's a perfume? The darker brown of her hands and ears or her white underbelly probably don't smell any different, so that would make sense. Her lower gut does seem outrageously soft though, hanging low as a potbelly does, visibly sloshing whenever Rylide shifts and stretches out." , "Rylide is an 9ft tall jackalopetaur, though no description will do her fluffiness justice. She's so warm and soft, both her bellies are comfortably plump, easily enough to store you inside and then some, though she assures you she’s pretty clean in there. Well, as clean as someone’s stomach can get. She gives you a soft grin, her buck teeth shining through beneath golden eyes, and motions for you to come join her in a hug. Luring you in for easy snacking, no doubt.")>> <<if $RylideLust > 40>> From her size, the amount of food that she eats must be incredible. Or at least high in calories. Maybe that explains the sweets, too. Especially since a lot her bulk seems concentrated to her lower and half and her hindquarters. As pudgy as her bellies are, her thighs are just as soft-looking, even with her large poofy tail. That too helps her wide figure, the puff twitching slightly when you first look at it. No doubt hidden below it would be the taur's privates, on display to the world if she were facing away and with her tail was hiked up. Perhaps if you could get away with staring for long enough you'd be able to sneak a peek... <</if>></span> ---- [[>Focus on Rylide's upper anthro half->Rylide Look Upper]] [[>Focus on Rylide's taur half->Rylide Look Taur]] <<AffectionLocked Rylide 3 ">Ask Rylide to turn around">><<LustLocked Rylide 40 ">Ask Rylide to turn around">>[[>Ask Rylide to turn around->Rylide Look Crotch]]<</LustLocked>><</AffectionLocked>> [[Back->Rylide]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 1>><<set $RylideAffection to 1>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> <span id="talk"> You strike up idle conversation with the rabbit taur, showering her with flattery about her size and softness that she’s no doubt heard plenty of times before, but she still blushes and takes them in stride. It’s not long before she’s got you cuddled against her forestomach, returning the favour with compliments to your cuteness. </span> ---- <<convo "Chat with Rylide" talk>> <<include "Rylide Chat">> <</convo>> <<convo "Ask Rylide about Herself" talk>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>"What's there to know? I'm a giant jackalope taur and I'm soft, inside and out!"<</Dialogue>> She shrugs, settling back and patting her side, offering a spot against her. You oblige, sinking into her fur ever so slightly. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"I suppose that's not entirely true, I'm technically just a half-rabbit half-deer taur, but jackalope's a lot easier on the tongue. And besides, my body seems to be mostly in line with my lapine half, aside from these antlers and spots."<</Dialogue>> You nod, before she continues about her extra anatomy. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"But yeah, two stomachs, though this one's a lot bigger for obvious reasons."<</Dialogue>> Her forepaws pat over her lower gut. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"Which means I can comfortable carry someone in there for a long time. Though too long and it gets hard to bring 'em back up and they have to take the long route out. So take care in there, m'kay? Unless you like that sort of thing..."<</Dialogue>> \<<lust Rylide 5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> /*<<convo "Ask Rylide about Others" talk>> <</convo>>*/\ <<convo "Ask if you can Ride her" talk>> \<<if $RylideQuest >= 100>> You pull out the ticket Rylide gave you before. The taur grins when she sees it, ignoring the fact that it's got a big chunk where she tore off the end to say it's already been used. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"Want to go on another long ride?"<</Dialogue>> She grins. [[-Go on a taur tour-->Rylide Tour OV 2]] <<cw>>Oral vore<</cw>> \<<else>> You ask Rylide more about the curious ticket she gave you earlier. It’s got a cute little graphic on it, and offers a free ride, but fails to mention how to redeem it, or anything else for that matter. The whole thing’s a little odd, really - you’d figured a large taur like her would give lots of people rides. The taur brightens up immediately when she sees it. The only thing stopping her from bouncing up and binkying in the air is if there's any room. She wiggles and leans down low to bring herself level with you, grinning widely. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"I mean, did you want to redeem it now?"<</Dialogue>> [[-Go on a taur tour-->Rylide Tour OV 1]] <<cw>>Oral vore<</cw>> \<</if>> <</convo>> <<AffectionLocked Rylide 2 "Ask Rylide about vore">><<convo "Ask Rylide about vore" talk>> You ask Rylide how often she eats people. She opens her mouth wide, and for a brief moment you think she’s going to eat you right there and then to prove a point. She thinks better of it just before you actually get stuffed down her throat, but you’re pretty sure the only thing that stopped her was her belly gurgling loudly. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Uhh, every now and then.”<</Dialogue>> She lies. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Just when I get a little too peckish. Or bored. Or someone cute needs snatching up. Or if I’m horny. Or they are. Or - I’ve already given too many reasons, haven’t I?”<</Dialogue>> You nod. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“It takes a lot to keep me full!”<</Dialogue>> Rylide huffs, with her belly chiming in again. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Especially since people fit into all sorts of places and feel so good wriggling inside me…Don’t worry, I’ll let you out again when you want me to...Probably.”<</Dialogue>> She mumbles that last word, refusing to repeat it after you ask what she said. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe. You could stay inside me as long as you like. Well. Within reason. I still won’t digest you, though.”<</Dialogue>> She kisses on your forehead. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“As delicious a treat as you are.”<</Dialogue>> She winks. \<<lust Rylide 10>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>><</AffectionLocked>> <<convo "Flirt with Rylide" talk>> <<include "Rylide Flirt">> \<<lust Rylide 15>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> \<<if $companion is "Rylide">> [[Stop having Rylide with you->Rylide Companion Gone]] \<<else>> [[Ask Rylide to come along with you->Rylide Companion]] \<</if>> [[>Back->Rylide]]

<<elseif $companion is "None">><<set $companion to "Rylide">> Climb onto her back :3 <<else>><<Dialogue Rylide>>"No thanks, I don't have room to carry both of you. Well, not both on my back, at least."<</Dialogue>> She says. <</if>> ---- [[Back->Rylide]]

Pick up and inspect smol ---- [[Back->Rif]]

Yip! ---- [[Back->Rif]]

<<if $companion is "Rif">>He's sits on your shoulder and pulls your ear <<link "Stop hanging out with Rif" RifCompanionGone>><</link>> <<elseif $companion is "None">><<set $companion to "Rif">>Micro acquired <<else>>"I'm all for some group fun, but I wouldn't want to be a third wheel." He says. <</if>> ---- [[Back->Rif]]

Blushy mousegirl ---- [[Back->Scone]]

Scone squeaks adorably ---- [[Back->Scone]]

<<if $companion is "Scone">>She twiddles her fingers bashfully and wraps her tail around herself <<link "Stop hanging out with Scone" SconeCompanionGone>><</link>> <<elseif $companion is "None">><<set $companion to "Scone">>Mouse mouse mouse Squek <<else>>"I'm all for some group fun, but I wouldn't want to be a third wheel." She says. <</if>> ---- [[Back->Scone]]

Observe noodle ---- [[Back->Bramble]]

He wigl ---- [[Back->Bramble]]

<<if $companion is "Bramble">>He twiddles his fingers nervously and wraps his tail protectively around his leg <<link "Stop hanging out with Bramble" BrambleCompanionGone>><</link>> <<elseif $companion is "None">><<set $companion to "Bramble">>Begrudgingly hanging out with you <<else>>"I'm all for some group fun, but I wouldn't want to be a third wheel." he says. <</if>> ---- [[Back->Bramble]]

<<CharacterHeader "Bishop" "Bishop Tarish" "Beauceron Mutt" "He/Him">> [[Get a better look at Bishop->Bishop Look]] [[Talk to Bishop->Bishop Talk]] [[Ask Bishop to come along with you->Bishop Companion]] ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>> <<silently>><<if $BishopMet is not true>><<set $BishopMet to true>><</if>><</silently>>

Big boye ---- [[Back->Bishop]]

Speak! Woof! Good boy!! ---- [[Back->Bishop]]

<<if $companion is "Bishop">>You'd be forgiven for thinking you two aren't together 'cause Bishop keeps getting distracted and running off somewhere whenever you aren't paying attention. He comes back with a cool stick. <<link "Stop hanging out with Bishop" BishopCompanionGone>><</link>> <<elseif $companion is "None">><<set $companion to "Bishop">>Heel! <<else>>"I'm all for some group fun, but I wouldn't want to be a third wheel." he says. <</if>> ---- [[Back->Bishop]]

Etto "Etto's the really fluffy bird that rooms across from me, though most of the day you can probably catch him eating stuff, or out there." Phirae points in the general direction of the Park. "He's a cool guy and a huge doofus, don't let his act fool you, he's still a large predatory bird. But he's great to cuddle. Which might make me biased a little, I dunno." The cat leans in close, almost conspiratorially. "And you didn't hear this from me, but Etto can actually lay eggs. Don't bring it up to him or he'll get majorly embarrassed, though..." He snickers and winks at you. Rylide The cat perks up and smiles when you bring up the topic. "Rylide's great, she's really good at petting peeps, and really affectionate and great at snuggling." His cheeks are already blushing as his tail flicks up excitedly. "It's always nice cuddling against either of her stomachs, listening to them gurgle away. Or being in them whilst they do that. Plus, she's big, so there's plenty of space to squirm about inside her." He scratches his cheek thoughtfully. "Though that also means sometimes it takes a while before she lets me out..." Rif Phirae's cheeks are red even before he speaks, and you can tell he's getting restless already. "Me and Rif? Uh, well, we're uhh, pretty close, yeah." You raise your eyebrows and glance to his stomach at the implication. He stops you with a wave of his paw. "No, no I don't mean like that. Right now, at least. But anyway, Rif's a micro and that makes him perfect to treat like a prey and pounce on him, ya know? Plus he likes it, too, so he's fun." Scone Bramble Bishop Thistle Cream

Even aside from the bulge he makes inside you, you can tell he's there by the almost-constant purring. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"It's nice and warm in here, thanks for letting me stay."<</Dialogue>> You feel him start to knead at your gut from within. Your stomach seems to echo the idea, gurgling noisily. ---- [[-Let him out-->Phirae Prey Belly Release]] [[-Digest him-->Phirae Prey Belly Digest]] <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

Like an egg

<<silently>><<if $PhiraeAffection < 3>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ Phirae coos softly at the idea, his stomach chiming in with a gurgle of agreement. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Well, since you asked so nicely..."<</Dialogue>> he purrs, sidling up against your front, for him to give a long lick over your cheek. The cat's drool feels as warm as it is slick, dribbling down your cheek to join the rest beneath your chin as his tongue curls beneath it. All too soon you realise you're staring into the cat's open jaws, right at his waiting gullet. A gentle pressure at the back of your head pushes you into the slimy tongue, forcing you into the wet heat of the fleshy cavern. You gasp, filling your lungs with the hot air inside, stained with the scent of his insides. It's not as acidic as you'd imagine, rather sweet despite the clear earthy base - there's still no mistaking the source of the humid air, as the cat huffs softly over you. His pleased rumble fills your ears, joining with the constant squelching of his saliva slathering over your head, as the cat takes his time to savour you. At first you're not even sure if the feline is ever going to swallow, but as if reading your mind, that's exactly when the cat's tongue shifts, dropping your head into the tight hold of his throat. The muscles ripple and grab at your head, dragging you down suddenly and forcing your shoulders against the cat's lips. With a little force and a few token wiggles you feel them pop into the cat's jaws, but even then your focus is drawn to the tight squeeze rolling over your face, coating you in more slick fluids in your descent. The sound of Phirae's heart joins with the constant gurgle of his stomach belly, both seemingly excited at the prospect of you slipping in deeper. It would almost be unnerving, if not for the pleased purr coming from everywhere around you, and Phirae's gentle squeezes over your body with his paws, kneading at your back to try and keep you relaxed. Admittedly, you are, even as the heat slips over more of your torso, claiming you as the cat's meal. You feel your legs leave the ground as the cat gets to your hips, his paws lifting you up for you to slide down much faster, with most of your weight packed away inside the cat. Your head pushes against the tight sphincter leading to Phirae's stomach, splatting through after some effort and a particularly forceful gulp. Immediately, the scent of Phirae's insides floods your nose, of the last thing that was in here before you, now long gone amidst the fluids pooling at the base of it. Your head gets shoved into it not long after, followed by the rest of your upper body, pushed against the rippling walls from the sheer lack of space. At least it's not as tight as his throat, but you still have to curl up tight as the cat slurps up the last of your legs. You can feel him teasing at your feet, delaying his last gulp, until your squirming proves too much for him. Even in your position you can hear the feline's swallow, fully sealing you inside with wet squelches. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Stomach]] \<<silently>><<set $PhiraeLust to 0>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<if $PhiraeAffection < 3>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ Phirae's cheeks grow flush, but there's no hiding his excitement, least of all from his tail twitching up behind his shoulder. Not that you can stare at it long before the cat half turns and presents his ass to you, reaching back and spreading his cheeks. You are greeted with the sight of the cat's bright pink tailhole, peering out from the centre of dark fur. Though given his pucker is technically a black hole in its own right, there's little room for irony. But there’s apparently plenty of room for you he reassures you, with an impatient shake of his hips. Despite how tight it first looks, the cat’s pucker easily gives way under your fingers, stretching out as you tease at it, deeper and deeper to feel inside the cat’s rear. Before you even realise, the widest part of your hand has slipped beyond the boundary, swallowed up by a soft clench of his tailring around your wrist. You add your other hand in alongside it as you lean in deeper, diving elbow deep into the cat’s rump in one thick squelch. You squeeze and grope at the thick flesh, your arms enveloped in warmth and the soft scent of the cat’s insides. He gives a clearly pleasured groan, and from your position behind him you can clearly see the cats arousal throbbing ahead, dripping precum from being stuffed. Glancing up to him makes it clear he’s not stuffed enough, though. Both of you are in the same mind, as he squats and settles back on you as you push forward… Your world is replaced with wet, musky stench as the cat's rump draws closer to your face. Your entire view becomes nothing more than the cat's insides framed by your arms in his bowels, letting you stare in a few inches before they clamp in too tightly. That same squeeze is what pulls you in deeper, almost supernatural strength seeming to pack you away somewhere you can’t even tell, given the cat’s small stature. But if you could see, your arms would be plainly visible as a bulge in Phirae’s lower belly, right above his throbbing, drooling pecker as you grind right over his prostate. His purrs grow louder - and moans moreso - as your shoulders draw closer, stretching his hole wider and wider, until with a sudden schlurp you realise he’s taken in your entire head and chest in one fell swoop. Hot flesh clings to your body, and it’s tight and hard to move in any direction but deeper inside him, with his pucker twitching over your belly as it slips lower and lower. The further in you go the slimier and tighter it feels, keeping a balance to keep you lubricated enough to dive on in with minimal resistance. Though by now you can’t push in much more by yourself, as you brace your legs on the floor and wait to feel his weight shifting on top of you. From inside him the rumble of his purr is all-encompassing, merging with the sloshes and squelches of his guts. His moans of pleasure cut through easily enough though, with huffs and pants as he forces himself down onto you. He bounces, clearly taking pleasure in the last few hurdles, treating your hips like a knot midway through stuffing you in. Not that you’re about to complain, as the pressure around is especially pleasurable for you too. You shift and struggle against his insides to tease at him how you can as he settles down on your legs, making sure to grind up against that most sensitive of spots. You’re rewarded with more gasps and moans from above, right as the cat’s rear almost swallows up your feet. And with just a few more clenches, and you’d be completely surrounded by the cat’s musky flesh, the very tips of your toes resting on the inside of the cat’s tailring, now tight with you on the other side. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Nnnggghn, gosh, remind me to do that more often…”<</Dialogue>> He calls down to you, rubbing over you as you settle down. Though you’re also pretty sure you can feel him rubbing over his shaft, too… ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Rectum Up]] \<<silently>><<set $PhiraeLust to 0>><</silently>>

<<Dialogue Phirae>>"You-uhh, wh-what?"<</Dialogue>> Phirae stammers, his cheeks growing red for only a moment. You're surprised at how little time his blush lasts, before the reason why is clear: All his blood is busy rushing to his crotch instead to sustain both. In a matter of seconds the cat's needy malehood is pulsing and twitching, on display for you. Though even without a blush, the cat's embarrassment is clear, which really only seems to be encouraging his raging boner. It's a vicious cycle of the cat presenting himself to you, torn between lust and embarrassment. But clearly he DOES want it... He shivers, barely seeming to be any kind of dominant despite how he gently pushes you to your knees. But that gives you a face to face with the feline's member, with his barbed length heavy with the scent of his musk. It's heady and masculine, dripping with arousal as the feline peers down at you from above. He still seems conflicted, but less so, the more he gets into it. Already, a thin bead of precum trails along the underside, glistening as it lubes him up for your entry. His dominance grows more solid with his paw resting on top of your head, to guide you more than force you. You were the one who brought up the idea in the first place, after all, and you’re not about to back out any time soon. Not with the cat’s shaft so close, and his swaying sac clearly in need of some internal massaging. For now though, you give it a soft stroke from the outside, in tandem with the cat pulling you towards his slit. Despite all appearances it slips neatly over your face with barely any effort, snugly sliding over like a fleshy glove. Immediately the scent inside greets you tenfold, his musk and other smells all merging inside to assault your senses. The slick slimes inside cling to you almost as tight as the flesh itself, as the long tunnel shifts and pulses to pull against your cheeks. Really, you know it’s only about six inches before it shifts inside the cat’s body, but still the shaft seems like an endless expanse of musk and precum. Like being swallowed by a tight snake, Phirae’s shaft engulfs more of your body, throbbing in time with the cat’s pleasure each time your stretch him wider and shift in deeper. His paws slowly work over your body as he feeds you down, though your squirming certainly seems to help to delve in deep along the tight slide. Clenching rings of muscle guide you along, tighter and tighter the deeper you go, until you come up against another tight sphincter inside. Pushing through takes some effort, though the cat’s humping against your middle seems to help it along. You breach in and are welcomed with a splash of the feline’s cum, direct from the source, surrounding you in the scent of sex. You can hear him mewl above as your stretch him out so deeply, but at this point it’s too late to pull back even if you were having any doubts. Your head is dunked in immediately as gravity shifts, your legs leaving the floor as the cat grabs you by your rump and feeds you in, thrusting against your legs to feed them in. Each time jostles your surroundings and grinds your face into the musky, plush walls of his inner sac, stretching more and more as you slip inside. Little by little you feel his cock slip over your lower body, cold air giving way to the constant wash of hot flesh rippling and pulsing, shaking with the cat’s fondling over the bulge you make in his sac. You can almost feel the sway each time you shift, pressing you against the cat’s inner thighs. It’s almost worrying how much the cat’s balls stretch with you inside, but still it fits snugly around you, barely giving you more space than to curl up and bathe in the ever growing pool of seed. Waves of it crash over you, staining your body as it clings to you, rushing over you to join again to utterly bath you in his scent. With a pop your feet finally join the rest of you, and the only exit closes up behind them. The only way you’re getting out of here is back through that tiny hole, somehow. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Balls]] \<<silently>><<set $PhiraeLust to 0>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<if $PhiraeAffection < 3>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ Phirae seems all too eager to oblige, with how his ears perk up at the suggestion. Perhaps it’s just the cat wanting some extra warmth, but you figure he has been staring at your mouth quite a bit recently. You open up, showing off your tongue to him for a moment, and get treated to him staring longingly inside, knees buckling slightly as he lets out a soft mewl. For all his teasing, it’s easy enough to make him your preything. You don’t even have to pull him close – he’s already got one paw on your chest and the other against your tongue, sliding up over it towards your throat. You tease him with some licks first, curling around the intrusion and squishing his soft pawpads against your tastebuds. The feline does taste rather nice, if savoury. He’s acting sweet enough as it is. His fingers slip over the back of your tongue and rest just before your throat soon enough, as he adds his other arm to join the first, stretching your maw wide as he guides it in to poke at your throat. It’s easy enough to relax it, teasing him with the anticipation while his fingers threaten to slip down into your gullet. He gulps first, taking a deep sigh of bliss from your drool running down his arm, and pushes on down as you swallow up his arms. Both of them slide in easily, dragging his head up along with them. He’s purring already, rubbing against the inside of your throat with his wriggling fingers, and slowly squirming more and more as his muzzle passes into your mouth. He gives another soft moan as your breath rushes over him, clearly basking in the smell and heat of your insides that he’s willingly slipping into. You take your time a little more to tease him then, letting him experience the heat and humidity of your breath for a few heavy huffs, until his head is as slick with saliva as his arms. It’s so much easier to swallow him then, gulping him down with your excess drool to keep his arms just as wet, lubed up and easily slipping into you. You can already feel his fingers pushing into your stomach, rubbing over your gut from the inside, and slowly pushing deeper as his head fills your throat. It’s so much easier for him to squirm now, with him simply diving into you. Slick fur makes it so easy to just keep swallowing… Before you know it, only the cat’s lower legs stick free of your jaws, the rest of him curled up in your middle or humping against your insides on the way down. His toes flare as he kicks, his tail flitting about in the air until one of his collars slips off. It’s covered in your saliva, dripping as it clatters to the ground, startling you enough for you to swallow on instinct. “-ulp!” And the rest of the cat disappears to join the curled up mass in your belly. Your throat is grateful as it’s no longer stretched by the cat’s paws, but even those kick out for as long as they can before Phirae finally settles inside you. And then he’s still a purring, shifting bulge, his paws and head making distinct lumps as he rights himself up in there. It doesn’t help that you can hear him moaning and gasping in there, as well as distinct sloshing and schlicking sounds that remind you of just how….musky he’d tasted on the way down. With your belly sated, you give Phirae a reassuring squeeze as you lean down to pick up his collar, stowing it away in your inventory. All the movement jostles him into a new wave of squirms until he’s settled inside you properly and you’re ready to head off with your new squirming bulge. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Belly>> <</silently>>

<h2>Satchel:</h2>\ <<link"Map of Town">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Map of Town"); Dialog.wiki("<img src=\"Images/MitieneMap.png\" width= \"100%\">"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <<ItemDesc>>Use to get an overview of the town layout<</ItemDesc>> \<<if $PhiraeQuest == 100>> Spare Collar <<ItemDesc>>Bright orange collar with a large golden bell. It's missing the hammer in the bell, so it doesn't jingle anymore.<</ItemDesc>> \<</if>> \<<if $RylideQuest == 100>> Taur Tour Transport Ticket (Used) <<ItemDesc>>Allows the holder to still get extra rides, if the taur is feeling generous<</ItemDesc>> <<ItemDesc>><</ItemDesc>> \<<elseif $RylideQuest > 0>> Taur Tour Transport Ticket <<ItemDesc>>Allows the holder to have one free taur ride!<</ItemDesc>> \<</if>> <h2>Usable Items:</h2>\ Empty ---- <span style="display:block; text-align:center"><<button "Close Inventory">> <<script>> Dialog.close(); <</script>><</button>></span>

Belly: <span id="sidebarBelly"><<prey Belly>></span> Butt: <span id="sidebarButt"><<prey Butt>></span> Balls: <span id="sidebarBalls"><<prey Balls>></span> Womb:<span id="sidebarWomb"><<prey Womb>></span>

(append: ?SideBar)[ (css: "display: block; text-align:center; max-width:100%;margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto")[\ Name: ''[$playerName]<playerName|'' Species: ''[$playerSpecies]<playerSpecies|'' Wallet: $''[$cash]<cash|'' [Companion: ''(if:$companion is "None")[None](else:)[(link-goto:"$companion","$companion")]'']<companion| ]\ (css: "display: block; text-align:center; max-width:100%;margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto")[\ [(link-rerun: "SHOW INVENTORY")[(replace: ?inventory)[(display: "Inventory")]]]<inventory| ]\ (css: "display: block; text-align:center; max-width:100%;margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto")[\ [(link-rerun: "INSIDE YOU")[(replace: ?insideyou)[(display: "Inside You")]]]<insideyou| ] (css: "display: block; text-align:center; max-width:100%;margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto")[\ [(link-rerun: "OPTIONS")[(replace: ?footerOptions)[(display: "Options")]]]<footerOptions| ] ]

<<silently>> <<replace "#HeaderText">>$HeaderText<</replace>> <<if $ContentWarning is true>> <<removeclass ".ContentWarning" "hidden">> <<else>> <<addclass ".ContentWarning" "hidden">> <</if>> <</silently>>

<<widget "time">> <<=`<<set $minutes += `+_args[0]+`>>`>> <<if $minutes >= 60>> <<set $hours += Math.floor($minutes / 60)>> <<set $minutes %= 60>> <</if>> <<if $hours >= 24>> <<set $hours %= 24>> <</if>> <<set $period = $hours >= 12 ? "PM" : "AM">> <<set $hours12 = $hours > 12 ? $hours - 12 : $hours>> <<set $time to ($hours < 10 ? "0" + $hours : $hours) + ":" + ($minutes < 10 ? "0" + $minutes : $minutes)>> <<set $time12 = $hours12 + ":" + ($minutes < 10 ? "0" + $minutes : $minutes) + " " + $period>> <<if $Menu is 1>> <<if settings.clock24 == true>> <<replace "#sidebarTime">>$time<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#sidebarTime">>$time12<</replace>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "Dialogue" container>><<= `<span class="`+_args[0]+`Dialogue">_contents</span>`>> <<silently>> <<done>> <<if settings.fancyDialogue is "Fancy">> <<= `<<addclass ".`+_args[0]+`Dialogue" "`+_args[0]+`DialogueFancy `+_args[0]+`DialogueColour">>`>> <<elseif settings.fancyDialogue is "Colour">> <<= `<<addclass ".`+_args[0]+`Dialogue" "`+_args[0]+`DialogueColour">>`>> <</if>> <</done>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget "AffectionLocked" container>> <<=` <<if $`+_args[0]+`Affection >= `+_args[1]+`>>`+_contents+`<<else>><span class="locked">`+_args[2]+` (<<for _i to 0; _i < _args[1]; _i++>><<= "♡" >><</for>> Locked)</span><</if>>`>> <</widget>> <<widget "LustLocked" container>><<=` <<if $`+_args[0]+`Lust >= `+_args[1]+`>>`+_contents+`<<else>><span class="locked">`+_args[2]+` (Lust: $`+_args[0]+`Lust/`+_args[1]+`)</span><</if>>`>><</widget>> <<widget "Affection">> <<=` <<set _Affection to $` + _args[0] + `Affection>> `>> <<switch _Affection>> <<case -5>><span class="heartsactive"></span><span class="heartsinactive"></span>♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️ <<case -4>><span class="heartsactive"></span><span class="heartsinactive">♤</span>♠️♠️♠️♠️ <<case -3>><span class="heartsactive"></span><span class="heartsinactive">♤♤</span>♠️♠️♠️ <<case -2>><span class="heartsactive"></span><span class="heartsinactive">♤♤♤</span>♠️♠️ <<case -1>><span class="heartsactive"></span><span class="heartsinactive">♤♤♤♤</span>♠️ <<case 0>><span class="heartsactive"></span><span class="heartsinactive">♡♡♡♡♡</span> <<case 1>><span class="heartsactive">❤</span><span class="heartsinactive">♡♡♡♡</span> <<case 2>><span class="heartsactive">❤❤</span><span class="heartsinactive">♡♡♡</span> <<case 3>><span class="heartsactive">❤❤❤</span><span class="heartsinactive">♡♡</span> <<case 4>><span class="heartsactive">❤❤❤❤</span><span class="heartsinactive">♡</span> <<case 5>><span class="heartsactive">❤❤❤❤❤</span><span class="heartsinactive"></span> <</switch>> <</widget>> <<widget "Lustbar">> <<=` <<set _Lust to $` + _args[0] + `Lust>> `>> <div id="Lustmeter" class="lust"> <<= '<div class="lustmeter" style="width:'+ _Lust +'%"> </div>'>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget "LustRefresh">> <<=` <<set _Lust to $` + _args[0] + `Lust>> `>> <<replace "#Lustmeter">> <<= '<div class="lustmeter" style="width:'+ _Lust +'%"> </div>'>> <</replace>> <</widget>> <<widget "lust">> <<= `<<set $`+_args[0]+`Lust to $`+_args[0]+`Lust + `+_args[1]+`>>`>> <<= `<<if $`+_args[0]+`Lust > 100>><<set $`+_args[0]+`Lust to 100>><</if>>`>> <<= `<<if $`+_args[0]+`Lust < 0>><<set $`+_args[0]+`Lust to 0>><</if>>`>> <</widget>> <<widget "CharacterHeader">> <div id="CharacterHeaderContainer"> <span id="CharacterHeader" class="CharacterHeader"><h1><<=` <<Dialogue "` + _args[0] + `">>` + _args[1] + `<</Dialogue>> `>></h1><br> <span id= "CharacterSubtitle" class="CharacterSubtitle"><h4>_args[2] - (_args[3])</h4></span> <br> <span id= "CharacterMeters">Relationship: <span id="AffectionHearts"><<= `<<Affection ` + _args[0] + `>> `>></span> <br> Lust: <<= `<<Lustbar ` + _args[0] + `>> `>> <br></span></span> </div> <</widget>> <<widget "CharacterHeaderRefresh">> <<done>> <<replace "#CharacterMeters">>Relationship: <span id="AffectionHearts"><<= `<<Affection ` + _args[0] + `>> `>></span> <br> Lust: <<= `<<Lustbar ` + _args[0] + `>> `>> <br><</replace>> <</done>> <</widget>> <<widget "PhoneContact">> ''_args[1]'' - <span id="AffectionHearts"><<= `<<Affection ` + _args[0] + `>> `>></span> <br>Location: <<=`$`+_args[0]+`Location`>> <br> <</widget>> <<widget "ItemDesc" container>> <span class="ItemDesc">- _contents</span> <</widget>> <<widget "convo" container>> <<=`<<link "`+_args[0]+`">><<run scrollTo(0, 0)>><<replace "#`+_args[1]+`" transition>>\ _contents \<</replace>><</link>>`>>\ <</widget>> <<widget "shop" container>> <<replace "#shop" transition>>_contents purchased<</replace>> <</widget>> <<widget "clickexpand" container>> /*Creates a Click to expand box, with arguments <<dropdown Name [link/button] "Click to Open Text" "Click to Close Text">> defaults to button if neither is link/button is chosen*/ <<capture _args[0], _args[1], _args[2], _args[3], _contents>> <<if _args[1] is "link">> <<set _a to "a">><<set _b to "link">> <<elseif _args[1] is "button">> <<set _a to "button">><<set _b to "button">> <<else>> <<set _a to "button">><<set _b to "button">> <</if>> <<if _args[2]>> <<set _ClickOpen to _args[2]>> <<else>> <<=` <<set _ClickOpen to "Open ` + _args[0] + ` >">> `>> <</if>> <<if _args[3]>> <<set _ClickClose to _args[3]>> <<elseif _args[2]>> <<set _ClickClose to _args[2]>> <<else>> <<=` <<set _ClickClose to "Close ` + _args[0] + ` v">> `>> <</if>> <<= `<span id="ClickExpand` + _args[0] + `"> <span id="ClickExpand` + _args[0] + `Button"> <<` + _b + ` "` + _ClickOpen + `">> <<if !_` + _args[0] + `Open>> <<replace "#ClickExpand` + _args[0] + ` ` + _a + `">>_ClickClose<</replace>> <<addclass "#ClickExpand` + _args[0] + `Contents" "uncollapsed">> <<replace "#ClickExpand` + _args[0] + `Contents">>_contents<</replace>> <<set _` + _args[0] + `Open to true>> <<else>> <<replace "#ClickExpand` + _args[0] + ` ` + _a + `">>_ClickOpen<</replace>> <<removeclass "#ClickExpand` + _args[0] + `Contents" "uncollapsed">> <<replace "#ClickExpand` + _args[0] + `Contents">><</replace>> <<unset _` + _args[0] + `Open >> <</if>> <</` + _b + `>> </span> <span id="ClickExpand` + _args[0] + `Contents" class="collapsed"></span> </span>`>> <</capture>> <</widget>>

<nobr>\ <ul> <li><<link "Stats">> <<set $Menu to 1>><<include "UpdateUIBar">> <</link>></li> <li><<link "Phone">> <<set $Menu to 2>><<include "UpdateUIBar">> <</link>></li> <li><<link "Party">> <<set $Menu to 3>><<include "UpdateUIBar">> <</link>></li> <li><<link "Inventory">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Inventory", "Inventory"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Inventory").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>></li> </ul> </nobr>\ ---- \<span id="SidebarMenu"> \<<switch $Menu>> \<<case 1>><<include "Menu Stats">> \<<case 2>><<include "Menu Phone">> \<<case 3>><<include "Menu Party">> \<</switch>> \</span> ---- ---- <span id="SidebarNavigationTable"></span> \<<if tags().includes("overworld")>><<replace "#SidebarNavigationTable" transition>><<include "Sidebar Navigation Table">><</replace>><</if>>

by Phietto

THETA

<<silently>> \<<replace "#SidebarMenu" transition>> \<<switch $Menu>> \<<case 1>><<include "Menu Stats">> \<<case 2>><<include "Menu Phone">> \<<case 3>><<include "Menu Party">> \<</switch>> \<</replace>> <</silently>>

My clickexpands aren't working ;A; <<clickexpand QuestA button "Quest One: Pet the cat">> This is some test text I wonder if this will be necessary <</clickexpand>> <<clickexpand QuestB button "Twoblusbles">> Oooh another quest <</clickexpand>> <<clickexpand QuestC >> woah, more quests This one has a bunch of stuff to do, I guess? <</clickexpand>> ---- <span style="display:block; text-align:center"><<button "Close Quest Log">> <<script>> Dialog.close(); <</script>><</button>></span>

Sitting in the seats, the stage is empty ---- [[>Get up on Stage->Theatre Stage]] [[>Back->Theatre]] \<<silently>> <<set $HeaderText to "Location: Theatre">> <<set $partyLocation to passage()>> <</silently>>

A purple squirrel. His tail is outrageously fluffy. ---- [[Back->Thistle]]

<<CharacterHeader "Thistle" "Thistle Pelletier" "Grey(?) Squirrel" "He/Him">> sqrl [[Get a better look at Thistle->Thistle Look]] [[Talk to Thistle->Thistle Talk]] ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>> <<silently>><<if $ThistleMet is not true>><<set $ThistleMet to true>><</if>><</silently>>

<<CharacterHeader "Cream" "Cream Karmello" "Kitsune" "She/Her">> <<Dialogue Cream>>"Hey, can I get you anything?"<</Dialogue>> [[Get a better look at Cream->Cream Look]] [[Talk to Cream->Cream Talk]] ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>> <<silently>><<if $CreamMet is not true>><<set $CreamMet to true>><</if>><</silently>>

"What can I get you, pal?" ---- [[Back->Thistle]]

<<set $companion to "None">>Etto says goodbye and heads back to where he was before. ---- <<link ">Back" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<set $companion to "None">>Bramble says goodbye and heads back to where he was before. ---- <<link ">Back" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<set $companion to "None">>Rif says goodbye and heads back to where he was before. ---- <<link ">Back" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<set $companion to "None">>Scone says goodbye and heads back to where she was before. ---- <<link ">Back" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<set $companion to "None">>Bishop says goodbye and heads back to where he was before. ---- <<link ">Back" $partyLocation>><</link>>

Cream is the bartender for the little concession stand in the theatre, currently ogling you just as much as you're ogling her. She's a fox, dressed in a trim black shirt and slacks, although most of her blouse buttons are undone and barely holding her sizeable bust in place. Behind her, three tails sway idly, making her kitsune. It's hard to count them when they're constantly swishing about. Also it's rude to stare at her butt over the counter. Her fur is mostly white, with orange marking in an inversion of the usual fox colour scheme. It's a wonder how her fur stays so white and pristine, though you're pretty sure it's magic, somehow. ...Kitsune's shouldn't be doing bar work, right?

Gets real big and stuffs you in her panties

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Phirae's Stomach">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> It's wet and squishy inside Phirae's stomach, but rather cozy, with the small feline's belly constantly rippling all over you. You guess that means it's trying to digest you, but you figure you're safe for now. Especially since he reassures you of the fact, rubbing you from the outside. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Phirae Stomach Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Give Phi some internal belly rubs">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Phirae Stomach Rub">> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Squirm against the stomach walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Phirae Stomach Squirm">> <</replace>><<gurgle -10 "Phirae Stomach Events" "Phirae Stomach Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Squirm deeper->Phirae Stomach to Rectum]] [[>Try to climb up and out->Phirae Stomach Out]] \</span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Phirae's Butt">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> It's rather tight in the feline's bowels, not to mention musky, and somewhat slimy. Your world ripples as the cat clenches, shoving you into the tight flesh. If it wasn't so soft, it would almost be uncomfortable. The soft sounds of wet squelches fill your ears along with the cat's purring from above. There's hardly any space to move, or at least it would seem that way if the cat's body didn't give way to your movements so easily. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Phirae Rectum Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the shifting tunnel walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Phirae Rectum Rub">> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Squirm against his clenches">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Phirae Rectum Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle -10 "Phirae Rectum Events" "Phirae Rectum Digested">> <</link>> ---- [[>Wriggle up Phirae's bowels->Phirae Rectum Down to Stomach]] [[>Squirm out->Phirae Rectum Down Out]] \</span>

<<cw>>Content Warning Text<</cw>> <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Phirae dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Etto>>"Etto dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>"Rylide dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Rif>>"Rif dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Thistle>>"Thistle dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Bramble>>"Bramble dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Willow>>"Willow dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Scone>>"Scone dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Muffin dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Mocha>>"Mocha dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Eton>>"Eton dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Peaches>>"Peaches dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Cream>>"Cream dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Julep>>"Julep dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Amaranthe>>"Amaranthe dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Bishop>>"Bishop dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Nutmeg>>"Nutmeg dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Leon>>"Leon dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Lowen>>"Lowen dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Richie>>"Richie dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Saoshi>>"Saoshi dialogue text goes here"<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Back->Temporary Start]]

<<CharacterHeader "Scone" "Scone Enright" "Mouse" "She/Her">> <<= either("The white and brown mouse looks at you from behind the store counter, giving you a slight wave. <<Dialogue Scone>>\"Do you need anything in particular?\"<</Dialogue>>" , "The mouse smiles sweetly, standing slightly straighter. <<Dialogue Scone>>\"Searching for something specific?\"<</Dialogue>>")>> ---- [[Get a better look at Scone->Scone Store Look]] [[Talk to Scone->Scone Store Talk]] <<link "Buy Something">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Presto! Convenience", "shop"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Scone Shop").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> [[-Try to devour the mouse-->Scone Store Devour]] [[>Nevermind->Convenience Store]] <<silently>><<if $SconeMet is not true>><<set $SconeMet to true>><</if>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> <span id="look"> You admit to being curious about taur anatomy, but stray thoughts keep finding their way to what’s between Rylide’s hind legs. She leans over you with a lecherous grin, barely restraining her giggling. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Oh really now? I suppose you’ll want a little more than just your thoughts getting back there too, hm?”<</Dialogue>> She teases. Before you can confirm or deny it, she nudges you back, making you fall on your butt. She then flops down next to you, and raises her leg, showing off her soft white underbelly, and her crotch, with the whole package on display. </span> ---- <<convo "Sheath" look>> Snug between the bunny’s back legs, a soft musky pocket of lewdness waits for your touch. The plump sheath hangs low, right on display if you lay underneath her. Perhaps that’s why she shimmies about, self conscious that you’re staring right at her crotch. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Getting an eyeful huh?”<</Dialogue>> She lifts up a hind leg to watch you, but her balance eventually topples, and she flops onto her side. Her sheath bounces along with her, twitching now that it’s exposed. The sweet scent of her musk grows stronger, intoxicatingly lewd. You both stay at an impasse for a few seconds, until finally Rylide nudges you closer. [[-Get in close-->Rylide Look SheathV]] <<cw>>Sheath vore<</cw>> \<<lust Rylide 15>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> <<convo "Cock" look>> It doesn’t take long to coax her cock free of her sheath. The tip peeks out slowly at first, barely spreading the opening at the top of her sheath. The taur’s soft musk grows stronger then, exposed directly with the scent of sex and heat. Her shaft slips free a few seconds later, dangling between her hind legs, begging to be tended to. As it grows, you can see that Rylide’s cock wouldn’t look out of place on an equine of some kind - in both shape and length. And then it keeps growing, thicker and longer until it’s fatter and longer than your arm, and you can no longer wrap your hand around her girth. Rylide snickers and shifts slightly, just enough to bring her twitching erection close to your face. Her musk is incredibly potent with the thing dangling right in front of you, impossible to avoid. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Impressed?”<</Dialogue>> She teases, as a small dribble of precum runs down the flat head of her cockhead. \<<lust Rylide 15>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> <<convo "Balls" look>> Rylide’s balls are, in no uncertain terms, huge. They’re like beanbags, especially with how soft they are. They sway between her back legs, sloshing full of musk just waiting to be let out. Despite their size, they bounce close to her body every time she bounds about, and snuggles neatly below her body whenever she tucks herself in. If you weren’t paying attention, you’d hardly notice they were there. Unless you were ducked down beneath her lower half while she had her legs spread and her crotch about a foot from your face, then they’d be unavoidable. <<linkreplace "Use them as a pillow" transition>> You can just lean against them and rest, and have her plush sac hold you up. With her sheath propped up behind your head, in the comfiest, muskiest way to rest. You blush, partly at the lewdness, partly at the sheer warmth radiating off her sac. Rylide shimmies about a few times to get comfy, similarly embarrassed, but not about to get you to move. She giggles, and slowly curls her legs in, tucking you close for a moment. You both rest for a few minutes, with the taur’s sheath twitching and her balls shifting beneath you. The soft orbs surround you in plush, intoxicating fuzz, sinking you ever deeper, until you find yourself turned around, and face planting into the softness. Rylide’s paws rest on your back, pinning you lightly in place. She rubs against you idly, so casual despite the lewdness of having your face smothered in her balls. Your mind goes blank with the sheer coziness of the situation. There are no words. Just bunny balls. Rylide finally plucks you free some indeterminate amount of time later. It could have been a few seconds, it could have been a few hours. Who’s to tell? She cuddles you up and gives you a little sniff, her cute nose twitching a lot more when she recognises her scent. She giggles again, and sets you down with a light pat to the top of your head. \<<lust Rylide 15>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> \<</linkreplace>> \<<lust Rylide 5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> <<convo "Pussy" look>> Rylide's a big girl, and her pussy is no exception. The plump mound proudly shows off her slick netherlips, with the barest shine of wetness glistening along the edge. A small sampling of the warmth, wet depths hidden between. Rylide enjoys watching you back there, though you're almost hidden, obscured by her sheer size. She squeaks softly, with another shiver of anticipation. She can feel how close you are to her. So she shifts, spreading her legs wider to give you a better view. [[Get a much more intimate look->Rylide Look UB]] <<cw>>Unbirth<</cw>> \<<lust Rylide 15>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> [[>Back->Rylide Look Taur]]

You gently nudge at the sphincter at the top of the stomach. It takes a few tries to loosen it up, but eventually it gives way, squelching over your hand. A moment later, the entirety of Rylide’s stomach shifts, shuddering, then shoving you upwards. You’re pushed up, almost like diving in reverse, back up along the rabbit taur’s gullet, until your hands rest on the back of her tongue. It takes a little more wriggling, but with the help of her relaxing throat, you manage the arduous task of wriggling your arms out past her lips. Rylide eases you out of her stomach bit by bit, slower ripples feeding you up now that most of you is out of her stomach. It’s easier once you’ve got your shoulders past her jaws, with enough leeway to grasp onto her arms and forepaws as they guide you back down to the ground. You’re slimy, wet, and cold compared to how warm it was inside the taur. Rylide helps a little with the latter by cuddling you against her feral chest. It helps a little with the former two as well, much to her chagrin. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“It was nice carrying you around, cutie”<</Dialogue>> the taur muses, petting the top of your head with one of her forepaws. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Don’t be a stranger, ya hear?”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

You rummage around the lower section of the rabbit’s forestomach, pushing your arm deep into the folds and running your hand along until it brushes over a tight sphincter. It leads deeper into the rabbit taur: to her second stomach swaying within her feral half. Pushing through only takes a little encouragement before it suddenly relaxes and plunges you elbow deep into the tight passage beyond. It clenches in a moment later, tugging you down, coupled with the rest of her stomach’s churns to shove both your arms in. When your head gets shoved through next, you can’t help but feel like you’re being swallowed again. You pass through the strange passageway, something between esophagus and intestines, through the weird corner between Rylide’s upper and lower halves. It’s a strange feeling when it opens up and you’re stuck wiggling in both her stomachs at once, before another squeeze shoves you into her lower stomach. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Taur Stomach Down]]

\<<set _events to random(1,6)>> \<<if $first is true>><<set _events to 6>><<set $first to false>><</if>> \<<switch _events>> \<<case 1>> The longer you spend in the rabbit’s stomach, the more active it gets, soon building up to a constant churning squeeze all around you. Squirming against it does little to stop the rabbit’s gut - It knows you’re in there, and it’s doing all it can to knead over you. Despite that, it doesn’t feel anything like it’s trying to digest you. It’s hot, sure, and wet, but it’s more like an in-depth massage in the middle of a sauna. A very weird, yet relaxing- Squelch! Relaxing too much in a taur’s stomach has its downsides though. Most importantly, the fact that this is only her first stomach. And after all this time spent curled up in here, it’s pretty sure it’s done with you. It lasts a much shorter time though, twisting you about before opening up into a much larger sac barely a second later. Another squelch and squeeze, and you’re deposited into the next stage of the rabbit’s digestive system - her second stomach. \<<done>><<replace "#options">> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Taur Stomach Down]]<</replace>><</done>> \<<default>> \<</switch>>

Name: <span id="sidebarName" class="playerName">$playerName</span> Species: <span id="sidebarSpecies" class="playerSpecies">$playerSpecies</span> Money: $<<=$cash>> Time: <span id="sidebarTime"><<if settings.clock24 == true>>$time<<else>>$time12<</if>></span>

Companion: <<if $companion is "None">>None<<else>> <span class="menubutton"><<button $companion>> <<if tags().includesAny("internal","scene")>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Error", "Error"); Dialog.wiki("You can't do that right now!"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <<elseif tags().includes("companion")>><<goto $partyLocation>> <<else>><<goto $companion>> <</if>> <</button>></span><</if>> INSIDE YOU: <span id="insideYou"><<include "Inside You">></span>

<<nobr>> <ul> <li><<link "Contacts">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Contacts", "PhoneContacts"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("PhoneContacts").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>></li> <li><<link "Edit Character">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Character Sheet", "charsheet"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("CharacterCreation").processText()); Dialog.open(null, function(){Dialog.wiki(Story.get("UpdateUIBar").processText());}); <</script>> <</link>></li> <li><<link "CREDITS">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Credits", "credits"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Credits").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>></li> <li><<link "CHEATS">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Cheats", "cheats"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Cheats").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>></li></ul> <</nobr>>\

\<<if $MochaMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Mocha" "Mocha Alrein-Brie">> <</if>> \<<if $EttoMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Etto" "Etto Cavenley">> <</if>> \<<if $WillowMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Willow" "Willow Colridge">> <</if>> \<<if $MuffinMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Muffin" "Muffin Enright">> <</if>> \<<if $SconeMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Scone" "Scone Enright">> <</if>> \<<if $BrambleMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Bramble" "Bramble Heatherford">> <</if>> \<<if $CreamMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Cream" "Cream Karmello">> <</if>> \<<if $PhiraeMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Phirae" "Phirae Kinwood">> <</if>> \<<if $RylideMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier">> <</if>> \<<if $RifMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Rif" "Rif Lufern">> <</if>> \<<if $ThistleMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Thistle" "Thistle Pelletier">> <</if>> \<<if $BishopMet is true>>\ <<PhoneContact "Bishop" "Bishop Tarish">> <</if>>

START <span id="SceneID"></span> \<span id="choices">Continue Scene? <<link "Yes">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#SceneID" transition>>SCENE ---- [[>Continue->Stomach]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "No">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#SceneID" transition>>SCENE NULL ---- [[>Back->Fun]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Phirae's Balls">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <div class="centred">Phirae's Lust: <<Lustbar "Phirae">></div> <span id="desc"> Phirae's sac is tight all around you, and thick with the smell of his musk. His cum pools around you, thick and sticking to your hand as you lift it free. It drips off, sticking to the fleshy, soft walls, before a slight shift of the cat paw, pushes it into your face. You'd be even messier now, if you weren't already bathing in 'cream'. The stench of sex permeates everything, and your cum-stained prison walls are no exception. The heady male musk oozes from the rippling walls, shifting with every passing second. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Phirae Balls Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub into the slick walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Phirae Balls Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle random(-10,-1) "Phirae Balls Events" "Phirae Balls Digested">> <<lust Phirae random(10,20)>><<LustRefresh "Phirae">> <<if $PhiraeLust is 100>><<replace "#exits">>[[>Make Phirae cum->Phirae Balls Climax Out]]<</replace>><</if>> <</link>> <<link "Squirm in his sac">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Phirae Balls Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle random(-15,-8) "Phirae Balls Events" "Phirae Balls Digested">> <<lust Phirae random(10,20)>><<LustRefresh "Phirae">> <<if $PhiraeLust is 100>><<replace "#exits">>[[>Make Phirae cum->Phirae Balls Climax Out]]<</replace>><</if>> <</link>> ---- <span id="exits">[[>Squirm out->Phirae Balls Out]]</span> \</span>

<<CharacterHeader "Phirae" "Phirae Kinwood" "Domestic Cat" "He/Him">> How do you want to devour Phirae? ---- <<= `<<link "-Eat him-" "Phirae Devour OV `+random(1,3)+`">><</link>>`>> <<= `<<link "-Sit on him-" "Phirae Devour AV `+random(1,2)+`">><</link>>`>> <<if $playerHasBalls>><<link "-Stuff him into your dick-" "Phirae Devour CV">><</link>><</if>> <<if $playerHasWomb>><<link "-Slide him into your womb-" "Phirae Devour UB">><</link>><</if>> [[>Nevermind->Phirae]]

Everything tightens around you for a second, the stomach squeezing you tight to force you up into the cat's gullet. Light streams in from between his jaws as you stare out from between them, though you don't get long to admire the view before you're pushed out with a wet gagging sound. The rippling motion feels exactly like being swallowed, but instead it forces you out, prying apart his jaws for his tongue to slide over your front. You fall forwards into a heap on the floor, coated in stomach juices and drool, as Phirae coughs and clears his throat a few times. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Bleh, even worse than furballs...Though much more delicious"<</Dialogue>> His winks and sticks his tongue out at you. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae]] \<<silently>><<set $PhiraeLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

You push at the pit of Phirae's stomach, squeezing yourself through the tight sphincter. Phirae's intestines seem like an even tighter fit that in his stomach, but now that your upper body are already inside them, they drag the rest of you in with a wet squelch. It's no less wet and slimy in here, especially as they constantly squeeze to carry you along. You try to relax as they work, gurgling, squelching, and twisting you about, until you reach the end of the cat's digestive tract. The flesh constantly shifts, wet and slick with various juices. It easily gives way under your force, but only so far before a clench squeezes back in on you. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Rectum Down]]

You press up against the inside of the cat's tailhole, head pushing against the yielding flesh as Phirae's bowels squeeze around you. He groans above, the sound muffled through his body, though you see his anus slowly starting to spread as you get pressed into it. You gasp the (comparatively) fresh air as you suddenly slip through with a wet schlurk, though also as the process grinds your face into the musky inside of the tight ring. Above, you can hear the cat straining with effort, so you try to wriggle your shoulders free to help catch you. It doesn't help, as the cat yelps in surprise, suddenly clenching around your neck. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"A-aah! Th-that's a sensitive spot y'know!"<</Dialogue>> He yelps, clenching again for good measure. It almost seems like he's about to drag you back in as punishment, but the cat's bowels relax after a while. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Just...let me focus on pushing you out..."<</Dialogue>> He sounds almost wistful as he says it, though peering out from between his rump cheeks, it's hard to tell. Eventually your shoulders stretch his tailhole enough for the rest of you to slide out in one long push, leaving you laying on the floor beneath him, staring up at the butt you've just gotten free of. Phirae sighs in pleasure, one paw on his belly as he turns to help you up. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"I always feel so empty after letting people out..."<</Dialogue>> he says, grinning suddenly. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Which means you've gotta get back inside sometime, 'kay?"<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Phirae]] \<<silently>><<set $PhiraeLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

You try to wriggle back through Phirae's intestines, but progress is slow fighting against them crawling backwards, after they've already pushed you through one way. After a while they start to aid your journey back up through his digestive tract, though progress is still slow going as they carry you inch by inch along the tight, winding tunnel. Eventually you feel your body getting squeezed up into Phirae's stomach, after a long journey of watching his intestines squeeze on your head to force it back up. You groan and pull your head free from cat's intestines to join the rest of you filling out his stomach. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Stomach]]

You push against the sphincter that you came in through, but it's too tight to budge. Though the prodding does shake the world around you, no doubt from the cat finding the sensation rather strange. Given his pleasured gasp, and the sudden groping of your form through the flesh though, it's definitely a good one. The cat's squeezing and kneading coats you in more of the musky fluid, but it helps to push you against the tight opening again and again, each time with a little more force until- "Schlurrck!" The tight tunnel grips over your arms once more, this time tensing to pull you back through. The cat's moans and pants from above grow louder, and his pressing on you more directed, right up until your surroundings tighten and force your head back into the cat's shaft. With a resounding slosh and the cat's mewl above, you are squeezed back out Phirae's cock along with a spray of his cum, thrust out to collapse between his legs. The cat's orgasm continues on top of you, spattering you with his musk, while his length kneads over your feet long after the rest of you has slipped free. You pull them out with a resounding "Schlurp" before the cat can get any other ideas, though. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae]] \<<silently>><<set $PhiraeLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Phirae's Butt">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> It's tight, holding you in place, and rife with the musky stench inside of him. At least it's soft, as it ripples over every inch of your body. And only slightly slimy. It's probably better not to think why... </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Phirae Rectum Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the shifting tunnel walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Phirae Rectum Rub">> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Squirm against his clenches">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Phirae Rectum Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle -10 "Phirae Rectum Events" "Phirae Rectum Digested">> <</link>> ---- [[>Wriggle up Phirae's bowels->Phirae Rectum Up to Stomach]] [[>Squirm out->Phirae Rectum Up Out]] \</span>

Your surroundings tighten, clenching over your upper half as your feet press against the inside of Phirae's pucker. It takes a few seconds before they finally push through, greeted into the cool air once more. You squirm and try to help yourself get pushed out, but Phirae clenches and drags your legs back in slightly with a yelp. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Ah! H-hey, Let me do my business in peace, jeez..."<</Dialogue>> The cat's voice moans, before the pressure builds up around you once again. Bit by bit your legs slip free of the cat's rear, squeezed together by the cat's sphincter, trailing on the cool ground outside. Your hips slip out with a slight squelch, along with a satisfied grunt from the feline. The rest of you follows suit in what seems like a rather long time to you, as if he was taking even more pleasure in letting you out than when he was shoving you in. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Haaaaah, just a little more..."<</Dialogue>> Schlurrrk. You blink as your head and shoulders slip free, greeted with the sight of the cat's rump from the outside once more. He sways his hips almost teasingly as his tailhole closes, sighing in pleasure before turning around and helping you to your feet. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Prrrrrrh... Let's do that again sometime, 'kay?"<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Phirae]] \<<silently>><<set $PhiraeLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

You crawl deeper into the feline's body, making slow progress against your tight confines. Around you, you can hear the feline's intestines squelching and burbling organically, slick with his internal juices that're no doubt coating you too now. You can feel them actively trying to push you back at first, though as you head deeper eventually they shift, helping guide you along bit by bit. The cat's intestines almost seem to go on forever, but still you press on, until you finally push out in the slightly more open space of in his stomach. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Stomach]]

<<silently>><<if $PhiraeAffection < 3>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ The cat blushes brightly, but that hardly seems to stem his excitement as he nods in agreement. You turn and present your rear to him, with barely a second passing before you feel the cat's muzzle pressing against your pucker. His paws spread your rump cheeks apart as he licks over your tailhole, leaving it slick with cat drool. With a wet schlurk, you feel the distinct pressure of the feline's tongue slipping inside you, rumbling with his quiet purrs. He laps at your bowels almost hungrily, as if he was acting as the predator in this scenario. Even though in doing so, his tongue delves deeper and deeper, trying to pleasuring you in the best way he can. You clench softly around it, almost teasingly, and earn a squeeze from the cat's paws in return. You can feel his nose pressed hard directly above your hole, forced into it as Phirae's mouth seals around your pucker. Judging by the twitch from the cat’s raised tail, he’s loving it almost as much as you are. You feel the cat's tongue pull away, only to be replaced with his entire muzzle a moment later, stretching your tailhole as he pushes inside. The stretch grows more as the feline forces himself into your rump, enveloping his head with a wet schlurk. It's like having an oversized vibrator inside you, as the loud purring grows suddenly muffled, but much more felt in return. You clench to pull his head in deeper, letting your tailring settle around his neck like yet another collar for the cat. He twists and squirms in response, gratefully nosing and licking at your insides. Only then do his paws lift away from their constant kneading of your butt, as he pulls himself in tight and pushes forward. You relax as his shoulders press in, feeling the weight of the feline pushing further into your body, heading deeper as you sit back on top of him. Despite how small you thought he looked before, he certainly gives your hole a stretch before his shoulders are swallowed up inside you. You can feel him shift to try and pull them in tighter, but your butt is already doing a fine job in keeping him squeezed. Though that doesn't dissuade him from pushing and nosing against your insides. His voice muffled slightly, too full of your flesh to be clearly audible, but moans of pleasure are hardly complicated to understand. All the moreso since you can feel his voice pressing against certain rather sensitive spots. A slight extra bulge in your lower body marks his progress, though he’s definitely taking his time to tease you. But he fills them up so nicely. You have to have the rest of him inside you. Gravity helps the rest of the cat slip in easily, although his hips take a while to force yourself down onto, with some help from him pushing against the ground. His legs kick about in the air as you lean forward, clenching repeatedly to draw them in a few inches at a time. It's not long before only the tips of his paws peek out from between your rump cheeks, squirming slightly as the bulge in your lower gut shifts and rubs you from the inside. Your pucker closes over the cat's paws in one last clench, sealing him away inside your bowels. Your belly sags with the extra weight, constantly shifting as the cat rubs over your insides, or tries to squirm his way deeper. You give your new occupant a soft squeeze, making sure he’s comfortable in there. His low purr and some extra nosing at your hand reassures you that he’s much more than happy to be inside you. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Butt>> <</silently>>

You give the cat a wink as you offer him a spot between your legs. And as much as he can try to deny it, his glance towards your cock certainly lingers for longer than a glance should qualify. His blush returns not long after, but you can tell he’s lusting for it, even if he tries to hide his own excitement with his tail so surreptitiously curled in front of him. He coughs, and gives a slight nod. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“I...Uh, I’d like that.”<</Dialogue>> He purrs, before biting his bottom lip and glancing away. You pull him in close, scratching behind his ears to reassure him, while his paws slowly brush over your sides, curling in until he’s got both paws wrapped around your member. You moan out, drooling pre onto his fingertip that rests on your tip. That’s all the lube it needs before he pushes in. A quiet squelch rings out, as your cock swallows his finger, then another, and more, until the cat’s fist is stretching against the underside of your member. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Oh gosh…”<</Dialogue>> he murmurs, twisting his arm this way and that before plunging it deep inside you. You gasp out, pleasure rolling through your body as his arm slips in deep, pushing along all the inside of your shaft and getting lost inside your body. You tense slightly, and that’s all your body needs to get to work. With a yelp, Phirae’s entire arm gets pulled in up to shoulder. His mouth against your cock, it almost seems like he’s going to try and give you a last-minute blowjob, but his tongue and muzzle slip inside your slit as he leans in. His purring feels amazing, rolling deeper and deeper. You push in against the back of his head, thrusting your hips forward to take it in, slowly spreading wider and wider to fit his head and shoulder in, lubed up as you spurt a thick load of precum onto his fur. His other paw stays away from your shaft, too busy working over his own, though he still moans out for you as he squirms his way deeper. It’s so easy to shove him in, with how much he wants it. You can feel his purring rumbling deep within you, teasing at your prostate and balls as the cat journey’s towards them, swelling our your sac as it fills with the horny feline. Even as his hips start to slip into yours, the cat’s paw never leaves his pecker, despite his weak thrusts and humps to line up the tip of his cock with yours. Both your pre and his mix together as he does, making his fur wetter and slicker, and even easier to slide down your length. Each time your cock throbs it claims more of the cat, until only his flitting tail brushes over your cockhead. And even then, another throb and it’s utterly gone. Though it’s clear enough to see where the cat is now, from your oversized sac hanging low between your legs. It feels so sensitive, stretched out with him in there, no doubt edged on by the cat’s constant purring. It’s like having a vibrator stuck inside you. Except vibrators aren’t visibly and audibly masturbating inside you and swallowing down your cum, or otherwise seeming like a cat in heat. Though to be fair, it’s probably pretty warm in there for him. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Balls>> <</silently>>

You curl a finger towards the cat and call him closer despite his sudden blush, giving him a slight wink to tease him further. He swallows, but stands to attention in much the same way as his feline shaft does, both pointing towards your crotch. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“You, uh...Y-yeah, that’d be nice.”<</Dialogue>> There’s no denying his blush, but it seems a lot more relaxed as you cuddle him first. His paws rest on your stomach, slipping lower and lower until his paw cups over your nethers, spreading your lips as the cat purrs softly. You moan out as he brushes along them, just as willing to take your time in letting him inside you. His soft pawpads do feel rather nice against your flesh, too. Especially as he tends to focus on your clit more than anything, rubbing over it in slow circles - though you can feel the low rumble of his purr even through his paw. The cat’s foreplay continues as he gives your gut light kisses, once again tracing down over your hips until his lips meet yours. His breath is soft and needy, panting as he kneels against you, head buried in your crotch to give a long lick over your pussy. His tongue dutifully laps over you in wet slurps, with a myriad of wet squelches and squishes breaking the constant gasps and moans of the cat licking over you. Though over time, they spread in deeper, until his muzzle slips in past your folds, his nose pressing against against your clit before slipping lower and deeper to nestle his face against you. Already his fur is slick with a mixture of his drool and your juices, both leaving the cat smelling of...well, pussy. With both his paws braced against your thoughs, he gives a quick glance up at you over your mound. His cheeks are bright red, but his purring is intense. The latter grows stronger still a moment later, as you settle down slowly on top of his head, pushing it deep into you. He’s certainly a bigger vibrator than you’re used to, and normally they don’t moan out and squirm in the process, even as you settle your weight onto his shoulders. Even then it seems like he’s trying to pull them in after his head, twisting and shimmying along with his relentless licks and nudges. You’re not quite done with him yet though, as you stand back up and relax, almost letting his head slip fully free of your nethers. His head is utterly drenched as he gasps out, though his muzzle is still lodged between your folds, to barely give him any scent that isn’t of your sex. You shove him right back in, then, down to his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. He plunges in deep, filling you completely, even as he pushes against the entrance to your womb. And even then, you tease him more, bouncing on top of him, working him like a living dildo in and out of you. Each time pushes him a little deeper, or holds him in for a little longer, until you feel the cat’s hips pressing up between yours. You tense up from the pressure, easing up for a moment as the cat readjusts himself, sliding his throbbing member up into you with smaller movements. The cat seems to be in heaven either way, purring madly inside you even though he’s half-curled in your womb by now. His legs offer little trouble though, as you feed them up into you with a few light squeezes. Even then, he’s squirming until the end, right up until his paws join the rest of him in your womb. Your middle is much rounder and heavier for the cat inside, though you can see slight bulges whenever he shifts or kicks. But he’s all yours now, evident enough by how he’s purring and settled inside you, blissfully relaxed. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<silently>> <<devour Phirae Womb>> <</silently>>

<<silently>><<if $PhiraeAffection < 1>><<set $PhiraeAffection to 1>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Phirae" "Phirae Kinwood" "Domestic Cat" "He/Him">> <span id="look"> You look over the black cat properly. <<= either("He averts your gaze at first, staring off at some random thing with curious amber eyes, his large, fluffy tail idly curling behind him. The slight movement causes the two bright orange collars tied to it to jingle quietly, before a turn of his head does the same for the collar around his neck. Aside from the number of collars he wears, a large silver pendant rests on his chest, and after he starts fiddling with it, you notice a bracelet with orange gemstones around his wrist. Once you finish glancing over his shiny apparel, you can finally appreciate the cat's form in itself, rather sleek and lithe, aside from a rather toned rump and hips. If you had to guess, you'd say the feline was about five and a half feet tall, though as thin as he is, that still seems rather small." , "The black cat stares back at you with amber eyes, before he looks away suddenly. The movement causes all three of his orange collars to jingle, though mostly for the two around his fluffy tail as it flicks. You've been assured that the cat is in fact 5' 5\", though as thin as he is, he still seems rather small. Despite being thin, the cat's rump is still rather plump, jiggling slightly every time Phirae moves. Which is often, since the feline doesn't seem to be capable of standing still, though from the slight red tinge to his cheeks, it might just be the fact that you've been staring at him all this time.")>> <<if $PhiraeLust >= 75>> Despite being thin, the cat's rump is still rather plump, jiggling slightly every time Phirae moves. Which is often, since the feline doesn't seem to be capable of standing still, though from the slight red tinge to his cheeks, it might just be the fact that you've been staring at him all this time. In fact, he seems to be doing the same to you, his gaze twitching down to your waist far too often. And to your backside, whenever you turn around. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Did you need me for anything?"<</Dialogue>> He swallows, before biting his lip softly. He seems rather frisky, right now. [[Now might be a good time to bring up some fun ideas...->Phirae Fun]] [[Or perhaps he'd calm down if you pet him?->Phirae Pet]] <<elseif $PhiraeLust >= 40>> Despite being thin, the cat's rump is still rather plump, jiggling slightly every time Phirae moves. Which is often, since the feline doesn't seem to be capable of standing still, though from the slight red tinge to his cheeks, it might just be the fact that you've been staring at him all this time. He's glancing back at you in response though, occassionally down at your hips when he thinks you won't notice. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"What's up?"<</Dialogue>> He asks, glancing away. He looks a little more excited than usual. [[You could tease him to rile him up even more->Phirae Flirt]] [[Or perhaps he'd calm down if you pet him?->Phirae Pet]] <<else>> You then notice the blush on Phirae's cheeks, once he notices you staring at him. It'll grow brighter if you keep it up. <</if>></span> ---- <<convo "Look at his collars" look>> You ask Phirae about the trio of collars that he wears. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Hm? Why I wear so many collars? Well, really I just used to wear the one."<</Dialogue>> He points to the collar around his neck, and flicks the bell to make it ring. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"But then I figured I could do with another to look cute. I tried a ribbon at first, but it kinda made me look TOO girly, so collars it is. Plus I got a great bulk deal on 'em, so now I wear two on my tail."<</Dialogue>> <</convo>> <<convo "Stare at his mouth" look>>\ You ask to get a closer look at Phirae's mouth, and he smirks. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Heh, I knew you couldn't resist."<</Dialogue>> He purrs before opening his mouth wide, tongue hanging forward and dripping with his saliva. You get a look right down his throat, slowly shifting as his warm breath rushes over your face. <span id="MawInspect">You spend a few more seconds appreciating the cat's open maw before he shuts it and swallows down his errant drool. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Like what you see?"<</Dialogue>> he winks. <<AffectionLocked Phirae 2 "You're sure he wouldn't mind if you rested your head on his tongue...">><<link "You're sure he wouldn't mind if you rested your head on his tongue...">> <<replace "#MawInspect" transition>>You sigh as you rest your chin on his tongue, feeling the warm wetness spreading beneath you. The flesh is somewhat spongy, but still rather textured and almost ticklish as it curls against you in short, pleasant licks. It's not long before your chin and cheeks are slick and glistening with the thin coating of drool. All the while, the cat's breath surrounds you, rushing over you in hot huffs and filling your lungs with the scent of his insides. Despite what you'd expect, they seem tinged with a slight sweetness, no doubt due to all the sugar in the cat's diet. His saliva too, for all its slimyness, is rather pleasant against your face. Satisfied with that, the cat closes his mouth and steps back, though he's purring much more loudly now. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"There, that's a much better look for you. Aside from being a bulge inside me, of course..."<</Dialogue>> \<<silently>> <<lust Phirae random(10,20)>> <<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>><</AffectionLocked>></span> <</convo>> <<convo "Look at his tummy" look>> The feline's belly is slim, though part of that is just the sheer contrast between his waist and his hips. Even still, the feline's flat tummy offers a smooth, soft sea of void, except for the velvet shine wherever the light catches through his short fur. It looks exceedingly soft, It's practically begging to be touched. <<linkreplace "Faceplant into his belly" transition>>Phirae almost stumbles under the sudden weight, but he snickers as soon as he catches his balance again. He grins wide and hugs around your head, gently petting on you and tugging you against him. You press into the soft fluff and your suspicions are confirmed: it IS exceedingly soft. You can feel his breaths gently pushing into your, smothering you in cosy, softly rumbling darkness. If you listen closely, you can hear his stomach rumbling quietly, melding with his purrs. \<<silently>> <<lust Phirae random(10,20)>> <<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <</silently>> \<</linkreplace>> <</convo>> <<AffectionLocked Phirae 2 "Glance at his crotch">><<convo "Glance at his crotch" look>> Phirae's paws dart to his crotch, his tail curls around him, and he gasps. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Hey!"<</Dialogue>> <<LustLocked Phirae 60 "Ask for a better look">><<linkreplace "Ask for a better look" transition>>Phirae lets out a quiet mewl, looking away. His paws slip away, leaving his sheath exposed to you. The furry sheath looks slightly swelled already, growing until the tip of his cock peeks free. You glance up to see the cat's cheeks reddening even more, biting his lip while desperately trying not to look at you. A few seconds longer, and his barbed member is on full display, throbbing occasionally as you stare. His furred sac sways below, heavy and full of 'cream'. Eventually Phirae seems to have had enough, waving his paws in front of your face while the other tries to hide his shaft. It kinda just looks like he's grabbing it though. <span id="CockInspect"><<link "Help him out">><<replace "#CockInspect">> You smirk and bat Phirae's paws away, replacing it with your own hand wrapping around his shaft. The cat gasps in surprise, but grinds his hips forward into your grip all the same. You can see him trying to stop his moans, biting his lips as you rub over his length, teasing the tip of his cock with two fingers. That seems to be enough to overwhelm him, though he still tries to muffle his voice against your chest. You continue teasing the cat for a while, pawing him off until the barbs flare slightly against your grip, though they're soft and squishy enough against you. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"H-haaah, I-I'm gonna-!"<</Dialogue>> With a loud mewl, the cat's hips jerk forward suddenly and you see him tense up. He pulls himself against you, and you feel his cock throbbing harder, until it pumps out thick ropes of his cum against your belly. Your gut feels a lot wetter and stickier, covered in Phirae's cream, though the cat seems to have an idea for that as he kneels before you. He kisses and laps along your stomach until you're more or less clean. When he's done, you help up the purring feline and scratch beneath his chin affectionately, drawing out even more purrs. \<<silently>> <<set $PhiraeLust to 0>> <<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Leave him be">><<replace "#CockInspect">> You look away at his request, rolling your eyes and turning around to leave the cat in peace for a moment. At least until you hear the muffled moan from behind you. A quick glance confirms your suspicions - the cat's tongue is lolled out of his mouth, and he's pawing off as he sits right behind you. Now that you know what he's doing, you notice the soft schluck of his paw rubbing against his member a lot more clearly, along with the cat's slight panting. Not long later though, the cat lets out another moan, though it sounds strangely muffled. The distinct scent of his cum fills the air, as you turn around to see the cat blushing and purring, with a small dribble of his 'cream' dribbling from his chin. He swallows and wipes it off with the back of his paw, clearing his throat. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Sorry about that, where were we?"<</Dialogue>> \<<silently>> <<set $PhiraeLust to 0>> <<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>></span><</linkreplace>><</LustLocked>> <</convo>><</AffectionLocked>> <<convo "Stare at his butt" look>> You ask Phirae to show you his butt, and he blushes before his brain's even finished processing the thought. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Uhh, sure..."<</Dialogue>> He turns around and bends over slightly, shaking his hips at you. <span id="RumpInspect">You playfully grope his rump and give it a light thwap. Phirae eeps and stands up straight, brushing his fur back down as he turns back towards you. <<AffectionLocked Phirae 2 "Get a much closer look.">><<link "Get a much closer look.">> <<replace "#RumpInspect" transition>>You step in to feel over the cat's rump with both hands, toying with the cheeks and squeezing them together for a moment, before prying them apart for you to stare beneath his tail. His pink pucker winks back at you, flexing slightly from the shift in the cat's weight, in adjusting his stance to present himself to you. You hear a quiet moan from above, but his tail still stays hiked up high, curling in anticipation. You decide he's been teased enough, and bring your head up to his rump, easing your face between the cleft of his cheeks, for his butt to rest right up against your head. His weight bears ever so slightly down on you, enough for his tailhole to grind across your nose, filling it with the scent of his musk. It's earthy, but by no means unpleasant, despite the location. You tilt your head back enough for your lips to meet the cat's rear, planting a wet kiss to his hole. You hear a soft gasp from the cat's pleasure, soon known as a quiet rumbling purr. You can feel them through his rump cheeks pressing on either side of your head. To tease the cat more, you give the area just around his pucker a few more kisses, pressing into the short fur and leaving it glistening with your drool. The cat seems to clean up well, though it's still clearly fresh with his natural musk. You give an experimental lick over the cat's rear, tasting the thick flesh and swallowing it down, but your saliva squelches over his rump when he clenches around the very tip of your tongue. The cat's legs almost seem quivering with need, desperately begging for you to push your tongue into him, but teasing him seems even more fun. You give his ass one final, long kiss and stand back up, wiping your mouth on your arm. Phirae's face is flush as he turns back around, his eyes half-lidded in bliss. He says nothing, but a soft flick of his tail says enough about his own lust, now. \<<silently>> <<lust Phirae random(20,30)>> <<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> <</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>><</AffectionLocked>></span> <</convo>> <<convo "Look at his tail" look>> You ask Phirae about his tail, and he curls it forward for him to cuddle against his chest. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Yup! It's a really fluffy thick tail, which is weird 'cause the rest of me is thin with short fur, right? But it's cute, and warm, and jingles, so it's great."<</Dialogue>> You can't argue the cute point, at least. <</convo>> <<convo "Look at his paws" look>> Phirae lifts one paw up, wiggling his toes at you. He waggles his eyebrows and grins widely. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"You wanna touch it, don't ya?"<</Dialogue>> he teases. <</convo>> [[>Back->Phirae]]

<<CharacterHeader "Scone" "Scone Enright" "Mouse" "She/Her">> <span id="look"> She's fairly small, both short and thin, which really accents her oversized rodent ears. They've got a pair of small dangling earrings, which sparkle in the light as she perks up to look back at you.</span> ---- [[>Back->Scone Store]]

Your Funds: $ $cash <span id="shop">This does nothing right now sorry. Still figuring out how INVENTORY would work. For now, buy a baguette and Scone'll like you as if you swallowed it in front of her. Buy other stuff to make her Lust change</span> <table style="width:90%"> <tr> <td style="width: 50%">''Item'' </td> <td style="width: 25%">Price</td> <td style="width: 25%"></td> </tr> <tr> <td>''Apples'' </td> <td>$ 2</td> <td><<button "Purchase">><<set $SconeLust to 0>><<shop>>Apples<</shop>><</button>></td> </tr> <tr> <td>''Baguette'' </td> <td>$ 1</td> <td><<button "Purchase">><<if $SconeAffection < 2>><<set $SconeAffection to 2>><</if>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Scone">><<shop>>Baguette<</shop>><</button>></td> </tr> <tr> <td>''Packet of Gum'' </td> <td>$ 1</td> <td><<button "Purchase">><<set $SconeLust to 100>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Scone">><<shop>>Packet of gum<</shop>><</button>></td> </tr> <tr> <td>''Bottle of Soda (2L)''</td> <td>$ 3</td> <td><<button "Purchase">><<set $SconeLust to 50>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Scone">><<shop>>2L Bottle of Soda<</shop>><</button>></td> </tr> <tr> <td>''Can of Soda (330mL)''</td> <td>$ 2</td> <td><<button "Purchase">><<set $SconeLust to 25>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Scone">><<shop>>Can of Soda<</shop>><</button>></td> </tr> </table>\ ---- <span style="display:block; text-align:center"><<button "Close" >> <<script>> Dialog.close(); <</script>> <</button>></span>

<<silently>><<if $SconeAffection is 0>><<set $SconeAffection to 1>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Scone" "Scone Enright" "Mouse" "She/Her">> <span id="talk"> Squeak Squeak </span> <<convo "Chat with Scone" talk>> <<include "Scone Chat">> <</convo>> <<convo "Ask Scone about herself" talk>> You ask the mouse about herself. Her eyes open wider and her ears flit back, evidently taking it as some kind of flirting. <<Dialogue Scone>>"Who, me? I'm just Scone. I'm just a mouse, is all. Yes, I know the name is kinda ironic, but lets be honest, half the people in this town are named after food things. Not exactly one for subtlety, I guess. I appreciate the conversation though, it's been a boring shift so far. Not that I'd like it to be much more exciting."<</Dialogue>> <</convo>> <<convo "Ask Scone about vore" talk>> <<if $SconeAffection >=3>> <<if $SconeLust >= 50>> Scone blushy huffs. \<<else>> Scone embarassed admission. \<</if>> <<else>> You smoothly make a joke about her name and what you had for breakfast today. The mouse seems unimpressed, but she does glance at your belly. <<Dialogue Scone>>"I'm sorry, did you want to actually buy something? And no, I know what you're thinking. Don't say it."<</Dialogue>> \<</if>> <<AffectionLocked Scone 2 "Ask Scone what she really thinks about vore">>[[-Ask Scone what she really thinks about vore-->Scone Devour OV 3]]<</AffectionLocked>> <</convo>> <<convo "Flirt with Scone" talk>> <<if $SconeAffection >=2>> <<if $SconeLust >= 50>> Scone rolls her eyes at the line, but she still leans in towards you. <<Dialogue Scone>>"Why don't you say that again, a little closer this time?"<</Dialogue>> She grins, reaching out towards you. [[-Swallow her arm-->Scone Devour OV 2]] \<<else>> "Scone rolls her eyes at the line, but she gives you a soft smile. <<Dialogue Scone>>\"You're going to have to try a lot harder than that to get me inside you again.\"<</Dialogue>> \<</if>> <<else>> She smirks, but rolls her eyes at you. <<Dialogue Scone>>"C'mon, I'm on the clock here."<</Dialogue>> \<</if>> <</convo>> ---- [[>Back->Scone Store]]

<<CharacterHeader "Scone" "Scone Enright" "Mouse" "She/Her">> <<if $SconeAffection < 2>>You lean over to the mouse, smiling sweetly as if you have nothing sinister planned, but even still she leans back and tilts her head at you. She glances down to your mouth before meeting your eyes once more, and swallows as realisation hits. She takes a step back from the counter, pointing to a nearby sign on the wall. <<Dialogue Scone>>"I'm sorry, but it's really against company policy for staff to get eaten. And before you say it, no, it won't make my shift go by quicker if I have to wait it out inside you."<</Dialogue>> She crosses her arms and gives you a flat look. Seems like she's unimpressed by your attempts to devour her too eagerly. ---- [[>Back->Scone Store]] \<<silently>> <<lust Scone -30>> <<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Scone">> <</silently>>\ <<else>> <<include "Scone Devour OV 1">> <</if>>

You lean over to the mouse, smiling sweetly as if you have nothing sinister planned, but even still she leans back and tilts her head at you. She glances down to your mouth before meeting your eyes once more, and swallows as realisation hits. But by then it’s already too late. You’ve got her in your grip, held tight as you lick across her cheek. She shivers and squeaks, pulling away weakly, but she seems conflicted. She’s focused on your open maw, staring at her fate, so you decide to help her out a little. You shove her head first down your throat, swallowing hard as her long muzzle pokes in. Swallowing her down is no easy task with how much she’s squirming, but her struggles simply can’t pull her free, even when her slim paws shove against your tongue. Really, she just gets them wet, and massages it on her way past. Another gulp loses her shoulders to your mouth, resting her slim breasts on your tongue next. She gives another muffled squeak from somewhere within your chest as you lick over them, but if you didn’t know any better you’d say those were closer to moans more than fear. It’s confirmed as you swallow her down to her hips - she definitely tastes of excitement, and moans from inside your filled-out gut. Once you slurp up her legs, she’s curled up tight in your gut, squirming constantly and having small, muffled squeaks sound out from your belly. It bulges more whenever she pushes out, but she settles in soon enough, once your gut squeezes her tight. ---- [[>Continue->Convenience Store]]

You take up her arm and bring it to your lips, earning a slight squeak and a moan. Her other arm joins the first soon enough, both slipping past and over your tongue in a matter of seconds. <<Dialogue Scone>>"At least you treat me like candy..."<</Dialogue>> she huffs, letting her arms glide over your tongue, then right down your throat. She climbs up onto the counter, ducking down and practically diving into your mouth, with her head tucked between her shoulders.You squeeze her tight as she's tugged deeper, her breasts filling out your mouth with soft pops, and squelches as you lick over them. Her hands rub over your insides as they poke into your gut, as her muzzle nudges against your tongue. She starts squirming again, breath quickening at the thought of what you're going to do to her. You don't give her much time though, wolfing her down greedily until only her legs kick free of your mouth. The rest of her is curled up in your stomach, cramped and wriggling against your internals to try and make enough space to be comfortable. But your gut doesn't stop squeezing the mouse, even as her weight makes your belly sag and stretch, filled with far too much food. You lick over ever inch of her you can reach, making her wriggles grow especially frantic as you delve between her thighs. From how soaked they are before you even licked over them, she doesn't mind the treatment one bit. She's right on the edge of peaking as you swallow her hips down, filling your mouth with the taste of her juices as her rump slips down your gullet. Curled up inside you, completely tucked away, the mouse shivers and squeaks. <<Dialogue Scone>>"It's so tight in here..."<</Dialogue>> She moans, but settles down eventually. Well, aside from the slight squirming, and quiet schlicking sounds going on inside you. ---- [[>Continue->Convenience Store]]

Scone blushes, averting her eyes from your gaze while she squeaks out a response. <<Dialogue Scone>>"I-I mean, it just made my shift get a lot more exciting, if you know what I mean. Just...something to pass the time, is all..."<</Dialogue>> She pauses, eyeing the counter. Until she picks up an idle pack of gum, and holds it up in front of you. <<Dialogue Scone>>"Umm...If you wouldn't mind, could you...swallow this too? I'll pay for it! I just...want to watch you swallow..."<</Dialogue>> Her face is red as she admits her interest. <span id="choices"><<link "Swallow it for her">><<replace "#choices" transition>> You move to take the pack of gum but Scone pulls her hand away. <<Dialogue Scone>>"No, I...I want to put it in."<</Dialogue>> She says. You shrug, then slowly open your maw in front of her, leaning on the counter as you show of your tongue, extending it out to her. She leans in slightly, eyes half closed as you huff over her. She half looks like she's about to crawl in herself. That is, until you feel the cool foil on your tongue, sliding back, past your jaws, with the mouse's hand resting on your lips. <<Dialogue Scone>>"It's so warm..."<</Dialogue>> She murmurs, as she keeps sliding it back, almost into your throat. You swallow weakly, making her squeak and suddenly pull her hand back, as your yawning gullet suddenly latches onto the pack of gum, swallowing it down easily. She pauses, half flinching over herself, to stare as it disappears. When you open your mouth again, there's no trace of it whatsoever. <<Dialogue Scone>>"Sorry, that...just scared me."<</Dialogue>> She blushes, taking another packet. <<Dialogue Scone>>"Can I try again?"<</Dialogue>> You grin, curling you tongue in a slight 'come hither' motion, to watch her squirm. Her hand follows the next pack of gum right until you swallow again, but this time she keeps her grip on it, moaning out as her hands presses against the roof of your maw. Her breath staggers again as she keeps pushing back, into your relaxed throat for entire hand to slip down into it. You try not to swallow, but she keeps squirming, until you can't help it. Your gullet latches onto her wrist, squeezing it tight as she moans out, for her entire forearm to be dragged past your lips in that one powerful gulp. <<if $SconeLust >=50>> Scone's other arm suddenly braces against your chest, holding you back from swallowing you any more. Her fingers wriggle in your throat, just on the edge of disappearing into your chest. She doesn't pull out, though, gently massaging the inside of your gullet as you swallow over her again and again. She leans in, after a while, until her nose rests on your lips, to stare into your open maw, and her arm lost inside. <<Dialogue Scone>>"I'm really inside you..."<</Dialogue>> She whispers, <<Dialogue Scone>>"Just like those things you swallowed..."<</Dialogue>> You push your tongue over her nose to tease her, making her sputter from your saliva. But her head lowers back down immediately after, and she leans in again. <<Dialogue Scone>>"...Swallow me."<</Dialogue>> She squeaks, her face resting against your jaws. You smile, gripping her sides to tug her against you. Her face slips in easily now, already coated in your saliva, the rest of it dribbling over her shoulders and chest. Those too are packed away easily with another gulp, as you feel her extended arm starting to push into your stomach. She seems to notice too, moaning as her muzzle rests on the back of your tongue. You wait a moment there, to tease her and give her a moment to reconsider, but her soft squirms seem only to be in one direction - further in. You bring your head down over her head and shoulders with a strong gulp, engulfing her in tight heat, and stretching out your neck a lot more than a pack of gum does. She yelps and kicks in the air as you hold her up, helpless now to your hunger. You treat her like every other thing you've swallowed in front of her, sliding her down with gravity and slick drool to guide her along, as more and more of her pushes into your stomach. Soon enough, you can feel her curling up for space, and still stretching you out as you pack her away. Her other paw used to be dangling by her side, but now that she's surrounded by your stomach walls, it's firmly placed between her legs, getting herself off as her hips pop into your maw. She grinds her hips against your tongue while she fingers herself, squeaking and moaning audibly from within your gut. Just before you're about to swallow them down though, she finally climaxes, tightening up and going still as her femcum spatters over the inside of your mouth. You revel in the taste, giving her nethers plenty more licks before swallowing it all down, for her juices to dribble back over her as they slip down your throat. She's still toying with herself when you start swallowing her legs, gripping them with your hands and resting your palm on the bottom of her paws to gently push her down. A few more swallows, and a slurp of her tail, and Scone rests completely within your stomach. She still squirms and squeaks, almost like she doesn't quite believe what she's just done. <<Dialogue Scone>>"You...you really ate me."<</Dialogue>> She moans. At least she's enjoying herself in there. You pat over your distended belly and give it a few massages, before cleaning your errant drool. ---- [[>Continue->Convenience Store]] <<else>> You're surprised you don't find Scone's other arm braced against your shoulder, until you realise it's far too busy between her legs to stop you. You meet eachother's gaze, but Scone can't blush much more than she already is. <<Dialogue Scone>>"It..Your throat feels too good..."<</Dialogue>> She offers, with a slight grin. She doesn't pull her arm free either, letting it hang half inside you. In fact, she ducks her head lower, nosing between your lips and resting it on your tongue. Her eyes shut as she starts rubbing over your insides, small circular motions that you can't help but think are mirrors of what her other hand is doing. You oblige her fantasies with weak gulps, tugging her deeper little by little, until her whole face is framed by your maw. It's then that she shudders and squeaks into you, suddenly tensing up as the air fills with a familiar scent. She pants hard, going limp, before she slowly starts pulling herself free of your grip. She seems even more bashful and apologetic, now that she's soaking in her own juices. <<Dialogue Scone>>"...Thank you"<</Dialogue>> is all she manages before dipping through the 'employee only' doors, reappearing a moment later, looking no worse for wear aside from some slightly dishevelled fur, and her blush. ---- [[>Continue->Scone Store]] <</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't indulge her">><<replace "#choices" transition>> You apologise to Scone and Shake your head. You're not goint to do something so unprofessional right now. She huffs, and practically dives over the counter, kneeling on it as she grabs you. <<Dialogue Scone>>"Then eat me."<</Dialogue>> She whispers, panting softly. <<Dialogue Scone>>"Please."<</Dialogue>> She squeaks, looking like she's about to throw herself down your throat. This close to her, there's no mistaking her lustful need, while she's staring at your mouth. <span id="choices2"><<link "Eat her">><<replace "#choices2" transition>> You grin and give a soft nod, pulling her closer to you. You open your mouth to the sound of more soft squeaks, from the mouse staring in past your lips. A moment later, her nose rests on your tongue, letting you taste over her once more. She shivers, while your drool soaks into her fur, but still her pointed snout slides along, until it presses against the back of your throat. You swallow reflexively, tugging it down into the slimy wet hold, and pulling closer against you. She wraps her arms around your neck to give out a soft whine, nosing against your flesh as her head disappears past your jaws. The rest of her follows suit with soft kicks and squirms, all the while you squeeze her, running your hands along her sides to tease her on the way down. By the time only her legs and tail kick free of you, it’s pretty clear just how much she’s enjoying her predicament. You make sure to give special attention to her netherlips, then, making her squirm as you taste her ecstasy. Muffled squeaks push out against your stomach as she fills it out, stretching it more and more as you start swallowing her legs. All until she’s packed away in your belly, tail hanging out of your maw like a noodle, and slurped up exactly like one. ---- [[>Continue->Convenience Store]] <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't eat her">><<replace "#choices2" transition>> You reaffirm your stance to Scone and gently push her back. Maybe later, but not right now. She closes her eyes and sighs, nodding softly. <<Dialogue Scone>>"Y-yeah, sorry. I just got...a little carried away, is all. Next time, though?"<</Dialogue>> She smiles weakly, before taking a second to compose herself. ---- [[>Continue->Scone Store]] <</replace>><</link>></span><</replace>><</link>></span>

You search through the book shelves, not quite looking where you’re going, and bump into someone! With a clatter of dropped books, they let out a squeak and fall back, just as you stumble and land on your butt as well. You’re quick to apologise, even before you’ve recovered from the disorientating fall. You pick up one of the fallen books and offer it to them with another apology, finally getting a proper look at them. <<Dialogue Lowen>>“Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going either!”<</Dialogue>> The fluffy mothbat responds, collecting up several other fallen books. Dense dark-coloured fluff coats his slim body, soft orange eyes staring at you over small square glasses. Feathery antennae swishing about like ears, while his wings flutter to get back into position after his tumble. You apologise one more time for good measure, simply because they’re so cute. <<Dialogue Lowen>>“Tell you what, I’ll help you find a neat book, to make up for it.”<</Dialogue>> He smiles, putting down his stack of books and gesturing along the bookcases. <<Dialogue Lowen>>“Follow me, it’ll be one you can really sink your teeth into!”<</Dialogue>> <span id="Lowen"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Follow the moth">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#Lowen" transition>> You shrug and head off after the cute mothbat, your curiosity winning out. Judging from all his books, he must be familiar with the library. Any recommendations he has are bound to be worth checking out. As you follow, only noticing it’s gotten a little darker when the mothbat points out the broken light to you. Spooky. <<Dialogue Lowen>>“I’m Lowen, by the way”<</Dialogue>> He introduces himself with a little flourish, that ends with a sudden interruption. Grrrrrgle… <<Dialogue Lowen>>“...And I’m hungry, too.”<</Dialogue>> He licks his lips, grinning wide and advancing towards you! You only have a seconds time to react! <span id="Lowen2"></span> \<span id="choices2"><<link "Run for it">> <<replace "#choices2" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#Lowen2" transition>> You turn and book it away, but not a moment later you hear a flutter and a feel a rush of air. Glancing behind you turns out to be a mistake, when Lowen crashes into you! You’re knocked down to the ground by the mothbat, dizzied by the impact. <<Dialogue Lowen>>“Hey now, lunch doesn’t go that way...You’re going right into my stomach, instead!”<</Dialogue>> he latches onto you and pulls your head towards him. ---- [[>Continue->Lowen Stomach]] <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Try to Bargain with Lowen">> <<replace "#choices2" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#Lowen2" transition>> You step back and bump into the bookshelf, blocking your own escape. You try to bargain with Lowen, but he’s having none of it. <<Dialogue Lowen>>“You’ll be in a much better position to argue from within my gut!”<</Dialogue>> He cries, when his arms grab onto yours, pulling you off balance and stumbling one more time, this time right into his open maw… ---- [[>Continue->Lowen Stomach]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Eagerly submit to him">> <<replace "#choices2" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#Lowen2" transition>> Good thing for the bat, you’re just the solution to his hunger problem. He’s taken aback for a moment, stopping in his tracks. <<Dialogue Lowen>>“Oh? Make sure to squirm in my belly anyway, snack!” Lowen pulls you close, his chest fluff rubbing against you when he licks along your face. “Delicious…”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Lowen Stomach Submit]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span> \<</replace>><</link>> <<cw>>(Oral vore)<</cw>> <<link "No">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#Lowen" transition>> You politely decline, waving off the moth and wishing him well. He frowns, but lets you head off without further comment. It’s a shame to disappoint such a cute guy, but you’ve got other things to attend to. Maybe you’ll find him again sometime, anyway. ---- [[>Back->Library]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<CharacterHeader "Willow" "Willow Colridge" "Red Panda" "He/They">> You reach over and tap the red panda’s shoulder, earning a slight gasp of surprise before he turns to face you. <<Dialogue Willow>>“Sorry, was just in the zone there.”<</Dialogue>> He grins, but it falters as he curls his tail around you. <<Dialogue Willow>>"Oh, did you need this book? Sorry, I'll be done in a little bit, I just need to make a few notes on this one chapter..."<</Dialogue>> You quickly slide into the seat next to Willow and lean against his arm. He grunts softly, but doesn’t seem to complain. In fact, his tail curls around to rest back against you. Though after a while Willow gulps and nudges you off, claiming his arm was going numb. ---- [[>Nevermind->Library Tables]] <<silently>><<set $WillowMet to true>><</silently>>

/*If you're reading this code, here's you go*/\ /*Sorry for the bad coding if you are reading this, oops*/\ <<set $CheatList to ["LUSTDRAFT","COLDSHOWER","LOVEPOTION","KISMESIS","AMNESIA"]>>\ Insert code here (case sensitive): <tr> <td style="width: 75%"><<textbox "_cheat" "">></td> <td style="width: 25%"><<button "Enter">> <<if _cheat is "LUSTDRAFT">> <<set $PhiraeLust to 100>> <<set $EttoLust to 100>> <<set $RylideLust to 100>> <<set $RifLust to 100>> <<set $SconeLust to 100>> <<set $MuffinLust to 100>> <<set $BishopLust to 100>> <<set $ThistleLust to 100>> <<set $BrambleLust to 100>> <<set $WillowLust to 100>> <<set $MochaLust to 100>> <<set $CreamLust to 100>> <</if>> <<if _cheat is "COLDSHOWER">> <<set $PhiraeLust to 0>> <<set $EttoLust to 0>> <<set $RylideLust to 0>> <<set $RifLust to 0>> <<set $SconeLust to 0>> <<set $MuffinLust to 0>> <<set $BishopLust to 0>> <<set $ThistleLust to 0>> <<set $BrambleLust to 0>> <<set $WillowLust to 0>> <<set $MochaLust to 0>> <<set $CreamLust to 0>> <</if>> <<if _cheat is "LOVEPOTION">> <<set $PhiraeAffection to 5>> <<set $EttoAffection to 5>> <<set $RylideAffection to 5>> <<set $RifAffection to 5>> <<set $SconeAffection to 5>> <<set $MuffinAffection to 5>> <<set $BishopAffection to 5>> <<set $ThistleAffection to 5>> <<set $BrambleAffection to 5>> <<set $WillowAffection to 5>> <<set $MochaAffection to 5>> <<set $CreamAffection to 5>> <</if>> <<if _cheat is "KISMESIS">> <<set $PhiraeAffection to -5>> <<set $EttoAffection to -5>> <<set $RylideAffection to -5>> <<set $RifAffection to -5>> <<set $SconeAffection to -5>> <<set $MuffinAffection to -5>> <<set $BishopAffection to -5>> <<set $ThistleAffection to -5>> <<set $BrambleAffection to -5>> <<set $WillowAffection to -5>> <<set $MochaAffection to -5>> <<set $CreamAffection to -5>> <</if>> <<if _cheat is "AMNESIA">> <<set $PhiraeAffection to 0>> <<set $EttoAffection to 0>> <<set $RylideAffection to 0>> <<set $RifAffection to 0>> <<set $SconeAffection to 0>> <<set $MuffinAffection to 0>> <<set $BishopAffection to 0>> <<set $ThistleAffection to 0>> <<set $BrambleAffection to 0>> <<set $WillowAffection to 0>> <<set $MochaAffection to 0>> <<set $CreamAffection to 0>> <</if>> <<replace "#cheat">><<type 20ms start 0s>><<if _cheat is "" or not $CheatList.includes(_cheat)>>Cheat not recognised<<else>>Cheat applied<</if>><</type>><</replace>> <</button>></td> </tr> <span id="cheat"></span> ---- <span style="display:block; text-align:center"><<button "Close">> <<script>> Dialog.close(); <</script>><</button>></span>

<<if $health == 0>> When Phirae kneads in, the stomach grows tighter. It doesn't help all the churns keep clenching in too. You're constantly smushed into the cat's slimy stomach juices. You try to squirm and shove, but another tight squeeze closes up the space within Phirae's belly. <<elseif $health < 40>> Inside Phi it's getting warmer. The fluids rise up slowly, but there's definitely more of a pool of chyme now. If you spend much longer in here, you might not be able to get back out... <<elseif $health < 80>> The cat's tummy burbles and growls. Slick fluids drip from the walls, coating you with tingly, sour goop... <<else>> \<</if>>

<<if $health == 0>> Phirae purrs in bliss while his bowels drag you along the curve of his colon. With a powerful clench, you can no longer tell which way is up or down, or when the pressure relents. Because it doesn't. He squeezes tight, rippling waves kneading over you like the most thorough massage possible. You feel so mushy, you'd moan out if there was any space to open your mouth. Instead you let out a quiet whine, that's engulfed by the wet, gooey squelch of his bowels rippling again. <<elseif $health < 40>> Phirae clenches, so tight. The walls compress over you from head to toe, leaving no space between you and his bowel walls. You can even feel his heartbeat between every greedy peristaltic wave. If you keep this up, he might not let you back out... <<elseif $health < 80>> The walls squeeze in rhythmically as Phirae clenches. He's enjoying your squirms in there... <<else>> \<</if>>

<<if $health == 0>> It's too hard to think, all your senses are overwhelmed with musk. You feel like you're breathing cum more than air. Meanwhile Phirae's in bliss, basking in lustful, hedonistic satiation. You can hear him stroking himself up there. He's close to his peak, but it's not enough to let you out before you sink beneath the waves of his sloshing cream... <<elseif $health < 40>> You feel yourself dripping with Phirae's cream. It's so hot and slimy in here. You pant and fight to stay above the tide of sloshing cream, but it's hard to tell what's going on. You're finding it harder and harder to push through the tide of cum, you'd better get out soon if you ever want to be able to... <<elseif $health < 80>> Phirae massages on his stuffed nuts, smearing the cum-coated walls over you. You try to push away, but that just ends up with you covered in even more of the thick goo... <<else>> \<</if>>

Phirae's tummy goes glorp, you get added to hips u/////u <h1>Game Over</h1> ---- <<link ">Continue?" "VOID">><</link>>

Phirae's hips are SO fat with you added to his cheeks. He bounces and squeezes them, 'cause they are so plush. <h1>Game Over</h1> ---- <<link ">Continue?" "VOID">><</link>>

Phirae's nuts go slosh, you get churned into kitty cream. He shivers and cums over himself, and purrs a lot, basking in the afterglow. <h1>Game Over</h1> ---- <<link ">Continue?" "VOID">><</link>>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Forestomach">><<set $first to true>><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> Curled up in Rylide's upper stomach, you've not got as much room as you'd like. As portly as her belly is, it seems like it's mostly padding, with how hard it is to strain against the rippling walls all around you. It's also rather empty in here, aside from slick internal juices, and residual saliva still over you. Below you another sphincter leads down to her lower body, through another 'gullet', to be swallowed again, into her other stomach. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Cozy in there? You make a cute belly bulge”<</Dialogue>> The rabbit’s muffled voice vibrates your surroundings, a little extra movement amidst the constant churns of her belly. It’s soothing. You could relax in here for hours… Well, it’ll probably force you along if you stay in here too long, actually. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Stomach Down Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the belly walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Stomach Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Stomach Down Events" "Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm around">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Stomach Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Stomach Down Events" "Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Wriggle your way to her lower stomach->Rylide Stomach Down to Taur Stomach]] [[>Squirm back up her throat->Rylide Stomach Down Out]] </span>

<<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> You reach over and pet Rylide's back, earning a delighted churr and some pets to your own head from above. \<<lust Rylide -15>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> ---- [[>Back->Rylide]]

<<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> Flirty big bunny throwing her weight around and squishing you against her. :B ---- [[-Cuddle with Rylide-->Rylide Sex 1]] [[-Rest beneath her boobs-->Rylide Sex 2]] [[-Nuzzle up to her sheath-->Rylide Sex 3]] [[-Worship her nuts-->Rylide Sex 4]] [[-Ask her to sit on your face-->Rylide Sex 5]] <<cw>>Unbirth<</cw>> [[-Ask her to smother you with her ass-->Rylide Sex 7]] <<cw>>Anal vore<</cw>> [[-Play with her paws->Rylide Sex 7]] [[-Tell Rylide you want to eat her-->Rylide Talk Devour]] [[-Ask Rylide to eat you-->Rylide Talk OV]] [[-Ask Rylide to stuff you up her butt-->Rylide Talk AV]] [[-Ask Rylide if you can ride in her nuts-->Rylide Talk CV]] [[-Ask Rylide to use you as a dildo-->Rylide Talk UB]] [[-Let her choose-->Rylide Submit]] <<cw>>Oral vore/Anal vore/Unbirth/Cuddles/Paws<</cw>> [[>Back->Rylide]]

<<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> <<set _devour to random (1,3)>> \<<switch _devour>> \<<case 1>> Rylide giggles when you nibble on her. You don’t get much further than the tip of her muzzle. She wriggles her nose about in your mouth anyway, and kisses on your tongue. Before you manage to swallow her down any further, she pulls you off, wiping off your drool on her arm. \<<case 2>> You latch onto one of Rylide’s arms, swallowing down her first ravenously. She yelps, eyes wide as you work your way over her forearm, stuffing her elbow deep down your throat. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Woah woah, this bunny’s off limits! I’m not going to fit!”<</Dialogue>> She cries out, wriggling her arm about in your stomach. Before you can prove her wrong, she’s tugging on your legs with her paws, eventually wrenching her arm out of your gullet. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Blech, gross…”<</Dialogue>> She mumbles. \<<case 3>> You bring up the idea of eating the taur, and get giggled at for even offering the idea. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Sorry cutie, I don’t swing that way. Besides, it’s not like I’ll even fit inside you. Not without upsetting your stomach, at any rate. You’re better off looking for a smaller preything."<</Dialogue>> <</switch>> ---- [[-Try to eat her again anyway-->Rylide Devour OV]] <<cw>>Oral vore (You're the prey)<</cw>> [[>Back->Rylide]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 2>><<set $RylideAffection to 2>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> \<<if $RylideLust >= 50>><<set _hug to random(1,3)>><<else>><<set _hug to random(1,2)>><</if>> \<<switch _hug>> \<<case 1>> Rylide scoops you up for a hug, cradling you against her chest. You head slots in rather neatly between her breasts, pressed into her warm caramel fur, with the beating of her heart bouncing on the edge of your perception, beneath her pleasant murmurs. She keeps you close for a long while, holding you aloft in her arms, supported by her forepaws on your hips and her arms around your back, held safely within her embrace. Rylide kisses the top of your head, nuzzling over it a few times, before finally letting you go. You can tell she wants more snuggles, though. \<<lust Rylide -5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> ---- [[>Back->Rylide]] \<<case 2>> You cuddle against Rylide’s front for a little bit, but you end up shoved onto her feral belly when the rabbit taur rolls over. You cling tight, but she’s got you snug in her forepaws anyway. You sink into the plush fur, pressed in by the weight of her paws, utterly surrounded by softness. The wet noises of her gut rumble on the other side of her fluff and paunch, louder when your head is unceremoniously smushed in deeper. You sink in deep, lost in a world of creamy fur and soft gurgles. At least, until she lets you go. \<<lust Rylide -5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> ---- [[>Back->Rylide]] \<<case 3>> <<include "Rylide Hug OV">> <</switch>>

\<<set _flirt to random (1,6)>> \<<switch _flirt>> \<<case 1>> Rylide blushes softly, fumbling with her hands and paws from your flattery. She eventually settles with grabbing you for a quick hug. \<<case 2>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You’re pretty cute too.”<</Dialogue>> She says, gently kissing your cheek. \<<case 3>> You gasp, in awe of just how pretty and incredible the massive taur is. Rylide snickers goodnaturedly, but she soon hides her face behind her ears. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Gosh, you’re adorable.”<</Dialogue>> \<<case 4>> You try a few of your best pick-up lines. The rabbit rolls her eyes, cocking her head to one side. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Do you say that to every girl big enough to eat you?”<</Dialogue>> \<<case 5>> The rabbit seems startled, eyes widening before a large blush plays on her cheeks. She shoves you back rather heavily with her paw, turning away to hide her embarrassment until she realises she shoved you too hard. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“O-oh no! Are you okay?”<</Dialogue>> She pets your head gently until she’s sure you’re okay. \<<case 6>> You flirt incessantly with the rabbit, until she silences you with a sudden kiss. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Keep that up cutie, and you’re gonna speaking those sweet words to places where I won’t hear them…”<</Dialogue>> <</switch>>

"Hey,a girl doesn't kiss and tell!"She giggles, but she shrugs off the question. "I know a lot of people, and a lot of them have gotten rather intimate in being carried around in me." You try to probe further, asking about people you know around, but all she'll add is that she likes cats with how flexible they are, and she's good friends with Rif, and not just because he's especially small. "Oh, and if Bramble seems shy around you, tell him I think you're alright. He'll warm up to you then."

You poke against the rabbit taur’s stomach, hoping it’s a clear enough signal that you want out. It takes a few tries to actually get her attention, but eventually the entirety of Rylide’s stomach shifts, shoving you upwards in one powerful contraction. You’re pushed up, along the rabbit’s gullet, right through her forestomach, up her esophagus, until your hands rest on the back of her tongue. You hardly even noticed you’d passed through her first stomach if it hadn’t been for the extra squelch of stomach juices on the way past, before you were squeezed tighter again. Before you know it, you can see light out from the rabbit’s jaws rushing up to greet you. You hardly even have to fight against her body, with practised ease Rylide gets you up and out past her jaws, easing you out of her bit by bit, guiding you along once you start dangling in the open air. The sudden transition from warmth to cold is harsh, but her cuddles afterwards help a little bit. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Have a good time in there?”<</Dialogue>> She asks you, affectionately clutching you against her upper belly for a little while longer before finally letting you go. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Give me a shout if you want another ride!”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Taur Belly">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> Rylide's lower belly almost feels like a hammock supporting you. It's certainly as long as one, and sways all too easily with your movements. Though there's no chance of you somehow falling out, with flesh totally encompassing you, squeezing whenever you poke at certain spots inside her. You can hear her muffled above, almost seeming so far away, through all the layers of fat and flesh. You’re surprised at just how big the taur’s main stomach is, with more than enough space to carry you and plenty more food. You’re not sure if you’re even an identifiable bulge, or if you’re completely hidden by the rabbit’s plentiful paunch and fluff. Either way, you’ve got more than enough time to relax and contemplate the fact that you’re right in the centre of the soft bunny taur - and it’s going to take a while to get out of here, whichever end that ends up being. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Taur Stomach Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the belly walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Taur Stomach Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Taur Stomach Events" "Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm around">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Taur Stomach Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Taur Stomach Events" "Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Squeeze back up to her forestomach->Rylide Taur Stomach Down to Stomach]] [[>Slip deeper into the taur's bowels->Rylide Taur Stomach Down to Guts]] [[>Wriggle up and out->Rylide Stomach Up Out]] </span>

\<<set _events to random (1,11)>> \<<switch _events>> \<<case 1>> You notice a soft nudging poking into the taur’s lower stomach - she’s waiting somewhere, and checking in on you with her forepaws to make sure you’re okay in there. You give a helpful wiggle to let her know you’re all okay. It takes a little effort to coordinate, but eventually she manages to pat your head - or rather, smush your head into her stomach lining again and again. It still feels nice. \<<case 2>> The rabbit’s belly rumbles loudly all of sudden, jostling before a round of churns slosh you about with her stomach juices. As if that wasn’t enough, a moment later it tightens up again, reverberating with a sudden rush of air forced out of her stomach. You’re surprised when you don’t hear anything else, aside from a continued burbling from somewhere above you. Then Rylide strains for a bit, forcing out the trapped belch from her forestomach, in a loud burp you’d hardly expect to hear from the soft bunny taur. Not something she’d let out in public at least, and she has the grace to sheepishly apologise to you afterwards. \<<case 2>> You can feel the taur getting cozy, relaxing and laying down, when you suddenly feel a little more cramped in there. Her weight squishes into herself, hard floor meaning you’re no longer swaying. You’re still constantly nudged about by her churning gut, but the rocking is much slower, more relaxing. … … Wait, did Rylide fall asleep? \<<case 4>> You try to brace against the taur’s belly walls when they start to shake, squish, and glorp. You yell out, confused and slightly worried what it could be that’s causing the sudden movement. It becomes clear what it is a moment later. You’re not sure if you liked it more when you didn’t know what it was, now that you realise what the constant bulging imprint squelching into the rabbit’s lower stomach is. The clear shape of her dick humping into her own belly greets you again and again, getting rather close to bumping into your head, no matter how much you try to shove against her stomach. It gets very hot in there, brought on by the bunny’s active libido, building to a crescendo as quickly as it started, with squeaks and moans, and lewd splattering of fluid drumming against her gut. \<<case 5>> Rylide’s stomach squashes in with a sudden kiss to your face. A wet, tight, warm kiss all over your face all at once. \<<case 6>> You hear a faint purring from outside, before kneading paws squish into the taur’s gut. You rub back against them from the other side, earning an extra pressure cuddling on top of you. Louder, more comfortable purrs come from outside of Rylide’s gut, now. \<<case 7>> Rylide must be listening to music or something, because her swaying gut starts swinging from to side a lot more for a few minutes. It’s a shame you can’t see her dancing, you bet it’s cute. \<<case 8>> You hear a lot more gurgling from above. Something must be going on in the taur’s forestomach. Another passenger? A meal? It quietens down again before you can investigate further. \<<case 9>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Oops...”<</Dialogue>> isn’t exactly the most relaxing words to hear when you’re deep in someone’s digestive system. Rylide’s quick to realise and apologise afterwards. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Sorry, I just...dropped something. Hold on a sec.”<</Dialogue>> Her stomach walls contract, roughly glorping about before a splash drops something in from above. You fish out the mysterious object from her stomach juices, and find her phone opened to her camera app. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Uhhh...yeah you can just...send that along, please. I’ll...pick it up later.”<</Dialogue>> The taur coughs. She can’t see the look you’re giving her. It’s probably better this way. You oblige her anyway, slipping towards her back half and gently feeding the phone into her intestines. It’s only when it’s just slipping out of view that you realise it’s been recording this whole time... \<</switch>>

The far end of the taur’s stomach burbles noisily, deep rumbles and groans echoing through the deepest part of her digestive system. It’s a little scary to think how long they must go on for. Her stomach’s already big enough, but there’s so much beyond, waiting for food to be pushed through. You rest a hand against the slimy walls nearby, gently rubbing the rabbit taur’s powerful gut. To shove yourself through this sphincter is to surrender yourself completely to her gut, at her whim until it’s finished with you. You push a hand through slowly, engulfing your wrist in the tight ring of flesh when it finally gives way. Rylide’s quiet moan echoes through her body, marking a shift in her movement. A second later, and her stomach churns, twisting about to help guide you into her intestines. You don’t get your first look of what’s beyond her stomach until your arms are already shoving against the first corner. It’s a tight, wrinkled tunnel, almost velveteen in texture, and very, very much alive. Not one inch of it stays still, the entire tunnel working to pull you into her gut. At the very least, it’s bigger than you thought it would be, but it’s still tight enough to cling to your body, kneading over your upper half as it feeds you in. Squirming against the walls only helps a little: her innards are so soft, you just sink in deeper, and make her moan out softly at the strange sensation. So instead you’re forced to wait for her body to do all the work. Soon enough, the sphincter closes up behind your feet, sealing you entirely within her intestines. There’s no turning back now, you’re in it for the long haul. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Guts Down]]

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Bowels">><<set _depth to 0>><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> You’re in the deepest part of the taur now, most sealed away from the outside world by sheer virtue of having no way to escape until her intestines are through with you. Trying to squirm backwards is a losing battle against the constant peristalsis guiding you along. And crawling forwards only helps you so much, your progress hard to measure when it’s all just constant undulating walls. It’s different musk and slime here, too, marking the shift from her stomach to her bowels, and the long journey you’ve got ahead of you. Rylide’s intestines never stop moving, but it’s a slow process. They shift with slow but forceful contractions, working tirelessly over all the bunny taur’s meals - and passengers. They’re slick with a strange mix of slimes and musk, smears of stomach juices mixing into a wet goop that squelches as you’re pushed along. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Guts Down Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Give the taur some internal rubs">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Guts Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Guts Down Events" " Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm within the winding tunnels">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Guts Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Guts Down Events" " Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Slink through her intestines to reach her colon->Rylide Guts Down to Rectum]] [[>Squirm against the flow to get back to her stomach->Rylide Guts Down to Taur Stomach]] </span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Intestines">><<set _depth to 0>><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> You’re not sure when you actually got deep enough into the bunny taur’s colon to notice the shift, aside from losing your exit somewhere behind you. Her bowels still squeeze over you, trying to push you back down with plenty of pressure to shove you back. The taur very much prefers you cozied up in her butt, but the deeper you go, the more you make her hips squirm, fighting with herself in the enjoyment of losing you up there. This deep in Rylide's body, you can hardly hear anything of the outside world. In fact, the only thing you can really here is the constant squelch of flesh kneading over your body, dragging you along bit by bit. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Guts Up Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Give the taur some internal rubs">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Guts Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Guts Up Events" " Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm within the winding tunnels">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Guts Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Guts Up Events" " Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Keep climbing through her bowels to reach her stomach->Rylide Guts Up to Taur Stomach]] [[>Let peristalsis squeeze you back down through her bowels->Rylide Guts Up to Rectum]] </span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Colon">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> After the tightness of her intestines, the space in Rylide’s rectum is a welcome reprieve. You’re compacted into the tight, musky space, but at least you can maneuver around without the constant massage of guts squeezing you from all sides. Now it’s only when the bunny tries to tease you, which admittedly is fairly often. For all the musk and slime, it’s a pleasant place to rest, but sometimes you can’t help but feel a little like she’s toying with you. Most of the time you get to relax in there, but she’s constantly reminding you that the exit is just there, right in front of you. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Rectum Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the slick, musky walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Rectum Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Rectum Events" " Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm as much as you can manage">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Rectum Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Rectum Events" " Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Squirm back up through the taur's guts->Rylide Rectum Down to Guts]] [[>Squeeze out of Rylide's butt->Rylide Rectum Down Out]] </span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Balls">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <div class="centred">Rylide's Lust: <<Lustbar Rylide>></div> <span id="desc"> Your surroundings sway while Rylide gets to her feet, which sloshes the contents of her sac. Including you. Thick cum clings to every part of you, coating you from head to toe in bunny musk. The stuff drips off you into the main pool of seed whenever you get too covered in it, which is very, very often. You can feel Rylide’s purrs from in here, with the shifting and squeezing of her balls, in the throes of her lust. Her sac walls contract every so often, whenever the taur feels you move, or an lustful thought reaches her loins. A tiny opening near the top of her balls marks the way you went in - and the only way you’ll leave. The best way out would be to ride her climax alongside her...and hope it actually lets you out. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Balls Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub inside Rylide's balls">> <<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Balls Rub">> <</replace>> <<lust Rylide random(10,20)>><<LustRefresh "Rylide">> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Balls Events" " Digested">> <<if $RylideLust == 100>> <<replace "#exits" transition>>[[>Make her cum->Rylide Balls Climax Out]]<</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "Squirm within her nuts">> <<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Balls Squirm">> <</replace>> <<lust Rylide random(10,20)>><<LustRefresh "Rylide">> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Balls Events" " Digested">> <<if $RylideLust == 100>> <<replace "#exits" transition>>[[>Make her cum->Rylide Balls Climax Out]]<</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> ---- <span id="exits">[[>Squeeze back up and out->Rylide Balls Out]]</span> </span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Womb">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> The taur’s womb is incredibly warm, but not unbearably so. You’re surprised how much you’re already relaxed, even after the tight passage you were forced through to get in here. Her walls are slick, rich with her scent, and soft enough that you can lose your whole body just sinking into them. She pets affectionately over you the whole time, cooing gently now that she’s carrying you safely inside her. Aside from the taur’s cervix by your feet, you’re surrounded by layers of delicate soft pink. You can make Rylide’s belly bulge if you push hard enough against the walls. Otherwise, they’re just a world of squishy, slick pillows, cradling you. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Womb Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Womb Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Womb Events" " Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Womb Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Womb Events" " Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Squeeze down towards the exit->Rylide Womb Out]] </span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Butt">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> It’s surprisingly roomy inside Rylide, despite the fact that you’re trapped in her butt. There’s enough space for you to wriggle about...and not much else. But her slick, musky walls stretch easily whenever you push into them - as long as you don’t do it too much, and encourage the taur to clench in on you. Then you end up with no space at all, engulfed in a world of musk and tight flesh. When she relaxes, you occasionally start slipping deeper into her, away from her tailhole. Just when you’re sure you’re about to be lost in her bowels, she clenches in again, feeding you back until you’re lightly pressed against the inside of her pucker, reminding you of where you are inside the taur. Her innards are rather slick, but it’s a pleasant musk, sweet as everything else about the taur. It’s intoxicatingly so, even. It surrounds you in her reassuring warmth, guiding your relaxation to sink deep into her flesh. The walls undulate slowly when she’s not clenching around you. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Rectum Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the slick, musky walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Rectum Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Rectum Events" " Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm as much as you can manage">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Rectum Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Rectum Events" " Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Crawl deeper into the taur's bowels->Rylide Rectum Up to Guts]] [[>Squirm out of Rylide's butt->Rylide Rectum Up Out]] </span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Balls">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <div class="centred">Rylide's Lust: <<Lustbar Rylide>></div> <span id="desc"> Tucked in Rylide’s sheath, you’re trapped in the source of all her heady musk. Snug against her shaft, you’re stuck in a place that barely gives you room to move. Not without the taur moaning out, or a sudden throb of her flesh pushing against you. Heat radiates from everywhere around you, but it can’t compare to the strong heat coming from her member. It still shifts needily, always threatening to leave you stuck in there if she gets too excited. Or to swallow you up while you’re still inside, if you pushed into the opening that oozes precum into the musky pocket There isn’t much light that can get in through the small slit at the top of her sheath. You can’t see much that isn’t rabbit cock, anyway. Her sheath is tucked neatly between her hind legs, but anyone ducking down would see your form bulging it out, barely fitting in there alongside her shaft. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Sheath Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the musky interior">> <<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Sheath Rub">> <</replace>> <<lust Rylide random(10,20)>><<LustRefresh "Rylide">> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Sheath Events" " Digested">> <<if $RylideLust < 40>> <<set _random to random(1,4)>> <<switch _random>> <<case 1>> <<replace "#event" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#options" transition>><<include "Rylide Sheath to Sheath Erect">><</replace>> <</switch>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "Squirm what little you can">> <<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Sheath Squirm">> <</replace>> <<lust Rylide random(10,20)>><<LustRefresh "Rylide">> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Sheath Events" " Digested">> <<if $RylideLust < 40>> <<set _random to random(1,4)>> <<switch _random>> <<case 1>> <<replace "#event" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#options" transition>><<include "Rylide Sheath to Sheath Erect">><</replace>><</if>> <</switch>> <</if>> <</link>> ---- <span id="exits">[[>Squeeze your way into Rylide's dick->Rylide Sheath Down to Balls]] [[>Squeeze back up and out->Rylide Sheath Out]]</span> </span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Navel">><</silently>>\ Even in your wildest dreams you didn’t think that a belly could be as soft as this. Even though it’s cramped tight around you, barely giving you space to wiggle, let along shove, it’s like you’re floating within a solid mass of fluff. Which, to be fair, isn’t too far from the truth, now that you’ve been reduced to a barely noticeable bulge amidst Rylide’s impressive bulk. Easily mistaken for a passenger stuck in her gut, if someone noticed the extra wriggling coming from her lower half. Perhaps it’s for the best you can’t move too much, though - Everytime you manage to rub against the deepest parts of Rylide’s belly button, you can hear her moaning. Loudly. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Nnhhhrrrfff...Not that many folks like to be shoved there…”<</Dialogue>> She drums on her middle, making powerful vibrations that shake you to your core. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I’ll let you out in a bit...Just let me catch my breath.”<</Dialogue>> <<linkreplace "Wait patiently" transition>> The next few minutes pass slowly, with little to keep you company but the slow gurgling of her lower stomach just on the other side of her belly walls. With how deep you’ve been shoved in, the noises of her digestive system are so much clearer. You can feel the clenches of her stomach muscles, and the low burble of shifting gases squelching through flesh. All the sounds of her digestive system seem amplified, all around you, while you’re kept in her cosy belly pocket. The sway of her gut gets absorbed by the layers of fat around you, but you can still feel the sway of her breathing. Slow, measured, but only because she was out of breath before. Your squirming must have gotten her very excited. Now, she just relaxes, basking in the strange sensation still tickling at such a sensitive spot against her. <<link replace "Relax with her" transition>> You don’t know when you fell asleep, but you wake up snuggled against the outside of Rylide’s lower half. She’s peacefully napping, but rouses quickly once you try to slip free of her forepaw’s grip. She mumbles something about plushies and squeezes you tighter, but lets you go once she’s regained some sense of where she is. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Sorry, it took a few tries getting you out,”<</Dialogue>> she blushes. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You just feel so...GOOD in there, y’know?”<</Dialogue>> She twiddles her paws in front of you, with an apologetic sort of wiggle until you tell her it was quite alright. She brings you back to where you both were before, leaving some kind of plausible deniability that it had even happened in the first place. Shoving a cutie into her belly button and leaving them in there all day? Pshhhhhh. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>

You’ve spent long enough stewing in cream - it’s time to get out. As tight as her balls are, it’s going to be even tighter squirming back up Rylide’s shaft. You try to get her attention by squirming and poking at the opening above you, but it’s misinterpreted at first, from how horny your movements make her. She ignores your squirms in favour of rubbing over herself, reaching down to squeeze her sac only once she’s really gotten into the moment. On the plus side, it means she’s erect now. Getting out of her balls and ending up trapped in her sheath would hardly be an improvement. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmrrrhhfff...You know, it’d be a lot more fun letting you out when I cum…”<</Dialogue>> Rylide coos, but you can still feel her shifting about into another position. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I could just keep you trapped in my orbs until you REALLY get me going. And then let you out along with all that sticky goodness you get to play with…”<</Dialogue>> Despite her teasing, the opening above you gives way to your hands, dragging you upwards when the muscles clench again. It takes a few seconds to get yourself properly aligned, squeezing back into the musky tunnel. With gentle shoves of her paws from outside and the constant throbbing of her cock, you’re squashed bit by bit, and forced along the tight passageway until it’s completely wrapped around you in hot, slimy flesh. The scent of her cum still lingers strongly, some of the stuff brought up along with you, helping lube up your trip. Rylide giggles something about making sure you’re going the right way and not deeper in, but in time the cool air of the outside world brushes over your hands. Bit by bit, your bulge slips up along the length of her cock, spreading her urethra wider to accommodate you. She purrs, kneading into you with her paws, which sometimes ‘accidentally’ stuff you back down a little ways, forcing you to rub along the delicate inner walls. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Nnnhrrrrff, okay...Here we go…”<</Dialogue>> She gasps louder with her wider stretches, oozing you out of her cock with soft pops letting out your head, shoulders, then hips. You’re pushed out onto her lower belly, to find the taur lying on her back and fondling her breasts with her hands while her paws stroke along her shaft. It slinks back down to its usual massive size once your legs finally slip free, fired out with a load of precum splattering over you. Her cock flares a few times afterwards, the opening staring back at you hungrily. Rylide nudges you off before she gets too carried away, bundling you into a warm hug. Her paws still smell like her dick, though (Or maybe that’s just you). ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

\<<set _events to random (1,7)>> \<<switch _events>> \<<case 1>> You get squished a little when Rylide settles down. Even though you’re already surrounded by musky sac walls, you can feel the weight of the rest of her above you. No chance of anyone seeing you now… \<<case 2>> A mouthful of rabbit cum splashes into your mouth when Rylide takes a larger step than usual. You swallow it down before you realise, and get the distinct aftertaste lingering for a long time after. It tastes the same as everything else in here, really. You’ve long since forgotten the smell of fresh air, replaced by constantly breathing pure rabbit taur musk. It’s intoxicating, now that you’ve gotten used to how strong it is. \<<case 3>> Rylide stops for a moment to fondle her balls, shoving you about with her forepaws. You’re subjected to a few minutes of rather tight squeezes, once she finds your bulge settled deep inside her. The massage would be relaxing, if it weren’t for the constant sloshes of cum that slather your body. \<<case 4>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You doing okay in there?”<</Dialogue>> Rylide’s voice comes just before her paw starts rubbing over your confines. From how she sighs afterwards, it sounds more like she just wanted an excuse to massage her balls. Not that you’re complaining. She squeezes ever so slightly when she finds your head, petting you through her sac walls. It leaves you coated in fresh cum, and even warmer than before. \<<case 5>> You sink into the pool of bunny seed until it rises above you, drenching you entirely. It only lasts for a few seconds before Rylide shifts around you, and you have to resurface. You gasp, and shake off some of the cum from your face. Wiping it with your hands hardly helps. \<<case 6>> You can hear the subtle schlick of a lubed-up paw stroking over a cock, not too far away. Rylide humps softly against it, bouncing you back and forth. Her sac tightens up suddenly, lurching upwards and shoving you against the sphincter at the top of your confines. She moans - muffled, but clearly enjoying herself - but it slows to a purr before she gets too carried away. \<<case 7>> A gentle pressure above you pushes past, squirming occasionally. Some other prey, slinking through some other part of Rylide’s hips. You’re not sure whether they’re being let out, or if they’re in for a long stay. <</switch>>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Balls">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <div class="centred">Rylide's Lust: <<Lustbar Rylide>></div> <span id="desc"> You’re surrounded by heat. And musk. All your squirming excited the rabbit taur, and now she’s horny. Her shaft begins to swell, trapping you against the inner flesh of her sheath before you can squirm away. You’re left pushed deep into that musky pocket, with the constantly shifting wall of flesh throbbing a lewd reminder of what she’s doing. It’s hard to see anything aside from throbbing bunny cock. If you want to see daylight again, you’d best hope Rylide finishes up quick since there’s no way you’re gonna be able to slip out of her sheath with her shaft taking up all the available space. You’re sure you make a more obvious bulge in her sheath now that you’re pressed tighter between her dick and the sheath walls, but with the taur’s cock on full display you’re not sure if anyone would even notice you, unless you squirmed. With her cock busy poking out of her sheath, there’s no way you’re slipping anywhere any time soon. Not until her shaft’s slipped back in, however long that will take. You could try to squirm out past her cock, but you’re likely to get stuck and dragged back in when she finally calms down. You’re safer stuck in her sheath, ironically. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Erect Sheath Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the musky interior">> <<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Sheath Erect Rub">> <</replace>> <<lust Rylide random(10,20)>><<LustRefresh "Rylide">> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Sheath Erect Events" " Digested">> <<if $RylideLust == 100>> <<replace "#exits" transition>>[[>Make her cum->Rylide Sheath Climax Out]]<</replace>> <</if>> <<if $RylideLust < 40>> <<set _random to random(1,4)>> <<switch _random>> <<case 1>> <<replace "#event" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#options" transition>><<include "Rylide Sheath Erect to Sheath">><</replace>> <</switch>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "Squirm what little you can">> <<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Sheath Erect Squirm">> <</replace>> <<lust Rylide random(10,20)>><<LustRefresh "Rylide">> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Sheath Erect Events" " Digested">> <<if $RylideLust == 100>> <<replace "#exits" transition>>[[>Make her cum->Rylide Sheath Climax Out]]<</replace>> <</if>> <<if $RylideLust < 40>> <<set _random to random(1,4)>> <<switch _random>> <<case 1>> <<replace "#event" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#options" transition>><<include "Rylide Sheath Erect to Sheath">><</replace>><</if>> <</switch>> <</if>><</replace>><</if>> <</link>> ---- <span id="exits">[[Try to squirm out->Rylide Sheath Erect Out]]</span> </span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Internals">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include " Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "">><<replace "#action" transition>> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 " Events" " Digested">><</link>> <<link "">><<replace "#action" transition>> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 " Events" " Digested">><</link>> ---- Down Out </span>

\<<set _events to random (1,15)>> \<<switch _events>> \<<case 1>> Since you’re right in the rabbit’s hips, you move quite a bit when she hops about. The jostling would be uncomfortable if it weren’t for the thick layer of plush padding all around you. The constant bounce feels reassuring after a while, like she’s purposefully rocking you to and fro. You relax deeper into the taur’s bowels, hanging on loosely while her insides mould around you. \<<case 2>> You hear a faint purring from outside, and a gentle shift in pressure along Rylide’s guts. It eventually makes its way over the bunny’s gut low enough to push in on you. You wriggle a little when the purring interloper manages to smother your face in the taur’s thick musk. It suddenly stops after that. \<<case 3>> Your world starts swaying from side to side rather vigorously. Either Rylide’s really got to go to the bathroom, or she’s dancing about. Probably the latter, but you never know. At least it’s clean where you are. \<<case 4>> With how much you’ve riled up Rylide, from all your squirming, or simply just from the fullness you give her rump, you get an intimate look into what it’s like being a buttplug for the taur when she gets off. There’s the distinct pressure of something being shoved along her sex, separated from you by only a few layers of delicate flesh. She rides the toy while clenching tight around you, almost losing you deep along her colon. Eventually you’re held tight, pressed against her rectal walls by tight pulses, pumping in tandem with the spurts of rushing fluid from her nethers and her shaft. Even though you’re stuck in her bowels, the scent of her feminine and masculine musk permeates your senses, mixing with the natural aroma of her rump. \<<case 5>> Rylide clenches idly over you, reminding you she’s not forgotten about you, even though you’ve been in there for a while. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I’ll let you out if you want, but I’m sure you don’t mind staying in there for a little bit longer, do you? You feel so good squirming up my butt.”<</Dialogue>> She teases, rocking her hips. You squirm in agreement. \<<case 6>> Her rectum squeezes tight over you for a moment, dragging you deeper into her bowels. You slip along her colon, no way of knowing how far you’ve been squeezed along before her guts suddenly relax. You hear a quiet <<Dialogue Rylide>>“whoops”<</Dialogue>> before they start kneading you in the other direction. After a disconcertingly long time, you eventually slip back into Rylide’s rectum. \<<case 7>> Ahead of you, the flesh blooms open with a sudden appearance of a strange metal container sliding down from the depths of the bunny’s guts. It’s about the size of a large soda bottle, made of what was no doubt shiny metal to begin with, but now is a slimy, slick intruder to the privacy of the rabbit’s bowels. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Uhh, don’t mind that...Just...help me push it out?”<</Dialogue>> Rylide asks you, laughing nervously. It’s probably better not to ask questions. You gently push the smooth cylinder against the taur’s tailhole, sliding it out in much the same way you’d work a dildo inside someone’s butt. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Haaaahhnn...Thanks cutie.”<</Dialogue>> She clenches you away, once the metal container clatters on the ground outside. You’re left to ponder what could possibly have been stored inside that, and why it needed to be transported via taur guts. \<<case 8>> Clench. Squish. Glrrrrrnn… Rylide’s guts sound more active than usual. Then again, they’re always noisy. \<<case 9>> Rylide flops onto her back, inverting gravity for you. You wouldn’t have minded so much if you hadn't already been rolled onto your back. Now you’ve got a faceful of taur butt. Well, more than you’d had already. \<<case 10>> When she stretches, the taur’s pucker relaxes enough that you can see outside. On one particular occasion, you make eye contact with someone walking behind her. \<<case 11>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Uh, this is embarrassing but...Can you get an itch for me?”<</Dialogue>> Rylide calls down to you. It’s right at the base of her tail, and she can’t quite manage it herself. You wriggle about until her bowels squeeze down around you. Her tailring spreads over your head, birthing you part way into the outside world. Her thick tailhole squeezes back around your chest, keeping you from wriggling out too far once you work your arms free of the rabbit’s bowels. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmrrrph, yeah, right there, thanks.”<</Dialogue>> She churrs, tail twitching high as you scratch along it, eventually getting roped into massaging all around her flank while you’re still chest-deep in her ass. When she’s finally satisfied, she blows you an affectionate kiss. When you try to return one, she clenches you back inside, and you end up kissing the inner ring of her rim on the way past instead. \<<case 12>> Gosh, Rylide’s bowels are really soft, aren’t they? And so warm...And musky...And tight… So relaxing, you could just...drift off to sleep... ... … You awaken some indeterminate time later. Apparently she never even noticed you’d fallen asleep in there, but she says you’re welcome to nap in there as long as you want, if you’d like. Though she’ll have to let you out at some point, of course. \<<case 13>> You hear Rylide let out a long, loud belch. Thank goodness it didn’t go down, instead. \<</switch>>

\<<if _depth is 0>> <<= either("You’ve slipped away from her stomach by now, settled somewhere close to the rabbit’s hips, you think. You can certainly feel her bouncing steps much more than when you were in her stomach. You’ve traded slow sways for muted jostles, and plenty of space for intimate, tight hugs from the shifting tunnel of flesh. Her slick innards keep clenching, almost smothering you within. All your senses slowly losing all traces of any world beyond the taur’s guts." , "Squish. Squelch. Squish. It’s a constant rhythm, but an organic one, matching the needs of her body. You’re just carried along for the ride, granted an in depth look at the full workings of her innards. It feels rather intimate, since you’re not used to seeing part of a predator, much less carried along so meticulously, every inch of your body worked over by the gut walls again and again and again and again...")>> \<<set _depth to 1>> \<<elseif _depth is 1>> <<= either("After some time, you can do little more than surrender yourself completely to the large taur’s automatic movements. You’re not even sure if Rylide even knows where you are anymore, with her subconscious sways slipping you along twists and turns of bunny bowels. You try to wriggle, but it feels like her intestines have gotten tighter over time, or maybe they’ve just gotten used to your shape, squeezing perfectly to fit over you, kneading again and again in endless waves of pressure. Can they even tell the difference between you and the rest of her food that passes through here?" , "Tighter pressure. Tighter clenches. Deeper gurgles. Rumbles from below, bubbling from above. Deeper. Tighter. Hotter. You don’t know where you are, aside from somewhere inside the rabbit taur’s bowels. Lost in musk, in guts. There’s no hint of you from the outside. You’re as close to Rylide as you can possibly get, in here. Wherever ‘here’ is. Glrrrrrglee...")>> \<<set _depth to 2>> \<<elseif _depth is 2>> <<= either("All of a sudden, you’ve got a lot more space to wriggle through. You’ve been pushed through one last tight squeeze, then squished into the taur’s large intestine. You can tell from the slight difference in musk, almost hinting at fresh air instead of the dank, humid depths you’ve gotten used to for the past...how long has it been? It feels like forever ago you first pushed into the taur’s intestines... " , "Your squirms are rewarded with a little more space to wriggle through, and a different texture to the slimy, squishy walls cradling you. The deep groans of the depths of the taur’s system are all around you now, muffling the other burbles and gurgles of her stomach somewhere behind you. It’s almost cooler, closer to the exit, but it’s still sweltering, slimy, and never lets up from smothering you in soft flesh.")>> \<<set _depth to 3>> \<<elseif _depth is 3>> <<= either("Only a few corners, letting you count those final twists on your journey through the entirety of Rylide’s digestive system. Just that final storage space lying in wait ahead at the end of her gut. But for now it’s still tight and forcing you into the walls with every step, even more so now that you’re right in the rabbit’s hips. Just a little longer, and her intestines can finally stop squeezing…" , "Organic, embarrassing noises rumble past you, kneaded along by the same movements carrying you in the same direction. Still, you’re squelched through the last leg of your journey, clenched with that same peristalsis that’s carried you this far. All the way through the labyrinth of taur intestines, finally at the end…")>> \<<replace "#options" transition>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Rectum Down]]<</replace>> <</if>>

You clamber against Rylide’s stomach walls and shove your arm back through the sphincter that dropped you in here. It gives way easily, but not without a sudden moan from the bunny - it’s got to be a weird feeling for her. Shoving in deeper and trying to push your head through is met with more groans, and arrhythmic clenches simultaneously trying to shove you back down and drag you up. It must be a rather sensitive spot, somewhere in there, between her stomachs. You’d be blushing if you weren’t busy trying to keep your balance. Eventually the contractions work you up far enough that you can wriggle your way back into the bunny’s forestomach, stretching it out as more of you fills it up. Her hands rest over the bulge you make, almost bashful when she squeezes on you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Warn me next time before you do that, hm?”<</Dialogue>> her breathless voice murmurs down to you. It felt that good, huh? ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Stomach Up]]

\<<set _events to random (1,5)>> \<<switch _events>> \<<case 1>> Rylide’s belly starts swaying gently, but it quickly builds into active bounces that jostle you about. They’re rhythmic, a relaxed tempo swinging you into the smooth flesh around you. You bulge out her lower gut when your weight takes time to catch up, which is often. She keeps dancing about for a few minutes, twirling a few times to make sure you’re fully disorientated when she calms down. \<<case 2>> A soft purring rumbles on the other side of the bunny’s womb walls. It gets louder when your world shifts. Rylide relaxes on her back, snuggling a cat into her lower half. His weight presses in on your space, making slight indents when he starts kneading. You push back up, playing with each other through Rylide’s flesh. \<<case 3>> Somewhere above you, Rylide’s digestive system gurgles loudly. You can hear everything going on inside her, from the splash of stomach juices to the burbling of food being churned, to the rush of escaping air. Her body sounds so active, even when the taur relaxes. \<<case 4>> You’re left to relax while Rylide takes a short nap. Even while she’s asleep her body still squeezes affectionately around you. \<<case 5>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Are you comfy in there, cutie? You look so cute as a bulge in my belly.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide coos. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I could just keep you in there forever…”<</Dialogue>> She muses, rubbing her womb with a paw. You push against it, cuddling to her from inside. She’s certainly comfortable enough to stay in here for a long time, but forever? <</switch>>

Rylide’s womb contracts slightly, nudging your feet against her cervix. You wriggle a little, pushing gently on the tight opening until it starts to spread over your toes. The bunny taur takes her time, slowly working along your feet. You have to be patient, easing out into her vagina little by little, not to hurt the sensitive rabbit. She churrs, slick secretions lubing you up when you start sliding down, squished along with sensual moans. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Out you come, cutie…”<</Dialogue>> She huffs, guiding you along the smooth flesh, pushing you out from the warmth of her warm into the musk-rich squeeze of her sex. Her contractions feel like they’re going to be too tight, losing you in their tight grip, but soon your feet are blooming out from her nethers. It’s so cold outside, compared to the constant warmth you’ve gotten used to. But the taur’s cervix is already squeezed shut ahead of you, passing you the last few contractions until you’re staring up at her from below. Her haunches rise up slowly, shaking slightly as she gets to her feet. She flops down a moment later, inviting you in for soft cuddles. You rest against her feral half, cuddling to the outside of where you were only a few moments ago. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

After your trip through all of Rylide’s guts, you’ve ended up right at the exit. The only part left is to wriggle out of the bunny’s butt. And after your extended stay in her intestines, you’re well-used to the best way to shove yourself forwards. Before Rylide can clench you back in, you’ve pushed your head right out of her. She yelps, squeezing tight around your neck, covering your vision with her tail. You sputter, all your senses dulled by the mass of fluff, realising too late that her colon’s dragging you back. Hot flesh squelches back around your head, sealing you once again inside her sweltering bowels. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I was in public! Sheesh…”<</Dialogue>> Her grumbles come muffled. Her insides squeeze you again, but this time they’re helping guide you out. Her tailring spreads slowly in front of you, framing the world outside. Cold, hard ground rushes up to meet you, as you’re pushed out of the large rabbit’s rump. Now that’s she’s over the initial shock, Rylide really gets into enjoying the process, smoothly oozing you out with lewd, wet squelches. Even after you’re left laying between her back paws she still flexes her pucker, moaning subtly as it seals back up after stretching around your body. You softly massage the thick rim after you get up, earning more delighted coos from her. Initials transgressions forgiven as long as you keep her tailhole treated well. She stops before she gets carried away, brushing over your face with her tail again before curling up around you. She cleans you up and snuggles you tight, nosing at the top of your head. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Anytime you want another tour, you know where to find me.”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

You push against the slick bowels, and manage to nudge against the inner edge of Rylide’s tailhole until she realises what you’re trying to do. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“W-woah! Hold on a little, let me find somewhere...You could have just asked, you know.”<</Dialogue>> The taur groans, clenching in tight. The pressure forces you against the tailring even harder, but the sphincter doesn’t let up. Not until gravity shifts, and then suddenly it spreads open right over your head and arm in one slick schlrrrrk. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Haaaahhhnnn...Don’t wriggle too much or I’ll be tempted to keep you up there a little longer…”<</Dialogue>> She teases, but her bowels are already bearing down around your body. It’s a little embarrassing for the bunny to push you out, but the pleasure of stretching around your shoulders is worth it. Her thick pucker hugs all of you as it slips down to your hips, squeezing affectionately with plenty more lewd squelches. You brace yourself against the taur’s haunches, pushing on her thick, fluffy buttcheeks. Really, you sink into her plushness more than you push yourself out. She does all the work, laying you out behind with a soft squeeze of her innards. Her butt closes back up on your feet, holding them captive in her warmth, but another clench forces them out. You’re coated in the taur’s inner musk, still smelling like her butt, she’s quick to comment. She wipes you down with a towel, cuddling you against her lower belly once she’s satisfied you’re no longer a mess. Her gut groans when you’re shoved into it. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“It misses being full of you already.”<</Dialogue>> She grins. She licks her lips slowly, then winks. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Forestomach">><<set $first to true>><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> It’s tighter in Rylide’s forestomach than it is in her lower gut, but it’s no less comfortable. It’s a welcome constriction, kneading all over your body as if to get out those last few knots you’ve worked up squirming through the taur’s digestive system. But at the same time, those clenches keep trying and shove you back down into her lower gut. It’s hardly helped by the constant squishing from outside - Rylide must be enjoying the bulging gut you’ve given her, playing with your imprint whenever you squirm. Her pink walls are slick with internal juices, but they’re safe, as far as you know. No tingles, just awkward wetness gooping all over you, bubbling occasionally in the pit of her belly. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Stomach Up Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the belly walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Stomach Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Stomach Up Events" "Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm around">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Stomach Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Stomach Up Events" "Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Squeeze back down to her lower stomach->Rylide Stomach Up to Taur Stomach]] [[>Wriggle up and out->Rylide Stomach Up Out]] </span>

You squirm about in the rabbit’s stomach to clamber up the last little bit, shoving upwards into the bunny’s gullet. It doesn’t take long, once the rabbit realises what you’re trying to do. Her stomach contracts, aided by forceful shoves from outside, until suddenly the sphincter in front of you relaxes. You’re shoved through, into the tight tunnel, forced to wiggle through tight rings of muscle that squeeze you tight, almost swallowing you back down again. Eventually, you’re greeted by the light of the outside world, framed by Rylide’s wide-open jaws. Her teeth scrape lightly over the top of your head, holding you in place for the short moment it takes for her to spit you out into her arms. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Ewww…”<</Dialogue>> She wipes you down of all her internal slimes with a towel she’s managed to get out for you. You’re not sure where she got it from, or if she just carries it around with her for some reason. Granted, after what you’ve been through, she has several reasons to. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“There, much better.”<</Dialogue>> She lightly kisses the top of your head. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Enjoy your trip? Or do you need another go to be sure?”<</Dialogue>> She giggles. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

You poke your feet at the base of Rylide’s stomach, nudging at the sphincter you’ve just come up from. It accepts both of them greedily, tugging over your ankles before you realise it’s even got you. It’s almost like the ground disappears beneath you, or her entire forestomach is merely an extension of her esophagus, contracting in one massive gulp to send you back down, deeper into the taur’s digestive system. It barely takes a few “swallows” before you find yourself back in the taur’s second gut. It jostles, swaying more with your weight within, much happier now that you’re back in the spacious hammock belly. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Taur Stomach Down]]

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Taur Belly">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> Coming from her intestines into Rylide’s feral stomach is quite a shift, finally letting you stretch out after the continuous tightness of her bowels. Even so, you hardly feel the need to after the intense massage they’ve just given you. You’ve made it all the way up into the core of the taur’s being, stored safely away in her hammock-belly. Admittedly it is a little more comfortable than being stored in her winding intestines, if somewhat wetter, with a base layer of stomach juices pooling around you. Rylide’s stomach walls have a lot of give, which is exactly what you’d expect for someone as soft and squishy as she is. Even when they clench or churn, you still have enough room to wriggle about, and make the taur’s lower belly bounce with your movements. </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Taur Stomach Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the belly walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Taur Stomach Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Taur Stomach Events" "Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm around">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Taur Stomach Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Taur Stomach Events" "Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Make your way up to her forestomach->Rylide Taur Stomach Up to Stomach]] [[>Go back down through her guts->Rylide Taur Stomach Up to Guts]] [[>Wriggle up and out->Rylide Taur Stomach Up Out]] </span>

<<= either("" , "" , "" , "" , "")>>

<<= either("You rub against Rylide’s stomach walls, squishing the folds between your hands. She rumbles, patting over you in retaliation. You both continue for sometime, trading little pokes and squeezes, until the rabbit taur’s belly suddenly constricts. She wins." , "Rylide churrs delightedly at your touch, shaking her belly while you stroke her insides. The stomach walls are pliant enough that you bounce and squish into them, stretching out her middle each time." , "You stretch out and rub deep into the taur’s flesh, teasing at her core with little rubs and tickles. She huffs, her stomach walls visibly shaking under the sudden bliss deep inside her. Do that again, and she’ll be tempted to keep you in there for much, much longer…")>>

\<<set _events to random(1,6)>> \<<if $first is true>><<set _events to 6>><<set $first to false>><</if>> \<<switch _events>> \<<case 1>> You’ve stayed long enough in the bunny’s forestomach, long enough for it to start getting noisy and tight while it works over your body. You can even hear them coming from below - her lower half’s still hungry for you. You don’t realise exactly what that means until it’s too late, and you find your legs sucked down into the connecting passageway between her stomachs. It claims you with a wet schlorp, easily tugging them back in. It flexes, swallowing over your hips a moment later. You can try to fight it, but it’s a losing battle. Her belly wants you back into her lower half. It wins, of course, claiming you as spoils for its victory. You end up laying along the bottom of her feral stomach, sprawled out in the taur’s lower half, to be kept for a much longer time. \<<done>><<replace "#options">> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Taur Stomach Down]]<</replace>><</done>> <</switch>>

<<= either("You wriggle against the rabbit’s stomach walls, kicking into her flesh. She’s too soft, absorbing your movements and squishing them right back. Her stomach clenches a moment later, preemptively stopping your next wiggles." , "You kick at Rylide’s stomach, stretching out into her pliable gut walls. You hear her groan and clutch her middle, while her stomach shifts, somewhat upset. You hastily apologise for disturbing her." , "You squirm about, thrashing as much as you are able in your tight confines. You don’t get very far - Her stomach’s more than powerful enough to keep you curled up.")>>

<<= either("You rub against Rylide’s stomach walls, squelching your hand into the plentiful fluid dripping down them. It sounds like the taur appreciates the effort, even if you can only manage to massage a little bit at a time. She’s in no rush and neither are you." , "You try to hug Rylide from the inside, in some weird inverted hug. It’s easier for her to cuddle you, when her belly walls constrict, tightening up around you, smothering you in affection (but mostly in stomach juices)." , "You flop against the bottom of the rabbit’s belly, using the shifting gut as a pillow for a short moment. Nuzzling in further smears the warm, pliant flesh over your face, sinking you deep into her embrace." , "You rub Rylide’s active stomach walls, kneading at the muscles while they squeeze in on you. Your efforts don’t go unrewarded - You can hear Rylide huffing quietly, pushing in on you with one of her forepaws to massage you right back.")>>

<<= either("ou squirm against the rabbit’s lower stomach, kicking and shoving at the heavy walls. It gurgles noisily, but relaxes around you.<br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Everything alright in there?\”<</Dialogue>> You hear Rylide call down." , "Pushing into Rylide’s stomach walls just ends up with you exhausted, and with a somewhat worried rabbit taur patting you with her forepaws. <br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“If you want out just let me know, I’ll bring you up…\”<</Dialogue>>" , "With how spacious her gut is, you can get a lot of force into your squirming, but even then you’re not sure how much of a bulge you make. Rylide notices at least, quietly patting her belly with a forepaw.")>>

You’ve managed to get this far, time to climb up the rest of the rabbit’s gullet. You push against the upper sphincter of her belly, gently tapping on it a few times beforehand as a warning. Not that it stops the taur from moaning out when you push in, squirming into the tight tube and pushing your arms along the squishy passageway. Her stomach clenches to help you along, tightening up around your legs and forcing you up towards her first stomach, then right beyond, smoothly passed into her gullet proper. It continues up, pushing you right up into her maw, then smoothly out when she spits. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Blech.”<</Dialogue>> Her tongue sticks out, another spit clearing her mouth of your leftover taste. You’re still a mess in the rabbit’s forepaws, sinking into her softness while she dabs you dry with a fresh towel. “Well that’s one way to explore me…” You notice she’s blushing, though she hides it by blotting your face with her towel. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Next time, try going through the traditional way, hm?”<</Dialogue>> She teases. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

You squirm along Rylide’s lower half, pushing along to continue your journey through her system. The opening at the top her stomach doesn’t want to let you through at first, requiring plenty of rubs and squeezes to relax enough to work your hands into the tight tube. The plentiful slimes and juices coating you by now help lube it up, until it finally schlorps over your arms, tugging them into the space between her two halves. You can feel the taur stiffen, realising what you’re up to, but by then you’re already halfway climbing up into her forestomach. You expected more resistance after the initial effort, but before long you’re bulging out her front as you fill out her gut. You have to shove against her belly walls with how much they clench, but even then there’s not enough space for you to fit without curling up. It’s only once you’ve fully squished into the tight space that you realise how heavy the rabbit’s breathing and how hard her heart beats. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Gah...C-careful doing that!”<</Dialogue>> She moans breathlessly. She sounds embarrassed. And somewhat flustered. Guess she’s not used to people doing that too often. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Stomach Up]]

You can hear the taur’s intestines burbling, groaning still despite being empty. Going for another trip through them is going to take a long time, and cause no small amount of weird feelings for the rabbit you’re inside. All the more reason to squirm back through them, then. It doesn’t take long to pry apart the entrance to Rylide’s intestines, after they’ve already pushed out through in the opposite direction. Getting the rabbit to stop squirming long enough for you to wriggle into there is a different matter. From how much her stomach clenches around you, she’s definitely in the same mind to stuff you back through her guts, but in the excitement you’re mostly just squeezed, rather than actually pushed along. At least, until you get your shoulders past the opening, and end up suddenly forced face first into the taur’s intestinal walls. They smear fresh slime across you, as if you hadn’t got enough of that already, massaging it over the rest of your body a little later. Down you go, on another trip through the latter half of the rabbit taur’s digestive system... ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Guts Down]]

\<<if _depth is 0>> <<= either("You have to squirm faster than Rylide’s intestines can push you back down, when her colon keeps trying to shift you back. The first corner is the hardest, the most awkward, and the one that makes the taur moan the most. Once you’re past that, her instincts finally kick in, overriding the natural motions to forcefully drag you deeper. The rocking, clenching pressure is something you’re going to have to get used to - they’ll be doing most of the work guiding you backwards through her guts, after all. You can’t be squirming all the way up, there’s just too much winding bowels to get through. Sooner or later she’ll take over, though she won’t even notice it. Her body will do all the work, dragging you along the winding path from bowels to belly." , "Going backwards through a digestive system is hardly an easy task, but you’re helped a little bit by the taur’s bowels, and their constant pressure unwilling to give you an inch of movement in any direction but further in. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy, or quick. You’ve got a lot more guts to crawl through, and it’ll only get worse once you’re through her large intestine. Steeling yourself, you press onwards, kicking into the slick walls to propel yourself away from Rylide’s butt, to lose yourself in the maze of guts ahead.")>> \<<set _depth to 1>> \<<elseif _depth is 1>> <<= either("You still feel like you’re a few squeezes away from being pushed out the taur’s backside, even though you know you’re tucked away fully inside her by now. You’re not coming out for a long time, out of either end, until you’ve found a way out of the beast’s belly. Or into her belly, rather, somewhere still far ahead of you. Really, it’s not that far away, close enough that you can hear it gurgling, and bubbling on the other side of so many fleshy walls separating you from it. How many more corners will you have to crawl through before you’ll finally reach there?" , "It’s gotten a lot tighter now that you’re properly within Rylide’s intestines. Waves of pressure smother you in velveteen innards, swallowing you in reverse, but not without driving you head-first into every nook and cranny of her bowels in the process. The strange texture of her guts almost tickles as it passes you along, such an alien sensation. It reinforces just how intimate the process is, being treated to a first hand view of the deepest part of her anatomy.")>> \<<set _depth to 2>> \<<elseif _depth is 2>> <<= either("You end up being shoved backwards a few times, with shifting tides vying for control over you. You must be getting far along by now. You’ve been inside her guts for long enough, having already lost count of how many times you’ve been turned around now. It doesn’t help that you’ve got the constant bounce of the bunny taur’s steps to keep you disorientated, almost losing which way is down if it weren’t for the weight of the rest of her body. You’re lucky there’s not enough space to turn around in a way. Otherwise you might have gotten lost forever..." , "How many times have you felt the taur’s guts sway now? You had a short rest when Rylide finally bouncing about, but even then that didn’t stop the ongoing pressures relentlessly smothering you with slick, musky innards. Are you even being moved forward, or are her guts just toying with you now? The tunnel looks the same either way, she could have forgotten about you in there, for all you know. Wriggling helps you move faster, and makes her gut squeeze in more often. A reassuring comfort, whenever it feels like her bowels slow down or start kneading you in the opposite direction. They want to push you back towards her butt eventually, after all.")>> \<<set _depth to 3>> \<<elseif _depth is 3>> <<= either("One last tight wriggle, and you get stopped by a sphincter that doesn’t want to budge. You’re trapped behind it, curved along a weird bend, at the mercy of the taur’s digestive system despite how much your squirm. It gives way eventually, after plenty of muted gurgles and soft huffs that you’re sure shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as she is. Despite that, you get your head through, and get into a much more open space compared to the tightness of Rylide’s bowels. Slinking through, you end up squelched into a mess of stomach juices to replace the musky bowel slime you’ve dragged up all the way from the rabbit’s butt. Sprawling out and catching your breath, you can consider the hardest part of your trip through her bowels complete. Now you can relax, and cozy up in her stomach, instead." , "Slowly, you’re nudged into the bottom of Rylide’s stomach, shoved into the lower sphincter and eased into the next wave of squishy flesh by her tender walls. The pressure spreads the ring little by little around your upper body, depositing you into her spacious gut after your long stay in the bunny’s bowels. After all the massaging the trip’s done for you, you’re already so relaxed. Now you’ve got a swaying hammock belly to rest within. Rylide greets you with a soft pat to her belly with a forepaw, glad to have you back somewhere where she can easily tease you, rather than the subtle shifting weight lost in her lower gut.")>> \<<replace "#options" transition>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Taur Stomach Up]]<</replace>> <</if>>

He's just sitting there, studying! It'd be rude to distract him. Even though he looked focused on his studying, there's plenty of empty snack wrappers scattered around him. His tail sways idly, dusting the floor behind him. Whenever he realises his tail is spread out or when someone walks past, he curls it back in protectively hugging it with one arm. It's like his own personal plush pillow he's carting around and not sharing it with anyone. Though if you got in close without him realising you bet you could at least touch it without him noticing. <span id="SceneID"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Sneak up on Willow">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#SceneID" transition>> You try to sneak up and grab the studious red panda, but before you can even drool on his head something grabs at your legs. You trip and grab onto the table for support, drawing Willow's attention with a yelp. He gasps, glancing at you and then towards your legs, which you now realise are off the ground, supported by something warm and wet. You glance across where, to your horror, rather than eating him, his tail seems to be eating you. A toothless grin meets your gaze from the split fur, hiding wet flesh and a tongue licking over your feet. You can see a bulge of them already as you slide deeper, already up to your knees in slick flesh. You struggle and kick, opening your mouth to yell for help, but Willow's paws cover your mouth. He seems more frightened than you, though, frantically glancing between his tail and you. "Ohno ohno ohno...Not again! Just...just be quiet and I'll let you out soon. This is a library, you've got to be quiet. I'm so sorry, he gets like this sometimes, you must've smelt delicious or something." He apologises, but that's hardly any consolation for the fact that his tail is slipping over your stomach, up over your chest, dragging you deeper with each swallow. All too soon your vision is engulfed by the striped fur, and then darkness. His tail closes up over you, surrounding you in flesh not unlike some large beast's guts, although with how tight it feels you're sure you're visible as a bulge within. Yet still no-one comes to your aid, as your feet press in deeper, and your hope of escape slips away as you head deeper into Willow's guts ---- [[>Continue->Willow Stomach]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Leave him alone">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#SceneID" transition>> For some reason or another you think better than to try and sneak up on him. Even though his tail looks like it'd be super soft to grab up and snug while he's not paying attention. ---- [[>Back->Library Tables]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Willow's Stomach">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> It's a short trip after Willow's tail devoured you, but a weird one. Eventually though, you're deposited in what must be the red panda's stomach, with slightly more space for you to curl up in. It's wet and hot like any other gut, though with your method of entry you've no idea what exit leads where. Willow's voice is quiet, lost beneath the wave of gurgles and burbles. <<Dialogue Willow>>"Hang in there for a bit, I'll bring you back up when I get a minute. Just...Just get cozy while you can. If you can"<</Dialogue>> </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Willow Stomach Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the stomach walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Willow Stomach Rub">> <</replace>><<gurgle random(-20,-10) "Willow Stomach Events" "Willow Stomach Digested">><</link>> <<link "Try to Squirm out">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Willow Stomach Squirm">> <</replace>><<gurgle random(-35,-15) "Willow Stomach Events" "Willow Stomach Digested">><</link>> ---- [[>Try to squirm out->Willow Stomach Out]] \</span>

<<= either("You struggle within Rylide’s butt, kicking against her bowel walls. At first the taur enjoys your struggles, clenching back over you, but the longer you go on, the more she worries. Eventually she settles you down by squeezing you too tight to fight against her muscles. You shudder in her grip. It’s unbearably tight, but you’re sure she can crush in even more…" , "You wriggle about, climbing up and down along the taur’s colon with your movements. Every time you get far enough up her intestines start pushing you back the other way. Even if you squirm, Rylide wants to keep you in her butt, so that’s where you’ll stay." , "You thrash about, digging into her bowel walls and shoving them roughly. Rylide gasps, groaning when your struggles disturb her bowels enough that they grumble noisily. Her insides ripple, rushing over you with a wave of pressure clenching tight, noisily rumbling all the way. Rylide meekly apologises afterwards." , "You drag yourself through Rylide’s rectum, aligning yourself with her pucker before diving forcefully through. Your arms squelch out into fresh air, spreading her wide enough that you can slip your head free of the confines of her bowels. You don’t get much further. A strong contraction slides you back inside her before you even finish your first gasp of fresh air." , "You squirm against your tight confines. <<Dialogue Rylide>>\”Oooh, keep that up actually, that feels good…\”<</Dialogue>> Rylide murmurs, rocking you about with a sway of her hips. You keep struggling anyway, even with the knowledge that the rabbit’s getting excited from it.")>>

<<= either("You rub against Rylide’s bowel walls. They squish beneath your hands, stretching far when you shove them, much to her delight. <br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Mnnhhnn, keep that up, cutie.\”<</Dialogue>> She purrs." , "You massage the taur’s slick innards, finding an important nub of hard flesh a couple of feet away from her pucker. When you squeeze it, your surroundings buckle, squashing you harder against it. You might have heard Rylide swear, but you couldn’t really tell with your ears stuffed against her rectal walls." , "Grinding against Rylide’s insides is certainly one way to rub her from inside. The bunny enjoys it, encouraging you with plenty of clenching. She keeps going, rhythmically squeezing you tighter and tighter, against every sensitive spot she can get you to reach, until you hear a tell-tale spattering outside. Her rectum flexes weakly in the afterglow. You’ve been kneaded more than enough for now." , "You nuzzle into the musky flesh, squishing your head into the slick folds all around you. The deeper you push, the more intense her sweet scent tickles at your senses, until you’ve lost track of everything but the wonderful bliss of your tight, warm, musky world." , "Your hands sink into Rylide’s rectal walls, until a soft rumble shoves them back against you. Your massages relax her bowels enough to press you against the inside of her tailring, enough that you can feel the cool air of the outside world on your feet. Her pucker tugs them right back inside a moment later, engulfing you in the heat you’ve gotten used to inside her." , "With your head close to the bunny’s tailring, you shimmy forward and plant a soft, lewd kiss to the inside rim. It clenches, smothering your head in the pillowy soft flesh." , "Her insides are slick, but that doesn’t stop you from running your arms up and down along the taur’s rectum, massaging the sensitives nerves around her pucker and prostate. You’re rewarded with rolling clenches squeezing back over your body whenever you find a particularly blissful spot.")>>

You’ve already slipped through the long, winding passage to Rylide’s stomach, but they’re all too accepting to pull you along into another journey through the rabbit’s deepest guts. Her colon rumbles noisily, spreading ahead of you when you push in deeper. The squeeze of flesh reverses from trying to push you down, to dragging you deeper. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Coming back up?”<</Dialogue>> Rylide’s voice calls down, muffled by the rush of burbling coming from somewhere further ahead. She pats her middle, letting her intestines get to work. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Make sure to wriggle a lot while you’re in there!”<</Dialogue>> She churrs. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Guts Up]]

You wriggle along Rylide’s colon, squeezing through tunnel after tunnel of tight, slick flesh. The more you crawl through, the darker, tighter, and muskier it gets, but you keep crawling through her colon, losing the exit behind you. Ahead lies a labyrinth of twisting, burbling tunnels, alive with squeezes and organic bworrhps rumbling with the idle work of her digestive tract. If you stop, her guts will push you back down towards her rectum. You can’t get lost in her intestines, can you? ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Guts Up]]

<<= either("You rub about, running your hands along the slick walls. They squeeze back in turn, fitting around your fingers as they dig into the pliant flesh. Phirae's purrs grow louder too. Seems like he enjoys the attention." , "You massage the cat's stomach walls from within, rolling the wet flesh beneath your grip. The cat's paws eventually press back against your, working on his gut from both sides now, along with you. You give in after a while, once the constant movements start swaying you too much." , "You rub your feet back and forth over the stomach walls near the base of Phirae's stomach, giving it slow rubs in addition to working at it with your hands. The stomach walls squelch wetly from your movements, oozing more stomach juices over you, soaking you in them.")>>

<<= either("You squirm a little, pushing against your confines. The tight walls give way only slightly, soon squeezing back just as hard. Phirae's voice is slightly muffled, mostly by the sounds of gurgling around you. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"Is everything okay in there?\"<</Dialogue>>" , "You kick out, trying to stretch the stomach walls around you and make a little more space for yourself. It works slightly, but it's still cramped. Not long after, another churn of his gut squeezes in once more, undoing all your work." , "You kick and thrash against Phirae's stomach walls, shoving them as much as you can, until everything clamps down around you. Another pressure from outside comes from the cat's paws squeezing back, trying to pet you. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"You okay in there?\"<</Dialogue>>")>>

<<= either("It's tight, but you try to rub the insides of Phirae's bowels. Your hands sink into the plush flesh easily enough, stretching beneath the force, and eliciting pleasured moans from the cat above. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"Ahhnnn, k-keep doing that...\"<</Dialogue>> you hear him purr. You do as he asks, rolling every inch of flesh you can reach between your fingers, even as the walls around you clench erratically." , "You push out with your arms and rub at the cat's slick intestines, coating your arms in more of the thick slime. Phirae seems to enjoy the movements, given how everything suddenly tenses whenever you push at certain sensitive spots. You make a point of teasing him whilst you can, pushing the palm of your hand into any slight resistance, and leaving the cat a purring, panting mess, from what you can hear." , "It takes some effort, but you manage to wriggle your arms up to your head, close enough to reach forward to stroke the inside of the cat's pucker. It flexes visibly, and Phirae moans audibly above. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"H-hey, what're you-?\"<</Dialogue>> he interrupts himself with another moan of pleasure as you start massaging over his tailhole, teasing at all the sensitive nerves. You're rewarded with some tight squeezes, each time rippling over your whole body.")>>

<<= either("You squirm in your position, trying to fight against the cat's colon. Every time you seem to slip towards the cat's tailhole another squeeze drags you back up, but every so often it relaxes enough for you to slip closer to freedom, though even then the slick walls don't quite relax enough. Your squirms only seem to make the slimy walls grind against you more, and make the feline purr in perverse delight. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"Ooh, yes keep that up! Ah, r-right there...\"<</Dialogue>>" , "You struggle against Phirae's intestines, bracing yourself against the slick walls, but they prove harder to get a grip on than you thought. They don't seem to have any trouble squeezing you about though, rocking you deeper into the cat's guts before letting you slip back towards the exit. It's almost as if the cat is toying with you. Judging from his purring and moans, at least.")>>

<<= either("Stuck inside Phirae's sac, you see this as a perfect time to tease the feline. You run your hand along the inside of the plush flesh, feeling it tense and ripple against you, in time with the cat's bashful moans. You can feel his paws press back on you, squeezing you lustfully, trying to encourage you more." , "You brush your hands along the tight, slick walls around you, even though you're already dripping with the feline's seed. Somehow, your rubbing gets you even more covered in the thick fluid, and the smell grows even stronger as it seeps into your nose." , "You settle back and rub at the cat's sac with your arms, dunking them into the pool of cum you're bathing in. To call it the cat's cream would be inaccurate, given how thick it is. It clings to you in every place possible, soaking over you both in touch and in scent, though by now your nose is dulled somewhat by the constant onslaught of sex.")>>

<<= either("You try to stretch out a little, pressing out against the cat's sac. the flesh still hugs tight to your legs, barely stretching despite how you push. Everything shakes around you not long after, along with the Phirae's sudden gasp. You can feel him pressing back on you lightly, shivering after the sensation. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"O-oh gosh, do that again...\"<</Dialogue>> He moans." , "With a grunt, you brace yourself against the cat's internal walls, wriggling against the constant rolling motions. It only makes them worse, tossing the cat's seed over you and grinding you into the musky flesh. <<Dialogue Phirae>>\"A-ahhh, k-keep that up!\"<</Dialogue>> At least you're keeping him excited..." , "You struggle within Phirae, though it’s hard to fight when your air is stained with the scent of sex. That, and Phirae pins you pretty well whenever he tenses, though you're pretty sure it's by accident, given his audible panting. You're going to have to struggle a little more if you want to get anywhere.")>>

<<silently>> <<if $RylideLust < 40>> <<set _random to random(1,2)>> <<else>> <<set _random to random (3,5)>> <</if>> <</silently>> \<<switch _random>> \<<case 1>><<include "Rylide Submit Cuddle 1">> \<<case 2>><<include "Rylide Submit Cuddle 2">> \<<case 3>><<include "Rylide Submit OV 1">> \<<case 4>><<include "Rylide Submit AVUB">> \<<case 5>><<include "Rylide Submit Lick">> \<</switch>>

<<= either("You rub against Rylide’s innards, massaging back over her intestinal walls almost as much as they manage to massage over you. The taur’s intestines rumble pleasantly, shifting slower to enjoy your efforts. , "You nuzzle into the gut walls, kissing affectionately at this spot, so deep inside the bunny. It feels so strangely intimate, to be working your way through the rabbit’s intestines." , "Stroking the taur’s insides is a great way to pass the time. You’ve still got a long journey ahead of you, so you’ll have plenty of guts to rub, too." , "You press against the slick innards. <<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Mmhhhnn, keep going cutie, you’ll squirm through all my guts eventually…\”<</Dialogue>> Rylide purrs, her voice soft and rumbling beneath all the other noises of her digestive system. The quiet gurgles from above sound just as pleased with your petting." , "You run your hand along the strange texture of her intestines, feeling around through all the slick stuff and digging through the strange folds. You make the taur coo, the strange sensation sending shivers along her spine." , "Your squirms and rubs help the taur to relieve a little extra pressure that’d been brewing in her bowels, let out quietly, but with a soft, happy sigh from the taur." , "Spreading out inside her guts is hard, but not impossible. You just have to time it between pulses of her intestines squeezing you along. You massage deep into the bunny’s flesh, teasing at nerves deep through her body, making her squirm in ways she rarely gets to enjoy. It’s only fair you give your host a thorough squeezing too, from all the ways her body’s kneading on yours." , "You play with her guts, smushing your hands into her pliant flesh. You can almost lose your hands up to the wrist if you push in deep enough, letting them get entirely engulfed in slick folds, before they’re pushed free when her intestines flex.")>>

<<= either("You rub along the rabbit’s womb, gently massaging her tender flesh. She rumbles peacefully, petting you from outside. You share a tender moment together, basking in each other’s close company, but eventually Rylide leaves you to relax without the constant pressure of her paw nudging against your face. You still knead her slick walls to remind her that you’re inside her, though." , "You massage the taur deeply, stretching out to get at every spot you can reach. Her quiet churrs rumble above you, mixing with the subtle slick squelches of her body shifting about to cradle you. You end up bundled amongst her slick flesh, resting in her plushness." , "You relax and rub Rylide’s womb, idly dragging your hand along the squishy, soft pink walls. You can push quite far in, engulfing your arm entirely in plush, wet warmth, until a subtle contraction settles you back in your usual spot. There you stay, swaying within her belly, safe and sound." , "You nuzzle Rylide’s soft pink flesh, basking in the sweet scent of her sex, mingling all around you. It’s a constant reminder of how close she’s got you, and how deep inside her you are. You gently kiss her walls, and are surprised to receive a soft pressure on your head in return. Her paw draws a little heart shape against your face." , "Her soft, pleased huffs grow more frequent if you rub about. She’s going to keep you in there for a long time, if you keep feeling so good in there. <br><br> <<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Mhhhnn...Are you comfy, cutie?\”<</Dialogue>> She says, playing with her belly with her forepaws. You get squeezed and hugged tight, surrounded in utter comfort on all sides." , "The rabbit taur lets out a rather loud moan when you rub about. You press in again, and nearly get squashed, when it brings the taur to her knees. Her heartbeat grows quick, flustered and fluttering all the more when you keep up the pressure.<br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“H-haaahnn...Careful...It’s sensitive…\”<</Dialogue>>" , "Rylide admits having her cervix rubbed from the inside is a strange sensation, but she’s not going to stop you. In fact, when you do stop, she begs you to do it again.")>>

<<= either("You try to thrash about, but Rylide’s intestines are far too tight to let you squirm that much. Instead, you just sort of shimmy about, disturbing the slick walls enough that they clench in tighter." , "A tight squeeze puts a stop to your wriggles, but also manages to shove you forwards a few feet. At least, it felt like a few feet. You couldn’t really tell when everywhere just suddenly became flesh for a while." , "You wriggle, rolling about inside the taur’s intestines. They groan noisily, disturbed from the sudden activity. You can hear Rylide’s soft moan, uncomfortable with your shoving back there. She pats her gut, massaging it between her paws until it placates her belly, in the process mashing your face against the gut walls." , "Squirming through her bowels feels rather demeaning, especially when you can’t even tell if it’s doing anything. Every inch you manage to squeeze through feels more like her intestines are doing all the work. It’s only reinforced when they squeeze in, rough clenches almost feeling like you’re being...processed, in a way. Squeeze. Clench. Knead. Repeat. Again and again and again..." , "You squirm about, pushing against the tight tunnel. You don’t get far before another layer of her intestines stops you. And another. And another. All of them bearing down on you with pressure on all sides.:You wiggle wildly, wearing yourself out mostly. At least her intestines keep you moving even when you’re tired out. They’re never going to stop squeezing you, are they?" , "You struggle against Rylide’s body, clambering forwards in a desperate attempt to speed things along.<br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“You okay in there? You’re near the end, don’t worry.\”<</Dialogue>> Rylide’s voice calls down. You’re not sure if she’s telling the truth or not." , "You kick against the slimy, musky flesh, trying to make some sort of impact against the overbearing pressure all around you. It helps a little bit, causing her gut walls to relax for a little while. You’re left to slither through her bowels at your own pace, then, before the gentle kneading starts back up." , "You squirm and kick against the undulating walls. <br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Woah hey, easy on the bowels! They’re not used to having too much going on in there!\”<</Dialogue>> Rylide moans. You make an effort to wriggle a little less vigorously after that.")>>

<<= either("Squirming against Rylide’s inner walls means you sink deeply into the slick, hot plushness. They form around your shoves, losing you to the tight, hot flesh keeping you trapped in her womb. You make a slight bulge when you kick out, enough for the bunny to notice. She giggles, and squishes you back, letting you tire yourself out." , "You wriggle against Rylide’s womb, but the taur thinks you’re grinding into her. She bounces about, flustered, until you stop squirming. Or at least, that’s what you thought it was, until you notice her weight shifting a little too much, and the wet schlrrk of something on the other side of her cervix. When she moans out, you can feel the rush of her orgasm, shuddering through her core. And now the place stinks of her sex." , "You thrash about when her womb jostles, squeezed and prodded by her forepaws having their fun with you. The more you squirm, the more you encourage her to play with her belly, and massage her filled gut.<br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Having fun in there?\”<</Dialogue>> Rylide teases, jiggling her belly, wobbling you along with it. Squirming against the wet womb walls just means you get coated in the slick stuff. Now all you can smell is Rylide’s sex. More so." , "Stuck in her innermost privates, you make a big deal of squirming about. She notices, and affectionately pats over you. The rabbit enjoys your struggles, finding them pleasant when you stretch out inside her. You can scratch all her delicate itches from in there." , "Scrabbling against the rabbit taur’s cervix doesn’t get you anywhere - the opening’s too tight now. Even with all your squirming, you’re not getting out of there until Rylide’s ready to let you go - if ever.")>>

<<= either("Rubbing along the inner walls of Rylide’s orbs gets your hands coated in thick, sticky cum. More than they were already, from bathing in a pool of it. Rylide’s sac seems to produce more wherever you massage, replacing any that ends up wiped off onto you to maintain a constant tide of cream dripping onto you." , "You wonder aloud just how sensitive Rylide’s sac is, while gently massaging the flesh around you. You make a mental note whenever your surroundings shake, as well as when Rylide gasps or moans." , "You take advantage of your unique position to rub as much of the taur’s orbs as possible, until you end up disoriented and with a fresh coating of cream dripping off your body. It’s worth it, for the taur’s breathless sighs and moans." , "Every massage you give sends Rylide into a horny, whining mess barely containing the urge to let out all the cum sloshing about in there alongside you. At least, that’s what it seems like, with how much of the stuff fills up everything in there." , "Her sac squelches as it shifts, churning about a lot more once you start kneading along the walls. It squeezes you into a tighter ball, and rises the level of seed very rapidly for a few seconds." , "Rylide purrs softly as you rub, returning the favour a few seconds later. <<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Mmhhff, it’s hard to hide you when you keep feeling so good in there, sweetie…\”<</Dialogue>>")>>

<<= either("You squirm as much as you can, but it’s not like there’s any space for you to go anywhere. It pleases her whenever you move, and encourages her to shake you about with more active steps. You end up coated in bunny cum." , "Rylide moans loud enough for you to hear it over the sloshing of her cum. The cream squelches noisily as it coats you, and dunks you beneath the surface. Once you manage to struggle free, it feels like there’s even more cream around you than there was before." , "The walls squeeze in before you can squirm too much, when the taur paws over her sac. You’re pressed between seed-covered walls, with just enough space for your wriggling to feel good for her. <br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Mhhhnn...keep that up sweetie...It’ll be so much more fun letting you out.\”<</Dialogue>> She purrs." , "Rylide grunts softly, calling out to you after you squirm. She asks if you’re okay, but her voice drips with needy lust. <br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Keep squirming like that and you’re getting fired out of there either way…\”<</Dialogue>> She huffs." , "Shoving against Rylide’s sac just means you sink deeper into the heady musk all around you. Her flesh smothers you with fresh cream, and marks you with the scent of sex. You’re gonna smell like bunny cum for weeks." , "With a gentle purr, Rylide adjusts her nuts while you squirm about inside. If anyone got a view of her balls shifting with your bulge, they were too nice to say anything. Probably from how much she looks like she enjoys having someone squirming inside her.")>>

<<= either("After some effort, you manage to bring one of your hands to the tip of Rylide’s cock. Her shaft throbs against your whole body while you rub, hardening at your touch. You squeeze gently, and ride out the massive shudders that follow a second later. She moans loudly, her sheath growing tighter as it flexes in need. Sensitive." , "You’re in the perfect position to tease Rylide’s cock, from base to tip, with a constant onslaught of presses and rubs. You run your hands along her warm flesh, pushing back whenever it throbs. Rylide’s restrained moans can only hold out for so long, when you keep stimulating her. She almost seems disappointed that you stop." , "Despite being stuck against the taur’s member, you focus your efforts on stroking everywhere around it instead. Her sheath is wonderfully soft in its own right, with musky, plush flesh fitting tight around your hand wherever you push. " , "You tend to the rabbit’s inner sheath to a chorus of delighted coos, and a few spurts of pre right from the source of all that musk, where you’d swear you were stroking her off from how she reacted.")>>

<<= either("There’s barely any room to wriggle, but you try your best anyway. Rylide shivers, which in turn shakes you about, and drives you deeper into her musky shaft. You’d better be careful squirming too much - if Rylide gets much more excited, there’s no telling when she’ll finally let you out." , "Your squirming gets little space to move, though you have enough room around your feet to rub them along the very bottom of Rylide’s shaft, deep within her sheath. You press in, earning a very deep purr from above, and a sudden shift in gravity when Rylide’s forelegs buckle beneath her. She staggers to her feet a few seconds later, mumbling something about never being touched there before." , "With so much musk pressed against your face, your mind goes fuzzy, dominated with the constant throb of lust and pleasure. After you finally get a hold of yourself, you’re not sure how much time has passed, or anything else really." , "It’s somewhat awkward to maneuver past the taur’s member, but you manage to squeeze your head into the narrow gap between shaft and sheath, and push back out into fresh air. You’re still stuck, but you’ve got your head free at least, poking out just enough. Not that it lasts long before her paw stuffs you right back in.")>>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 1>><<set $RylideAffection to 1>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> <span id="look"> There's something to be said about accessible architecture with the fact that the car-sized taur can get around easily despite her size. It must be hard keeping track of all that bulk and not bumping into things. That’s probably why she does. Often. She even does it now, absentmindedly shifting her weight and almost bowling you over with her flank. If there was a wall behind you, she could pin you to it easily. And if she did, you don’t think she would be able to see you past her massive haunches. Or her tail. She should really install rear-view mirrors to see what you’re doing back here. </span> ---- <<convo "Admire Rylide's dewlap" look>> The spot where Rylide's upper half meets her taur body has a huge, soft, fluffy dewlap. It looks incredibly soft, making a little extra cushion if you were to rest against her. When she loafs, it makes the spot between her forepaws look incredibly cosy, and when she lays out, it looks like the perfect pillow to rest your head. <<linkreplace "Rest against the fluff" transision>> Rylide is eager to have you close. Any excuse for cuddles gets you pressed into her softness. The dewlap squishes gently around you, warm and inviting and just as cosy as you imagined. She nestles you against her and lowers herself down on top of you, tucking you into the crook of her foreleg when she lays down. You're surrounded in warmth, the hefty weight of the bunny taur looming protectively. You don't know how long you spend pressed up against Rylide, tucked in against her dewlap while she shifts her focus back to what she was doing. She's happy to have you tucked in, cuddling up while she reads. The only reason you're roused out of it is from the low gurgle you hear close to your head. The big bun's been snacking this whole time, you realise, and now it's all being shunted from her upper stomach into her taur half. The burbling gut passes by, separated by layers of plush softness, but still all too clear with your head pressed in against her. If it were something larger - like a prey, for example - would you be able to feel the bulge sinking through? Rylide doesn't even notice, and is more than happy to keep you snuggled in for longer, but eventually you extricate yourself from her hold. You stretch, feeling warm and refreshed.<</linkreplace>> \<<lust Rylide random(-15,-10)>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> <<convo "Look at Rylide's lower belly" look>> Rylide flops onto her side, revealing her cream-coloured underbelly to you. It looks somehow even softer than the rest of her. Getting your face smushed up into it confirms the fact. It’s like nuzzling a cloud. It smells so delicious though, you’re surprised she doesn’t taste of cotton candy when you kiss her belly. You squeeze on her pudge, kneading through her belly fur, much to Rylide’s delight. Her back paws wiggle in the air, while she giggles sweetly. She’s sensitive, even with her massive size. Your hands sink in, smushing through her pudge, met with gentle sighs from Rylide. Her gut groans every so often, riled up by your squeezes, while it works away on the other side of all her fur, fat, and flesh. You lean in, until your weight causes her lower stomach to burble out, going quiet again for a second then erupting as a crass belch. “Mrrph, excuse me…” Rylide blushes. <<AffectionLocked Rylide 2 "-Keep rubbing on her belly-">>[[-Keep rubbing on her belly-->Rylide Look NavelV]] <<cw>>Navel vore<</cw>><</AffectionLocked>> \<<lust Rylide random(5,10)>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> <<convo "Look at Rylide's hindquarters" look>> Looking over Rylide again, your focus quickly falls to quite possibly the fluffiest tailpoof you've ever seen. It certainly accentuates her hindquarters rather nicely... Perhaps you were staring at her tail a little too overtly, but you manage to catch a glimpse of her on full display for a brief second. Her pucker looked bigger than your head, and her nethers just below almost looked like they winked at you. Though as your gaze falls little lower, it turns out she's packing something extra, to your surprise. A sheath and two large orbs hang between her back legs, as a rather masculine addition to her otherwise feminine appearance, swaying slightly before they disappear from view. It's replaced instead by a mass of caramel fur, both in colour and in smell (and, after having your face pressed into by two heavy paws, kinda tastes like it too). She's far softer than she has any right to be, even if she's kinda heavily pressing in on you. Though as you are now. it also means you've got her rather sizeable breasts resting on top of your head. Maybe if you were a little taller it'd be even softer... She giggles, and releases her hold on you, but not before squeezing you even tighter against her midsection. "Careful, cutie. Wandering eyes get you places..." She churrs, her warm, lilting voice almost making you doubt the threat. That had been a threat, right? Even with how sweet she sounded... <<AffectionLocked Rylide 3 ">Ask for a better look">><<LustLocked Rylide 40 ">Ask for a better look">>[[>Ask for a better look->Rylide Look Crotch]]<</LustLocked>><</AffectionLocked>> <</convo>> <<AffectionLocked Rylide 2 "Stare at Rylide's butt">><<convo "Stare at Rylide's butt" look>> You ask Rylide about her rump. She hides her bashful grin at first, but she’s as excited as you are to shove her butt in your face. Her soft haunches swish around, bubbly cheeks jiggling after bouncing in front of you. Her tail tickles at you before raising up, showing off all her supple curves leading into that one all-important spot snug between her cheeks. Her pucker flexes idly, almost as big as your head, flexing idly with powerful muscles. But they relax at your touch, teasing at the warm, musky depths hidden beyond. <<AffectionLocked Rylide 3 "-Explore deeper-">>[[-Explore deeper-->Rylide Look AV]] <<cw>>Anal vore<</cw>><</AffectionLocked>> \<<lust Rylide random(5,20)>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>><</AffectionLocked>> <<convo "Compliment Rylide's tail" look>> To say Rylide’s tail is big is an understatement. It’s a massive ball of adorable cotton fluff! It’s so soft, and it flicks about adorably whenever the taur settles down. Rylide blushes at the flattery, turning around and wagging it in your face. The fluff tickles you, but otherwise the fluffy ball of cotton does its own thing even while you play with it and bat it about. The bunny’s a good sport about it, swishing it about in time with your antics, though she does stop you from nibbling on it. “Ow! Hey, careful! It’s delicate!” She huffs. You apologise and snuggle the massive ball of cloud-like adorableness for a few more minutes. \<<lust Rylide random(-20,-10)>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> <<convo "Look at Rylide's paws" look>> You ask Rylide about her paws, to which she stops and look over herself for while. She wiggles them all in turn, looking over her forepaws before offering them to you. “These things? Wanting them on your face, huh?” She teases. “Or did you want my big hindpaws to inspect?” <span id="paws"><<link "Inspect her forepaws">><<replace "#paws" transition>> It’s not hard to admit that you want Rylide’s forepaws to hug. Who wouldn’t? They’re huge, fluffy, dextrous things that- Mrrrph! One of her paws engulfs your head suddenly, grabbing onto the top of your head with her toes. Despite the tightness, and the fact that Rylide leans some her weight on you, it’s still amazingly comfortable. Not quite “pillows on your face” comfortable, but definitely up there. They’re just the right size to wrap around you completely, without having to stretch too hard or squeeze too much to hold you in place. She keeps you snuggled against the palm of her forepaw for a while, toes wriggling, then slipping down to boop you cutely. While you’re still staggering at no longer having your vision dominated by fur, the taur manages to cuddle you up and pet you repeatedly with her forepaws. At their size, they’re clumsy, but the pets are so very good. They scritch over your cheeks, chin, and everywhere she can reach, only letting you go once she’s turned you into putty beneath her paws - and then a little bit more on top of that. \<<lust Rylide random(5,10)>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Look at her rear paws">><<replace "#paws" transition>> The taur has to roll onto her side so you can get at her hindpaws without the risk of her toppling on top of you. Even then, each one of Rylide’s paws is big enough to bury your upper body in fluff if she rolled back over. Her toes splay, showing off her lack of toe beans. Instead, her whole foot is a mass of feather-soft fur. Running your hand along the bunny’s sole makes her wriggle, holding back giggles. Her toes curl though, squeezing tight until she gets used to your touch. “Enjoying yourself down there? Here, let me help.” She brings her other foot around and squeezes your head between them both, surrounding you in slightly musky fluff. It constantly shifts as the bunny plays with your body. Grinding, squeezing, and plenty of bapping your face with her toes, until you manage to push them away. You spend a few more minutes simply cuddling one of her feet, but soon you have to get off of the taur so she can stand up again. \<<lust Rylide random(5,10)>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</replace>><</link>></span> <</convo>> [[>Shift your focus to Rylide's upper half->Rylide Look Upper]] [[>Back->Rylide Look]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 1>><<set $RylideAffection to 1>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> <span id="look"> When she's standing, your head is pretty much in line with her upper belly. She's a little chubby, with softness ready to rest your weary head on like a pillow. Looking up further two other smaller, but equally as soft pillows are just out of reach, unless she's kind enough to lower down, or when she leans over you. The taur is tall even when she's loafing. She peers down at you with a cute buck-toothed grin. </span> ---- <<convo "Ask for a closer look at her antlers" look>> You ask Rylide about her antlers, reaching up to rub them. The taur shrugs and stretches out, lowering herself down so you can reach more easily. Her blunt antlers poke against your middle, rubbing up until you take them in your hands. She politely asks you to stop after you tap them to see how hard they are, much preferring gentle rubs where you trace their shape from her head to their tips. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“They’re just antlers. Good for poking people and banging on the top of doorways.”<</Dialogue>> She shrugs. Nevertheless, the bunny taur churrs quietly when you keep rubbing them. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Technically it means I’m a jackalopetaur, but bunny sounds so much softer, don’t you agree?”<</Dialogue>> <</convo>> <<convo "Look at her long ears" look>> You take one of Rylide’s long ears in your hands and rub over the velveteen fur. The taur glances down at you, at first thinking you’re tugging on them to get her attention. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Hm? Ooooh…”<</Dialogue>> She sighs and settles back, relaxing as you continue massaging her ear. They twitch every so often, whenever you brush her fur in just the right way, or when you tickle the sensitive inner flesh. Get it just right, and you can watch the shiver run down her spine, ending with a cute flick of her tail. For such a large bunny, she’s easily brought down by a few ear rubs... \<<lust Rylide 15>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> <<convo "Boop her nose" look>> You ask Rylide to lean down for a bit. When she’s in range, you boop her snoot. Her nose wriggles, twitching for a long time afterwards. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Hey…”<</Dialogue>> She huffs, blushing, blowing hot air over your hand. Her nostrils twitch adorably. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Boop!”<</Dialogue>> Rylide giggles, booping you back. With one of her forepaws. Over your whole head. \<<lust Rylide -15>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> <<convo "Look in her mouth" look>> You ask Rylide for a closer look at her mouth <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You know you’re not the first to ask me that. You can just say you want me to eat you!”<</Dialogue>> She teases, snickering to herself for a moment. But then she obliges, greeting you with the sight of her tongue rolling out from her yawning maw. Her breath is warm, huffing gently over you. You can even feel her inhales, tugging you ever so slightly closer to the hot, humid cavern. Her front teeth are large, and a little sharp as you run your hand along. It makes her tongue squirm, pushing up to nudge you away. So you press into the plush muscle instead, squishing in amongst the small puddle of drool that’s started to form. It’s slimy. And thick. It bridges between your fingers even once you’ve stopped, and connects you to her cheek when you try to wipe it off. Her cheeks are surprisingly stretchy, enough that your hand simply sinks in, to be surrounded by hot velvet. Rylide grunts, but doesn’t stop you, even though you can see the deep bulge of your arm pushing out from within her cheek. You’re wet, when you finally pull back. Well-lubed. But you haven’t felt her gullet yet, even though it relaxes right in front of you. The scent of her stomach bubbles up in a small burp. She doesn’t apologise. She’s got her mouth wide open for you. She’s said it herself. If you leaned in, she’d devour you. You gently pat Rylide’s tongue a few more times, then pull your arm free of her maw. She snaps her jaws shut playfully, then kisses your wet hand. “Next time, you won’t be able to resist diving down my gullet, hm?” She winks. <<AffectionLocked Rylide 2 "-Dive in-">>[[-Dive in-->Rylide Look OV 1]]<</AffectionLocked>> \<<lust Rylide 10>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> <<AffectionLocked Rylide 2 "Fail to not stare at her boobs">><<convo "Fail to not stare at her boobs" look>> Rylide lies down for a bit, patting her upper belly to invite you up. You snuggle her upper half, scooting up until your head rests on her chest. She’s warm, and far too soft. You sink into her embrace. You can feel the rabbit’s breath rising and falling, and her heartbeat so close to you. But mostly you just feel her boobs on your face. She peers down at you from over her cleavage. Her eyes are a golden ocean, twinkling in the light. Her boobs are also a golden ocean, soft fur so easy to sink into and become lost in. You nuzzle between her boobs, much to Rylide’s delight. She moans and squeezes her breasts together, surrounding you in her pillowy softness, relenting only when you push against her sides. She giggles, blushing brightly, but tugs you in once more. Rylide drapes her ears over your back, wraps her forepaws around your hips, and her arms around your middle. You’re fully blanketed by her body, with two pillows to rest on. You could just snuggle Rylide for hours... \<<lust Rylide 10>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>><</AffectionLocked>> <<convo "Get closer to her upper belly" look>> The taur’s two stomachs both look so soft, inviting paunch just begging to be cuddled and squeezed. It’s no wonder the bunny loves cuddling so much - she’s got so much cosy cushioning for you to rest against. Any excuse to snuggle you is alright with the bunny taur, especially when you say you want to get a close look at it. You’re smushed face-first into her caramel fur, snug into the fur and fat of her soft gut. You sink into her warmth, suddenly so much more relaxed than you were a second ago. Her fur is too soft to stay tense. You almost feel like you could sink in forever. You can only push in so far before the bulk of her gut smushes back, though. Her stomach sloshes, sinking over you with the weight of whatever’s she’s eaten recently. If she’d eaten someone, you’d have their bulge pushing and squirming against you, while they get churned about by her belly’s powerful contractions. Instead, it just burbles away cosily, sluicing water and air about in low gurgles that slink deeper into the taur’s body. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You could also do a thorough inspection of the inside…”<</Dialogue>> She teases, licking her lip. <<AffectionLocked Rylide 2 "-Get a view of the inside-">>[[-Get a view of the inside-->Rylide Look OV 2]]<</AffectionLocked>> \<<lust Rylide 10>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> <</convo>> [[>Shift your focus to her lower half->Rylide Look Taur]] [[>Back->Rylide Look]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ You haven’t felt her throat thoroughly yet. It wouldn’t be a proper look if you didn’t get to feel it. She’s got her throat open, enough that you can see a good few inches straight down, before it shifts into more slick flesh. Past that, her stomach. You hand rests at the back of her pillow-like tongue for only a moment before instinct kicks in. Her tongue pulls you off-balance, and plunges your hand right into her gullet. She swallows. Despite how open it was a moment ago, her throat suddenly feels tight around your arm, stopping you from pulling away. As if you’d try that. When the pressure relents, you dive down deeper, into the humid depths of her body. You barely catch the corners of Rylide’s mouth turn up in a grin, before your head pushes past her lips. Her tongue cushions your fall, guiding you into centre, than back, to join your arm bulging out her neck. With how much she was drooling before, the taur must have been waiting for this. She ravenously gobbles you down, stuffing you in with plenty of drool keeping you slick as you squirm against her throat muscles. The work in a rhythm, massaging over your hand pushing deeper, relaxing as it works up, and you drop another few inches, then another, until your hand rests against the upper opening of her stomach. It doesn’t push through until a lot more of your weight settles behind it. It’s not until she’s got your legs slipping away past her jaws that your head drops into her forestomach. Warm, slimy stomach folds make a soft landing, if wet. But it’s still cramped for space, even if it’s better than being squeezed down the rabbit’s gullet. You squirm about until her last few swallows let your feet join the rest of you in her belly, and you can finally get comfortable. You sink along her innards, until she rubs over you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Hmmmm, thought so…”<</Dialogue>> She muses, patting her belly a few times. It squeezes, then reverberates with a quiet belch escaping up, muffled slightly by the layers of flesh surrounding you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Huff, excuse me…”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Stomach Down]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ Rylide opens up her maw and drips a single strand of drool over your face. Seems like all your attention to her belly has made her hungry! She lifts you up with her hands and forepaws, sliding you up across her belly and breasts, and stuffs you right between her jaws. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Omnff!”<</Dialogue>> She says playfully, closing her lips around your head. Her tongue is soft, but it’s wet. Her saliva soaks all over your shoulders to help her swallow you down more smoothly. It’d be smoother if it wasn’t so ticklish, lapping everywhere it can reach! Your squirming doesn’t stop her from pushing you deeper, and gulping you down when your head reaches the back of her throat. Her gullet yawns wide before you, stretching even wider when your head is plunged in. It caresses you with pulsing waves of pressure, easing over your head with each gulp slipping you deeper into the taur. Her neck bulges out as more of you gets sent down, showing off her meal if she wasn’t still bundling you up to stuff your hips past her lips. Her heartbeat thrums in your ears almost as much as wet squelches surround you. The outside world grows muffled, when all your senses are overloaded by heat, wetness, and tightness. The warm scent of her innards grows stronger as you get closer to Rylide’s stomach, slightly acidic, but sweeter than most predators. That doesn’t make her throat any less constricting. You squish through the upper sphincter and into her belly, where the smells of her gut grow far stronger - but not entirely unpleasant. It’s a cosy kind of slick, tight, sac. One that you know belongs to probably the softest pred you can find. She guides your head along the lower curve of her stomach with one paw while the other pokes your feet down the rest of the way into her throat, fully claiming you for your ‘inspection’. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Make sure to give everywhere a thorough squeeze…”<</Dialogue>> She says once your feet join the rest of you sitting in her belly. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmhhhnn...And I’ll give you plenty of squeezes right back…”<</Dialogue>> Her gut churns, fitting tight around you for a few seconds. She’s already used to your weight bouncing in her engorged tummy, hefting you about with her hands and letting you drop once you start squirming too much. The constant internal massage continues for several minutes, eventually ending with a few choice pats to your head through her pudge. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Stomach Down]]

He's already following along behind you. You can feel him staring at your butt. <<set $companion to "None">><<set $PhiraeLocation to "Mitiene - C">>Phirae says goodbye and heads back to the centre of town. ---- <<link ">Back" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<set $companion to "None">><<set $RylideLocation to "Library Study Room">>Rylide says goodbye and heads back to where she was before. ---- <<link ">Back" $partyLocation>><</link>>

Affection Lvl 1: Talk or Look Affection Lvl 2: Pet or Flirt or Talk about vore Affection Lvl 3: Any Submit/Talk Vore Scene Affection Lvl 4: Affection Lvl 5: Favour: Satchel Reward: Extra Collar

Affection Lvl 1: Talk or Look Affection Lvl 2: Feed Rylide/Get eaten Affection Lvl 3: Full tour/Look Lewd Affection Lvl 4: Affection Lvl 5:

<<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> <<Dialogue Rylide>>"Hello!"<</Dialogue>> She makes a cute bunnyface like :B because she has a cute bunny face She gives you a Taur Transport Ticket! You add it to your satchel. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"Come and ask me for a ride sometime if you want to use it!"<</Dialogue>> She beams. She nudges you out of the study room so she can focus again, but she wouldn't mind the distraction if you came back. ---- [[>Back->Library]] <<silently>><<set $RylideMet to true>><<set $RylideQuest to 10>><</silently>>

You ask Phirae if there's anything you can do for him. He wants you to grab a coffee for him

Asking someone if they’re hungry isn’t exactly your smoothest opener, but it gets the point across. The bunny taur smiles softly, and pulls you close. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Well, I might be a little bit…”<</Dialogue>> Rylide clutches you to her front, burying your face in her soft forestomach. It suddenly gurgles, bassy rumblings beneath her fur and pudge. It’s the smaller of her two stomach, but it still sounds so powerful. And ravenous. She pulls you away from it a moment later, and picks you up. She’s stronger than she looks, if she can scoop you up so easily. It makes for rather soft cuddles when she hugs you again. You relax and sink into her cuddling, snuggling against the soft taur for a few minutes. It’s interrupted by a wash of hot air over your head. She’s opened up her maw right in front of you, tilting her head back and leaving you staring right past her jaws, over her tongue, and down her throat. It looks tight. And wet. The bunny drools plenty, but her mouth smells sweet despite it - almost as if she’d been eating some candy before you’d found her. With how sweet the rest of the taur smells, you’re hardly surprised even her insides smell nice. A moment later your suspicions are confirmed, when her mouth engulfs your vision. A hand on the back of your head nudges you forward, squelching your face into her slimy tongue. You squirm when the hot, slimy muscle licks over you, but it just encourages more licks. <span id="RylideSubmitOV1"></span> \<span id="choices"Lean in? <<link "Yes">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitOV1" transition>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmnnhh...Delicious…”<</Dialogue>> The taur talks with her mouth full of you, bouncing you against her tongue and teeth. She takes her time devouring you. She’s savouring you, letting your flavours dance on her taste buds. You might just be a snack for a taur as large as her, and one that so easily ended up in her jaws, but that doesn’t make you any less special. Glrk. Your head pushes into her throat, and your shoulders follow through immediately after. Her powerful muscles drag you into her tight gullet, barely giving you time to gasp before your entire upper body is smothered in heat. The rabbit’s maw closes around your waist, suckling on you like a lollipop. Actually, considering how deep you’re stuffed down her throat and her soft moans, perhaps like something completely different. Her tongue curls beneath your belly, slick drool running along your chest. Another gulp, and your hips are past her lips. Rylide’s hand rests on her neck, feeling your wriggling bulge from outside. She pushes in slightly, smothering you in slick muscle before she swallows, pushing you deeper and losing you in her chest. The muscles ahead of you relax barely enough for you to slip down, each time slipping a little deeper, closer to her stomach. You can hear her heart beating as you slip past. A deep, calming throb mixing with the rest of the organic burbling and wet squelching all around you. The shift in gravity slides you deeper into the rabbit’s gullet. After a soft gulp, you can feel her tongue on your crotch, pressing up between your legs, curling all the way around your rump. She’s so tender as she licks, tasting over you once more. Every time she swallows you bounce on her tongue. But eventually her tongue gives way to her throat, compressing your hips just as much as the rest of you. You thighs pressed together, legs kicking free in the air, both of them are slurped up easily, and brought into the wet heat within the rabbit taur. Slrrrrp… Down you go, the rest of the way down her esophagus, what little distance there is before your head breaches into her stomach. You flinch with the sudden rush of warm air and thick scent, but it’s far more agreeable than you were expecting. Not quite as sweet as outside of the taur, but far sweeter than the average gut. It’s a strange combination, being stuffed into a tight, squishy sac, but being in a room that smells like caramel. It reminds you of a baker’s kitchen, though thoughts of cooking and processing aren’t the most reassuring when you’re inside another being’s stomach. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Don’t worry, you’re perfectly safe in there.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide’s soft voice is muffled through her flesh. You can feel her patting her gut just fine, though. She traces little circles over the bulge in her forestomach, eventually drawing a little heart shape into her middle. You rest a hand on her slimy stomach walls, patting back against the inside of her belly, before squirming about and eventually getting yourself into a comfortable position that isn’t squeezed too tight. With her belly constantly shifting and churning, that’s easier said than done. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Stomach Down]] \<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "No">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitOV1" transition>> You squirm against her, pushing off her chest. As soft as the taur may be, you’re not about to go diving down her throat right now. Rylide closes her mouth abruptly and puts you down. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Sorry!”<</Dialogue>> She apologises with a blush, and offers you soft cuddles for a little while longer. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You just smelled so delicious, I needed a taste.”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Back->Rylide]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

You kneel down before the rabbit taur, making yourself smaller by her side. She pulls you in against her feral chest with barely a thought, until you pipe up with the offer of slipping inside her somehow. She hmms, leaning back and giving you a look over… The rabbit taur bites her lip and glances away, hiding her face behind one of her long ears. You can still see her blush, and a shy smile. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Oh, what to do with you…”<</Dialogue>> She coos, fidgeting on her forepaws for a moment. Then she turns around with a little bounce, shaking her fluffy tail at you. She fidgets again, but her back half raises up until her haunches are suddenly right at head-height. Beneath her tail, her pucker and nethers greet you, both large and inviting… The sudden forwardness isn’t lost on the taur, but she considers it fair game. You did submit to her after all, and she’s in the mood for some worshipping back there. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Pick one and get your face in deep.”<</Dialogue>> She purrs, swishing her tail about just enough for you to catch a glimpse of her smirk. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“...Please?”<</Dialogue>> Her look softens, her blush creeping back onto her cheeks. <span id="RylideSubmitAVUB"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Delve into her pucker">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitAVUB" transition>> You take a few seconds before pushing in between the bunny’s ass cheeks. You pry them apart, sinking your fingers into her doughy flank. It makes her butthole stretch, too, flexing when your breath is close enough to tickle her. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Hey, it’s sensitive!”<</Dialogue>> She whines, while rocking her hips from side to side. Just a little more invitation for you. You press in fully, falling into her pillow-like pucker. It’s so soft, flesh melding around your feature, smothering you in her natural scent. It’s strong, with your nose digging right into the source of it all, but it’s almost intoxicatingly good. And the taur knows it, pressing her weight back against your head. Her relaxing hole spreads beneath you, letting you sink deeper than you were expecting. Your world suddenly becomes a wall of pink. Rylide shifts back, sitting over your head. The movement it simple, swift, and stuffs you deep into her butthole. Her pucker settles over your head, slipping over your eyes, your cheeks, your ears, all smothered in musky flesh that clenches several times before it slips past the back of your head, down your neck, and you finally push all the way into her rectum. Her bowels are swelteringly hot, heat from the taur’s core almost making it look like her insides are shifting in heat waves. Really, it’s her guts shifting and tensing, alternating between squeezes on your face, but the illusion is convincing. And tight. Slimy musk clings to you, like a natural lube coating your head. But the musk is sweet, and far more agreeable than it should be for where you are. Her tailring rests on your shoulders for a moment, squeezing on your neck ever so slightly. It relaxes and slides back over the back of your head when Rylide sits up slightly, with a few squeezes and shuffles that grind your face into her inner walls. With you properly aligned she lowers herself down once more, all the way to your hips pressing into her backside. She does it a few more times, until you feel like you’re being used as a toy. It’s not much better that you can hear the rabbit taur’s quiet moans, even through all the flesh cocooning your upper half. Her weight slips lower each time she pumps over you, marking your progress inside with soft clenches of her anus. Eventually it slipping over your hips, squeezing on you a few times before Rylide sits down fully. Her weight shoves you deeper, sliding over your legs, until all that’s left are your toes free of the sweltering heat of her bowels. Her insides clench, pulling you up off the ground, and seals you away behind her anus. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Haahhn...Sorry, I had a little bit more fun back there, but you’re just the right size.”<</Dialogue>> She giggles, leaning over to pat her flank. You can barely feel the motion beneath the rest of the pressure squeezing over you. You’re forced so deep, you can barely feel the inside of the taur’s pucker anymore. Perhaps it’s just lost with the tight flesh cocooning you completely. You kick a little, trying to make space and shimmy back, but Rylide’s guts clench tighter. It’s worrying how easily it pulls you deeper into her colon… <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Don’t go squirming too much back there! I’m sensitive, and if you try and wriggle deeper you might be going for a long ride...”<</Dialogue>> Her bowels relax, kneading the other way, until you come to a stop back in her rectum. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“And warn me before you start trying to wriggle out!”<</Dialogue>> Her butt clenches, probably a reflex from the taur remembering an embarrassing time. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Rectum Up]] \<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>>\ \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Nuzzle into her pussy">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitAVUB" transition>>You gulp, before kneeling down between the taur’s hind legs. The scent of her sex grows stronger you as you get closer, sweet and fragrant with her nectar. Her folds glisten, wet to the touch when you stroke along the ridge. You tease them apart, revealing the soft pink within. Her insides look so soft, but tight, even with a snatch her size. You can’t resist, and plunge two fingers into her sex. They slip in easily, stretchy flesh fitting perfectly around them both, but relaxed for them to disappear entirely inside and rub along her inner walls. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mhhnn, there we go... Don’t be shy…”<</Dialogue>> The taur moans softly. Her weight shifts forward first, then once your hand drops away from her pussy, she sits back until all you can see is a mass of white fur, and the rabbit taur’s sex inches from your face. You both pause for a moment, waiting for the other to make the first move. Rylide gets impatient first and follows through, squatting down suddenly. Her netherlips press into your lips, grinding over your face with the sudden pressure of slick, needy passion. It’s not long before the taur’s pleasure gets the better of herself, and you’re subject to the massive bunny’s weight crashing down on top of you. Luckily, you’re perfectly lined up between her thighs, to be shoved head-first up her vagina. Lucky for her, at least. You’ve got to deal with the sudden crushing tightness of the taur’s nethers clenching around your chest, twitching and squeezing whenever your head grinds against a particularly sensitive spot. Her slick walls feed you deeper in until you’re pressing into a harder wall, unyielding flesh stretching when you bump against her cervix. You’ve been stuffed well beyond your hips already, with nothing but your lower legs poking out from the rabbit taur’s netherlips. And even those are hidden by her butt, completely losing you if any onlooker were to glance over. That is, until her insides bear down a little, and the taur raises up, dropping your feet back to the ground. You barely manage to get your footing before you’re buried back into the rabbit’s snatch, stuffed in no matter how you wriggle. It only encourages her to hove you deeper, no matter how much you fill her. A coating of rich nectar drenches your body, marking you with the stench of sex. You’d stink of the taur for hours if you manage to squirm all the way out of her. You don’t have to worry about that though, when the entrance to Rylide’s womb relaxes around your head. A single contraction is all she needs to drag you into the intimate chamber, pulling you into her womb and sealing you away behind her pussy lips. Your toes disappear with a squish, leaving you with no trace for the outside world beyond a slight bulge if you push against her smooth inner walls. You curl up in Rylide’s womb, and gently rub against one side. It’s nice, a safe, intimate spot deep inside the taur. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I’ll carry you around for a little bit.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide coos. You can hear her forepaws patting where you are. “Just give a wriggle and a shout when you want out. If you ever do.” She giggles. She must know how warm and safe and soft it is in there. You sink against the plush flesh, and settle down to relax for a while. You can worry about the outside world later. Right now, your world is the bunny taur, and all the soft gurgles of her body around you. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Womb]] \<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Neither">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitAVUB" transition>>You step back, stumbling over the rabbit’s back paws. You tell her that it wasn’t really what you had in mind, though you appreciate the offer. Her tail flits down over her privates rather quickly. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Oh, uh...Some other time then.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide huffs. Her blush glows on her cheeks, but it only lasts a few moments before she’s relaxed and offering you cuddles instead. ---- [[>Back->Rylide]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 2>><<set $RylideAffection to 2>><</if>><</silently>>\ You catch the taur’s attention with a cough, and ask her if she up for anything fun with you. Emphasis on “fun”. She realises what you’re implying after a few seconds, pulling you close while she decides what she’s going to do with you… You stand there with open arms in front of Rylide for a few more seconds, almost feeling awkward, when she loops her forepaws over your back. She pulls you in for a hug, right into her cozy soft underbelly. Her creamy fur is soft, you could almost sink into it. In fact, you do, when you’re pressed by her paws on your back. Her pudge shifts, squashing around your head, like you’ve just been dunked into a wall of furry, warm jelly. It’s so much better than that simile sounds. Her powerful heart beat thrums in the corner of your perception, deep, relaxing beats drumming deep beneath her flesh. The longer you’re pressed against her, the more you can make out the sounds of her internals - her bellies gurgling in different ways, bubbling from one to the other, and slodging down, deeper into her core. You stay cuddled against the taur’s body for a few minutes, rubbing your head in with little nuzzles and occasionally petting along her gut, to knead her soft underbelly. In return, her wide paws squeeze on your back, clutching you tight, while she pets your head and scratches behind your ears. An even trade, where both of you can relax in each other's embrace. Eventually her grasp lessens, and she lets you free after a final affectionate squeeze. ---- [[>Back->Rylide]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 2>><<set $RylideAffection to 2>><</if>><</silently>>\ Before you can even offer yourself to the bunny, she’s scooped you up and pulled you against her forestomach. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I can tell what that look is…”<</Dialogue>> She coos, licking her lips slowly. Oh, she’s got an idea already… Rylide’s smile suddenly turns to a smirk, but that’s all you can see before you’re overwhelmed by a wave of soft white fur. She bounds on top of you, pushing you to the ground and pinning you beneath her lower half. It should be too heavy, with how big the taur is, but she’s so soft and fluffy it just feels like you’re under the covers of a warm, fluffy bed. One that churrs and giggles, and smothers you entirely beneath her bulk. Your squirming doesn’t get you far. Every time you shove up, the bunny’s belly is more than eager to push back, and sink over your arms when you push them in her bulk. Her pudge shifts, soft flab enveloping you as well as her luscious, creamy fur, draping over you from head to toe when the rabbit shifts. Pomf. You’d almost be annoyed, if it wasn’t like being sat on by a cloud. After some time you wriggle towards the side, freeing your arms enough to pat at the rabbit’s gut. Digging in, dragging yourself along, eventually you get your head out from beneath her. She notices you when you gasp for air, and kick at her lower belly. Bad idea. She grins again, and simply shifts under, trapping you in her clutches once more. You’re not sure how long you spend beneath the rabbit taur. When she finally gets up, she pulls you to your feet and pats you down, making sure you’re okay. She leans down and kisses on the top of your head, with satisfied nodding. ---- [[>Back->Rylide]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ You grab Rylide’s forepaw and stuff it into your mouth. Her paws are thick, enough to bulge out your cheeks, then your gullet when you swallow. She wiggles her toes inside you, pressing out against the tight flesh. She stops you from working your way up her leg, flexing and slowly dragging the paw back up your throat, now coated in drool. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mhhn, you know I’m not going to fit in you. Besides, you’ve got to start with the back paws, let me show you…”<</Dialogue>> Rylide hums, hoisting you into the air for a moment before she flops onto her back. You land on her, face pressed into her feral chest, and your feet dangling somewhere wet and warm. A powerful swallow pulls them deeper, sliding you over her fur. Your lower half up to your thighs lies beyond the taur’s lips. Your hips follow suit a second later, dragged in when she starts nibbling on your rump. Her dull teeth knead over your thighs and butt, while her tongue licks rapidly along the space between them both. You gasp out, hit by a wave of pressure and teasing. Rylide takes advantage of that to swallow you down further, propelling you most of the way into her gullet with another few gulps. Her neck muscles work over your legs, guiding them into her forestomach, until you’re just your head and arms dangling free of Rylide’s maw. You struggle, but you’re held too tight by the undulating wall of flesh. It’s too slick to get a foothold, and shifts too easily to bulge out at the base of her neck. Her lips curl upwards in a smile, before her tongue reaches out, and slips over your face. Darkness. Wetness. Heat. Pressure. She tugs your head into her mouth, washing the sweet scent of her breath over the back of your head, before slurping you down the rest of the way. Your arms flail before they disappear down her gullet, losing you for a short moment as you slip down the rest of the way to curl up as a bulge in her gut. She pats her distended belly, squeezing you affectionately. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Ahhh...See? Like that.”<</Dialogue>> She giggles. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Stomach Down]]

<<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> You climb up onto her back, only to be stopped by one of her forepaws grabbing you. She summarily tosses you onto your back, steps over you, and wraps your face up in her paw. Her toes squish around your face, gripping you tight. If Rylide wasn’t so soft and fluffy, it’d be a worse punishment. As it is, it’s more of a mild inconvenience. It becomes more of an issue when she slides you back, beneath her gut, then suddenly drops all of her weight on top of you. There, you’re forced face to face with Rylide’s navel, pressed so deep into her pudge you half feel like you’re going to pop through her gut and end up in her stomach somehow. Finally, after you’ve shoved against her lower belly enough, she fishes you out from underneath her. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Who said you could climb up there, hm?”<</Dialogue>> She nudges you with one of her toes on your chest. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Ask, next time.”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Back->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideQuest to 20>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ You try to climb up on Rylide’s back, accidentally stepping on her paw to do so. She yelps, flinching. She leans in close, brow furrowed. Before you know it, you’re shoved down to the floor with a paw on your chest. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Well, if you’re going to be an ass like that…”<</Dialogue>> Rylide huffs, staring down at you before that view is replaced by her underbelly. Then her crotch. Then her tailhole, flexing above you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You can spend some time in mine!”<</Dialogue>> You don’t have time to move out of the way before she drops down. Her pucker lands square on your face. You’re squashed beneath the pressure for barely a moment - with nowhere else for you to go, you’re forced right up the taur’s butt. Her ass clenches around your face, greeting you into the musky, tight place. Even as her tailhole stretches around your body, it never once lets up from constantly squeezing your body, stopping you from struggling beyond futile wriggles. You keep squirming anyway, even when she’s sat down all the way. She’s got your hips rubbing against the inside of her hole, and slipping deeper with every contraction around you. It’s methodical, almost ravenous. But you can still tell the rabbit’s taking perverse pleasure in shoving you up there. Having you fill her butt improves her mood dramatically. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Nnhnn...You can come out after you apologise…”<</Dialogue>>She clenches a few times around you. Your musky prison groans, fitting tight, dragging you in a little ways from the exit. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“...Or you can just keep squirming, that’s good too…”<</Dialogue>> Her bowels relax, content that you’re properly sealed away in her rump. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Rectum Locked]] \<<silently>> <<set $internalTimer to 0>> <</silently>>

<<= either("Her intestines are a slow, but cozy ride. Everywhere is just so plush, so warm, so comforting. You have no idea how long you’ll be in here, but you can already feel relaxation tugging at the edges of your consciousness. Your eyelids start to feel heavy, until you’re drifting off to sleep, with a lullaby of gurgles.<br><br>Slip, slide, schlrrk. You’ve gotten so used to the noises by now, you’re almost zoned out. It’s hard not to, when you’re endlessly processed and shoved along. When it’s always so hot, you’re not sure what’s coating you. You almost forget you’re not food, when they squeeze you so tight. You’re just...So tight...So hard to stay awake…" , "As slow as Rylide’s intestines are, you can at least speed up the process by helping it along. Even then, it still takes plenty of time for her to savour your squirms, though she’s somewhat alarmed by just how fast you’re making progress through her body.<br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“H-hey, careful not to go too fast, or you’ll slip all the way out of there!\”<</Dialogue>> She giggles, before a tight clench wraps you up in intestinal flesh. Okay, she’s not that alarmed really.")>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Rectum Down]]

You only just realise what’s ahead of you if you keep heading lower, and hastily start squirming backwards through Rylide’s intestines. It takes some effort, but you manage to change direction in one of the twists in Rylide’s guts. She groans in discomfort when you stretch it out, but she’s understanding when you start wiggling back up the rabbit taur’s bowels. You call out to the rabbit, pushing against her intestinal walls. Once you’ve got her attention, she helps to guide you backwards through her bowels, squeezing you tighter, but they manage to shift you back through the long slog of her guts back towards her stomach. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Taur Stomach Up]]

You groan loudly when a sudden squeeze of Rylide’s guts stops you in your tracks, reversing all the progress you’ve made in the past while. The bunny taur apologises, apparently only just having noticed you’re trying to squeeze through her intestines. With her body actively aiding you, progress through her guts is swift. After so long deep in the rabbit’s guts, you feel like you’re in a daze. Or a haze. Both. There’s so much heat, so much musk, so much...flesh. It rolls, smothering all your senses again. It just goes on forever… Or rather, exactly as long as that took, because you’re nearly at the end. Her stomach’s growl is so close! With a renewed burst of energy, you find yourself slipping through Rylide’s intestines at remarkable speed. Each shove against the slimy, wrinkled walls sends you foot after foot deeper into her depths, until you’re sure you’re close to stomach. Just a little further to go… ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Taur Stomach Up]]

After Rylide nudges on your bulge with a paw, she queries why you’re trying to crawl through her intestines backwards. Unable to give a proper answer, you end up slipping back down towards the rabbit’s butt once more. It doesn’t take much effort to reverse your direction. A gentle nudge at her guts, and they resume their normal process, pushing you down towards the taur’s butt. With the repetitive wave of guts kneading around you, and the soft lullaby of her bowels squelching and gurgling, you accidentally fall asleep somewhere in Rylide’s intestines. By the time you wake, you’ve managed to slip most of the way back down through her guts. As in, you’ve ended up back in her rectum, pressed up against her pucker once more. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Rectum Down]]

After stimulating Rylide so much, it’s only a matter of when she’ll let you out. She’s been sporting an erection for some time now, after all your rubs and squirms, and it’s not about to stop any time soon. Not until she’s dealt with it. And that’s your ticket out, riding the large taur’s orgasm - and hoping she’s not even hornier afterwards. It seems to be working though, since your gentle rubs earns a soft, strained moan from above. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You’re making it really hard to resist right now…I think it’s time I let you out with a bit of fun.”<</Dialogue>> The taur murmurs, gently squeezing on you from outside. Her heavy paws rub over you a few times, while her breath quickens. Her lust builds, until you can hear the faint squelch of her paw stroking along her dick. Every time she brushes down, her paw nudges against her orbs, and presses in on you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Don’t stop squirming in there, else you might end up stuck inside for even longer!”<</Dialogue>> She moans, shifting about to lay on her back. Your weight sags her balls, your size bulging them out with the obvious sign that they’re full of prey. Your squirms grind against her crotch, and get squeezed between her thighs, when you’re not fondled by her forepaws directly. At one point, you’re hefted up, held aloft in her large paws for a few second until your shifting weight slips you free and bounces you back onto her hips. Rylide gasps in pleasure. And does it again. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mrrrff, keep that up I’m almost there!”<</Dialogue>> Rylide huffs, stroking more fervently. The movements keep jostling you while she tugs on her dick, sloshing the cum inside and never giving you a moment to adjust. It also means you end up grinding against the sac walls constantly. Which is just what Rylide needs to push her over the edge. You’re suddenly squeezed tight, as her balls tighten. All the available space disappears, dunking you under the surface, flooding everything with white. The pressure grows immense, and shows no signs of stopping. She’s cumming. The rush of movement comes in waves. A squeeze pushes you up, and all of a sudden you can’t even wriggle anymore. Powerful muscles ripple along your body, ejecting you forwards faster than you can think. You can’t breathe, there’s too much cum, and too much flesh. Then suddenly, there’s air. Your bulge rockets up the length of her shaft, the tip of her cock spreads around you, and her orgasm frees you from her depths in a lewd, wet schlrrrrrk. She thrusts with each wave of pleasure, squirming on the ground and humping at the air. The force oozes you out of her dick and onto her lower belly alongside sprays of cum forced out around you. Rylide’s climax doesn’t stop immediately after you’re pushed out, though. Huge swathes of cum paint over you, of all the seed you’d been sitting in before. It rains down with each thrust, landing on her lower half when it isn’t fired off directly into your face. Even outside of the taur, there’s no chance of you avoiding getting cum all over you. It doesn’t stop until she’s coated in milky bliss, dripping off of both of you into warm pools. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Haaaaah...Phew, that was good…We’ve got to do that again soon...”<</Dialogue>> Rylide huffs softly, and tugs you into a hug. The unmistakable scent of musk is everywhere. You get the feeling it’ll linger for a long time. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

With all the internal stimulation, Phirae can't hold on anymore. The walls around you clench in tight, tugging in and up and tensing with unmistakable desire. The cat shivers, mewls, bucks his hips, and cums so hard you're shunted up through the exit and out. Waves of his seed barely squeeze past with you blocking his orgasm, worked up bit by bit with needy, pulsing throbs until you slip out from the tight slit. The cat's toes curl in a mix of bliss and overstimulation, all his collars jingling with the next few weak thrusts to help push you out. You gasp in the fresh air, dripping with Phirae's cum, and collapse on top of him, smearing his fur with the stink of his lust. Inch by inch, his prolonged climax sets you free with a slow rippling of his shaft up over your body. But they don't push you out all the way. His cock still throbs and sucks on your lower legs when the waves slow down, but they're too weak to drag you back in. You stay like that for a while, panting and trying to catch your breath while Phi's sinking into the afterglow. He's just as exhausted as you are just from getting you halfway out. Eventually you pull free, to a new wave of purrs from the overexcited feline. He mewls again with another weak spurt of leftover cream spilling onto his belly, to mix with the streaks of it already soaking in. He giggles, and nuzzles in to lick up some of his cum that drips from you. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Promise to do that again, and I'm shoving you right back inside...just as soon as I catch my breath..."<</Dialogue>> He purrs. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae]] \<<silently>><<set $PhiraeLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

With the taur’s cock pinning you in place, it’s an arduous task to wriggle yourself free, at least enough that your can get your face out of her sheath. When you can take a breath that isn’t completely saturated with bunny taur musk, you call out to the taur. She’s no doubt noticed all your squirming, but that’s not why you shouted for her. It’s to stop her from stuffing you right back in instead. You can tell she’s debating it with herself from how her forepaw hovers right in front of you. Eventually she sighs, bringing her paw below you and gently squeezing on her sheath. The pressure slips you out little by little, but also makes sure you get pressed tight against her length every step of the way. “Mnnhnnn, almost as good as when you were trapped in there…” The bunny murmurs, while your hips slip past the tip of her dick. You grind on her on the way past, with nowhere else for it to go aside from grinding right between your legs. By the time you’ve got your legs out of her, you smell rather obviously of bunnies and sex. No prizes for anyone guessing where you’ve been, then. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

You’re careful not to rub against Rylide’s cock too much as you squirm towards the opening of her sheath. Your lengthy stay stuck against it while it was erect was enough for one time. She’s sensitive after her latest orgasm though, and makes it known with loud moans. You manage to wriggle your arms free before the rabbit gets any other ideas, bracing yourself against the lip of her sheath to pull yourself up. From the way she squeaks, you’re lucky she’s not getting hard already. The fresh coating of cum helps lube your escape, which is well worth the extra streaks of white that mark you with her scent. But her sheath hardly wants to let you go. The musky flesh clings to your body, like a possessive hug. She’s rather good at those. “Mmmhhnn...I should keep you down there more often, sweetie.” Rylide murmurs, idly rubbing at the side of her plump sheath - completely ignoring that she’s grinding your legs against her shaft in doing so. “You can get those deep itches that always need scratching…” You’re left waist deep in her sheath for a few seconds, with an alarming pressure starting to swell beneath you. Yep. She’s getting hard again. But instead of sealing you away, the growing pressure pushes up from beneath and forces you the rest of the way out, stopping once your feet slip free and the tip of her cock follows suit a moment later. The bunny giggles and kisses it against the bottom of your feet, playfully grinding into them. “I bet it was as fun for you as it was for me. You’re more than welcome to help me out again. I’ll keep you in there for even longer, next time.” She promises. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

You rub along the tip of Rylide’s flaccid cock, but the real fun place to rub isn’t on the outside. Even in her sheath, there’s somewhere much more sensitive to massage. You bring your hand to the taur’s cumslit, and gently ease a digit inside. Immediately your surroundings get tighter, from her shaft growing very excited. You push in deeper and plunge in as deep as you can manage before you lose your chance. Your hand squelches deep, out of sight, into the tighter, slicker grip of her urethra. With her cock swelling fast, there’s barely any time to work your other arm in alongside the first before her cocktip engulfs your head. Though you’d gotten used to the intense musk of her sheath, it’s renewed once more as you’re stuffed down her shaft, with the promise of more to come, on your short trip towards her balls. You can feel her lust building around you, with waves of pre slithering past you. It lubes you up and makes it easier for Rylide’s ravenous member to swallow you up. You’re propelled along by the contractions, pulling you deeper faster than her erection can grow and push you free from her sheath - never once giving you a taste of fresh air. The overpowering scent of cum grows stronger as you plunge into the lewd depths of the bunny’s balls. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Balls]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

<<= either("It suddenly gets tighter in your already-tight pouch, from Rylide’s sheath flexing around you. You’re pressed against her flaccid shaft, then back against the slick wall behind you. Squirming either way sends you into another wave of flexing pressure, that threatens to pin you in place if it teases her too much." , "You’re jostled every time Rylide hops about, constantly threatening to smother you in musky flesh. Little helps, even bracing yourself against her cock or the walls surrounding you. They both fight to see which one can assault you with stronger musk.<br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Hanging on in there?\”<</Dialogue>> Rylide’s paw presses up from below you, rubbing her sheath as if you weren’t there. <<Dialogue Rylide>>\“You feel so good pressed against me, you’re going to stay there for a long time…\”<</Dialogue>>" , "You suddenly find out what it feels like to have an entire taur’s weight come crashing on top of you when Rylide lays down. She probably looks totally innocent, her legs all tucked in underneath her body like a loaf. Completely hiding her plump sheath squashed beneath her bulk, and you trapped in the middle of it all. Once she finally gets back up, you take a deep sigh of relief that floods your senses with fresh musk." , "An idle shift in her weight squeezes you between her legs. It’s an intimate moment, just you, her, and the intense pressure crushing your face to the side of her cock." , "You can tell when Rylide’s thinking horny thoughts, because her erection starts to press against you on the way past. Nudging it away hardly helps. There’s nowhere else for it to go. The extra stimulation probably doesn’t help, either. You get the sinking feeling that’s exactly what she’s thinking too, as a thick drop of precum spreads over you.")>> <<if $RylideLust is 100>><<replace "#exits" transition>>[[>Make her cum->Rylide Balls Climax Out]]<</replace>>

Rylide’s cock jumps at the stimulation, pushing against your hands while your rub. And then it throbs again, pushing a little harder this time. It swells up fast, taking up far too much space and shoving you into the sheath walls. The softness at your back does little to help the growing hardness grinding against your front. One moment Rylide’s idly humping against you while thinking dirty thoughts, the next you’re getting intimately familiar with what ideas she’s thinking of. Simply having you down there is enough to get her excited. Rylide’s growing erection holds you in place while it slips free of her sheath. You thought it was a tight fit before, with her shaft nudging against you all the time, but now you’re completely stuck in place, barely able to wriggle. Even less so than before. Her shaft grows at an alarming rate, giving you no time to avoid your sudden musky fate. You’re stuck between her hard flesh and the softer sheath walls, pinned by the throbbing meat and rubbed along the walls as it grows to its full length. You make a slightly bigger bulge from being pressed into her sheath so hard. It barely gives way, but the velvety softness is welcome contrast to the taur’s cock. Both are far too musky, though. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Sheath Erect]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Welcome to THETA">><</silently>>\ Welcome to the Twine remake of THETA, very much still in production I'm redoing a bunch of core concepts based on what's hopefully more fun, and what Twine is good at vs what Quest was good at. Quest was annoying to wrangle for a lot of things - Not least for trying to wrangle its UI - That I'm hoping that moving to Twine will allow me to change or sidestep altogether. Though one thing I've noticed so far is that Quest was actually really good at handling inventory and putting objects in other objects. And boy wouldn't that be handy for vore. As such, Inventory system is broken, I'll have to come up with a new way of handling things how you can pick up stuff, when/how you can use(read:swallow) them. Which also extends to prey. On the other hand: dialogue, choices, and general textual niceties are SO much sleeker in Twine. There's a sidebar! With options! You can change the font and it's size and change game options! And being HTML based means no awkward program to download and break things when it updates. Plus that means this is mobile-friendly, go enjoy this game with one hand, eh? Anyway, since I'm sure a lot of you will have just skimmed all that, here's the important thing in bold: <h1>CHECK OUT THE SETTINGS MENU ON THE SIDEBAR FOR SOME IMPORTANT THINGS BEFORE YOU START!</h1> <span class="centred">Current Cheats: LUSTDRAFT COLDSHOWER LOVEPOTION</span> <<link "Pass the time">><<time 15>><</link>> ---- [[>Start Game->Start Game]] [[Dialogue Test]] [[Vore Test]] <<silently>> <<set $partyLocation to "Temporary Start">> <</silently>>

You offer yourself up to Phirae, spreading your arms in front of him. He grins and settles in against your front, purring and clutching your middle. He purrs cutely, eyes shut and tail swishing behind him, breaking up the low rumbles with the jingling of his collars. You both stay like that for a while, until he pushes off you, and leans up to give you a soft kiss on the cheek. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Thanks for that."<</Dialogue>> he smiles, before he pauses and glances over you. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Maybe when I'm more in the mood I'll do something a little more fun..."<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Back->Phirae]]

\<<set _talk to random (1,6)>> \<<switch _talk>> \<<case 1>>\ <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Have you read any good webcomics lately? All the ones I used to read have slowed down or finished, so I'm looking for some new ones. Funny ones or Sci-fi things, mostly.”<</Dialogue>> The cat starts rambling on about some of the ones he's been waiting for updates on for a while. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"I mean, I get it. I can barely focus on one project at a time and so some'll fall by the wayside...A shame, but what can you do? It's better they enjoy what they do, especially with smaller creators, right?"<</Dialogue>> There's an obvious pang of guilt there, as if he's apologising to you. \<<lust Phirae -5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> \<<case 2>>\ You somehow get onto the topic of yarn and comparing which are the best kinds. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Like, you want something strong if you're going to try something kinky with it, but micros are small so it's gotta be soft or else they'll be having a bad time if you don't tie it properly,"<</Dialogue>> he explains. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Then when they start to wriggle free that's not going to fun for anyone involved, you know? That's how micros get lost in there..."<</Dialogue>> He stops when he realises he's blushing, if only a little. \<<lust Phirae 10>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> \<<case 3>>\ <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Do you think you'd notice if you were living in a time loop?"<</Dialogue>> The cat suddenly blurts out. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"I'd like to think I would, but...how would I know if I figured it out and then forgot? Scary, right?"<</Dialogue>> \<<lust Phirae -5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> \<<case 4>>\ Phirae gets in close while you talk, eventually bunting his head against your hand. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"If you pet me right now, I'll purr. Just so you know."<</Dialogue>> He keeps nudging into you, begging for head rubs. He's very subtle. \<<lust Phirae 5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> \<<case 5>>\ <<Dialogue Phirae>>"There's a cafe nearby, run by a rather easily-annoyed squirrel. Though he's a nice guy once you get to know him, honest! And I'm not saying that just because he bribes me with milk and coffee. I mean, yeah I drink a lot of caffeine, but not that much coffee, actually. They have pretty great lattes if you want some though.”<</Dialogue>> The cat has definitely been drinking too much coffee recently. \<<lust Phirae 5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> \<<case 6>>\ <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Are you not from around here? I mean, not to be rude or anything, but I don't recognise you so I'm just guessing. Well, if you need directions, if you head that way for long enough,"<</Dialogue>> Phirae points Northwest, <<Dialogue Phirae>>"You'll find most of the apartments visitors tend to rent, where you're probably staying. Otherwise, I know a few cool places you should check out."<</Dialogue>> He tells you about a nearby cafe a friend runs to the Southeast, as well as a Theatre nearby he claims <<Dialogue Phirae>>"has some pretty neat shows."<</Dialogue>> Generally Southwest are the Mitiene Gardens, a large park that's usually got something or other going on, and the National Library overlooking it, housing centuries worth of literature in its archives. Plus, it's apparently a nice place to nap. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Or you can stay and chill here, it's nice too. I could do with someone to chat with."<</Dialogue>> \<<lust Phirae -5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Phirae">> \<</switch>>

\<<if $RylideAffection >=2>><<set _talk to random (1,4)>><<else>><<set _talk to random (1,2)>><</if>> \<<switch _talk>> \<<case 1>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>"I'm a big fan of fantasy stories. Or sci-fi. Or mystery novels. Or cute romance fics."<</Dialogue>> She stops before she lists off several other genres. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"I like curling up with a book, especially with someone to cuddle."<</Dialogue>> \<<lust Rylide -5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> \<<case 2>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>”Apple pie is kinda boring, and carrot cake is overrated, really. That’s my controversial confectionary take, there, I said it.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide hmphs. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“...I’ll still eat them if you’ve got some though.”<</Dialogue>> You can see her salivating, and her nose twitching trying to catch the scent of food. \<<lust Rylide -5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> \<<case 3>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>”You know, there could totally be someone in my stomach and you’d have no way of knowing unless you were pressed right up against me…”<</Dialogue>> She teases, fondling her gut with her forepaws. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Unless you went in and had a look too…”<</Dialogue>> \<<lust Rylide 5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> \<<case 4>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>”Okay, full disclosure? It’s embarrassing but...I like letting people out of my butt much more than bringing them back up. It...it feels good, okay!”<</Dialogue>> The taur looks away, wrapping her face up in her ears, but even those are blushing bright. \<<lust Rylide 5>><<CharacterHeaderRefresh "Rylide">> \<</switch>>

In general: Lvl 0: Stranger, just met, basic interactions only Lvl 1: Basic interactions done, deeper/character specific teases Lvl 2: Character Specific things done, Flirting/Talking about Vore Unlocked! Lvl 3: Flirty Vore done, more in-depth/lewd vore unlocked Lvl 4: Lvl 5:

<<CharacterHeader "Phirae" "Phirae Kinwood" "Domestic Cat" "He/Him">> Meow meow meow, introductory thingies here. Phirae acts so gosh dang cute while you stare at him. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Oh, uh, hi there. I'm Phirae. Can I help you with anything?"<</Dialogue>> He asks. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae]] <<silently>><<set $PhiraeMet to true>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><<set $RylideQuest to 100>><</if>><</silently>>\ The big bunny does her best to look safe and inviting, but she’s drooling an awful lot for that. It’s even worse when her hot breath buffets against you. She huffs gently, but it still soaks your face in humid warmth that smells like her. Sweet, heavy, and with the promise that you’re going to be surrounded by softness very soon. You lean in, almost hypnotically entranced by the sight. “Haaooommph!” She exclaims playfully, just before her mouth engulfs your vision. She voice rumbles in your ears, alongside the wave of heated air giggling around you. Her teeth nibble along your neck, somewhere between a massage and a predatory grip. You’d wiggle, but she’s got a grip on your sides already. So instead you shake your head as best you can, right over her broad tongue. She licks your face, drenching you in her saliva, then swallows it all down - along with your head. Her throat spreads wide in front of you, while she smoothly shoving you deeper into her jaws. She picks you up with ease, bringing you up high so gravity sends you rocketing down her gullet, but even with her size it’s a tight squeeze. She gulps you down in a multitude of short, staccato swallows, alongside more nibbles grabbing onto you bit by bit. They tickle down to your hips, dragging them in too with another purr of enjoyment. She’s definitely mixing business with pleasure… Getting squeezed into her forestomach is almost a respite from the pressure of her gullet, greeting you with more humid air, and a wet squish of flesh parting in front of you. Her belly stretches to accommodate you, always keeping you tight to the slick stomach walls no matter how much you squirm. At least now you have the space to, even if Rylide disapproves. She slurps over your feet several more times than she needs to, to get back at you. But your stay is a short one, with your destination far deeper into the taur. She swallows down the last of your legs just as her stomach contracts and starts shoving you into the sphincter below. You try to help by plunging your arms in ahead of you, spreading the tube as much as you can before it wraps around your head and shoulders. Getting swallowed twice at the same time is an awkward feeling, even though they’re in sync. It’s all just one long swallow, pushing you down. The tightness of her belly returns as you slip through her connecting hips. It contracts tighter than a gulp should be, compressing you in against the stretching you send deep into her. Judging from her suppressed moans, it's a strangely sensitive spot to push through within the taur. It relents in parts, as you’re fed through one stomach and into the next, squelched through several rings muscle before Rylide’s got you properly seated in her under belly. You scramble against the churning gut walls to avoid having your face smushed into them quite so many times, and are almost successful. By the time you’re fully inside her lower belly, you’ve been thoroughly coated in bunny drool and stomach juices. They’re warm and cosy, if slimy. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Riding Stomach]]

The taur flops onto her side, extending out like a horny, fluffy mattress. Her fluffy cottontail dances with anticipation, while she does her best to do an extremely long pose showing off her body. Then she winks, and gestures down to her lower half. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"Lets put your tongue to good use"<</Dialogue>> <span id="RylideSubmitLick"></span> \<span id="choices">Continue Scene? <<link "Rim her">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitLick" transition>> You walk behind the big rabbit taur, patting her flank to get her attention. She twists around to watch you, arching a brow when you start massaging her rump. She realises what you’re getting at once you point at her tail. She blushes in realisation, but she nods after she’s composed herself again. She leans forward and arches her butt high, getting into a comfortable position before her soft cotton puff swishes, lifts up, and exposes her pucker. What an invitation. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Kiss my tailhole and dig in deep, sweetie.”<</Dialogue>> She grins. You lean in and sink into the cleft between the taur’s massive buttcheeks. Spreading them with your arms lets you push in deeper, squirming against the soft fur until your face meets her tailhole. The warm, musky taste meets your lips, earthy but sweet, and irresistibly intoxicating. Rylide moans softly, pushing back enough that your whole head sinks right into the centre of her plush pucker. A tight clench stops you from slipping too far, pushing your head back until it’s resting half in her butthole. It’s more like her ass grips your face than a traditional kiss, but you make sure to kiss every single fold of her large hole all the same. When her tailhole finally relaxes, you start to rim her properly. You drag your tongue along the inner rim of her hole, twisting your head about to grind over the other side. Her pillowy tailhole shifts and squelches, pushing back on your tongue, teasing you with the promise of softer, muskier flesh deeper in. You oblige, leaning in and licking every part of the taur’s asshole, pushing in deeper until you’re almost shoving your head up into her with every kiss. Her musk coats you, growing stronger with your endeavours, intoxicatingly sweet as it soaks into your senses. You stop after pushing a little too far in, and Rylide has to push you out with a clench of her tailhole. With a wet squelch, you stagger back from the rabbit’s rump, to see your handiwork in a glistening pucker wet with your licks. It twitches a few times, clenching and relaxing now that it misses your warmth. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmhhhnn, you’re welcome back there any time…”<</Dialogue>> Rylide sighs happily. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<set $RylideLust to 0>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Eat her out">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitLick" transition>> Rylide sprawls out on the ground, stretching out for a while before rolling onto her back. She sits up when she notices you clambering across her lower belly, then blushes once she realises you’re getting settled between her hind legs. Her thighs squish in on either side of you, grinding you between them, and guiding you right up to her crotch. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Well now, don’t you look like a hungry little thing…”<</Dialogue>> She churrs, grinding her mound over your head and shoving you against her wet nethers. With the pressure behind you, you’re almost sent head-first up the rabbit taur’s sex, but it relents just before it’s too much to handle. You sputter and pull away, catching your breath for a moment while Rylide spreads her legs, begging for more. You grab her thighs and dive right back in. Her honey is slick, and sweet, warm fluids dribbling over you. She’s got her scent soaking you. Her sex demands attention, licks to every sensitive spot no matter how deep you have to go to reach them. Her hot depths squeeze on your tongue when you push into her. She grinds on your face between licks, rippling muscles torn between pushing you back and wanting to pull you deeper. Spreading her lips with your hands lets you kiss deeper, licking until you find a spot that really makes her moan. You focus there for a while, then you slowly rise up, focusing on the bunny’s large clit. It’s big enough to fill your mouth as you suckle on it, sealing your lips around the sensitive nub. Soon, the taur’s legs shake, tensing up as she moans out. Your hand runs along the edge of her slit, pushing in to rub across the delicate flesh inside. It pushes her over the edge. Her insides clamp tight around your arm before a deluge of fem cum splatters onto your chest. She stops you from pushing back with her forepaws nudging against your head, clumsy amidst the throes of her orgasm. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Oooooh, okay, o-okay. Off! Just...Just gimme a sec to catch my breath.”<</Dialogue>> She says, her legs still twitching in the air. She takes a while to calm down, inviting you up for cuddles and licks to clean you off before you get too handsy down there again. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Next time you’re going deeper, you know that, right?”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<set $RylideLust to 0>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Suck her off">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitLick" transition>> The taur’s bulge taunts you whenever she bounces, whenever she stretches, whenever you catch a whiff of her powerful, intoxicating musk. Warm and inviting and intoxicating. A deep sniff fills your nose with the rich scent of her malehood, tucked into the cosy sheath. Her sheath is thick, but it looks so soft. You have to kiss it. When Rylide flops onto the ground and exposes herself to you, you waste no time in resting against her cosy lower belly. She snickers, rocking her hips slowly, nudging your back until you lean in and kiss the fur of her sheath. It’s so soft. You stay there for a few minutes, cutely snuggling despite the lewdness of it, before your attention gets drawn even lower. Her soft orbs hang closeby, the source of plenty of lewdness with a perfect little slot for your face to snug into. You lick along her balls, taking them both in your hands to gently rub. She squeaks, curling her toes at the sensation. Above, her sheath swells, and her cock tip pokes free, greeting you with a stronger musk. That needs licking too. It throbs against her belly, growing longer and fatter with each passing second. It doesn’t take long before it’s too much to get a single hand around. Which just means more hot flesh to love in. Her shaft twitches under your touch, spurting a load of pre along her belly fur, flooding the air close by with the rich scent of her musk. You drag your tongue along the underside of her length, suckling on the lower edge of her tip. It fills your mouth with another load of precum, salty but sweet. You stop once she’s fully erect, sitting back to watch it twitch in the air. She’s a lot more hot and bothered now, but she doesn’t stroke herself off. She humps forwards a few times, grinding against your face to mark you with scent of her lust. She grabs onto you with both her paws and you’re worried she’s going to end up rutting you, but instead they drag you up to her face. She blushes bright, but you don’t get to see it for long before she shoves your head into her mouth. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mrrrrrph…”<</Dialogue>> She moans around you, slurping the taste of her pre off of you. She’s sated only once you’ve been thoroughly licked clean. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Careful, sweetie. If you want to play with that, we’re going to have a lot of fun…”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<set $RylideLust to 0>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Lick her paws">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitLick" transition>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>“A foot massage? Well, my paws could do with a little attention... Go on, cutie.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide flops down onto her side, and you take the opportunity to snuggle the rabbit taur’s lower half. She shifts, getting comfy as you rub along her belly. One of her large paws rests in the air, her toes wiggling in the air. Her foot stretches out behind her, wiggling cutely while Rylide yawns, almost kicking you when she curls back in. She’s about to apologise, but she needn’t worry. You grab her hindpaw with both hands, lean in, and kiss her right on the fluffy sole. The large taur moans quietly as you kiss her foot, shifting slowly and curling her toes in the air. Her fur is somehow even softer pressed to your lips, as sweet as the rest of her, but ever so slightly more fragrant. She’s a little tense, no doubt from having to carry all her weight around all day, but you can help her relax, kissing and licking along the underside of her paw, pushing in on the soft, furry ball of her foot, and nuzzling into the nook between her toes. The fluffy toes rest against your face, gripping with slow, repeated twitches. You make sure to kiss each one individually, at its tip and at its base, showing every inch of the taur’s wonderful paws a proper treatment. One large toe rests on your lips for a long while before you finally open wide. It pushes in slowly, rubbing your tongue with the full taste of the bunny’s sweet, musky fur. You suck on it, lightly pushing it about within your maw, while massaging the sides of her hindpaw, along her heel. You can feel the weight of her paw, but it’s never too much to handle. As much as Rylide churrs and wriggles, she’s careful not to push too hard. You stop only once you’ve teased every toe. And then she shifts about, pulling you onto her lower belly when she lies on her back. And then you do everything again to her other foot. She ends up having to grab you with her forepaws and drag you away, cuddling you tight for a few more minutes as a thank you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You give great foot massages, cutie.”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<set $RylideLust to 0>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Just kiss her on the cheek">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitLick" transition>> You ask Rylide to lean down, and when she does, you lick her on the cheek. She blushes, but giggles, licking your back in retaliation. This goes on for sometime until the taur wins by grabbing you and hugging you against her while she licks all over your head and neck, finishing up with an affectionate kiss to your lips. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mwah! Aren’t you a sweet little thing?”<</Dialogue>> She smiles. ---- [[>Back->Rylide Fun]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

You snuggle against Rylide’s lower half, clambering on top of her when she rolls onto her back. She makes for such a nice bed. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Cosy?”<</Dialogue>> She coos, to a muffled nod. The taur snickers and settles back, taking the time to relax and work on things while you’re cuddling her lower gut. The sounds of her digestive system burble away on the other side of her fur, quietening down whenever the rabbit shifts. One particularly low gurgle ends in a rather loud, wet squish. One that you could swear you felt on your legs. In fact, that same creeping warmth almost definitely is wrapped around your feet… Rylide doesn’t seem to be in any kind of panic, and you don’t seem to be slipping deeper, but it’s still a very warm, blush inducing sensation. It takes a few gentle squirms and taps to get the taur’s attention, but eventually her grip relaxes, and you can look behind you to see what’s going on. The taur’s large sheath wobbles between her thighs, but right at the very tip of it, there’s a rather distinct bulge. Your feet slipped inside her sheath! No wonder you could smell her musk... <span id="RylideSubmitSheathV"></span> \<span id="choices">Continue Scene? <<link "Squirm deeper">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitSheathV" transition>> Since you’re already snug… You squirm down her belly and stretch out, pushing into the tight, but slick flesh. Rylide moans out suddenly, very much aware of the sudden massage within her. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“O-oooh, hello there… Needing a sleeping bag?”<</Dialogue>> She huffs, grinding back against your feet. The tip of her shaft presses up to the bottom of your feet, slipping past and up your legs as you slip deeper. The soft fuzz of her sheath bulges out with more of you pushed in, all the way down to the base, with her cock nestled between your legs. The opening stretches slightly to accommodate you, but it can stretch a lot more. Enough for your thighs, then waist to be enveloped in her musk. Her forepaws brace on your shoulders and feed you deeper, forcing you to wriggle in until your tucked most of the way into her tight pouch. Her length hardens from the constant stimulation, filling up a lot of the space within, pressing you harder against the slick walls. Which makes her moan more, and struggle to stop her cock tip from filling up her sheath. You have to hold still for a few seconds for the rabbit taur to calm down enough before her paw rests on your face, and then pushes you fully inside her sheath with a single digit. Your world becomes a dark mess of musk and hot flesh, throbbing lightly when her shaft engorges even more. It pushes past you and out, blocking out your only exit and pinning you in the space between her shaft and her sheath. Judging from Rylide’s purrs, and the rather distinct humping motion that jostles you, you’re going to stuck in here until Rylide’s had her fun… ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Sheath Erect]] \<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Pull away">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSubmitSheathV" transition>> You delicately pull your feet free of the taur’s sheath, bracing yourself a little further up the taur’s lower half instead. Rylide gasps when your feet slip out and blushes apologetically once she realises. Her forepaws’ grip on you tightens up for a short while, but she lets you go eventually. ---- [[>Back->Rylide]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ Her pucker flexes idly, almost as big as your head, and deep enough for you to plunge a fist in, and lose yourself to the wrist before you feel the open space beyond. You know, because that’s exactly what you do, prying apart her tailhole with both hands to peer into her slick, musky depths. Her flesh sinks around your intruding fingers, engulfing them in heat, tightness, and softness, so plush you could mistake it for a pillow. If you did, you’re sure it’d hardly take any effort on the taur’s part to make you disappear inside. But it looks softer still, inside, amidst the slick, pink walls of her bowels. They ripple, squeezing tighter than you thought they could go, before relaxing even more than that, spreading her tailring open too. You can see right into the bunny’s rectum, at the slowly rolling walls, all the way until that first corner tucked away, twisting off into the depths of her colon. To see any deeper, you’d have to shove yourself all that way inside… You’ve no doubt that you could do exactly that. <span id="RylideLookAV"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Dive in">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookAV" transition>> Pushing your head and shoulders past her thick rim, the change in your surroundings is immediate. Waves of heat and pressure surround you, reminding you of just how large the taur is. Large enough that you can dive right into her ass, like getting into a heated, musky sleeping bag. The air is thick but intoxicatingly pleasant, her natural sweet aroma permeating even down here. The walls around you shift, coated in a thin layer of musk and slime, bridging between folds of flesh, and clinging to your arms to connect you to her. The further you push in, the more she relaxes around you, opening up the space all the way up to that corner up ahead, twisting off into the darkness. Any further in, and you’ll be snug inside Rylide’s rectum. As much as you make the rabbit moan, she lets you slip inside at your own pace. But every now and then, your squirms draw out an involuntary clench, or a sudden rumble of her guts slips your grip out from beneath you, and you end up propelled deep along the taur’s bowels, held aloft in the bunny’s rectum up to your hips. Your world shifts a moment later, your feet find solid ground again, like you’re simply standing there, without the rabbit’s slick bowels all around you. Her weight slowly drops down, engulfing you bit by bit by her large rump. You can feel her pucker closing shut around your legs, holding you in place while she raises her hindquarters up again. Her tail swishes over your feet. Another clench, and her soft fur is replaced with the same tight hold caressing the rest of your body. One more, and they rest on the inside of her tailhole, gently braced against the exit. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Rectum Up]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Pull your arms out of her butt">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookAV" transition>> You slowly slip your arms free of the bunny taur’s bowels, stretching her pucker to tease her. Rylide moans, muffled by her ears wrapped around herself, but you can see just how much you’ve riled her up now. Her tailhole closes up over one of your wrists just before it’s all the way out, tugging it back inside when it clenches shut. Another tug, and you’re back in, up to your elbow, jostled forward to fist the taur a short while longer before she lets you go. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmnnhhff, you little tease, you.”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Back->Rylide Look Taur]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ After a few awkward attempts at flirting, the bunnytaur finally understands what you’re getting at. She hides her blush behind her ears, but her back foot thumps impatiently - she’s not one to turn down an offer. Not since you’re just the right size to scratch a few itches… <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Well, maybe a little bit. I’m sure you’ll know what to do down there…”<</Dialogue>> She purrs, pulling you close while she rolls onto her back. She blows you a kiss and nudges you between her back legs, where the sweet scent of her sex reach your nostrils. She keeps nudging you down until you’re kneeling behind her, cozied up into the small space between her hindpaws and crotch. She’s hornier than she’d admit, with her netherlips proudly on display. Her beautiful folds shift beneath your touch, parting easily, but not without another low purr from the rabbit taur. She’s big, and her sex is no exception to that. Her pussy could easily take one of your arms, and is stretchy enough to take both. Or more. <span id="RylideLookUB"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Push yourself deeper">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookUB" transition>> You press in slowly, delving into the wet, warm tunnel one digit at a time. Not that she needs stretching out, but it lets you savour the moment when the bunny finally clenches around your arm. Her innards only grow hotter, surprisingly tight for that moment of lust. You’re reminded of how much bigger than you Rylide really is. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmrrff...More…”<</Dialogue>> She pleads, with another soft squeeze around you. It doesn’t drag you in, but you get the feeling that it’ll start to, if you try to pull away now. You lean in, pushing in as deep as your elbow into her privates before you try pulling away, working into a slow rhythm. Rylide coos, toes curling every time you run your hand along the upper ridge of her sex, gradually relaxing as you rub. Not much later, she’s begging for even more, for your other hand to stretch her too. It disappears as easily as the first, with the extra help of her natural lube dripping along her netherlips. Rylide spreads her legs a little more, relaxing just enough that you can wriggle your arms in deeper. Her slit slips up over your elbows, greedily packing away every bit of you that dares push into her nethers. It’s a good thing she’s laying on her back - you get the feeling that you’d already be lost inside her if she were on top. Because she tells you exactly that, in those exact words, while dragging your arms the rest of the way in with a powerful squeeze. You end up with your face pressed to her crotch, pushed into her clit. You gasp, in surprise or just for air, and get a lungful of her sex instead. Her lust bears down on you with flesh and frenzy, begging you to duck down and dive deeper into her. With your mind dizzying from musk, you push in. A soft warmth wraps around you from your chest upwards, pulsing with the rabbit’s boundless energy. Her moans become muffled by the wet sounds of her body. You’re stretching her properly now, though even now the flesh is not particularly tight. Enough that you can’t do much else than wriggle in deeper, and make her purr every time you do. You brace your lower half against the ground, tensing up for one last push. In up to your waist in sex, you could stop now and let Rylide pull you in the rest of the way, but you can tell she’s trying to resist the urge, and letting you slide into her at your own pace. You make it harder for her by grinding against the edge of her lips, riding her hips with your own. Her needy squeaks may be muted, but they’re still adorable. You tease her for while longer, enough that the walls around you are slick with her cream, and waves of contractions work you in the rest of the way, losing you completely in between her legs. The taur’s squeezes pull you away from the outside world, but it’s a short trip before you’re slipping through her cervix. It’s a much tighter fit than her netherlips, and requires a few extra squeezes to get your shoulders and hips to pop through, but soon enough it closes up past your feet. The larger space grows to accommodate you from a tight-fitting sac to a comfortable hammock holding you, leaving you swaying and sealed in her lower body. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmhhhhnn, I’m going to keep you inside me for a long time, sweetie”<</Dialogue>> Rylide slowly gets back to her feet, after spending a few minutes rubbing her slightly bulging gut, and fawning over your squirms. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You don’t mind spending the day in my womb, do you?”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Womb]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Rub her clit">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookUB" transition>> You rub along her slit, taking the time to play with the taur’s large clit every time you pass. The sensitive nub’s big enough to suck on, which makes her squirm with needy pleasure. You pull away after leaving her quivering with lust, ending up kissing sweetly along the edge of her nethers. Her feminine juices wet your lips, giving you a deeper taste of her sweet musk. That is, until you lean in, and sink your face into the bunny taur’s folds. The warm, wet flesh presses back against you with her weight shifting, threatening to engulf you with just a little more effort. Her sex frames your face, flooding your senses with intense musk that has nowhere else to go. Then she starts to grind on you, and use you as her sex toy. You move in tandem, smooth flesh wrapping around your features again and again, slowly getting into each other’s rhythm. You know what to do back there, and reach up to rub along her thighs while licking her sex. Your tongue drags over her warm insides, as deep as you dare, while you chance a few rubs along the taur’s rump, up to right beneath her tail. Her butt pushes gently against your fingers, as greedy as her netherlips kissing your face. They grow more frequent, and stronger, the longer you rub. You stop after an errant clench grabs your hand and tugs it right into the centre of her plush rim and well beyond. It makes her squeak in pleasure while it’s in there, though. With infrequent stops to gasp for breath, the large taur really puts you to work eating her out, but the rewards leave you wet, sticky, and smelling like bunny sex. Her slick juices coat your head and run down your chin and back, dripping off only to be replaced by a fresh gush of pure pleasure. Her warmth and musk overwhelms you again and again, while her lust builds to a peak. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Don’t stop, I’m so close!”<</Dialogue>> She squeaks, squeezing her legs together and pinning you to her crotch. It’s not much of a warning when her climax comes immediately after. Trapped against her crotch, there’s no escape from the deluge of cum or the waves of pressure that all funnel directly over you. Her intense orgasm would be a lot for a taur, nevermind yourself, compressed and concentrated with the force of pure ecstasy. With nowhere to go, your head slips fully into Rylide’s sex. Which sends her into another orgasm, just as she was starting to come down from the first. Another wave of cum floods your consciousness, replacing everything with hot, wet, bunny cum. When you wake up again, you’re lying in a bed much larger than yourself, with several plush pillows piled up close by. Rylide notices you stirring and rushes to the bedside, grinning sheepishly. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Oh thank goodness you’re alright. When you didn’t come out at first I got a little worried and then when I finally pushed you out at the end of the day you looked so cute snoring I didn’t want to wake you.”<</Dialogue>> She explains, completely skipping over the implication that you’d been stuck inside her vagina all day. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I guess we got carried away, didn’t we? Anyway, where were we?”<</Dialogue>> She giggles, far too adorable for you to worry about anything while she carries you back to where you both were before. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Pull Away">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookUB" transition>> Rather than get carried away along with the bunny’s lust, you give her crotch a gentle pat and slip out of her grasp when she tries to pull you back down. Rylide huffs, foiled from sending you straight up there, but she doesn’t try again. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Careful, one of these times you might just go missing.”<</Dialogue>> She murmurs, biting her lip and twisting one ear in her hands, desperately trying not to think of anything too horny. She’s failing. Her back foot thumps rapidly, stopping only after Rylide takes a large sigh. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“O-okay I’m good now. But next time we’re doing fun stuff, m’kay?”<<Dialogue Rylide>> ---- [[>Back->Rylide Look Taur]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

You end up with your face pressed against her sheath, snug in the little crook where her orbs meet the base of it. It’s rich with warm, sweet musk, smothering in her intoxicating scent. The weight of it settles on your head, pinning you in place once Rylide lowers her legs. You breathe deep, relaxing with every huff of the taur’s musk. It twitches every so often, when you rub deeper into the cosy fluff, or when you squeeze across Rylide’s orbs. Her large balls make a cosy bed, almost as soft as her sheath. <span id="RylideLookSheathV"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Nuzzle even deeper">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookSheathV" transition>> Rylide’s nudges don’t stop there, even when you’re shoved up against her sheath. They’re clumsy shoves, but with such a big landing zone it’s hard to avoid getting your face stuffed into the musky opening. It’s even harder when it’s actively humping against you. Rylide quickly gets carried away with your exploration, giggling ticklishly wherever your poke or rub, eager to let you explore. You show your appreciation as best you can, kneading deeply along the base of her sheath, and kissing at the tip. The opening wafts powerful, intoxicating musk over you, bathing you in lewd, familiar scents. She’s excited, and glad to have you cuddled close. At least, that’s what you thought at first, before the soft flesh parts over your head, and swallows you up into the tight space beyond. Like tucking you into a musky pocket, the taur acts so casually while her forepaws stuff you deeper, life you’re not suddenly chest deep in a spot with barely enough room to fit an arm. The plush, velveteen flesh within stretches to accommodate you, but only slightly. It gives you enough room to wriggle, but not enough for that to actually do anything apart from pleasure the taur. Her shaft pokes against you constantly, twitching every so often with the threat of pinning you in place if she gets too excited. Despite how cramped it gets, Rylide’s determined to stuff you in all the way, desperately cramming your hips past the opening plunging one of her hands in there along with you. It’s a tangled mess for you, with intoxicating musk making it hard to think, let alone struggle. And all your weak wriggling just encourages her more, to feel more of that lovely lewd closeness. Before you know it, you’re surrounded entirely by slick, musky heat. Her sheathe fits taut around your body, tugging you against her length. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Nnrrrhhhfff...I’m going to keep you in there for hours...”<</Dialogue>> She says. You’re not sure how much of that is idle teasing, or if she’s serious. If her growing erection is any indication, you’re not going to get a chance to escape for a very long time. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Sheath Erect]] \<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Rub her sheath">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookSheathV" transition>> You bring a hand up to the tip of her sheath, running a few digits across the opening at its tip. It only takes a little nudge to guide them inside, and rub along the slick interior. Rylide gasps and stretches out, trying to play off just how good it feels. Instead, you plunge deeper, stroking firmly along the sensitive flesh. The scent of her musk grows stronger with her burgeoning lust, her sheath engorging with every poke and prod. Soon enough, the tip of her shaft peeks out, filling up the space and forcing your hand out from her sheath. Tugging at the rim lets you slide right back in, but only for a moment. Enough to tease the taur’s shaft a little more, and make her squirm. You keep it up for a few more minutes, kissing along the warm fuzz at the base of her sheath, over her balls, and occasionally right on her dick, but you have to stop eventually. Rylide’s shaft slips back out of sight, leaving her plump sheath bouncing and smelling much more strongly of her musk. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You know how to appreciate a taur, sweetie.”<</Dialogue>> She churrs. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Pull away">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookSheathV" transition>> Curiosity sated, you pull away from Rylide’s sheath. With how big it is, you’re liable to start something more if you go too close. Something big, warm, and musky. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Heh, not in the mood to play? Let me know if you change your mind”<</Dialogue>> Rylide giggles, shaking her hips a few times. Her sheath bounces too, swaying the soft, fuzzy balls below as well. ---- [[>Back->Rylide Look Crotch]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

Rylide flops onto her side, revealing her cream-coloured underbelly to you. It looks somehow even softer than the rest of her. Getting your face smushed up into it confirms the fact. It’s like nuzzling a cloud. It smells so delicious though, you’re surprised she doesn’t taste of cotton candy when you kiss her belly. You squeeze on her pudge, kneading through her belly fur, much to Rylide’s delight. Her back paws wiggle in the air, while she giggles sweetly. She’s sensitive, even with her massive size. Your hands sink in, smushing through her pudge, met with gentle sighs from Rylide. Her gut groans every so often, riled up by your squeezes, while it works away on the other side of all her fur, fat, and flesh. You lean in, until your weight causes her lower stomach to burble out, going quiet again for a second then erupting as a crass belch. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mrrph, excuse me…”<</Dialogue>> Rylide blushes. You keep massaging her lower half until one of your hands sinks in further than you were used to. Very quickly, it’s engulfed in a sudden tight warmth. Rylide moans out, huffing, which sinks your hand in deeper. Looking over, you’ve accidentally stuffed your hand right into the taur’s navel, lost up to your wrist in her belly button. The inner squish of it is so soft, and wriggling your fingers confirms that you’ve not reached the bottom of it just yet. You could push in deeper, and see just how deep the rabbit hole goes... <span id="RylideLookNavelV"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Push deeper">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookNavelV" transition>> You’re not given much choice in the matter when Rylide’s paw comes crashing down on the back of your head. It shoves you over her paunch, stuffing your arm impossibly deep into the pit of her navel. A gentle shift of her weight creates a sort of suction around your arm, stopping you from pulling back too far. But despite that, working your other hand in alongside the first is almost too easy. It still makes Rylide gasp, visibly squirming the more you tease her belly button. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Goshhhhh yes...Get in there…”<</Dialogue>> She huffs, roughly cramming your whole body against her lower gut. It doesn’t do a good job of pushing you deeper, but it certainly stops you from getting away. The warmth, tightness, and sweet musk of her fur does a much better job inviting you in. You brace yourself against the floor, take a small breath, and dive. Schlrrrrrrk! Pop! Despite how spacious it seemed around one hand, it gets filled up very quickly when the rest of you tries to join it. You have to wriggle in once your hips push into the rabbit taur’s navel, lest you be stuck as a dangling pair of legs poking out of her belly. The weight of her paws helps tremendously then, stuffing you against the flesh of her innermost belly with a muted flhmph of shifting fat and fur. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Navel]] \<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Pull your hand free">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookNavelV" transition>> You gently pull your hand free of the rabbit’s grip, stretching it a little before it slips over and lets you go. Rylide shivers again, blushing profusely. She meekly snugs you with her forepaws, but you can still feel her fluttering heartbeat and soft squirms. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“That’s rather sensitive…”<</Dialogue>> She admits, with another huff. ---- [[>Back->Rylide Look Taur]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><</silently>>\ With her cock all on display like that, how can you resist it? When the tip flares ever so slightly just inches from your face, forming a small bead of pre brought up from deep in that shaft. You have to know what it tastes like. You lean in, and drag your tongue along the head of Rylide’s dick. Tastes like musk. Thick. Hot. Heavy. <span id="RylideLookCV"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Squirm down her shaft">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#SceneID" transition>>SCENE With how strong the rabbit’s musk is already, you have to wonder just how much moreso it is inside her. With her heavy sac, and a drooling shaft, she must be very, very productive. She invited you to explore and get comfortable with her shaft, so she couldn’t possibly mind if you gave it a thorough inspection. She wouldn’t thrust at the air in front of your face otherwise, would she? While you’re busily distracted by how she tastes and the fact that you’ve just kissed the taur’s dick, Rylide stuffs you in deeper with a forepaw to the back of your head. Her slit parts over you, smearing a load of pre to lube you up, before everything goes dark. Musky, slimy, hot, and dark. Powerful squeezes take over from there, swallowing up your shoulders before you can even gasp in surprise. You squirm, but it’s too tight to make any headway. Or at least, you can’t tell if you are. The fleshy walls squeeze around you tight enough that you can’t see anything aside from hot, slimy pink flesh. The pressure passes over you in waves, relaxing just enough to feed you deeper without giving you any leverage to shove against the shifting walls. Contractions around your middle keep slipping over your hips, with a grip around one of your legs making it clear that your movement is deliberate. Plunged into the depths of her cock, and stretching out her urethra just enough to call out a wave of pre from deeper within. Your only warning is a stirring within her loins, heard as a low gurgling rush before the tide splatters over you. There’s nowhere for it to go at first, smacking straight into you, but the growing pressure quickly finds its way around. You’re left slicker, lubed up by her musk, and reeking of bunny dick. More than before. It gives Rylide the edge she needs to stuff in your legs, pushing you into the sweltering embrace of musky flesh. The tip of her cock slips over your feet, and then you’re lost in a world of never-ending heat. Your bulge has long since sunk past the base of Rylide’s cock, lost somewhere between her hips in the long, winding tunnels. Though it’s hard to believe, they manage to be muskier, slimier, and tighter than before. You struggle to stay conscious with the onslaught of musk blurring your senses, intoxicating and overpowering in every way. And yet just as you’re on the gasp of giving in, the pressure on your head relents. And the scent of her musk grows tenfold. A sphincter opens up in front of you, shoving you through into the bunny’s balls. Her sac is mostly full of seed, which you end up falling face-first into. Rylide doesn’t give you a moment to gather your surroundings, opting to massage her stretched orbs and squirm in delight. Not that there’s much surroundings to gather. The walls drip with freshly-produced cream, slathered against your whole body no matter which way you turn. It gets worse when the taur’s movement dunks you beneath the surface, or a squeeze of her nuts fills up all the available space with cum. It relaxes before you can run out of breath, giving you time to gasp and sputter in the musk-filled air, and sink deeper under the intoxicating influence. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmph, keep up that squirming in there,”<</Dialogue>> Rylide says, as the churning walls wash another wave of cum over you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Wriggle lots and you’ll feel so good coming back out!”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Balls]] \<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Suck her off">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookCV" transition>> The flesh twitches against you, grinding along and stuffing itself neatly between your lips. The taur’s length buries itself in your mouth, secure and safe once it’s settled deep inside. Deep enough that you can feel every throb, surging with her lust waiting to be let out. It starts with a slow dribble of musk, mixing with your saliva and flooding your mouth with her taste. The size difference between you makes it hard to wrap your lips around her cocktip, much less suck her off properly. Your jaw strains as you bob your head forwards, and gets worse when a thick shot of precum rushes out onto the back of your tongue. With nowhere else for it to go, you swallow, and feel the warmth of her musk settle in your gut. At first Rylide lets you work at your own pace, but after a few minutes her lust gets the better of her. It starts with a gentle thrust keeping her shaft rubbing along your tongue, but with her weight bearing down on you, it’s only a matter of time before the tip of her cock starts pushing into your throat. As soon as she feels the tightness constrict over her head, Rylide lets out a soft moan of delight. Addicting bliss, that she’s not about to deny herself. You only have a second to prepare yourself before the taur’s length barrels into your gullet, pushing in deep in one powerful thrust. It bulges your neck all the way down to your chest, forcing you to swallow more of her hot, throbbing meat. She pulls back just before it all becomes too much, but she doesn’t pull out. Not even when hot precum fills your cheeks, drenching your maw in musk. She’s a productive girl. She’s only going to make you swallow more. With a sound far too similar to a whinny, the bunnytaur shoves her dick as far down your throat as it can go. You swallow, for what good it does with your gullet stuffed full, stretched wider than it can relax and then some. It only gets worse, when she finally hits her peak. The head of her cock flares deep in your throat, just before a thick bulge of seed rushes along her length, forcing your jaw wider. Her orgasm pumps straight down your throat, into your stomach. You can still taste it, what little doesn’t flooding directly into your belly, hot and creamy and rich with her scent. Wave after wave of it leaves you with a bulging, sloshing gut by the time Rylide finally pulls out. A final spurt of cream overfills your mouth, forcing a final swallow, and even then enough dribbles past your lips to make a puddle big enough to be proud of. You stay kneeling beneath the taur while her shaft slowly retreats back into her sheath, once it’s finished twitching in the air and winking at you. Your gut gurgles in complaint, far too full. Everything in your stomach must be coated in rabbit cum now, and you’re not going to go hungry for a few hours at least. Getting up becomes an arduous task, when you’ve got to get used to the extra weight of all the cum settling in your stomach. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmhhfff, let’s do that again sometime, yeah?”<</Dialogue>> Rylide snickers, helping you up and gently rubbing over your middle. You’re not sure you could handle another round so soon. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Pull away">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideLookCV" transition>> You run one hand along the underside of Rylide’s shaft, then quickly get out of the firing line for the jet of precum that follows. After your initial teasing, Rylide’s got needs. And yet here you are, being an even bigger tease. She snorts and thumps a back foot, and gives you a pleading look. You’ve gone and made her horny, and it’s not going to sate itself any time soon. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Uugghh...You can’t just leave me like this!”<</Dialogue>> She whines. She lowers herself down in something far too reminiscent of a predator getting ready to pounce. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Not unless you want to end up being used as a toy…”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Back->Rylide Look Crotch]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>>\ <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Wow, just going to say it outright?”<</Dialogue>> She teases, settling down and crossing her forepaws. She looks you up and down, then giggles and licks her lips. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Lucky for you, my belly’s got a you-sized vacancy.”<</Dialogue>> The bun grabs your arm to pull you close. You stumble right between her lips. A kiss very quickly turns into getting your head and shoulders wrapped in bunny tongue. A passionate kiss. So close, you’re basked in loving warmth. And a lot of drool. Her tongue curls around your face in its own slimy hug, twisting and turning to savour your flavour. Her large teeth nudge against your neck every so often, brushing over you and holding you in place every time she huffs warm air past you. It smells of her guts. Her jaw widens to take you in, stuffing you right against the back of her throat, before she swallows, and the flesh sends you deeper. It’s a powerful swallow, practised. Greedy, with how much she wants you curled up in her stomach. You’d almost forgotten to struggle, only to find your legs already held by the taur’s grip. She squeezes when you start to kick, just to keep ahold of you and keep feeding you deeper down her throat. Your waist already sinks past her lips, tasted for a few seconds longer with a very curious tongue licking over your crotch. It curls behind your rump, tucking back, then another swallow squeezes your hips down into her neck. She purrs around the sinking bulge, dragging it with a slow squelch into the slick depths of her waiting stomach. The sphincter opens up in front of your face easily enough, welcoming you into a warm, slightly-acidic pit. Sludge and stomach juices begin to form a cushion for your landing, but your weight barrels through anyway and forces you to curl up for space. Outside, Rylide gets a visible bulge hanging from her midsection, hanging low over her forepaws. They squeeze in, hardly helping with how cramped it gets in there, as you wriggle about and drag your legs down with the help of gravity, and a final sealing swallow. The upper sphincter squelches shut, dripping the last mouthful of bunny saliva over your body, to mix with the stomach juices already soaking you. Her stomach walls churn, just to make sure you’re packed in tight. For a you-sized vacancy, there isn’t much room for anything else. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Urrrhhhp!”<</Dialogue>> The walls around you reverberate with her loud belch. Her gut grows tighter for a few seconds, until Rylide swallows down another stomach-full of fresh air. You sputter and squirm, trying to shove the slimy walls away, but it’s hard to avoid them when they’re everywhere. Eventually her stomach settles down - or at least most of the way. She still bounces whenever she moves, or talks, or giggles. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Pardon me!”<</Dialogue>> She giggles. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“That happens when you squirm up a storm in there! Just be glad it didn’t send you deeper!”<</Dialogue>> Rylide sighs, hefting her gut up for a moment, then letting you drop. The fleshy cushioning all around you keeps you safe, but it’s still disorientating and embarrassing. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“There we go, all packed away in my tummy. Let me know if you want out, or if you want me to push you deeper.”<</Dialogue>> You can practically hear the heart shape she’s making with her hands. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Stomach Down]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>>\ <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Not going to take me out to dinner first? Lucky for you, I’ve got yours right here…”<</Dialogue>> She pats her flank with her hand, swishing her tail directly against you. Once you push the fluff away from your face, a soft knock from her hips knocks you down, leaving you sitting on the floor and looking up at a rapidly descending tail. It raises up just enough that it drapes over your back, before the weight of her ass comes crashing down on top of you. Your face slots neatly against her rump, squished between thick, jiggly cheeks that flex when she sits back. You’re tugged in close, right up against the hot, musky ring waiting for you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Get used to that musk, and take a deep breath…”<</Dialogue>> She purrs, rocking back and pressing her rim to your face. The pressure smothers you in musky flesh, flexing like a kiss when she sits forward again. Gasping for breath back there preps you for the next time her weight shifts, and you’re surrounded by her thick pucker once more. She grinds her tailhole over you, side to side and forwards and backwards, shoving you into the musky ring again and again, each time relaxing back just a little bit more and sinking your face deeper into her pucker. With a muffled moan, her tailring flexes, and engulfs your head entirely. Hot. Slimy. Musky. Her flesh squeezes around your head, almost pushing you back out, but her butthole clenches again around your neck, locking your head in her bowels. It tightens even more as your world shifts, from Rylide clenching tight while she sits up a little more. Her weight settles on your shoulders, and then she relaxes. All of a sudden, the tightness of her rectum disappears, spreading easily around your head. Important, as a second later you’re driven deeper along the slick tunnel, waist deep when her butt slams back down. You can feel her moan more than hear it. She takes a little longer to readjust again, dangling you from her backside and letting you slip back a little ways before her insides clench tight again. They barely relax when she pushes a little more of you in. Rylide’s enjoying this far too much. She toys with you, clenching then relaxing and letting your butt slip in and out of hers. A subtle motion for her, but it has your entire body sliding around inside her, lost in waves of shifting flesh and pressure. Her itch scratched, your hips and upper legs get swallowed up by the ravenous ring of muscle, tugging you in until only your lower legs and feet wriggle free in the cold air outside. She leaves you like that for a long time, almost lost to her backside, but with your feet so teasingly close to her hole. Squirming about in there almost slips them inside, until they’re resting right on the rim, sunk in almost out of sight. You can feel the soft fluff of her tail settling down. Completely hidden from view, barely noticeable as a bulge in her thick lower half. Schlrrrk. And finally you disappear with a gentle clench. Her tailhole ripples around your feet, still tight, and growing even tighter once they finally slip through. You’re not going to be let out so easily. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide churrs. Her innards flex, fitting tight around you, but they relax whenever you start to squirm. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Rectum Up]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>>\ <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Gosh, well aren’t you a lewd one?”<</Dialogue>> Rylide teases, stroking along your back. Her bulk looms over you, pressing you to her feral chest, carrying you down when she flops onto her side. A leg raises, her sheath exposed, with the very tip of her her shaft peeking out. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“They need some deep massages, you’d best get wriggling.”<</Dialogue>> She purrs. You dive right in against the base of her cock, surrounding yourself in hot, musky softness. Her sac drapes over you, grinding down your front as Rylide moves. Soft fuzzy fur gives way to hot, throbbing flesh, the tip of the taur’s cock pressing wetly to your face. The opening yawns greedily, just enough to bring up the unmistakable scent of cum. Slick precum drips over you, coating you in more of her rich scent. You lean in to kiss the tip of her dick, and miss. Her opening spreads too easily before your lips - the kiss becomes a swallow. Her shaft throbs once to engulf your head, and again to spread over your shoulders. Rylide gasps, but doesn’t pull back. She’s stretched wide to stuff you deep, filled so much in one fluid motion. Another wave of pre spurts around you, brought on by the intense stretch sinking deeper along her shaft. With you stuffed into her urethra, it has nowhere to go but directly over you. It tastes as strongly as it smells. Hot, slimy, intoxicating. The powerful scent of cum grows stronger as you slip further in, streaks of precum leaking out around you, keeping you lubed up as you slide in. You squirm anyway, slipping back and forth and letting Rylide know you’re just as surprised as she is. She purrs, and tugs you deeper with a strange pull from all around you. You can tell she’s enjoying it, with every twitch of her length swallowing up more of your body. Her paws help out, running along the bulge you make, kneading you deeper in time with the throbbing flesh pulling you into her lewdest depths. Soon enough you’re held completely aloft by her thick shaft, bulging out the underside and disappearing somewhere between her legs. It’s so warm, this deep inside the taur. And tight. You doubt you could squirm any deeper by yourself, if it wasn’t for the sheer amount of lube squelching past you. A thick spurt of precum meets you head on, dousing you in her scent, as if it couldn’t get any more overpowering. The deeper you slide, the more powerful the clenching becomes. The rippling tunnel seems to go on forever, tighter and darker as you’re carried along. By the time her slit slips over your feet, you’re stuck, barely even able to wriggle. The only reprieve of the pressure is when it relaxes in front of you, to let you slide deeper, along the curve of her crotch. The scent of sex sinks into everything, surrounding you everywhere, when you’re dropped into a pool of thick, white cream. Rylide’s sac settles once you’ve stopped squirming about, and after she’s finished massaging the rest of your body down the length of her cock. Despite stretching to fit you in, it looks perfectly normal after the fact - if dripping with pre and an errant spurt of jizz that managed to escape as you slipped into her balls. But despite her cock returning to its usual size, her balls are obviously bulged with you within, shifting and churning with fresh cream pouring on you from above. Having you squirm in there seems to keep Rylide’s production going. Or rather, you hope it’s because of you. If she’s this productive normally, there’s no chance of you getting out without a very thorough bath in rabbit taur cum. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Ahhhnn...Get squirming in there, and I’ll make sure you land somewhere soft when I shoot you out!”<</Dialogue>> The big bunny teases, as another wave of movement bounces your surroundings. She’s already stroking over her cock to the thought of you stuck deep in her balls. Or maybe she never stopped. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Balls]]

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><</silently>>\ <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You’re not coming out of there once I’m done, you know. Not for a long time…”<</Dialogue>> She purrs, biting her lip softly. She doesn’t get to do anything like this nearly enough. Not without a little bargaining first. She leans in close and whispers that she will let you go, eventually, and kisses the top of your head. Then she turns around and looms over you with her hindquarters. Her possessiveness makes itself known in the warm, sweet scent of her lust already reaching you, from her tail twitching high behind her. Her legs spread to show off her slit, slightly wet with her scent. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“On your knees, then. I’m going to enjoy you for hours...”<</Dialogue>> You comply, and mentally prepare yourself as well as physically. You’re about to be shoved up a massive taur’s sex, it’s more than a little imposing when her netherlips spread inches from your face. They wouldn’t be called lips if they weren’t meant to be kissed. You lean in and press your face into them, with a soft, wet squish of warmth and lust. All too easily your head gets engulfed by hot pink, slipping past the opening and diving right into her tunnel. She grinds her pussy against you, nestling your nose against her clit several times before she starts stuffing you deeper. One moment you’ve got your face snug against the bunny’s sex, the next you’re suddenly cocooned in slick, pink heat. You disappear with a loud moan and a tight squeeze of muscle rippling along your body, losing you in her canal. Your hips just barely stay outside of her, dragged in and out of the opening with every breath. Rylide purrs around you. There’s no other word to describe the way her walls shimmer and twitch, possessive clenches almost dragging you the rest of the way inside before an alternating wave of pressure pushes you back down. Her hips raise and slip so much of you into the cold outside, you’re practically begging for her warmth before her weight comes crashing back down. Her slick juices coat you, soak you, just enough that there’s never any resistance, even when you squirm. You have just enough space to wriggle against her inner folds, only enough to make her coo with pleasure. It doesn’t take long before the taur’s motions claim you entirely. Your legs dragged up in a few powerful clenches, and a rather insistent paw pressing on the bottom of your feet. Kicking against them just sends you in deeper, utterly surrounded by slick flesh. The walls tighten up further, the consistent squirm of a taur grinding into her paw as well as feeling your squirms work ever deeper inside her bringing her closer to the edge. The constant pressure and heat drains you, exhaustion settling in, but you still squirm as much as you are able. A loud squeak, muffled by the sudden gush of fluids around you, and wave after wave of crushing pressure. All available space filled by pure lust, and constricting muscle. The taur sighs softly as she comes down off her high, gently pushing you out. Just enough to grab over your legs, and start working you in and out of her pussy once more. Faster and harder this time, much more sensitive after her first orgasm. She’s quicker to the brink, clenching tighter around you during her second climax. And her third. She’s lost you by the fourth, leaving you squirming in her depths while she masturbates... You wake up surrounded by pink. Your mind is a haze, and you’re still exhausted. But the soft thrum of a heartbeat and a low, organic burbling keeps you relaxed. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Oh! You’re awake. Good morning, Sleepyhead!<</Dialogue>>” Rylide giggles, just before a slow pressure rubs against you from outside. You’re in her womb, cradled by her body while you slept. She’d kept you after you’d stopped wriggling about, though you’ve no idea how long its been. Rylide’s coy about the answer, opting to instead remind you that she’s not letting you out right now anyway. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Just stay in my womb a little longer. I’ll let you out in due time…”<</Dialogue>> She pauses, then hmms. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“But really, let me know when you do want out. I’ll find somewhere private.”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Womb]]

<<Dialogue Rylide>>"Like, eat me out?"<</Dialogue>> The big bunnytaur cocks her head to one side, draping her long ears over herself. You repeat yourself, which makes her laugh. “Sorry, it's kind of hard to fit all this” She gestures to herself, then points at your gut. “In there. Not interested in being that cramped. It’s bad enough fitting through doorways.” ---- [[-Try to eat her again anyway-->Rylide Devour OV]] <<cw>>Oral vore (You're the prey)<</cw>> [[>Back->Rylide Fun]]

You snuggle against the rabbit’s soft belly, resting your head into her softness. She accepts the cuddles eagerly, resting her arms back around you. She scratches behind your ears and pats on the top of your head, sitting back so you can snuggle against her lower half. She’s so soft. You get pulled away from the fluffy cloud of cuddles after a few minutes, when she picks you up. You get snuggled against her neck instead, and given more affection with gentle boops and kisses, constant snuggles squeezing your tighter and tighter until she’s got you fully clasped against her front. You rest against her muzzle, treated to the soft rise and fall of her chest with her sweet breath, simply basking in each other's presence. After a while, the rabbit gives you another long kiss, but she’s got a certain twinkle in her eye. She opens her mouth wide, leaving you staring right past her jaws. The warmth of her breath hits you first, in a long, pleasant huff. <span id="RylideHugOV"></span> \<span id="choices"> \<<link "Let her eat you">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideHugOV" transition>> You only have to lean in a little, before her tongue rolls out to greet you. She gives you a long, deliberate lick, taking her time to enjoy your taste. She compliments your flavour, as sweet and adorable a snack she could want, before you get another soft kiss to your nose. Her lips spread over your face again, tugging you past her teeth, to be embraced by another layer of warmth and affection. Her tongue squelches, fitting around your features, guiding you back slowly. Rylide takes her time to devour you: She’s constantly nibbling on your head, neck, and shoulders; or she’s rolling you about on her tongue, pressing you against her cheeks and the roof of her maw. Always endlessly tasting you, and drenching you in her warm, slick drool. Eventually she lifts you up a little more, and slips your head over the back of her tongue. You hang in the back of her throat for a short moment to admire the way her gullet ripples, before the flesh rushes up to latch around you, and drag you down along the rolling tunnel. Glrrk. The tight pressure works down over your face, more tight hugs spreading across your body. She still nibbles as she makes her way over your middle, getting every lick of your flavour that she can get. You’ve never felt like such a delicious snack before. Down and down you go, slipping along her slick gullet. Your weight bulges out her throat, enough that the rabbit gently presses back in on you with one hand. You nuzzle back, drawing out affectionate churrs all around you. The soft swallows smoothly pull you deeper, down into the warm, waiting stomach ahead. Before long, she’s swallowed you down entirely. You end up tucked away in her first stomach, curled up in the soft pink cuddles. Her gut gurgles a warm greeting, hugging tight around you. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Stomach Down]] \<<silently>> <<set $RylideLust to 0>> <<if $RylideAffection is < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>> <</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Gently close Rylide's mouth">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideHugOV" transition>> You shake your head and duck down beneath Rylide’s chin. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Awh, m’kay, cutie…”<</Dialogue>> She coos, kissing the top of your head. She doesn’t press the matter any more. You hear her gut chiming in every so often though, especially when she squeezes you tight against it. She blushes after a particularly loud grumble, putting you down a moment later. ---- [[>Back->Rylide]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

After a while you notice the slight dampness creeping up your neck, from Phirae's quick licks over you. They're rather ticklish, but by no means unpleasant, so you don't mind the extra attention, even if it does leave you slightly sticky with cat drool. It doesn't last long though before the cat apparently wants more of a taste, as the cat's jaws clamp down suddenly around your head! If you were trying to keep fairly dry before, having Phirae's drool drip onto you dashes all hopes of that now, as his tongue slathers over your face with wide licks, and loud schlurks. You can't see what he's doing outside, since all you can do is stare down at the cat's gullet, as it yawns widely in preparation for you. If you tried to pull free he might let you go, but his tongue is already quickly trying to pull you deeper... <span id="choices"><<link "Let him eat you">> <<replace "#choices" transition>> The cat's throat doesn't seem too bad really, with its wet heat washing over you from deep inside him. You relax, pushing your head forward in time with the cat's first swallow. It grips onto you easily, suddenly surrounding all your senses as it squeezes tight. It's a wonder how he manages to pack your shoulders away into his jaws, but the encroaching heat spreads lower over your body with each gulp, propelling you swiftly down his gullet. Your head pushes into his stomach proper by the time he gets past your hips, making it hard to focus on either sensation. On one hand, your head is now basking in stale, thin air inside the cat's gut. Your hearing is dulled by the gurgling seemingly all around you, along with the dull thrumming of his heart so close by. The scent is a lot stronger now that you're in the source, and there's no mistaking where you are. As if he slight pool of juices at the bottom of his stomach wasn't enough. Despite the fluids washing over your head, they don't seem to be painful, only making sure you stay wet and slick even after he's stopped licking over you. On the other hand, the cat's tongue is getting rather excited as your crotch slides over it. You try to squirm against his tongue, but all too soon it seems to slip too far and drop into the feline's throat. Though as he swallows once more, you realise just how tight and soft the inside of his gullet really is. The slick flesh grinds against you, wet and warm and rippling in perfect rhythm, barely giving you a moments rest before the next gulp claims you a little more. You barely even notice your feet leaving the ground, twisting and kicking before they too disappear behind the cat's jaws. With the rest of you inside him, it's much easier to curl up in Phirae's stomach, though the walls still press in tight on you, constantly shifting and churning. You are much bigger than his usual meals after all, leaving his gut rather distended and swaying with your movements. It becomes a little harder to move as the cat sits down, reminding you where the ground is through the extra pressure to one side of you. With your whole world cradled by flesh, it would almost be hard to tell otherwise. You can feel the cat's low purr too, replacing the slow sway with a quiet rumble. You suppose it is rather comforting, in its own way. ---- [[>Continue->Phirae Stomach]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Pull away">> <<replace "#choices" transition>> You push hard enough against the cat's shoulders enough to give him pause, and eventually he relents. His jaw relaxes and lets you pull your head free, but not before he can give you one last wet slurp. He grins sheepishly as he swallows down his errant saliva, then steps away from you. Not that it helps all the drool dripping off your head now... ---- [[>Back->Phirae]] \<</replace>><</link>></span>

You relax together for a while, until you notice the slight pressure pressing against your mouth. You open it slightly and look down to see the cat's muzzle poking against your lips, before his nose slipping through and forces you to open your mouth wider. His eyes are half-closed, and he's purring already, now that his muzzle is resting in your mouth. Barely a minute passes before you notice him trying to squirm in further. You can feel his fur sliding over your tongue, almost like silk as it brushes over you. Now that you think about it, you could always cuddle him whilst he's inside your stomach... <span id="choices"><<link "Swallow him">> <<replace "#choices" transition>> You open your mouth and rest a hand on the back of his head, gently guiding it in. His head slips into your mouth with glee, and you can feel him pushing about and twisting, rubbing his cheeks and nose into your tongue. It's almost like he's forcing you to taste him, which you're not going to complain about. You give him a few long licks over his head, each one met with more shivers and purrs, before they push back, nudging against the back of your gullet for a second before they suddenly shift down. You tilt your head back slightly and swallow, but as you relax your throat afterwards the cat still slides deeper in. Phirae’s chest is in your mouth before you know it, and with his wriggles you can’t stop your next swallow that drags that down too. Your stomach swells as he pushes inside, filling it out so quickly, but still it needs to hold more and more of the eager feline. The cat seems like liquid as he slides towards your stomach, bulging your throat as his hips and legs wriggle within it, though it shifts down quickly with another gulp. Soon all that’s left of the cat is his flicking tail and the tips of his paws, but even those too disappear into your mouth. He settles in your stomach, curled up tight to fit, but even then he makes a nice bulge in your belly. You press in on it to feel over the cat's form, both with your hands and your gut. You can feel him shift beneath your flesh, and as he purrs you can feel slight rumble whenever he rests against the sides. You try to focus on the pleasant sensation, especially once Phirae starts to rubs around the inside of your stomach, giving you a massage against deep nerves and working over your muscles from an angle that you rarely get to enjoy. It's much more relaxing than you thought it would be, and you stomach seems to think the same, gurgling and shifting. It culminates in a short belch from the excess air you swallowed down alongside the cat, eliciting a sudden "Eep!" from inside. You pet the wriggling bulge to apologise, and soon enough you feel him settle down. It's a much tighter way to cuddle him, but the cat definitely seems to enjoy it. Your gut lets out a loud “Gwoooorp” of approval at being so stuffed. You guess it enjoys this way of cuddling too. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Pull away">> <<replace "#choices" transition>> You shake your head softly, nudging his head away. He mewls, but relents. You can't help but feel his gaze still staring at your mouth as you cuddle for a little while longer, though. ---- [[>Back->Phirae]] \<</replace>><</link>></span>

/*Boob Hatting*/\ Rylide gently tugs your back to her, resting her arms over her chest while slinks up close to you. She ends up tucking her paws beneath herself to flump down right behind you. Since she’s so close, her upper belly presses against your back, slipping down as she relaxes. A shadow falls over you from above, replaced by the source a moment later. Two soft pillows settle on top of your head, squashing down with a gentle weight, just enough to impede on your vision. Rylide’s breasts squish in, comfortably settling on you. Just when you start to slink lower, her arms tug you up again, keeping you in place. She wants her boobs on your head, and on your head they will stay. After some time you’re finally let free of your pillowy prison, but not without another squeeze smothering you in softness for a second longer. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Fun]]

/*Cuddles*/\ Rylide looks you up and down with a wide grin before reaching out to you. Before you can escape her lecherous ideas, she’s got you smushed into her fur. The big bunny’s a sucker for cuddles, and isn’t about to miss an opportunity. Her arms wrap around your back, with her forepaws soon collecting up your hips, lifting you high into the air when the taur rears up. She’s incredibly soft, with her gut pressed against your front. Her belly rumbles hungrily, but she just pulls you closer, sinking you deeper into her paunch. After a few minutes of cuddling, Rylide starts nibbling on your ears, and sniffs over your head and neck. It’s ticklish and adorable, but you swear she licks her lips far too many times for these cuddles to be totally innocent. More like she’s just getting a feel for your flavour... Eventually she puts you down, after one more squeeze for good luck. Now that they’ve stopped, you kind of miss the warmth of her fur. She giggles, and invites you for more cuddles any time. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Fun]]

/*Sheath nuzzling*/\ You end up snuggling with Rylide, cushioned by her plentiful belly fluff. She makes for a great pillow, wrapping you up with expert precision to fit you in against her tum. You sink in, not noticing her paws nudging you down over her feral belly, until the soft scent of musk reaches you. But by then it’s too late. She’s successfully nudged you all the way down to her crotch, where an entirely new set of pillows awaits your cuddles. You fit neatly into the crook of fluff beside her sheath, smushed face-first into the soft, lewd spot. You could complain about it, but then you wouldn’t have such cosy, warm pillows to cuddle. Her balls press to your chest, shifting against you, slowly rubbed back and forth until you find the comfiest position. Her thighs squeeze in affectionately, keeping you close. You give her sheath a quick nuzzle in return. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Fun]]

/*Teabagging*/\ Rylide suddenly gets a wry smirk and grabs you up, murmuring how you’re so sweet and adorable. When the taur’s doting on you, it’s hard not to let her have her way. Before you know it, you’re beneath her back half, staring up between her back legs. Her balls sway a little ways above you, bouncing slightly whenever the taur adjusts her weight. You can smell her strong scent already - it’s strong, but it’s sweet. She hears you sniffing, and comments that you’d better get used to it. Lowering her haunches drops her sac enough that it settles right onto your face. They’re heavier than they look. And they looked heavy to begin with. But they’re plush, soft enough that they smother you with affection as well as musky fluff. She grinds over your head slowly, back and forth a few times before lifting up again, giving you a chance to catch your breath before lowering down again, for longer. Until you give in and have to gasp for air while she’s still dragging her orbs over your nose and mouth, and you get a lungful of her intoxicating musk straight from the source. While you’re still struggling beneath the taur’s balls, the weight on top of you settles down over the rest of your body. She lays down and gets comfortable, smothering you with her weight - or more accurately, with her balls. It’s not hard to breathe, but it’s very hard to get a breath that isn’t rich with the taur’s musk. You can feel her sac shifting too, idly churning so close to you. She gets up when she’s finally satisfied you’ve got enough of her scent all over you. It’s a lingering scent, that’s going to be hard to wash off. At least it smells good... ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Fun]]

/*Facesitting (Vagina)*/\ Rylide tackles you to the ground (mostly) softly, cuddling you up for a while. She leaves you on the floor when she raises back up. She’s biting her lip. She’s got an idea. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a really soft face?” It’s a weird compliment, especially from someone as soft as Rylide. “Just...Hold still for a moment, let me just…” She trails off as she steps over you, brushing her low-hanging feral belly over you. It slips past and rears up, leaving you pinned between her back paws by the time you realise what she meant. Her crotch rests on your chest, netherlips softly grinding against you. She’s wet. “Hold still, and hold your breath.” She giggles. Everything goes dark when she shifts forward a little further and lowers herself down completely. She straddles your entire upper body, losing your face in her pussy. The warm, fresh taste of musk floods your senses, coupled with the hot, tight pressure of flesh squeezing on your head. The only thing stopping you from getting pulled in deeper is her own weight resting on you. You can hear her moans, muffled by the soft squish of wet flesh grinding over your face. You get a short moment to squirm while she readjusts, long enough to get a glimpse of her peering down at you over her entire body length. She’s so tall when she sits up to her full height. All of that, right on top of you, framed by the thick lips squelching you back into her vagina when she sits back down. You lose all track of time while you stay down there. When you’re constantly squeezed and kneaded, and left to squirm against slick flesh until you’re almost out of breath, it’s easy to get carried away. Her scent is intoxicating, sinking you under the sweet influence with every lungful of gasped air, tainted by your lips always snug between hers. Your respite finally comes after Rylide does. A thick gush of cream coats your head, drenching you in bunny cum. The pressure shoves you to the ground, while Rylide grinds on on you, basking in shaky bliss. She’s heavy, when she collapses forward, still keeping you pinned beneath her, before he legs finally stretch, and her hindquarters raises up from your face. <span id="RylideSexUB"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Lick her clean">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSexUB" transition>> You can see her legs shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm. Slipping out from underneath her at the wrong time might end up with her crashing back down on top of you. No, it’s much safer to stay where you are, looking up at the taur’s greedy nethers, still winking and dripping with cum. You sit up, and press your face to her pussy once more, licking at the thick, sweet cream. Her juices soak your face and neck, dribbling down your body as if it wasn’t wet enough already. Rylide moans, her hips rolling to push your head deeper into her. Maybe she hadn’t realised you’d gotten up, or maybe she meant it, but she stuffs your entire upper half into her hips when she sits down. “Mnnhhnn...Get inside me.” She purrs. She’s big enough to take you, though squeezing walls press in on every inch of you. Slick, hot flesh clings to everything, twitching with powerful contractions around you. Deeper you plunge, until her hips meet floor. You’re held in place, and brought up when she raises up again - just enough that you can find your footing before she shoves down again, and completely devours you with her pussy. Save for your feet, that slip out just enough to catch the floor again when her muscles relax. She soon settles on a slowing bouncing rhythm, almost giving you time to catch your breath between deep thrusts. All you can smell is her honeypot no matter what, even when she raises up off you completely. The sudden burst of cold air is so unforgiving compared to the slick heat inside Rylide. You don’t have to deal with it for very long before she stuffs you right back inside, anyway. <<linkreplace "Be her toy" transition>> \<<set _random to random(1,2)>> \<<switch _random>> \<<case 1>> Up and down, and on and on, her sex grinds wet flesh over your body. Femcum smears over every inch of you, dribbling down into areas that can’t be squeezed by the hot pink surrounding you. But the longer you’re in there, the more Rylide can experiment with how to uses her new toy. You’re forced deeper to scratch every primal itch, jostled about like she’s in heat by the time she hits her second peak, squeezed ever tight with the rush of fluids gushing out past you. You’re held in place, from how deep you’ve been stuffed inside her, to feel the waves of pressure slowly giving in as she calms down. As she relaxes, instead of slipping backwards, you find yourself nudged just a little further in, pressed against the taur’s cervix. After a little squeezing, it relents, and you’re squeezed through the tight opening into Rylide’s womb. You can just barely make out her soft sigh while you settle down inside her. She’s not done with you just yet. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Womb]] \<<case 2>> Up and down, and on and on, her sex grinds wet flesh over your body. Femcum smears over every inch of you, dribbling down into areas that can’t be squeezed by the hot pink surrounding you. But the longer you’re in there, the more Rylide can experiment with how to uses her new toy. You’re forced deeper to scratch every primal itch, jostled about like she’s in heat by the time she hits her second peak, and you’re forced out of her with another flood of her cum. She just barely manages to miss you as she rolls onto her side, blushing brightly, but smiling down at you all the same. She collects you up into a bundle against her lower half, snuggling you despite the wet squish of her juices messing up her fluff. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Fun]] \<</switch>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Slip out from beneath her">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSexUB" transition>> You slip out from underneath the taur to be met with a blushing-but-very-satisfied bunny face. She blows you a kiss, and slowly stretches out, very relaxed after that session. “Thanks, cutie. You have a really soft face” She purrs. ---- [[>Back->Rylide Fun]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

/*Paw Stuff*/\ Rylide stretches and thumps her back paws on the ground a few times. It’s adorable, but you can feel the reverberations through the floor. After a while - and a few nudges of her head - you finally get the idea. If you want to see her hind paws, you’d better get down there for a closer look. Lying beneath a taur is actually kind of a terrifying experience, in a weirdly lewd, adrenaline rush kind of way. It’s not like when she’s about to lay on you - staring up at the sole of her massive hind paw is a little different. You can properly appreciate just how much a girl like her weighs, when she’s about to bring it all down right on your face. “Ready?” She asks, curling her toes a few times in the air. As big and heavy as they look, her toes seem so puffy and soft. FWHMPH. Everything goes muted for a second, aside from the low ringing in your ears. Your world goes dark. It takes you a few seconds to realise you’re actually still conscious, you’ve just got the weight of a taur blocking you off from everything. When you can’t see or hear, the only thing your senses can tell you is that the thing on top of you both really heavy, but really soft. You’re pinned down by Rylide’s paw, until she sees fit to lift it off of you. Judging by the way your head settles between her toes, that’s not happening any time soon. You’ve got plenty of time down there to get used to Rylide’s soft musk. Whenever she shifts her weight, or whenever she flexes her toes on top of your face, the strangely-sweet scent rubs off on you. Despite how much she hops about, it’s hardly unpleasant - not least of which because it’s the only thing you’ll be smelling for the next few minutes. Her toes splay out, slotting your face in between the fluff like it belongs there, driven into the softness when she presses down on you. You stay stuck against Rylide’s paw after she finally lifts up, dropping down a second later. The bunny’s toes flex a few more times for good measure, showing off the slight mess you’ve made of her fluff while she’s been grinding it on you. Aside from her messed-up fluff, it’s far too bright without a rabbit paw on top of you. And cold. You hadn’t realised how warm it had been beneath the taur. How lucky you were. Ha, rabbit foot jokes. If she knew you were thinking that, she’d probably step on you again. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Fun]]

<<= either("Squeak squeak","Squeak!","Squeak squeak squeak squeak","Squeak, squeak squeak.")>>

<<silently>><<if $RylideAffection < 1>><<set $RylideAffection to 1>><</if>><</silently>>\ <<CharacterHeader "Rylide" "Rylide Laure-Amnier" "Jackalopetaur" "She/Her">> <<Dialogue Rylide>>"I was wondering when you were going to bring that up, sweetie,"<</Dialogue>> She churrs. The taur launches into a well-practised spiel welcoming you, that reveals that the tour is in fact a tour of the taur. Specifically her guts. She thought you looked tasty from the moment she saw you, so she gave you the ticket as a little flirt if you understood what she wanted. And since you're back here and showing it off, that must mean you're really going to let her eat you and squeeze you tight in her belly and send you deeper, for a proper tour of her digestive system. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"Don't worry, it's all totally safe, I've done this plenty of times before. And I'll even let you out, too!"<</Dialogue>> Rylide giggles, practically bouncing on top of you. She's drooling. A lot. <span id="RylideTour"></span> \<span id="choices"> \<<link "Let her eat you">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideTour" transition>> Rylide gently pushes you to the floor and asks you to lay down and hold still. She lifts up your legs, glancing over you a few times as if she's measuring you up. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I’ll do best to make sure your ride is as smooth as possible! Though this part might be a little bumpy. It’s easier if you relax and don’t wiggle so much.”<</Dialogue>> The taur giggles, almost giddy at the prospect of swallowing you. She fusses about for a little while longer first, before finally stuffing your feet into her mouth. The warm, wet cavern engulfs you in drool and playful nibbles, while Rylide readjusts to hold you up in her forepaws. You shiver despite the heat, when her tongue flicks over you. She tries to talk, but with her mouth stuffed full you have no idea what she said - but from the expression, it's a compliment to how tasty you are. Her cheeks are cute when they’re stuffed full, but it's hard not to slip. With a sudden gulp, your feet push over the back of her tongue and slip down into her gullet. She swallows immediately, but despite her size, it’s a tight squeeze. You can feel her teeth nibbling on you. Not hard enough to hurt, but it’s actually a little ticklish. You squirm, but your legs are already squeezed tight in her gullet, they can’t move much except deeper into her body when she gulps down more of you. Her lips slip over your thighs like sliding down a very slow, very soft water slide. No matter how much she hurriedly licks over your body to help, and despite her earlier request, you wriggle plenty. The taur moans at the sensation, drooling more around you, but she holds your arms to your sides to stop you squirming as much, speaking around you in complaint. “Ahhfff mhrrrf nnghhmmnnmm.” She declares, before cramming you back once more. Once her throat latches onto you, there’s no stopping her. Much less so when you’re crammed down her gullet by her paws, as well as her swallows. You’re squished into her jaws and down her throat as fast as she can swallow, almost hurried to pack you down. Your taste got the better of her nerves, soaking you in bunny drool that slinks past you with each gulp, bridging between your body and her flesh. It doesn’t make her gullet any less tight. You're up to hips in warm taur gullet when you feel your feet pushing through into her stomach. The esophageal sphincter slows you down for a second, but as soon as it opens there’s nothing to catch you until you hit the bottom of her first stomach. As she swallows down more you have to curl up and crouch, but you can see the bulge your lower half makes within her gut. More and more, pushing out beneath her already hefty softness, making her forestomach bounce with each new gulp cramming you in. Soon enough she reaches your neck, ‘til there’s just your head sticking out from her maw. You feel the suction of her lips giving you a strange proxy of a kiss, before the next gulp tugs your head inside. Your last view of the outside world is framed by her jaws, blocked off by her big bunny teeth. Her tongue curls beneath your head, and pushes you into her throat, and swallows. The last gulp feels so much tighter, squeezing over your head to push you down the rest of the way to her belly. Her grunts of effort rumble around you, ringing in your ears. As you slink deeper, you can make out the noise of her stomach waiting for you, anxious to get you secured inside her. You curl up as best you can in her stomach, elbowing into the slimy walls for space. It doesn’t help, when it keeps churning around you. Then it becomes all too clear what she’s trying to do, when everything straightens out again, and you’re swallowed even deeper. You’re squished through another tight tunnel, far more easily than the first. The added stomach juices and swallowed-down drool drain alongside you into a wider tube, and far shorter, swishing you through the space between her upper and taur half. It’s almost like deja vu, except a lot hotter, and a lot wetter. There’s a brief moment of weightlessness where you’re in both of Rylide’s stomachs at once, but that’s quickly rectified with a loud, wet, shove depositing you the rest of the way into the taur’s second stomach. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"Mmmm...Gosh it's so good to feel you inside me. It was so hard not just snatching you up as a cutie snack before!"<</Dialogue>> She rubs her belly, hugging you through her fur and fat. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"Anyway, enjoy the tour!"<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Riding Stomach]] \<<silently>> <<if $RylideAffection < 3>><<set $RylideAffection to 3>><</if>> <</silently>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Tell her no">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideTour" transition>> Somehow Rylide's ears manage to droop more than they usually do. Nonetheless, she straightens up again and clears her throat. <<Dialogue Rylide>>"R-right. But, you hold onto that ticket in case you change your mind, m'kay?"<</Dialogue>> She says, before wiping the errant drool from her mouth. ---- [[>Back->Rylide]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<= either("You rub against Rylide’s cock, grinding your front against the base of her shaft. You ride in the same rhythm as her twitching, making sure to hump right when her sheath squeezes in. Rylide definitely enjoys it." , "Running a hand towards the opening of Rylide’s sheath means squeezing it past her shaft. The pressure loosens as you tease open the slit, but it doesn’t stretch much before a gentle squeeze forces you down. You lose your grip, and sink deeper into Rylide’s sheath." , "You press yourself against the taur’s cock, rubbing and squeezing to really drive her wild. You’re rewarded with your efforts with muffled moans and loud squeals, and occasional jolt when you press in just the right way, and almost send the bunny over the edge. <br><br><<Dialogue Rylide>>\“Nhhhf...Just a little more…\”<</Dialogue>> She squeaks." , "You make the best of your situation and rub along the taur’s sheath walls. It’s all your squirming that got you into this mess in the first place - it’ll take a whole other mess to get you out. Slipping your hands out to rub along her shaft helps, bringing up a spurt of pre that dribbles back down her length and over you.")>>

<<= either("There’s barely enough room to wiggle, let alone squirm, but you give it your best shot anyway. You can’t tell if Rylide knows what you’re doing, when all you can tell is that she’s rapidly stroking her cock and mashing you against it through her sheath." , "You kick and shove against the plush sheath surroundings, dragging yourself up and down against her length. The flesh shifts around you, bringing up a fresh wave of intoxicating musk to soak you. Rylide purrs in agreeable bliss, humping at the air and shaking you about." , "You shimmy about and sink deeper towards the bottom of Rylide’s shaft as a result. There’s barely any space and you almost choke on how thick her musk is, but you find yourself sinking deeper anyway. It’s too intoxicating to escape, you have to keep squirming…" , "Before you can start to squirm, something presses against you from outside, smothering you against the throbbing pillar you’re stuck against. You’re held in place while a thick bulge pushes past you, a wave of musk reaching you a moment later. That was a thick spurt of pre..." , "Rylide moans when you squirm, or maybe she was just too horny to begin with. You can tell she’s getting close though. Or needier. She’s gotta cum soon...right?")>>

<<= either("Is it embarrassing to know Rylide’s jacking off right next to you? It can’t be much worse than being shoved up against her cock in the first place. Except her paw tends to stray too low, which squeezes you against her with far too much precision to be an accident every time. " , "You feel some kneading from outside, along with a low, muffled purring. It stops as soon as it started, but Rylide seems a lot more riled up afterwards. Is that...swallowing you can hear? Wet, lewd squelches, followed by a loud gasp of pleasure." , "Your mind is briefly distracted from the heat and muskiness in the air by some powerful throbbing against you. It's cramped, so you’re forced to wrap your arms and legs against Rylide’s shaft just to properly fit inside. The pulsing in your grasp is a strong rhythm, in perfect tandem with her powerful heartbeat, and it seems she's getting closer to going off like a firework." , "The jostling around you becomes much more erratic for a few moments, as the lapine jerking it to your shuffling and squirming gets closer to her peak. It would shake you up a fair bit if the walls weren't clamping down and keeping you securely at the base of her shaft." , "All around you, the pressure suddenly builds, and your face is pressed against the pillar of arousal you had become temporary roommates with. The world rocks back and forth, as Rylide begins to grind against something or other, really taking in the experience of a friend in her cocksleeve.")>>

You crawl against the taur’s shaft to try and get free, but there’s no space for you to slip much more than a hand out. You’ll have to wait until Rylide’s finished masturbating. Or help her along. ---- [[>Back->Rylide Sheath Erect]]

You’re jostled about when Rylide thrusts her hips forward. The motion almost pushes you free from her sheath, but the slit doesn’t have enough give to actually let you out. Her sheath is tight around you, far too much to let anything out except for your muffled shouts. They’re drowned out by how loud Rylide gets anyway, ignoring your occasional squirms when she gets too carried away masturbating. Your head smushes into her sheath walls when a bulging weight slips up along the underside of her shaft - another spurt of musky pre making a mess outside. They get much more frequent, to the point where you swear you can hear her prostate sloshing with how much it produces. Or maybe those are her balls, far too full with cum that needs release. The taur’s sheath grows tight from her shaft’s constant movements. Her balls contract and raise up just enough that you can tell what’s coming. Rylide lets out a soft squeak. Then she cums. At least you’re not in the firing line for all that seed. There’s no way it’ll get all over you, safe against the the bottom of Rylide’s dick. You can just feel it all gushing past you, rope after rope fired off with heavy throbs arcing the stuff all about. You can hear it, as muted splurts spattering on everything, fired off with enough force to leave dull, bassy thumps ringing in your ears with each throb. Even though you don’t get coated in cream, you still soak in the scent, doused in intoxicating fresh musk. But although Rylide relaxes to bask in the afterglow, it feels like an eternity before her shaft actually starts to slink back into its home. The slow twitches of her cock stop pressing against you so hard, giving you enough space to wriggle. Do it too much though, and you’ll get her frisky again. You’re careful to start nudging towards the entrance, reaching out and getting a handful of wet, slick goop. A little bit of cum streaking down her length, now smeared all over you. So much for not being in the splash zone. A slow bead of cum leaks over your head, when the tip slips down to kiss against you. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

After being stuck by Rylide’s masturbation, you’ve been subjected to far more musk than you should ever have to deal with. You might have been able to avoid some of it if you hadn’t gotten her so horny, but since you’ve been stuck, there’s nothing you could have done except wait it out and hope she calms down. Well. You could have helped her along a little more, actually. You’re stuck when your surroundings shift, tilting while something squelches into her very close by. You can’t tell where or what it is exactly, it’s hard to keep track of it when it’s constantly slipping in and out of the taur, and you’re bounced along with her hips every time. It drags you against the rabbit’s shaft, up and down a little ways, just enough to tease her lust. Even when she sits back, and you can feel her shudder rippling through her body, she doesn’t stop. Not until you feel a thick bulge rushing along the length of her cock. It bubbles up and gushes past you, muted, wet splurts rolling out amidst the rabbit’s orgasm. While Rylide rides out the bliss of her climax, you’re pushed against the taur’s cock to feel every twitch carrying a thick load of cream right past you. Again, and again, tainting the already-musky air with the distinct scent of fresh cum. It doesn’t help that Rylide’s still going, bouncing with something stuffed into her, and her paws rubbing along her length. Each jerk of her hips pushes you into the plush sheath walls, with rhythmic precision. Trying to time it doesn’t help though. There’s no space to shove elsewhere, when you’re surrounded by the bunny’s sheath. By the time her shaft actually starts to grow flaccid, you’ve already been given a fresh coating of musk from the taur’s sheath. A few dribbles of her latest climax manages to slick over you too, as her length slips back inside. You’ve spent too long stuck against her shaft, but getting too eager to stretch yourself out might stimulate her again. You’ll have to be careful, or get ready for another long ride pinned against her... ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Sheath Climaxed]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideLust to 0>><<set $health to 100>><</silently>>

<<include "Rylide Sheath">> \<<done>><<replace "#exits">>[[>Squeeze your way into Rylide's dick->Rylide Sheath Down to Balls]] [[>Squeeze back up and out->Rylide Sheath Climax Out]]<</replace>><</done>>

Having/Making people talk about other people you have met? Having unlockable scenes by having companions (See, inventory) Get Scone working Add Willow's Tail vore and Digestion scenes Add Nutmeg and the Alleyway scenes Get the Park open Add Park changes - throw/catch minigame with Bishop, Running minigame with Bishop Get the Cafe open Add Cafe changes - staff on shift, player as staff scenes Get the Theatre open Phirae's Post-Digestion stuff The companion join/leave scenes Rylide Taur Tour Scenes Rylide more idle chat topics Rylide Flirty fooling around things Willow Post-Digestion Scene Nutmeg Post-Digestion Scene An Inventory System

<<= either("You rub against Willow's stomach walls, running your hands along the wrinkled flesh. It gives way slightly, before clenching back in on you with a loud gurgle." , "You massage the stomach walls around you, and are met with some soft gasps and moans from it's owner. <<Dialogue Willow>>\"Hey, you're okay in there, right? I'll let you out soon, just let me finish up here...\"<</Dialogue>>" , "Running your hands along the slick flesh, you pass the time by teasing at the red panda's insides. The distractions only make the red panda's stomach gurgle, with some pats from outside.")>>

<<= either("You squirm about, kicking against the stomach walls. Willow pats his gut and murmurs something about worrying about you, but only for a few seconds before he settles back down." , "You try to brace yourself against the hot flesh, shoving and twisting to fight against the shifting walls, but they're stopped by his gut holding you tight." , "You squirm and thrash as best you can, but it does little to stop Willow's gut from rolling you about within anyway. He does groan and hold his middle with his paws though, pressing in on you to help keep you still.")>>

<<if $health == 0>> Your next squeeze is interrupted as Willow gives his paunch a squeeze, and you along with it. <<Dialogue Willow>>"Oh, just quiet down in there and digest, will you? It's hard enough to study with you squirming like that."<</Dialogue>> He whispers harshly, before his stomach growls again. It seems like he never was going to let you out after all, or at least, not in piece. You struggle and kick against him in retaliation, but he's kept you inside easily enough so far, and as you're basted in digestive juices, they eat away at your strength with each passing second. It's so hard not to let your eyes drift shut, but your vision fades to black just as Willow settles back in his chair. He's taking a break to let you digest, you guess, before passing out. <<elseif $health < 40>> Willow's stomach constantly churns around you, treating you more like food than an unwelcome guest you were supposed to be. For all your squirms and kicks though, the red panda pays no more attention to you, aside from the occasional pats to his gut. Trying not to draw attention to your squirming bulge, you guess. But as you redouble your efforts to fight against the rippling flesh, you're once against dunked into the acids and chyme, shoved and squeezed tighter and tighter until you’re gasping for breath. <<Dialogue Willow>>"Buuahhrp! Oop, excuse me!"<</Dialogue>> You hear the red panda's soft titter before he calms again, giving you a heavy slosh. <<elseif $health < 80>> Despite how active the stomach is getting, Willow doesn't seem to be too bothered. He still seems like he's back in his seat and reading, given the quiet murmurs you can hear through his flesh.You yell out to him, or to anyone, for help. No response aside from another squeeze from Willow's stomach. There's not even a hint as to how or when he's going to let you out. After a while though, you can hear him chuckling. The pressure tightens up again as he leans forward, resting you against his desk, and forcing you against the dripping walls. You get the sinking feeling he's enjoying your presence in there... <<else>> \<</if>>

Post digestion Willow patting his belly and squeezing the extra chub <<Dialogue Willow>>"Oops...Oh well."<</Dialogue>> ---- <<link ">Continue?" "VOID">><</link>>

<<time random(1,2)>> <<= either("You lean in slightly closer to the pair, eavesdropping on their conversation for a while." , "You cock your head towards the mouse and otter, slyly looking at their animated discussion through the corner of your eye." , "You sidle up to the table as if they can't see you, casually dropping into their conversation." , "With nothing better to do, you pretend to browse through a nearby shelf whilst listening in on the otter and mouse.")>> <<set _rumour to random(1,8)>> \<<switch _rumour>> \<<case 1>> The otter sips from a water bottle before pointing it towards the mouse. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"Alright Muffin, about your sister..."<</Dialogue>> The mouse almost stands up to interrupt Mocha, but thinks better of it after a second, and sits back down. <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Yeah, I've heard the rumours too, and yeah stuff like marbles and balls have been missing from home, but that doesn't mean she's been eating it. She's not like that."<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Mocha>>"Actually I heard Scone's been feeding things to other people instead."<</Dialogue>> The otter says, before looking away and taking another sip of their drink. <<Dialogue Muffin>>"W-what?! Who?"<</Dialogue>> Muffin squeaks. Mocha doesn't reply, despite the continued begging. <<case 2>> <<Dialogue Mocha>>"So Thistle's is hiring again."<</Dialogue>> the otter pipes up. <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Already? Didn't they just bring in two new folks? I thought the badger girl was cute last time I went."<</Dialogue>> Muffin sighs. The mouse thinks for a minute, but shakes his head. <<Dialogue Muffin>>"But no, I'm not interested. I've seen the folks working there get eaten far too many times on shift. You've really gotta get Bramble to stop skipping shifts there instead."<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Mocha>>"Sheesh, you're both as bad as each other"<</Dialogue>> Mocha shrugs. <<case 3>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Man, Willow's tail keeps looking at me funny..."<</Dialogue>> The mouse complains, shifting in their seat and leaning from side to side. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"It's a tail, it doesn't have eyes."<</Dialogue>> Muffin says dismissively, though he glances behind him at the red panda studying a few tables away. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"And it's not like it can reach you from here. And last time it accidentally ate you Willow bought us both drinks to make up for it. I'm half tempted to get you to try and get eaten again."<</Dialogue>> He snickers. <<Dialogue Willow>>"...You know I can hear you guys, Right?"<</Dialogue>> Willow calls over without looking up from his book. Muffin blanches and goes quiet. <<case 4>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Do you believe in Gryphons?"<</Dialogue>> Muffin suddenly comes out with, earning a puzzled look from the otter. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"What."<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Nothing, nothing, I just heard something a while ago about this massive 20ft gryphon-like monster flying through the night. I was just wondering if you've heard the same."<</Dialogue>> Mocha just stares flatly. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"No."<</Dialogue>> <<case 5>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"I don't know why, but the theatre over on the East side gives the me the creeps."<</Dialogue>> The mouse shrugs. Mocha glances around before leaning in and whispering (rather loudly). <<Dialogue Mocha>>"Actually, I heard the peeps that work there are all magicians, and wh-"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Yeah no shit, it's a magical theatre what'd you expect."<</Dialogue>> Muffin looks unimpressed. The otter groans and facepalms. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"I mean, like, FOR REAL magicians. And that they shrink people and steal them away to devour and use as fuel for their tricks."<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"...Yeah no, that's just dumb, Mocha."<</Dialogue>> <<case 6>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Psst, hey Mocha. You see that guy over there?"<</Dialogue>> Muffin jerks his head ever so slightly in your direction. <<Dialogue Muffin>>"I'm pretty sure he's spying on us."<</Dialogue>> You gasp quietly and look away, suddenly a lot more engrossed with the books on the other side of the shelf. <<Dialogue Muffin>>"....Weirdo."<</Dialogue>> You hear the mouse mutter. <<case 7>> <<Dialogue Mocha>>"Please tell me I'm not the only one who heard that cat moaning all last night. I could barely sleep 'cause of it."<</Dialogue>> Mocha groans, slumping back in his chair. <<Dialogue Muffin>>"The one on the second floor? Yeah, I heard her too. I think she's in heat or something."<</Dialogue>> The mouse nods. <<Dialogue Muffin>>"And to make matter worse, I could find any earplugs in the place. Though I swear I just bought a dozen pairs recently."<</Dialogue>> The otter snickers, shrugging slightly. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"And Scone didn't have any either?"<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"No, she was staying over at that yellow cat's place again. Ugh, thanks for reminding me of that..."<</Dialogue>> Muffin sighs, crossing his arms in a huff. He's rather flustered now. Poor thing. <<case 8>> <<Dialogue Mocha>>"So, you know that taur upstairs?"<</Dialogue>> The otter starts, idly drumming the table with his fingers. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"Do you think she offers, like, free rides for, uh, trial runs or anything?"<</Dialogue>> Muffin scoffs, shaking his head dismissively. <<Dialogue Muffin>>"How should I know? You could always go ask her, what's the worst that could happen?"<</Dialogue>> Mocha shrugs. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"I dunno man, just when someone's that big it's kinda imposing."<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Nah, she's cuddly, apparently. Or so says Julep. But they're both taurs, even if he's tiny, so maybe he's biased."<</Dialogue>> The otter still seems apprehensive, drumming on the table again before sighing. <<Dialogue Mocha>>"Well at least if you never hear or see me ever again, you'll know I'm trapped in her gut."<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Muffin>>"Good luck."<</Dialogue>> The mouse snickers. <</switch>>

<<Dialogue Willow>>"Oh hush up in there, I'm trying to focus and the sounds of you digesting is actually really distracting."<</Dialogue>> The red panda huffs, and grinds into the table to smother you in his stomach folds again. It sounds less and less like he's going to let you out with every passing churn... ---- [[>Back->Willow Stomach]]

You come to later, head swimming and vision blurry. It soon resolves itself as you get a feel for your body once more, coming face to face with a spotted, sneering face inches away from yours. <<Dialogue Nutmeg>>"Morning sunshine!"<</Dialogue>> A scratchy, snickering voice exclaims, before flashing you what would be a friendly smile, if it was about 15 degrees smaller. Instead, two thick rows of pointed teeth sneer at you. You get a whiff of his breath as he speaks. It's vile, simply put. The stench of digestion is unmistakeable - it hardly seems like the hyena's EVER brushed his teeth. But with how he keeps grinning, he probably takes pride in that fact. It’s not helped by the cloth tied around your face, the impromptu gag tasting just as bad, and making it harder to make any sounds louder than muffled grunts. You try to pull away from the hyena and make a break for the streets, but you trip over yourself before you even get up. With a shiver, you realise your arms are bound behind your back and your ankles are tied together. At least you’re not completely bound, but the bindings are tight, digging into your wrists as you try to pull them apart. He wants you to struggle, you realise. The hyena seems to notice you tugging on your restraints, laughing in you face and joking about the futility of it. <<Dialogue Nutmeg>>“You can try, or you can wait for my stomach acids to break them for you. Then you’ll be able to squirm freely. While you’re still conscious!”<</Dialogue>> His laugh is grating, but what annoys you more is how much he spits on you in the process. You can feel the flecks of warm, slimy drool splatter on your face, running down your neck to give you a cold chill. He shakes his head pushes you back against the floor, resting on of his paws on your shoulder as he leans over you. <<Dialogue Nutmeg>>“Don’t worry mate, I’m not gonna hurt ya. It’s all just a little bit of fun I like to have with my food.”<</Dialogue>> He don’t even have time to yelp before he corrects himself. <<Dialogue Nutmeg>>“No, no you’re right, you’re going to be digested, it won’t exactly be pleasant either.”<</Dialogue>> He winks. He stands up and pulls you against his middle, forcing your face into his gut. The hyena’s pudge moulds around your face, forcing you to breathe his scent to get any hint of air. It’s musky, and sweaty, and dirty, but at least it doesn’t stink of digestive acids. You can hear them though, from his stomach groaning for you. It’s hungry, and the hyena knows you’re food. There’s no way out of this, you’re going to be digested. He seems to notice your begrudging acceptance, pulling you up to meet him face to face. <<Dialogue Nutmeg>>“That’s right, it won’t hurt if you act like a good meal. Don’t squirm too much until you’re most of the way in, for those desperate struggles. Maybe I’ll have a change of heart, eh?”<</Dialogue>> He laughs again, leaning over you with his mouth wide for you to take the brunt of hot air. It’s not even as much laughter so much as it is bathing you in his breath. Just as you feel your vision fading though, he snaps his mouth shut, and stares at you with an unsettling intensity. <<Dialogue Nutmeg>>“Except maybe I’ll give you one chance. I’m a kind hyena. HA!”<</Dialogue>> He pushes you back down and straddles you, grinning over you once more. Either he can eat you as you are right now, or you can play a little game together. For fun. And maybe then you’ll avoid ending up in his stomach. He sneers again, like he's hardly going to keep his word, despite how he specifically says as much. <<Dialogue Nutmeg>>"All you've gotta do is get my riddle correct, 'kay? Ready?"<</Dialogue>> He holds your head still and jams his fingers into your mouth. He jams it against your tongue, rubbing across and pulling your cheek to one side before yanking the gag free of your mouth. You sputter and cough, choking on the yeen's finger before finally pulls it free and rests it on your lips. <<Dialogue Nutmeg>>"What’s easy to get into, but hard to get out of?"<</Dialogue>>

The hyena's gut is so tight around you, helped none by your arms still bound behind your back. Strands of the rope that had been around your legs share what little space there is with you, wet and stringy from the digestive acids sloshing about. You're sure you make a hefty bulge in the hyena's gut, but even when you shout out you get no response. Except from the hyena teasing you. You kick and squirm as best you can, but that only encourages him, taunting you about your fate, how you'll end up being part of the thing that's keeping you trapped right now. It suddenly tightens, and what little fresh air you have rushes back up the hyena's throat in a loud, wet belch. "Uuuuuurrrhp! Keep that up, and I'll swallow more air down so you can squirm for longer!" Though as he does, the acrid stench of digestion still burns the air around you. With how the hyena’s stomach walls contract around you - secreting thick juices over your body - there’s no mistake what he’s got in store for you. Already there’s a growing pool of acids settled around you, for you to be bathing in.

Inside the hyena's balls stinks of his musk, though that's no surprise with how you're bathing in a flood of his cum. You're still struggling against your bindings too, so you can't even kick or shove against the hot flesh that well. Even if you could, you're slowed by the sheer amount of gooey musk all around you, coating you in the off-white cream. You can feel him settle down with the ground much more solid beneath you. It's your only connection to the outside world now, beyond the hyena's rubbing over you, and his lewd moans. The inside of his sac is soft, but that's hardly and comfort for you. Your head is shoved into the slick walls, especially as the hyena's paws massage over you. They're coated in his cum, roiling like a milk bath around you. One that's gooey, and clings to every spot it can.

{random:You can’t rub very well with your hands still bound, but you massage against the inside of the stomach with your feet. You shudder as the flesh envelops them, squelching and squishing and drenching them is tingling digestive juices.: You squeeze on the hyena’s gut as best in the little spot you can reach, but the hyena doesn’t respond. Aside from a wet gurgle and rumble from his stomach, but it’s been doing that since you get crammed in here.:You slowly grind against the hyena’s gut, closing your eyes as stomach juices secrete right over your head. The hyena seems to notice you, taunting you and reaffirming your place.}

{random:You try to kick the stomach walls, but they simply shift over your legs, squeezing you back in with a sickening ‘glurp’. The hyena coos in pleasure above, pressing in on you with his paws. “That’s right, squirm in there and get yourself all tired, my gut’ll do you good…”: It’s hard to brace yourself properly without your hands, as you try to push up against the base of the hyena’s gut. You slip, and land headfirst against the slimy walls.:You yell and struggle towards the top of the hyena’s stomach, but with how slow progress is, and how easy it stops you whenever everything around you shifts, you have no idea how you’re going to get all the way up his throat. He taunts you about that, and how he’ll just swallow you right back down. Maybe he’d taste over you for a little longer though. You were a tasty snack the first time.} The hyena's belly sloshes you about with his sudden movements. As tight as it is in there, you're shoved harder into his stomach walls whenever he rolls or shifts. You're not sure what he's actually doing to move so much, but you can feel the distinct pressure of his paw on top of you. "Keep up that squirming snack! Who knows, maybe you'll earn a spot as my assfat rather than my gut!" he teases, before letting out a loud belch. "BWRUUUAAAARRHP!" You get squeezed tighter by it, which the hyena seems far too pleased with. His laughter does not go well with the loud gurgling of his stomach. After a while, it's clear the hyena never had any intention of letting you escape. His gut gurgles hungrily, working over you in heavy churns and rolling you between the wrinkled, slimy walls. You're smothered in them, forced to gag on the stench of his last meals still tainting the air around you. But even then, the thick air seems to be escaping every time he burps, or trickling down deeper into the hyena's digestive system. You'll follow them through in time, but for now you have to deal with the hyena's stomach acids trying to break you down bit by bit. "Nnrgh, c'mon, keep those struggles up, you're not giving in already are you?" He calls down to you. His constant shoving and teasing hasn't stopped since you first got trapped inside him. You realise with a shudder that it'll only stop once you've stopped being such a bulge in his midsection. If that. You hear another belch rumbling around you, though this time there's no following gulp of air to replace the one you've just lost. It's tighter, too, his stomach walls even wetter despite the increased crushing, and more active. It's really starting to work over you now. As much as you try to keep kicking, it's getting harder to each time his stomach churns. The pool of stomach acids already fills most of the space. You're squeezed again, and blackout. The last words you hear before your eyes shut are "Ha, giving in already? You'll make a fine addition to my waistline, at least..."

{random:You struggle and kick at the hyena’s gut, but you can’t manage much with how tightly you’re held in place. Your squirms make his gut rumble for a moment, before he lets loose another lewd belch. You groan, riding out the sudden clench, reverberating ripples crushing you tight:You wriggle as much as you can, but with how the hyena’s stomach tries churning over you, you don’t get very far. You can hear him above, muffled, but clearly laughing at your futile attempts.:Your wriggling seems to be having an effect, as the hyena moans quietly, and you feel the pressure of his paw clutching his middle. You kick and squirm more, until you feel a whoosh of warm air around you. “UUUUURRRRP!” His belch rings in your ears despite your padded confines. Seems you just gave him gas.}

{random:You try to rub against the hyena's paws through the sac walls, though it's more of a slow grind into him. He does most of the work, coating your body in his cum, smothering you in hot seed. The smell of musk grows even stronger as it drips of you, collecting once more in the pool around you.:You slowly shift from side to side against the sac walls, to pleasure the hyena in the hopes that he'll let you out with his orgasm. You can hear his moan, right before his sac ripples to wash you with more of his musk. You seem to be working with encouraging him, at least.:You wish you senses could be dulled to the scent of sex, as your rubbing ends up with a fresh torrent of cum coating you from head to toe. It seems like that's exactly what the hyena wants though, as he dunks your head beneath the milky tide.}

With the constant sloshing of the hyena's movements, it's pretty clear what his other paw is doing above you. You can feel his cock's throbbing and twitching even curled up in his sac, especially with how much his balls are roiling with lust. Soft schlucks and splashes of musk coat you, bridging in thick strands between you and his sac walls, before breaking and pooling around you once more. All of it is amplified by the hyena's moans, jerking off with you trapped inside him. The hyena's movements are growing more erratic with time, until you can hear his panting and huffing. His legs on either side of you squeeze in for a moment, rubbing the thick cream over you, until your lower body feels numb, it's slightly sluggish to move, almost like you're not entirely there. Combined with the drowning scent of his musk and the air filled with sex more than anything else, you chalk it up to exhaustion. If you can hold on just a little bit longer, maybe you'll be able to escape with the hyena's orgasm. It certainly sounds and feels close, with how active his balls are getting. You pant just as much as the hyena as cum washes over you again and again, painting you white with his cream. His sac is churning, there's no other word to describe how it squelches and squeezes over you, even if the source of the squeezing mainly comes from the hyena's paws.You moan out as everything suddenly goes tight, squelches ringing out in your ears. You wait for it to relax, but it just crushes tighter around you, flooding all the available space. You try to struggle against it, but realise that you can hardly move - not from the constant pressure, you notice moments later, but from the feeling of numbness rolling through your extremities. You can't see anything but white, but you can feel parts of you slipping away, churned into the hyena's cum as it squeezes in again and again. You try to gasp out one more time, just as you feel his balls shove you against the opening you slipped in through. A liquidy rush surrounds what remains of your consciousness, his slick walls pushing you along in heavy throbs. The last sight you see is freedom, at the end of the rippling, wet tunnel, and the last thing you hear is the hyena's howl of ecstasy.

{random:You wriggle in an attempt to force yourself back through the sphincter you slipped through, but it doesn’t even budge. It’s no easier by the fact that you can’t really keep yourself steady, from the hyena pushing on you from outside.:There’s no real way for you to fight your way out of the hyena’s sac. And even if you could push back up into his shaft, you’re sure he can easily shove you back down…:You scramble against his sac, squirming up against the top of your musky prison. All it does it pleasure the hyena, who moans out with perverse taunts.}

{random:You kick out, but the hyena catches your feet in his grip. You yelp as he tugs on the, stretching his sac further and pulling you beneath the flood of cum. You cough and sputter as he pushes you again, this time against the oozing, wet walls.:You wriggle as much as you can in your bindings, but they still have no give. Even as lubricated as they are in cum, you still can't free yourself of the ropes - or of his sack for that matter.:The hyena's sac sloshes noisily as you squirm, splashing the inner walls and dribbling back down over you to pool once more around you. You're utterly drenched in cum now, and stink of nothing but the hyena's musk.}

You pant just as much as the hyena as cum washes over you again and again, painting you white with his cream. His sac is churning, there's no other word to describe how it squelches and squeezes over you, even if the source of the squeezing mainly comes from the hyena's paws. You moan out as everything suddenly goes tight, squelches ringing out in your ears. You wait for it to relax, but it just crushes tighter around you, flooding all the available space. You try to struggle against it, but you can hardly move from the constant pressure. But suddenly there's movement, of cum rushing past you, carrying you up against the entrance to the hyena's balls. It ripples, before yawning wide, and you're thrust through again, into the tight urethra once more. The muffled yeen moans are drowned beneath the sound of cum squelching over you, as each spurt fails to escape and keeps pushing you up with the force. Your body bulges out the hyena's cock again, rapidly shifting up until your view parts from hot red flesh to...more flesh? The hyena's gullet greets you instead of fresh air! Before you know it, you’re struggling against tight, slick walls working over your face, dragging you down faster than the contractions on your hips can force you out. Try as you might, avoiding being licked by the hyena’s fat tongue is an exercise in futility. His saliva doesn’t feel much better than his cum when he licks over the exposed part of your body. He only manages a few licks before the thick muscle curls around your feet, gulping you down alongside his orgasm.

The hyena's eyes widen slightly. He gives a few frantic nods, cackling as he leans back over you. "Well, aren't you a smart one?" He snorts, clapping a paw to the side of your head, You reel, shouting out from the impact. By the time you've recovered from the hit, you're met with the yeen's unsettlingly-wide grin once more. "That's still wrong, I'm afraid, but I like that answer. It's got SPUNK." He spits the last word with his emphasis, spattering saliva over your face. He wipes it off for you, using his belly. You're smothered into the thick fur, cleaned of spit - though it doesn't make you feel any better over all. The stench of his drool fades at least, though it's then that you realise there's another, filling the air. You realise all too quickly that it's the hyena's musk. his laughter is all you need to confirm the fact. "At the very least, you're not going to end up in my gut!" he chides, before he sits up, and you get a view of the monster. The hyena's cock is easily thicker than his arm, and almost as long as his torso. It's a wonder how you never noticed it before. Too busy frightened for your life, most likely. But face to face with his canine shaft, that fear is replaced with dread."Though I feel like it's important to note that this is also hard when you're getting in, so that's why you're getting shoved in, ha!" His entire hand curls beneath the head of his cock, already getting coated with a small stream of precum. His cock glistens as it points at you. "Don't worry, you'll make a nice load. Definitely worth all this trouble." You're not sure which is worse, his mouth, or his cock - both drool and yawn open hungrily for you, though the latter grinds against your front first. You can feel it throb, the hyena's arousal bouncing as it rests against your chest. It almost seems like he's going to jam the pointed tip into your mouth instead, but a spurt of pre douses you in his musk before you can even open your mouth. The weight of it gets you first, pushing against your mouth and nose as his paw pushes on the back of your head. It's tight, enveloping your face in the tight heat. The stench is so much worse inside. With how big his cock is, there's no question you'll fit inside, even if it feels like there's no progress at first. His moan is muffled once your head pops in, his tip settled around your neck and sealing you away from the outside world. You can only stare down the barrel of his shaft, wincing in anticipation for another spurt of hot precum. You can feel the walls ripple first, stretching and widening around your shoulders. Then you’re flooded with slimy, slick musk, bathed in his stench and marked as his prey and his toy. You can’t even struggle hard enough beyond slight wriggling, and with how slick your upper body is now, that just makes you slide in deeper. The hyena certainly seems to enjoy the sensation, both with his moans, and how his cock shudders around you. It bounces, throbbing harder, filling your ears with the rushing sound of his lust. And the deep gurgling of his balls, waiting for you further in. The hyena's impatient though, grabbing your sides and feeding you into his length with one hand and fondling your head through his cock with the other. He twists and tugs on your sides as he pushes you in, never ceasing in his teases all the while. They're muffled now though, lost beneath the churns of his balls. You try to kick before your hips slip inside him, but you can't fight it, you're already too far in. You can’t even swallow the lump in your throat, knowing that the thick air you’re breathing has been stewing inside his nuts. It certainly stinks of it, and far worse things. There's a soft pop before only your legs squirm free of the hyena's cock, the rest of you squeezed tight by the undulating movement. As deep as he shoves you, you sometimes lurch back before getting smothered in precum, the force of his lust slipping you back against the well slicked walls. But whenever it seems like you're making progress, you start sinking deeper once more. You twist, forced along with each heavy throb and through a tight sphincter - into his sac. As much as you thought it was powerful when you first had your head pushed against his cock, it hardly compares to the scent of his seed your head slips into his sac. Thick waves of hot cum splash over you, from the thick pool sloshing about and coating the shifting walls. You're unceremoniously dumped into it, driven beneath the tide to drown in the slimy goop. Eventually, as the rest of you slides free of his shaft, you can curl up enough to keep your head up, though it's already drenched in his cum.

“Ha! That’s wrong! Completely and utterly...WRONG!” His grin somehow manages to be even wider than it used to be. You’d say it was cheshire cat levels of unsettling, but even that didn’t stink as bad as the hyena. You can tell he's going to enjoy devouring you, now that you've just lost your one chance at freedom. He holds you against his pudgy gut to tease you at the fact. "You'll be adding to this soon, don't worry...Just be sure to squirm plenty for me on your way down." He finishes with a feral snarl, spitting more of his drool over you. He pushes you against the ground, his thick paw gripping over your head and holding you down when he gets up off you. You gasp out automatically, filling your lungs with fresh air, through the hyena's natural scent still rushes over you from his paw. You shudder, his paw dragging over your face and resting on your chest, before it moves free to grab both your legs. You watch in horror as he opens his maw wide, cramming your feet past his jaws. His mouth is so slimy, and so hot. His tongue feels so slick as it licks over your feet, the hyena suckling on them and moaning as his lips close over your ankles.You try to pull your legs apart and break the bindings, but your struggles soon stop when you feel his teeth digging into you. You cry out, and the pressure stops, long enough for him to tease over your feet a little longer. Glrrrp. His throat feels no better over your feet, though his tongue's absence isn't welcome as it spreads further up your legs. With a muffled, wet snap you see strands of rope slip free of his jaws, though even with the bindings around your legs broken, you don't even have enough space to pull your legs apart within the hyena's tight throat. He slowly feeds you down into him, forcing you to watch the growing, sliding bulge in his neck that you make, and of his swelling belly as you feet press in against the bottom of it. You struggle and kick as best you can, but it's hard to find purchase in the wet, squishy embrace, much less from you not being able to see what's actually going on in there. You shudder at the thought, made even worse with the knowledge that you'll know soon enough... His large paws lift you up beneath your arms, hoisting you up into the air as your lower body slips completely past the hyena's jaws. You let out an involuntary moan as your hips grind against his tongue, and he seems to take plenty of pleasure in dragging his tongue against your, slurping over your butt and up along your crotch. He gives you obviously-fake moans all the while, rolling his head and dizzying you with the movement. By the time you've regained your senses, he's swallowed you up to your chest. You've only got your shoulders and head free of the intense heat inside the hyena, but you can still feel his hot breath rushing past you, staccato and swift like he can't stop laughing. Maybe your struggles are funny. They're futile, at least. Another swallow, and you have to tilt your head up to keep it past the hyena's teeth. He's teasing you now though, holding off on that last gulp. His paw rests on top of your head, slowly adding pressure until you start to slide deeper from gravity alone. Your head is overtaken by the warmth, coated in drool as you slide over his tongue. Glrp.

You try to hit the hyena, who shift his weight to meet you. Rather than hitting him, your head squelches into his mouth, suddenly surrounded by his tongue. You can feel his spit fly past your head as he laughs, pulling you up and rubbing you against it despite your grunts and shouts. "No idea? Thought it'd be easier just to dive down my throat? Good answer!" He grabs your sides and hefts you up, dragging you over his tongue and roughly cramming your head into his gullet. You try to kick out again, but your bindings don't seem any looser, even compared to the tightness of the hyena's jaws wrapped around your shoulders. His laughter is slightly muffled with you blocking his throat, but it doesn't stop the jostling movements of flesh from dragging over your face. He swallows hard, pulling your upper body into the tight, constricting warmth. he stench of it all is rather familiar by now, after you've had his breath in your face for so long, but the deeper you slide the stronger it gets. As your head breaches into his stomach, you're surrounded by hot, fetid air and thick, gurgling groans, both greeting you in the only way a stomach can. Barely a second passes before your head is shoved into the wet walls, from another swallow working over your chest. Everything fits so tight around you, stretching out as more of you slips down to fill out the hyenas gut by the time he's finished devouring you. His teeth drag along your legs, biting over the rope until it suddenly untangles. As free as they are for that split second, they're gulped down greedily immediately after. At least now you can kick at the hyena's insides, though your arms are still bound behind you.

/*Facesitting (Butt)*/\ Rylide seems almost embarrassed when she pushes you to the floor, or maybe it’s just a trick of the light through the gaps between her forepaws. She’s no less heavy, pinning you beneath her feral belly while she adjusts. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I hope you’re hungry, cutie, ‘cause I’ve got a fresh donut for you to nibble on…”<</Dialogue>> The taur teases, stuffing you further back until you’re lost beneath her bulk. When it lifts off again, the rabbit’s butt greets you instead. Her tailhole flexes in greeting, a warm round pink wink against the creamy canvas of her fur. Her heart-shaped marking guides you to your place beneath her thighs, before everything goes dark. It’s softer than you expect, for having a literal ton of bunny ass smother you from the waist up. Her tail brushes against your front, mirrored moments later by her shifting hips grinding her tailhole over your face. There’s no grace period where you’re allowed to slink away from her asshole hovering inches away from your face. She skips all that and goes right to smushing your nose right into the thick of it. Her musk is strong, but pleasant. It’s overpowering in much the same way as having your face shoved into a freshly baked loaf of bread, and twice as doughy. You shove against her wide asscheeks with your hands, sinking into the mass of soft fur more than you manage to lift her. All your wriggles are just massages for her. For all her teasing, the big bun just needed a pair of hands to tend to things back there, or your face, as you’ve so kindly offered. She’s needed those itches scratched for hours now. Rylide calms down after a few seconds and gives you a little time to adjust, alternating between flexing and relaxing until she’s certain you can handle staying down there longer. You can tell when she clenches because you nearly get dragged in deeper towards the centre of her tailhole, every time. Just before your entire head gets swallowed up by her tailring, Rylide raises up properly and peers down at you, to check you’re actually okay. She doesn’t want to stop, but it’s obvious she kinda wants more than just to rub on your face… <span id="RylideSexAV"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Make out with her asshole">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSexAV" transition>> She offered a hot donut, freshly delivered, and you’ll be damned if you don’t dig in. You reach up and practically yank the massive taur’s hips back onto you. Her asshole’s way too soft not to shower it in affection, and bask in its potent, blissful musk. Your lips meet her tailhole, pressed in close to the folds that flex at your touch. Again and again, over every inch of her offered flesh, all along the outer edge and sinking in deep to the centre of her rim. She churrs at the sudden outburst of affection, returning the favour with flexing kisses of her own. Occasionally she denies you the closeness of her tailhole, rocking back to grind it down past your face, over your chest, and to keep you close against the fur between her ass cheeks. They need kisses just as much, which you eagerly oblige. Her hips grind along your upper body, smothering your features into her warmth. You can’t resist the gentle squish when the edge of her pucker pushes against your mouth once more. You open your mouth, first dragging your tongue along the hefty dessert she’s offered you, then you press in deeper, and give her a nibble. You’ve never heard a squeak quite like it. Somewhere between surprise and lust, muffled under fat and fur and flexing muscle, dulled by your senses being constantly overwhelmed by the taur’s musk. Every successive tease earns more moans and purrs of delight, but none are quite as excessively shameless as that first time. Even when you dig your tongue deep into her tailhole, her purr doesn’t jolt through your system in the same way. Lucky for you, the taur has her own ideas on how to make herself squeal. After all your licks, her rim gets much more slick, and a little easier to relax as it settles around your face. Just a little more weight, and a few choice wriggles from side to side, and your face gets wedged into the middle of her anus. But then it starts to spread a little more, lubed up by your constant kisses. She rocks back, and your whole head disappears into the doughy softness. Her pucker swallows up the rest of your face all too easily, slipped right into her bowels. You gasp, the first time it happens. It’s hot, slick, and humid, tightly squeezing around the edge of your face even before she clenches. But just as easily as you dive into her backside, it pushes you out. You sputter another lungful of air, just as musky as the last, while Rylide humps into her paws, quiet squishes as plays with herself. It’s hard to keep track of them, when you’re constantly surrounded by the wet squelches of her anus slipping over your head and neck, keeping you kissing as deep as you can without letting you up from being smothered by her thighs. Between smothering you with her fat taur donut, and helping you try to french her prostate, it’s not long before the taur finds a rhythm. Her weight crushing down on your upper half almost becomes soothing, when it’s alongside her cute moans, or the constant head massage clenching around you. Seconds blur into minutes, the passage of time marked only by when she lifts high up enough that you can manage a gasp of fresher air between her asscheeks before they come down and smother you again. But you can tell when she cums, as everything tightens up so much more, engulfing your head entirely within the twitching walls of her pucker. A few tight squeezes of needy lust, and a crass exclamation from the taur are your warnings, before the taur’s lust finds its release. Her hips twitch, dragging you along with the ride, smothering you in her flesh, then dropping you into a growing pool of lust when her asshole relaxes. Her nethers drip the remnants of her orgasm onto you, dribbled down along her crotch to add to the mixture of musk coating your face. It’s just as deliciously potent as her ass. Just to be sure, her butt settles right back down, just to be thorough. The taur relaxes for a long while to bask in her afterglow, completely relaxed and sat back. She doesn’t realise you’ve been stuck face-deep in her butt for the entire time she zones out, until your slight wriggles finally get her attention. Maybe she would have noticed earlier if you hadn’t been as carried away with your own excitement... You cut her off before she apologises, though you accept the cuddles afterwards anyway. \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Be her dildo">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSexAV" transition>> With how greedily her tailhole squeezes on you, it’d be a tragedy to deny it! At her size, stretching it out is going to be a full body experience... It takes a moment to convince the taur to get off you completely, but she practically bounces into the air once you start getting into a kneeling position. She’s surprisingly quick for her size. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I know it’s kinda shameless to admit, but I REALLY needed something inside me...I promise I’ll let you out after...eventually!”<</Dialogue>> She blushes, wriggling her butt in the air not unlike a predator getting ready to pounce. You have a moment to second guess what you’re planning, before the taur’s large back half settles back into place, braced just before your face. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Deep breath cutie, you’re going deep!”<</Dialogue>> Rylide churrs, though she doesn’t actually give you any time to brace yourself. Her pucker smothers your face once more, but without anything to stop you from sinking deeper, the soft hole slips right over your face. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“In...you...come!”<</Dialogue>> She says, but her voice is muffled by the assflesh folding over your ears. For a moment you can feel nothing but slick, musky flesh. Then all too quickly it slips over the rest of your head, squeezed all the way down to your neck. Your head sinks beyond her pucker and into the similarly-soft walls of her rectum, only slightly looser than her tailhole collaring you. Her butt greets you with a quiet, wet squelch, drowning your senses in the heat of her insides. But she’s not done yet. The bunnytaur sits back just as hard as when she pinned you to the floor. Your shoulders never stood a chance at resisting her bowels, engulfed in sudden hot, tight slickness that slithers down your chest. Down over your stomach too, pinning your arms to your sides as they’re swallowed up all the way down to your hips in one fluid motion. She’d have stuffed more of you in, if she could, but her butt cheeks meeting the floor grant you a little security. Your feet just barely poke out from beneath her tail, visible up until the large cotton puff settles down. It’s a little ticklish; you’re squirming before you know it. Rylide’s bowels are tight, just barely large enough for you to squirm comfortably, but not enough that you can actually get away from her slick flesh, no matter how hard you try. Judging from all the muffled moans though, you’re more than welcome to keep trying. She especially likes it when you squirm your arms up, around that first corner of her colon, where it’s even tighter. The slight slickness of her musk lets you wriggle even during the hardest of clenches, but Rylide’s tailhole forms a tight seal just above your hips, squeezing in tighter whenever you rub against a sensitive spot. When it relaxes again, the taur raises up, sliding your middle out into the comparatively cold air. She stops just before your shoulders, preventing any accidental chance of letting you out of her butt, before her hips crash back down. The movement squelches her bowel walls against your upper body, ending with a shudder of lust, that you’re not quite sure if it was yours or hers. The next one is definitely from her, when she squeezes around you like the dildo you’ve offered yourself as. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmmph...This is so much better than my usual toys…”<</Dialogue>> The taur moans. You can’t tell exactly how long she rides you like a dildo, it’s hard to focus when you’re constantly being shoved into velveteen flesh, smeared with hot musk and surrounded by twitching, living heat. You do your best as her sex toy, squirming against her bowel walls, digging in with your hands and with your face in search of the spots that make her moan the loudest. Soon her movements grow a little more erratic, along with plenty of muffled squeaks of excitement, building to a peak. You can tell she’s grinding against something, but she just needs a little extra push... You know just how give her that nudge. She’s a big girl. She needs big toys, shoved deep. You brace against the ground, rocking your hips in time with Rylide’s bounces. You nudge up slightly until Rylide squeezes down to your hips pushing in just that little bit deeper when her tailhole engulfs you down to your thighs. That alone makes the taur moan, but you can do more. You shove off the ground, propelling yourself as far into Rylide’s butt as you can go. <<linkreplace "Make her cum" transition>> \<<set _random to random(1,2)>> \<<switch _random>> \<<case 1>> The next few moments are a blur of pressure and musk, rolling clenches encapsulating you in the taur’s climax. It’s too tight to squirm, or fight against her bowels dragging you up with each squeeze. Everything above your ankles disappears into the bunny’s backside, your feet just barely bracing against the outer rim of her asshole to stop you from disappearing completely. But those aren’t enough, against the constant pressure of a bunny in bliss. The last of the cold outside disappears, replaced by more hot, sweltering flesh. You can feel her tailhole squeeze shut behind your feet, another pulse of her lust and release rushing past you, and drawing you in deeper in turn. You’re fed along her colon, and squeezed so hard you feel like you could sink right into her plush bowel walls. The taur moans, echoing around almost as loud as the gush of fluids so close by. You’re lucky you’re out of the splash zone. You’ve got enough of her butt musk to worry about, as it smears over your whole body now. Especially as the deeper you go, the stronger it gets. With how much she squeezes, you can’t tell how deep you’ve gotten when she finally calms down. Rylide’s doesn’t say, or maybe she’s not sure either. The taur pats her lower belly, cradling you in her colon somewhere. She says she’ll let you out once her bowels push you all the way back to the exit. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“But no promises how long that’ll take!”<</Dialogue>> She giggles, which makes her entire gut bounce. Her bowel walls give some cushioning, but you can still feel when she gets back up. You’d best get used to the swaying. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Rectum Up]] \<<case 2>> The next few moments are a blur of pressure and musk, rolling clenches encapsulating you in the taur’s climax. It’s too tight to squirm, or fight against her bowels dragging you up with each squeeze. Everything above your ankles disappears into the bunny’s backside, your feet just barely bracing against the outer rim of her asshole to stop you from disappearing completely. She squeezes you so tight, you almost feel like she’s going to compress you right into her guts, with no inch to squirm against those tight, musky walls. The taur moans, echoing around almost as loud as the gush of fluids so close by. A spatter of hot, wet lust soaks what little of you is left exposed, lubing up your your feet to sink deep into her tailhole as it flexes, dangerously close to slipping completely inside. Barely an inch of you manages to stay outside of her by the time she finally relaxes. Her rectum slowly loosens up, squelching you backwards with another satisfied moan echoing around you. It would only take another clench to drag you back up, and seal the rest of you away inside her...but it never comes. Her butt slowly pushes you out as long as you don’t squirm too much, staying open for a few seconds even after your head pops free of her rump. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Ooooh, you need to be my toy more often, cutie…”<</Dialogue>> She purrs, stretching out, then collapsing forward. The soft space between her thighs and her butt makes for a cosy spot you to relax and catch your breath. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Fun]] <</linkreplace>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Slip out from beneath her">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#RylideSexAV" transition>> Despite her rampant horniness, the taur doesn’t press further when you squirm out from beneath her butt. She fidgets, bouncing and flopping in front of you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“If you change your mind...your face makes for a really great cushion”<</Dialogue>> She wiggles her tail a few times to entice you. ---- [[>Back->Rylide Fun]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Butt">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <div class="centred">Rylide's Lust: <<Lustbar Rylide>></div> <span id="desc"> </span> \<span id="action"></span> \<span id="event"><<include "Rylide Rectum Events">></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the slick, musky walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Rectum Rub">> <</replace>> <<set $internalTimer to $internalTimer +1>> <<if $internalTimer >= 6 >> <<replace "#event" transition">><</replace>> <<replace "#options" transition>><<include "Rylide Rectum Locked Events">><</replace <<else>> <<replace "#event" transition">><<include "Rylide Rectum Events">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "Squirm as much as you can manage">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Rectum Squirm">> <</replace>> <<set $internalTimer to $internalTimer +1>> <<if $internalTimer >= 6 >> <<replace "#event" transition">><</replace>> <<replace "#options" transition>><<include "Rylide Rectum Locked Events">><</replace <<else>> <<replace "#event" transition">><<include "Rylide Rectum Events">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> ---- <span id="exits">[[Try to wriggle back out->Rylide Rectum Locked Out]]</span> </span>

\<<set _random to random(1,2)>> \<<switch _random>> \<<case 1>> Rylide clenches over you, though this time she relaxes enough that you can actually slip back and rest against the inner ring of her tailhole. It flexes, but not as tightly as it did a moment ago. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Okay, I think you’ve learned your lesson. Or you planned this from the start.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide pauses when you squirm, unsure if that was in agreement or protest. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Either way I’ll let you out now if you want.”<</Dialogue>> \<<case 2>> There’s a slight shift to your surroundings when the taur moans, evidently from your squirms hitting in just the right spot enough times. Her rectum flexes a few times to push you against the inner ring of her tailhole. It seems much more relaxed than it did a moment ago. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Okay, I’ll let you out now… If you want me to.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide hums, clenching around you a few times. You do fit so snugly up her rump… <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Maybe I’ll keep you for another few minutes…”<</Dialogue>> <</switch>> ---- [[Stay within her bowels->Rylide Rectum Up]] [[>Get let out->Rylide Rectum Up Out]] \<<silently>><<set $internalTimer to 0>><</silently>>

\<<set $internalTimer to $internalTimer +1>> \<<set _random to random(1.4)>> \<<switch _random>> \<<case 1>>\ You struggle against your tight, musky prison, forcing yourself against the inner ring of the taur’s tailhole. It takes a few tries, from the clenching walls compressing you tight, but eventually you manage to squirm a little way out. You slip a hand through despite the bunnytaur’s efforts, eventually getting your other one alongside the first, to pry her pucker apart. It’s just barely enough to squeeze your head through the gap. You wriggle your head out of her bowels before she can stop you, gasping in the sudden bright light and fresh air. But your hands slip when you try to squirm out further, clenched away with the taur’s tailhole clenched right around your neck. It creeps back up over your head, dragging you back in with a forceful tug of her innards. Her tailhole swallows you up effortlessly, smushing you back into tight, slick flesh. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Nuh uh, you’re not getting out that easily! Accept the consequences of your actions, and my musky butt!”<</Dialogue>> At least you managed to get a few gulps of fresh air… <<case 2>>\ Rylide’s bowels are tight, but all that squeezing forces you into a tight ball within her rectum. Not the greatest position to be wriggling out of her butt from. It doesn’t stop you from trying, but all you manage is to make the taur jump when your fist plunges through her butthole. The tight clench around your forearm feels even lewder than the taur’s moan. Then again, you did just surprise fist her… <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmnnhhnn, hey… Get back in there…”<</Dialogue>> She purrs, with her entire rectum shifting to tug you deeper into her bowels. You try to grab onto her ass while your arm’s still outside, but her slick flesh offers no grip before your sink away out of sight once again. <<case 3>>\ Enough wriggles and squirms will make anyone’s bowels feel weird, and massive bunny taurs are no exception. Nudging yourself against the inner rim of Rylide’s pucker grants you a little progress between clenches, until you can finally feel cool air washing over your face. It’s a welcome break from the muggy heat of taur ass. It only lasts a few seconds, before she realises what you’re doing. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Hey! Nope! You’re staying up my ass ‘til I say so.”<</Dialogue>> She huffs, giving you another clench for good measure. <<case 4>>\ You’re kinda slippery from your stay within the taur’s bowels, lubed up by enough musk that you can still wriggle even when your surroundings squeeze tight. Enough that you can wriggle back when she squeezes, in just the right way that your feet slip right back through her tailhole when it relaxes. Not that it lasts for long, but by then gravity is on your side, slipping your legs out of the taur’s back side and dangling in the air between her hind legs. Her butthole flexes, catching your waist before she lets you go any further. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmmhhfff...Noooo, get back up there…”<</Dialogue>> She moans, her thick rim clenches around your hips. She fights against the pleasure, pulling you up with the rolling pressure, before slowly slinking up your belly as you wriggle out a little more, oozed out of the taur’s butt inch by inch whenever her butt relaxes. You make slow progress, until you suddenly stop with both your feet on the floor. Then she squats down, and slinks right over your waist, then your legs, until your feet press against the outer edge of her tailhole. When she raises up again, they’ve disappeared inside, trapped by another clench. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“If you wanted to be my toy so bad, you could just ask…”<</Dialogue>> The taur teases. <</switch>> ---- [[>Back->Rylide Rectum Locked]]

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Rylide's Taur Belly">><</silently>>\ <<Healthbar>> <span id="desc"> The outside world is nothing more than rumbles beneath the sounds of the taur’s digestive system and the constant, rhythmic drumming of her footsteps as she walks. Rylide’s stomach walls have a lot of give, which is exactly what you’d expect for someone as soft and squishy as she is. Even when they clench or churn, you still have enough room to wriggle about, and make the taur’s lower belly bounce with your movements. Rylide’s stomach gurgles once you’re settled in, a bit roomier than usual. Until the taur burps loudly, the entrance yawning wide for a moment with the rush of air past you, reverberating both her stomachs. The taur apologises, but more to outside than to you. </span> \<span id="action"> <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Urrrhp! Whoops, sorry. Thanks for being a good sport about this by the way! I’ll make sure your journey is soft from start to finish!”<</Dialogue>> She bounces into the air a few times, leaving you feeling weightless with each hop. You’re grateful for the plush walls bracing your fall each time. Inside her is probably the safest place to be when she’s hopping so much. </span> \<span id="event"> With your destination in the safe hands of the bunnytaur, you relax into her stomach folds. Rylide sways you about a lot more than she should, almost like she’s enjoying having you in there far too much. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“M’kay, I’ll see you soon!”<</Dialogue>> She calls. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Get comfy, it’s a long journey.”<</Dialogue>></span> <span id="options"> <<link "Rub the belly walls">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Riding Stomach Rub">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Riding Stomach Events" "Digested">><</link>> <<link "Squirm around">><<replace "#action" transition>> <<include "Rylide Riding Stomach Squirm">> <</replace>> <<gurgle 0 "Rylide Riding Stomach Events" "Digested">><</link>> ---- [[Try to squeeze back up to her forestomach->Rylide Riding Stomach Up]] [[Poke at the lower sphincter leading to her guts->Rylide Riding Stomach Down]] <<if $RylideQuest >= 100>>[[>Relax and wait->Rylide Riding Stomach Full Tour Out]]>><<else>>[[>Relax and wait->Rylide Riding Stomach Full Tour Out First]]<</if>> </span>

\<<set _squirm to random(1,3)>> \<<switch _squirm>> \<<case 1>> You squirm against the rabbit’s lower stomach, kicking and shoving at the heavy walls. It gurgles noisily, but relaxes around you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Everything alright in there?”<</Dialogue>> You hear Rylide call down. <<case 2>> Pushing into Rylide’s stomach walls just ends up with you exhausted, and with a somewhat worried rabbit taur patting you with her forepaws. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“If you want out, just let me know, I’ll bring you up…”<</Dialogue>> <<case 3>> With how spacious her gut is, you can get a lot of force into your squirming, but even then you’re not sure how much of a bulge you make. Rylide notices at least, quietly patting her belly with a forepaw. <</switch>>

The taur’s stomach rumbles deeply before it contracts, shoving you against the slick walls and towards one end of her belly. If your goal was to avoid being squeezed tight, you’ve utterly failed, as the contractions squeeze so tight you worry they’re going to absorb you somehow. You’re shoved into flesh and more flesh, each shift of muscle pushing you right into more flexing pressure, until suddenly you’re in open air and falling. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Blech.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide sputters over you, catching you in her forepaws. You’re upside down, staring at her growling upper belly, with your legs still squeezed by her throat. She reflexively swallows, kneading your lower body until she manages to pull you the rest of the way out, clutching you half-forgotten in her forepaws while the taur clears her throat. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Emergency exit’s gross. Better than sliding through my bowels at high speed though.”<</Dialogue>> She puts you down and glances back at her butt, trying to break the tension with a laugh. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You okay though?”<</Dialogue>> You nod, and cuddle against her foreleg, grateful to be standing on solid ground once more. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]]

The taur’s stomach rumbles deeply before it contracts, shoving you against the slick walls and towards one end of her belly. If your goal was to avoid being squeezed tight, you’ve utterly failed, as the contractions squeeze so tight you worry they’re going to absorb you somehow. You’re shoved into flesh and more flesh, each shift of muscle pushing you right into more flexing pressure, until suddenly you’re in open air and falling. Your fall is stopped with another clench latching onto your waist, leaving you dangling out of the backside of the taur. Her legs shake, swaying you back and forth while the taur catches her breath. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Hhnnrrff...I swear that’s worse on me than it is for you…”<</Dialogue>> The taur pants, squatting down to push you the rest of the way out of her. You’re squeezed out bit by bit, until you pull your feet out yourself. Her tailhole twitches, another gasp ringing out before Rylide collapses next to you. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Emergency exit’s gross. Better than having to cough you up though”<</Dialogue>> She rolls over, trying to break the tension with a laugh. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“You okay though?”<</Dialogue>> You nod, and cuddle against her underbelly, grateful to be standing on solid ground once more. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]]

\<<set _events to random(1,7)>>\ \<<switch _events>> \<<case 1>>\ You notice a soft nudging poking into the taur’s lower stomach - she’s waiting somewhere, and checking in on you with her forepaws to make sure you’re okay in there. You give a helpful wiggle to let her know you’re all okay. It takes a little effort to coordinate, but eventually she manages to pat your head - or rather, smush your head into her stomach lining again and again. It still feels nice. \<<case 2>>\ The rabbit’s belly rumbles loudly all of sudden, jostling before a round of churns slosh you about with her stomach juices. As if that wasn’t enough, a moment later it tightens up again, reverberating with a sudden rush of air forced out of her stomach. You’re surprised when you don’t hear anything else, aside from a continued burbling from somewhere above you. Then Rylide strains for a bit, forcing out the trapped belch from her forestomach, in a loud burp you’d hardly expect to hear from the soft bunny taur. Not something she’d let out in public at least, and she has the grace to sheepishly apologise to you afterwards. \<<case 3>>\ You can feel the taur getting cozy, relaxing and laying down, when you suddenly feel a little more cramped in there. Her weight squishes into herself, hard floor meaning you’re no longer swaying. You’re still constantly nudged about by her churning gut, but the rocking is much slower, more relaxing. … … Wait, did Rylide fall asleep? \<<case 3>>\ Rylide’s stomach squashes in with a sudden kiss to your face. A wet, tight, warm kiss all over your face all at once. \<<case 4>>\ Rylide must be listening to music or something, because her swaying gut starts swinging from to side a lot more for a few minutes. It’s a shame you can’t see her dancing, you bet it’s cute. \<<case 5>>\ You’re jostled about a lot more when the taur breaks into a rapid hop. You’re thrown about between her stomach walls, thankful that the walls are as padded as they are. \<<case 6>>\ Somebody bumps into Rylide, jostling her stomach. There’s an awkward moment where they must have noticed you, or at least the harder bulge you make beneath her belly fur. You can’t tell what they’re saying if they mentioned anything, anyway. \<<case 7>>\ Your journey comes to a sudden stop when Rylide meets up with someone. You’re paraded around a few times, and the topic of “customer” comes up more than a few times - which is worrying, ‘cause you’re pretty sure you haven’t mentioned anything about payment yet… Eventually she starts back up again, leaving you to quiet contemplation whether you should bring up the topic before or after she offers to let you out. \<</switch>>

<<Dialogue Rylide>>“Well, we’re nearly there, let’s get you out”<</Dialogue>> The reprieve from tight taur guts is welcome, even if the rabbit’s stomach is larger than most. You shimmy towards the taur’s front, nudging your feet against the upper sphincter, only to find the stomach walls squeezing you the other way! They’re too slippery to squeeze past, when your head presses to the other side of Rylide’s stomach, into the loosened sphincter there, then beyond. You’re going on a trip through taur bowels, as well. Her intestines squelch all around you, from the weight being shifted through rather rapidly. But it’s not fast enough to avoid being compressed incredibly tight around every single corner. Rylide’s muffled huffs seem to enjoy it though, so you brace as much as you can, wriggling only when it helps propel you further along her intestines. She sounds like she appreciates it. You pass through quickly, but it still takes several minutes before you feel the dull thmp of her footsteps as you slip closer to the taur’s rear end, along with a wider swaying of her hips with each step. They’re not that loud, over the constant wet squishes pressed around you, but they rumble differently to the trapped bubbles of air as they sluice around alongside you. Nervousness, she apologises. Though that doesn’t account for all the musk soaking you, at any rate. Rylide squats down, relaxing to let you out. She goes far too slowly now, clenching you back a few times before you even start slipping out into the cool air. She strains, a soft grunt when her tailhole spreads over your face. You make the mistake of squirming too much too quickly, getting a faceful of clenched tailhole when you surprise the taur. She squeezes your right back into the depths of her rectum, smothering you until you stop wriggling. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“H-hey! I told you not to wiggle, it makes it so much harder to stay focussed…”<</Dialogue>> Rylide huffs, but her soft moans betray her. She doesn’t want to let you go quite so much, after that. But duty calls, and she did promise to push you out once you reached your destination. The outside world is so tantalising close, you could almost taste it. Right now all you taste is taur ass. Another try schlorps over your head, greeting you with cold air and fluffy tail wiggling above you. The world is framed by the bun’s rump, while her bowels flex around your body. Slowly, her pucker slips over your shoulders, then all at once her bowels force you out onto the ground. The sudden shift from the heat of her rump leaves you shivering in the chilly air, left to watch the taur’s pucker flex a few more times to make sure you’re all out. You’re still coated in a mix of her juices, added with another hint of her pleasure that drips from between her legs. You pick yourself up off the ground, to an embarrassed, blushing taur. She hides behind one of her large ears, nibbling on the rim. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I’m sorry…”<</Dialogue>> She starts. What would she be sorry for? <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I totally forgot to take your ticket.”<</Dialogue>> She snatches your satchel from you and chomps on the ticket, leaving a hole at one end. She brightens up immediately after, collapsing down into a relaxed flop. She stares up at you, her tail flagging up into a slow swish. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Thanks for riding with Triple T Transport! Think of us next time you have somewhere to be, with your comfort as our top priority!”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<silently>><<set $RylideQuest to 100>><</silently>>

<<Dialogue Rylide>>“We’re almost at your stop, cutie. Please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times. So don’t go squirming out of my butt too fast, kay?”<</Dialogue>> She says, jostling her gut about. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“I’ll let you out when we’re there, you don’t have to worry about a thing!”<</Dialogue>> The rabbit’s belly gurgles in anticipation, or perhaps disappointment at losing its occupant. You pat her stomach walls, placating them with the promise that you’ll be back soon. Satisfied, her stomach walls contract smoothly, rudely stuffing you against the lower sphincter leading into the depths of the taur. Compared to the roomy, swaying underbelly you’ve just come from, Rylide’s guts are a totally different ride. What you trade out in space you gain in softness, small villi brushing over your body like velvet as they flick you along. If only it wasn’t so slimy. The hot, oppressive pressure all around you keeps you snug, drenching you in the musky, heavy air deep inside her. You’re pushed slowly through the taur’s intestines, squeezed tighter every time the bunny hops. Her bowels grumble noisily whenever you try to wriggle, quickly putting a stop to it every time they squeeze you along. Or maybe it’s just a trapped bubble of air joining you for the ride through the taur’s deeper digestive system, giving you a little space to relax as her body feeds you along. Eventually the long, winding tunnels of her guts gives way to the wider groans of her colon, the last few corners leaving you so tantalisingly close to escaping the constant swaying of Rylide’s hips while she walks. She’s doing it on purpose, rocking her hips and then clenching tight after you’re smushed into her bowel walls. A few moans even send you sliding back the way you came! You squirm when you can, trying to keep yourself close to the tight sphincter ahead of you. Despite your shoves it against it, it won’t yield. That just makes Rylide purr louder, and tease you with a few more squeezes. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmhhrrff, okay. Now departing: Taur butt.”<</Dialogue>> Rylide relaxes, squatting down to angle you properly. Gravity slips you forward until you’re pressed against the inner ring of her tailhole, so you can feel every slight twitch while she braces herself. She grunts quietly, straining with effort. Her bowels flex around you, shoving at your lower half to force you forward while her butthole spreads wider ahead, gaping enough that you can see the outside world framed by the thick ring. You can’t help but feel a little embarrassed while you’re pushed out of the taur’s butt. You take your first breath of fresh air once her butthole slips over your neck, strings of musk still clinging to your face. You slowly wriggle your shoulders through, with the help of another slow, moaning push, until your arms slip out enough that you can catch yourself on the ground. You walk yourself forward on your hands, slipping out inch by inch. Rylide could push the rest of you out easily, you can see from the size of her butt. She’s taking her time to savour it. The proof’s right there, if you look between her legs. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Ahhhnnn, hate to have you go...but love to have you leave...”<</Dialogue>> The taur teases, moaning again when your hips slip free of her rump. \<<set _RylideFullTour to random(1,2)>> \<<switch _RylideFullTour>> \<<case 1>> Even with Rylide’s complete unprofessionalism, you manage to pull the rest of yourself free from her backside. Your legs squelch out with a wet pop, leaving the taur huffing and flexing as if her rump needs filling again. Rather than stick around by it before she gets any ideas, you slip around to her front. She blushes brightly, caught in the act. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Ahem! Uh, Thanks for riding with Triple T Transport! Think of us next time you have somewhere to be, with your comfort as our top priority. Or if you, you know, just want to be squeezed out my butt again like that.”<</Dialogue>> She giggles. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide]] \<<case 2>> <<Dialogue Rylide>>“In fact…”<</Dialogue>> Your legs get squeezed tight all of a sudden, trapping you from slipping out any further. You lose your balance and collapse, jostling yourself within the taur’s grasp. Her butt’s still got a tight hold on you, far too tight for your slick squirms to go anywhere she doesn’t want you to. Even though you’re half out of her ass, that still leaves half of you left to the whims of the massive taur’s massive back side. And those last words don’t bode well. She clenches, dragging you back in all the way to your waist. She squeaks out in bliss with your hips stretching her asshole again, and once more when you start struggling properly. You brace against her butt cheeks, shoving into the doughy mounds to slow your ascent, but her slimy, greedy bowels are having none of it. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Mmhhhnn, you don’t mind, right? Another trip around the block in my squishy, snug ass? You make such a cute buttplug, I’ll let you out a little later…”<</Dialogue>> Rylide’s pleasure is matched only by her fidgeting, dragging you up faster when you shove against her tail in ticklish spots. Making her giggle is a bad idea if you want to avoid getting clenched back up her butt, with the powerful contractions and shaking making it hard to struggle. By the time she stops, you’ve sunk back up to your chest again. You yell out one final complaint before her tailhole squeezes again, and engulfs you in musky heat once again. ---- [[>Continue->Rylide Rectum Locked]] \<<silently>> <<set $internalTimer to 0>> <</silently>> <</switch>>

After your last bout of squirms, the taur’s giggly squeezes suddenly stop. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Woah. Hey, you’re really kicking up a storm in there!”<</Dialogue>> Rylide sounds genuinely concerned. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“The safeword is ‘Carrot’, or three kicks to my right. That’s this side.”<</Dialogue>> You feel some soft nudges from outside. You tell her you’ll be more gentle on her insides, but she laughs and pats her belly. <<Dialogue Rylide>>“Oh, Just making sure you hadn’t accidentally gotten stuck or something!”<</Dialogue>> She doesn’t comment when you ask her if that happens often. Her stomach’s lower sphincter constricts tighter for a few seconds, though... ---- [[>Ask to be let out->Rylide Riding Stomach Out Up]] [[>Back->Rylide Riding Stomach]]

While Phirae follows behind you, he suddenly perks up. Although he dashes off with a jingle of bells before you can ask him what’s up, you could catch up with him to find out what’s got him so excited all of a sudden. You chase after the cat at a light jog, finding him not too far away. Mostly because the cat’s stopped, kneeling in the grass, with a bright blush across his cheeks. More importantly, there’s a grey wolfdog lying beneath him, her face obscured by the feline’s butt on top of it. Phirae’s too busy to pay much attention to you beyond a cheeky grin, much more interested in his new seat. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Hey there Cammie!”<</Dialogue>> The cat purrs, grinding his rump back. It’s a rather aggressive greeting in your opinion, but both parties involved seem to be enjoying themselves. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Enjoying my cute musky butt, Wuff?”<</Dialogue>> Cammie’s face is fully enveloped in the soft cat’s rump, snug between cushy cheeks, and stuffed right beneath Phirae’s tail. You don’t need to see it to know what’s going on down there. After some time, the cat ends up shifting his weight, grinding more heavily on Cammie’s face. A moment later he gasps, blushing a lot more. His lower gut bulges out ever so slightly, the imprint of a canine muzzle poking out from his fur. A sudden squelch and a drop slips the rest of her head out of sight, disappearing up into the cat’s tush. But rather than fight it, Phirae’s impromptu buttplug rumbles softly, massaging the cat’s thighs, even when Phirae collapses back, legs splayed out to give you a view of the wolfdog now neck-deep in his ass. The feline’s far too pleasured to care about showing himself off anyway. “Huff...If you wanted to get up my butt, you should have just said so, Cammie…” Phirae purrs, biting his lip while working his stretched tailhole over the wolf’s shoulders. Little by little the cat turns his seat into a butt toy, working his hips up and down over her thick midsection. With so much stuffed up his rump, Phirae’s belly bulges out, shifting with Cammie’s squirms, and shaking with Phirae’s purrs. You can hear muffled rumbles coming from inside Phirae’s belly, mixed in with soft, lewd squishes of flesh. It swells larger, packing away the cat’s prey, forcing her through the feline’s slimy bowels. Before you know it, Phirae’s managed to stuff the wolfdog most of the way up his butt, only Cammie’s lower legs and the tip of her tail sticking out from between those soft buttcheeks. Phirae pries one to the side, showing off his buttplug just a little bit more. His pucker clenches, slipping the wolf’s legs in until it’s just her paws barely free. The cat shudders, stifling another moan when another clench tugs them the rest of the way inside his rump. His tailring closes slowly, engulfing the last of the pup’s toes, quivering in the cool air with such a large insertion tucked away on the other side. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Prrrrrrrrrr… Good to see you...”<</Dialogue>> Phirae pats his overstuffed belly, digging his paws into the wriggling bulge. As stretched as it is, it still looks impossibly soft, especially now that the cat kneads into his pudge. <span id="CammiePark"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Rub Phi's tummy">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#CammiePark" transition>> Phirae purrs even louder when you settle down next to him, but he doesn’t get up. He just looks up at you cutely, belly exposed, looking so soft. How can you not pet his belly? You reach out slowly, resting one hand on the cat’s distended gut. A soft nudge pushes back against you, of the wolfdog squirming through Phirae’s intestines. You pat both the canine and the feline, curling your fingers through Phirae’s fur, gently squeezing his middle. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Buarrhhhp!”<</Dialogue>> The pressure in his gut gets relieved rather rudely, trapped air in his stomach displaced by all your petting. Phirae seems a lot more relaxed afterwards, though he’s a little bashful, shrinking down into his shoulders. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Pardon me.”<</Dialogue>> He mewls. You lean in and cuddle the cat’s bulging belly, squishing your face into all the feline’s softness. His stomach is louder, with your head pressed up against it, but it must be even more so for the dog trapped inside. Cammie manages to wiggle against you when you push in, adding to the warm, cozy cuddles amidst the squish of the cat’s tum. You keep Phirae snuggled for a long time, rubbing his soft belly in slow strokes, relaxing along with him. After a while his purrs grow fainter, making way for the rumbling groan of the feline’s snores instead. He mumbles in his sleep, saying silly nonsense and pawing at the air adorably. You nuzzle his middle one more time then get up, leaving Phirae to rest while his overstuffed belly keeps shifting around. Cammie’s definitely not asleep in there, at least. You’ll probably be able to find Phirae again in his usual spot in the Central Plaza, later. ---- [[>Continue->Park]] \<<silently>><<set $companion to "None">><<set $PhiraeLocation to "Mitiene - C">><</silently>>\ \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Leave them both">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#CammiePark" transition>> Phirae finally notices you’ve been watching him this whole time, and you can still see his exposed butthole. His tail flicks, curling up to hide a little bit of his decency, while a fresh blush rises up on his cheeks. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Um...yeah, I’ll...catch you later. I’m gonna chill with...this for a little bit.”<</Dialogue>> He gestures to his belly. It shifts, wiggling about with noticeable glorp from within. Phirae moans out from the sensation, clutching his gut, while Cammie nuzzles about inside. You leave the cat to enjoy his friend/buttplug. You’ll probably be able to find him at his usual spot, later. ---- [[>Continue->Park]] \<<silently>><<set $companion to "None">><<set $PhiraeLocation to "Mitiene - C">><</silently>>\ \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

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<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Lowen's Stomach">><</silently>>\ His maw opens wide, engulfing your vision with dark, wet flesh. His long tongue coils beneath your chin, dragging you facefirst towards his throat. Sharp teeth drag along your neck, the pressure easing as you slide deeper. His tongue is soft, and warm, but that’s hardly a comfort when you’re shoved forcefully against it. He’s tasting you, savouring your taste while you squirm. But then he swallows. Hot flesh spreads and squelches, engulfing your shoulders in his lips and your face in his gullet. The tight squeeze gets worse, pushing your head down into forming a large bulge in Lowen’s neck. Another gulp drags you down further, smearing you with drool, enough for your struggles to end up slipping you further down his throat. Shoving against the hungry, fluffy mothbat just makes him tighten his grip on your sides, cramming you deeper down his gullet. Or more accurately, he’s forcing his mouth down over your chest, swallowing up your torso before you buckle to your knees. Every swallow slides you along his esophagus, stuffing you in with no regard for your struggles or how much your stretch his jaws. Flailing your legs about doesn’t help either. Once he’s got your hips resting on the back of his tongue, you tip over the edge, gravity dragging you down too, shifting the bulge in his throat down into his fluffy chest, then lower still. Your head presses against the entrance of his stomach and get shoved through on the next gulp. The space is small, tight enough that your face gets pushed into the pit of his stomach before your shoulders can join you in there. But it’s stretchy, enough that you just keep sinking in to the slimy, wet sac. You’re forced to curl up in his stomach, squashed under your own weight as each swallow packs more of you away in the mothbat. By now you’ve got most of your body engulfed in heat and slick, tight flesh, with just your legs flailing free of Lowen’s mouth. His teeth scrape along your legs when he bites down, slurping both of them up in one go. You can feel the last of the outside world slipping away, replaced with Lowen’s tongue curled around your feet. One final gulp, and you’re forced into his stomach walls again, until your legs slip through his stomach’s entrance with a wet squelch. Lowen squeezes his gut once you’ve settled in entirely. His stomach groans a warm, wet welcome, fitting tight around your whole body. You make a sizeable bulge in his middle, but in the dark, secluded area of the library, there’s no one else around to notice. You’re stuck in the mothbat’s stomach, while it shoves you around with its constant churns. <h1>Game Over</h1> ---- <<link ">Continue?" "VOID">><</link>>

<<silently>><<set $HeaderText to "Lowen's Stomach">><</silently>>\ His maw opens wide, engulfing your vision with dark, wet flesh. His long tongue coils beneath your chin, pulling you facefirst towards his throat. His teeth drag along your neck - sharp, but pleasant as they lightly brush along to guide you deeper. His tongue is soft, and warm, comforting to sink into and rub against it. He’s tasting you, savouring your taste while you squirm. Then he swallows. Hot flesh spreads and squelches, engulfing your shoulders in his lips and your face in his gullet. The tight squeeze pushes your head down into forming a large bulge in Lowen’s neck. Another gulp drags you down further, smearing you with drool, enough for your wriggles to end up propelling you further down his throat. Shoving yourself into the hungry, fluffy mothbat just makes him tighten his grip on your sides, holding you tight while cramming you deeper down his gullet. Or more accurately, he’s forcing his mouth down over your chest, swallowing up your torso before you drop to your knees. Every swallow slides you along his esophagus, stuffing you in with no regard for how much your stretch his jaws. With a little nudge, you brace your legs on the floor and push yourself in further. Once he’s got your hips resting on the back of his tongue, you tip over the edge, gravity dragging you down too, shifting the bulge in his throat down into his fluffy chest, then lower still. Your head presses against the entrance of his stomach and get shoved through on the next gulp. The space is small, tight enough that your face gets pushed into the pit of his stomach before your shoulders can join you in there. But it’s stretchy, enough that you just keep sinking in to the slimy, wet sac. You’re forced to curl up in his stomach, shoved into the slick walls as each swallow packs more of you away in the mothbat. By now you’ve got most of your body engulfed in heat and slick, tight flesh, with just your legs hanging free of Lowen’s mouth. His teeth hold your legs steady when he bites down, slurping both of them up a moment later. You can feel the last of the outside world slipping away, replaced with Lowen’s tongue curled around your feet. One final gulp, and you’re pushed into his stomach walls again, until your legs slip through his stomach’s entrance with a wet squelch. Lowen squeezes his gut once you’ve settled in entirely. His stomach groans a warm, wet welcome, fitting tight around your whole body. You make a sizeable bulge in his middle, but in the dark, secluded area of the library, there’s no one else around to notice. You’re stuck in the mothbat’s stomach, while it shoves you around with its constant churns. <h1>Game Over</h1> ---- <<link ">Continue?" "VOID">><</link>>

<span id="event"> \<<if $prey.Belly.Rif == 1>>Rif wiggles in your stomach. \<<elseif $prey.Butt.Rif == 1>>You can feel the micro fox squirming in your butt. \<<elseif $prey.Balls.Rif == 1>>The fox seems comfy in your balls. \<<elseif $prey.Womb.Rif == 1>>Rif is curled up tight in your womb. \<<else>>Rif ambles about, the micro fox is eager to help. \<</if>> \</span> ---- <<if $RifLocation is not "Inside you">>\ <<link "Eat Rif" "Vore Test Scene OV">> <<set $prey.Belly.Rif to 1>><<set $RifLocation to "Inside you">> <</link>> <<link "Shove Rif up your butt" "Vore Test Scene AV">> <<set $prey.Butt.Rif to 1>><<set $RifLocation to "Inside you">> <</link>> <<link "Slide Rif into your cock" "Vore Test Scene CV">> <<set $prey.Balls.Rif to 1>><<set $RifLocation to "Inside you">> <</link>> <<link "Stuff Rif into your pussy" "Vore Test Scene UB">> <<set $prey.Womb.Rif to 1>><<set $RifLocation to "Inside you">> <</link>><</if>> \<<if $prey.Belly.Rif is 1>> \<<link "Let Rif out of your belly" "Vore Test Scene OV Release">> <<set $prey.Belly.Rif to 0>> <<set $RifLocation to $partyLocation>> <</link>><</if>> \<<if $prey.Butt.Rif is 1>> \<<link "Let Rif out of your butt" "Vore Test Scene AV Release">> <<set $prey.Butt.Rif to 0>> <<set $RifLocation to $partyLocation>> <</link>><</if>> \<<if $prey.Balls.Rif is 1>> \<<link "Let Rif out of your balls" "Vore Test Scene CV Release">> <<set $prey.Balls.Rif to 0>> <<set $RifLocation to $partyLocation>> <</link>><</if>> \<<if $prey.Womb.Rif is 1>> \<<link "Let Rif out of your womb" "Vore Test Scene UB Release">> <<set $prey.Womb.Rif to 0>> <<set $RifLocation to $partyLocation>> <</link>><</if>> [[>Back->Temporary Start]] <<set $partyLocation to "Vore Test">>

Homph homph homph. ---- [[>Back->Vore Test]]

The fox slides easily into your butt, fitting nicely in your colon. ---- [[>Back->Vore Test]]

Your nuts sway with Rif's squirms inside. ---- [[>Back->Vore Test]]

The eager fox yips as he slides into your womb. ---- [[>Back->Vore Test]]

You squat down and let Rif out. ---- [[>Back->Vore Test]]

You cough Rif back up. ---- [[>Back->Vore Test]]

Rif squirms all the way back up your shaft. ---- [[>Back->Vore Test]]

You squeeze Rif out of your pussy. ---- [[>Back->Vore Test]]

Rif bounces around in your belly ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

Rif squirms in your butt ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

Rif sloshes in your nuts ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

---- [[>Get in the elevator->Office Elevator]] [[>Leave the office->Mitiene - NE]]

Rif is in your womb ---- <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

You clench your insides as best you can, as the same time as you press in on the bulge Phirae makes in your lower gut. His purring presses against all the right places, especially with his added squirms from the pressure. The constant vibration in your rear stops for only a moment as the cat speaks. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"It's so cozy and tight..."<</Dialogue>> His muffled sigh of bliss gives you another second's reprieve from your living vibrator before it starts up again, this time with a lot more movement as the cat squirms inside you. ---- [[-Let him out-->Phirae Prey Butt Release]] [[-Digest him-->Phirae Prey Butt Digest]] <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

You press in on your middle to feel for Phirae inside. He gives a slight kick back against your hand, making a slight extra bulge for a short moment. His squirms continue for a little longer as he gets comfortable once more, then all goes quiet inside you. Aside from Phirae's subtle purring. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Prrrrrrrh, thanks for letting me rest inside you. It's really warm and cozy in here."<</Dialogue>> Soothing rubs press against your insides. You push back in on him in return, petting over his head. ---- [[-Let him out-->Phirae Prey Womb Release]] [[-Digest him-->Phirae Prey Womb Digest]] <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

You reach down to squeeze over your engorged sac, pressing the trapped feline's head into your balls as best you can. You're rewarded with extra squirming and moans from Phirae, pushing back against you with equal measure. He feels far too good in there... <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Guh, it's so wet and musky in here. My fur's gonna stink for days!"<</Dialogue>> You hear his quiet sigh, and his purr starts up, pressed directly against your sac. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"But cats can't resist good cream after all..."<</Dialogue>> Your bulging sac shifts with the cat's movements, pressing out and rubbing along the inside of your sac. ---- [[-Let him out-->Phirae Prey Balls Release]] [[-Digest him-->Phirae Prey Balls Digest]] <<link ">Nevermind" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $prey.Belly.Phirae to 0>> <<set $PhiraeLocation to $partyLocation>> <</silently>>\ You squeeze in on your middle, poking Phirae until he starts to squirm a little inside of you. You want him ready to be let out after all. Though there is the question of how exactly you're going to do that... <<set _random to random(1,2)>> \<<switch _random>> \<<case 1>> With a grin, you press against the cat's head, closing your eyes to focus on the sensations inside of you. A little squeeze here, a little relaxing there, and with a muffled yelp the bulge in your middle sinks just a little bit lower. The stretch inside you shifts, filling out your intestines as the cat gets forced into them. His body twists and squirms on his descent, as your body does what it does best - guiding food along the winding passage, though this time the food isn't the usual thoroughfare. At least Phirae's purring makes it pretty pleasurable as he slips along. Before too long, and after following the Phirae's movements with one hand, you feel the growing pressure in your colon. It's a wonder how the feline still has the energy to squirm in there, but it feels too good to stop. Although your clenches didn't do much to stop them anyway. If anything, they made him wriggle more. But now it's time for the squirming to make its way out of you, as something presses in on the inside of your pucker. You squat slightly and groan as it stretches you out, before you hear the clear gasp forcing it to spread wider. Phirae's muzzle pokes free of your rump, panting in the fresh air after being subjected to your inside for so long. You have half a mind to push him back in and keep him inside you for a little longer, but the cat's squirming has other plans in mind. You bear down as his head slips free, followed shortly after by Phirae's shoulders as he pulls himself free. The squirming stretches your hole wide to accommodate him, but every time you try to clench it back now it forces the feline out instead. With a wet schlurk the rest of the cat slips out onto the ground, curled up on himself and purring madly. His cheeks are flush when he meets your gaze, although he's covered in various fluids that used to be inside you. Not that he seems to mind too much as he shakily gets to his feet, brushing himself off as if it would help. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"I...uh, thanks for letting me out like that..."<</Dialogue>> he murmurs, before dashing off suddenly. He returns soon enough though, pristine and refreshed. Though he's still blushing. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<<case 2>> You put one hand to your throat as you press in on Phirae with the other, working him up against the top of your stomach. It's hardly as pleasurable as forcing him down your throat, but the cat still makes a rather substantial bulge on his way back up. You can already feel his head nosing at your insides, carefully aiding you in bringing him back up. Even if it presses against something sensitive and almost makes you swallow a few times. Maybe that's what he's after, even as his head slips back into your mouth. You open your mouth wide as his head rests on the back of your tongue, before it slips over in one smooth motion. You can't see Phirae's face but you can feel a distinct extra bulge deep in your chest, rubbing against your insides as he slides out of you. He barely squirms, but you can tell he's trying to hump against your insides while he still can, even as he tumbles free of your mouth. Most if his squirming comes as the cat's crotch slips against your tongue, giving you a thick taste of Phirae's cum still leaking from the tip. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"A-ahhhnn..."<</Dialogue>> he moans out, legs tensing in your gullet before you let them pull free. The cat is a purring mess on the floor for a moment, his stomach stained white with the aftermath of the climax he rode out on the way up. <<Dialogue Phirae>>"Ummm...It felt better than I thought it would..."<</Dialogue>> he offers, grinning bashfully. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>> \<</switch>>

<<silently>><<set $prey.Belly.Phirae to 0>> <<set $PhiraeLocation to "VOID">><</silently>>\ Your stomach groans noisily as you digest the cat, his surprised mewls muffled as you squeeze in on him. You can still feel him purring, despite how active your stomach gets, and how much he struggles against it. But as much as he kicks and struggles, he can't fend off your stomach juices forever. Your gut makes so much noise as it digests its meal, sloshing and groaning, bubbling wetly. It feels so good, even as the bubbling starts to grow louder. "Bwaaaaaarrrrhp!" You can taste the feline again, hints of him tainting the air inside your stomach. Within minutes, your belly is flatter, with the cat no longer bulging out your front, though it's still rounded with a new layer of pudge, absorbed from him. You give it a few pats. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<silently>><<set $prey.Butt.Phirae to 0>> <<set $PhiraeLocation to $partyLocation>><</silently>>\ As amazing as it feels to have a living, squirming vibrator inside you, all good things must come to an end. Though that doesn't mean it has to feel any less pleasurable than shoving him in there in the first place. You press in on your lower gut to draw out a few more squirms from the lively cat, as he stretches out ready for his re-entry into the world once more. It's almost a shame to let him go, but you can already feel him pressing against the inside of your pucker. Before he can pry it apart manually, you squat down, relaxing just enough to ease some of the pressure, but that only gives way to more weight trying to force its way out of you as you bear down. With a slow stretch, your anus spreads over Phirae's muzzle, greeting it into the cold air with a light gasp as he takes in a breath of clean air. It resolves as a soft sigh and a slight shudder, as he gives your insides a few more squeezes while he still can. It's a lot easier to force his head out of you than it is for his shoulders, no thanks to his constant squirming and purring teasing at you. It's almost like he's humping you from the inside. Given how he suddenly moans out and goes tense not long after, it seems like that's exactly what he was doing. Though he goes limp after, oozing out of your rump much more easily as you squeeze him out. He still gives you a good stretch, as your asshole slips over his thin body, widening once more over his hips, then teasing over the cat's legs before they flop to the ground. The cat is a mess of intestinal slimes and his own cum coating him, but he seems far too busy with his afterglow to care, at first. <<Dialogue>>"Ahh, we gotta do that again, sometime..."<</Dialogue>> he murmurs, standing and stretching. He looks down at himself and frowns, blush rushing back to his cheeks. He excuses himself and heads off rather quickly, but he's back before you realise, clean and no worse for wear. Though his blush is still pretty clear. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<silently>><<set $prey.Belly.Phirae to 0>> <<set $PhiraeLocation to "VOID">><</silently>>\ With a loud gurgle, your intestines squeeze over the feline inside your rump, dragging him deeper into your body. You can hear him moan out in lust, as well as feel him struggling far more as he slips deeper into you. It's a slow process, but you can feel him working through your intestines, and getting squashed tighter and tighter, and pulled deeper and deeper, until eventually you can't feel Phirae's struggles anymore, aside from his weight distributed through your middle. You're pretty sure most of him is ass fat, now. It certainly feels nicer to squeeze your own butt. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<silently>><<set $prey.Balls.Phirae to 0>> <<set $PhiraeLocation to $partyLocation>><</silently>>\ With the cat constantly purring and kicking out in there, it’s a wonder you’ve managed to keep your hands of your dick for this long. But it’s time to let the cat out, even if the pervert in there seems to be enjoying it FAR too much. So are you, but that’s what’s going to make everything so much better. After the constant teasing in there, you need release. His squirming grows in intensity as you fondle over your sac, his paws pressing back out against you. You roll him about beneath the flesh, feeling him twist to keep himself from getting dunked too much. You can hear his gasps and moans all the same though, amidst the constant slosh of seed. How much is in there with him? It certainly feels like a big load. Maybe that’s just because he’s stretching you out, or maybe it’s because of how much he’s wriggling… You settle back, closing your eyes to focus on the sensations inside you, jerking off and bucking your hips into your hand. The movement makes Phirae tumble more, forced again and again against the inside of your sac, edging you closer and closer to your peak. Just a little more! You can feel your sac growing more active, already churning loudly before they tighten, in time with the cat’s muffled mewl inside of you. His bulge shivers as your nuts squeeze in, and suddenly you feel so full deep beyond the base of your cock. You can feel him slip past your prostate, brought up with the rush of cum. Orgasmic isn’t even the half of it. You buck into the air, but only a few dribbles of cum spurt free from your tip, again and again until the building pressure rockets up your length, a wet splat and an obscene bulge of your cock forces the cat’s head up, carrying with it a torrent of seed. His fur is stained white, utterly coated with the gooey substance. He gasps out in the fresh air, slowly turning into a moan as collapses on top of you, his body forced out in waves as your climax keeps going and going. Wave after wave, rope after rope, and little by little the cat’s body oozes out, both of you lost in the throes of your orgasm. Eventually though, you're left with the panting feline resting against your chest, toes still teasing over your tip, circling the opening to flick away the last few spurts of cum. <<Dialogue Phirae>>“Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrh…Feel free to do that again anytime…”<</Dialogue>> He grins, squelching as he nuzzles in against you. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<silently>><<set $prey.Belly.Phirae to 0>> <<set $PhiraeLocation to "VOID">><</silently>>\ You run a hand over your engorged sac, pushing in against the cat trapped inside. He pushes back weakly at first, but the pressure soon grows as your balls start to churn up the cream-thirsty cat. It's the best thing he could be after all - a cat made of cream. He still put up quite a fight in there, desperately trying to find extra space in there and shove against your cum-slick walls. But the sloshing in your nuts seems to be winning out, as the cat becomes less cat and more cream, your sac drooping a little more and rounding out a little better as time goes on. It's hard not to get yourself off too quickly, with how much jizz you've got by the time Phirae's struggles die down completely. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<silently>><<set $prey.Womb.Phirae to 0>> <<set $PhiraeLocation to $partyLocation>><</silently>>\ As nice as it is to have a purring feline in your womb, you do need him out of there. Settling back, you spread your legs and give a soft sigh, closing your eyes to focus on the sensations inside you. Only a for a bit, before a hand slips in between your legs to rub over your slit, gently masturbating to keep you wet and loose in preparation for the cat you’re about to let free. As small and squirmy as the pussy inside you is, he’s still going to stretch your pussy on the way out. You can feel him kick and groan as you press in on him with your other hand, guiding him against your cervix with soft groan. You call out to him that it’s time for him to leave, but only get a soft mewl in return. But you can still tell he’s a lot more active after, his paws poking against the inside of your cervix and slipping through into your vagina. You groan and strain as he spreads you more, his weight subtly shifting for him to push out into the world. Or rather, that his movement is teasing at your insides in all the right ways, flooding your mind with endorphins from the stretch. By the time his fingers spread your lips from the inside, his head is squirming through into your vagina, twisting and licking at the slick flesh inside, and eating you out in the strangest way you’ve had in a while. Rather fitting, considering to get there you’d ‘eaten’ him in a way. You can’t really entertain the thought for long before you tense up, waves of pleasure threatening to squish the cat. He’s still trying to struggle, but your clenches keep him trapped, fighting against you and almost being pulled right back in. But slowly he makes progress, pulling against your thighs as much as you push him out, until eventually you’re left with a dripping wet cat between your legs who stinks of your sex. He pants as he pulls himself free with another wet sound, his fur matted down in spots where you’ve squeezed him especially tight. He seems almost as exhausted as you, as he rests against your legs for a moment. And then his head is right back against your crotch, once again licking you over. He’s gentle, knowing right how to lick to make you tense up and pull his head up against you a little more, trapping him on the outside now with your thighs around his head. He’s purring, and apparently content to stay like this for a while, though. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<silently>><<set $prey.Belly.Phirae to 0>> <<set $PhiraeLocation to "VOID">><</silently>>\ You grin, squeezing in on your belly with a subtle clench. It takes some time before Phirae realises what's going on, though as soon as he does his struggles grow rather intense. He kicks and squirms against your womb, but it's already too tight around him for him to move much. He's panting and moaning, you can hear that much, still desperately wriggling even as you start churning him up into cream. It's no secret that his struggles are doing your lust no favours, edging you closer and closer to orgasm. And the closer you get, the smaller your gut seems to be, squeezing Phirae tighter and tighter until you can't feel his struggles anymore. With a moan, you tighten up and gasp, making a mess on the floor from your climax. Though even with the cat completely turned into femcum, you could swear your middle as at least a little bit fatter for it all, too. ---- <<link ">Continue" $partyLocation>><</link>>

<<widget "cw" container>><span class="ContentWarning">_contents</span><</widget>> <<widget "prey">> <<=` <<set _internal to $prey.`+_args[0]+`>>`>> <<=` <<set _internal2 to Object.values($prey.`+_args[0]+`)>>`>> <<if _internal2.every(item => item === 0)>> Empty <<else>> <<for _item, _quantity range _internal>> <<if _quantity > 0>> <<=` <<set _preyLocation to "`+_item+` Prey `+_args[0]+`">>`>> <br> <span class="menubutton"> <<capture _item, _preyLocation>> <<button _item>> <<if tags().includesAny("internal","scene")>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Error", "Error"); Dialog.wiki("You can't do that right now!"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <<elseif tags().includes("prey")>> <<goto $partyLocation>> <<else>> <<goto _preyLocation>> <</if>> <</button>> <</capture>> </span> <</if>> <</for>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "Healthbar">> <span id="healthbar">Health: <div class="health"> <<= '<div class="healthmeter" style="width:'+ $health +'%"> </div>'>> </div> </span> <</widget>> <<widget "HealthRefresh">> <<replace "#healthbar">>Health: <div class="health"> <<= '<div class="healthmeter" style="width:'+ $health +'%"> </div>'>> </div><</replace>> <</widget>> <<widget "gurgle">> <<if settings.endo is false>> <<=`<<set $health to $health + `+_args[0]+`>>`>> <<if $health < 0>><<set $health to 0>><</if>> <<HealthRefresh>> <<replace "#event" transition>> <<=`<<include "`+_args[1]+`">>`>> <</replace>> <<if $health == 0>> <<replace "#options" transition>> <<= `----`>> <<=`<<link ">Continue" "`+_args[2]+`">><</link>>`>><</replace>> <</if>> <<else>> <<replace "#event" transition>> <<=`<<include "`+_args[1]+`">>`>> <</replace>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "devour">> <<=`<<set $`+_args[0]+`Lust to 0>>`>> <<=`<<set $prey.`+_args[1]+`.`+_args[0]+` to 1>>`>> <<=`<<set $`+_args[0]+`Location to "Inside you">>`>> <</widget>>

A rose-coloured finch busily tends to the bar while chatting with everyone inside. She greets you with a chirp and a slight nod of her head, but she's busy dealing with everyone else at the moment. Give her a second and she'll pop around when it's your turn. Mostly, it's because of a bright yellow cat, sitting at the bar, currently arguing with the bartender about a tab of some kind. He’s dressed rather primly, despite the usual ambience of the pub you’re in. Hardly the kind of person to drum up debt in here. Getting closer to him, you hear him wave it off that he’ll buy her a new set of shot glasses, not to worry. The bird seems placated, if only slightly. ---- [[-Talk to the yellow cat-->Leon Pub]] [[>Back->Pub]]

---- [[>Back->Pub]]

The hyena’s gut is grosser than you imagined. You’re sitting in a stew of his last unfortunate meal, now mixed with his cum. And yourself. The stomach walls are almost as unrelenting as his sac walls were, but at least the latter secreted something vaguely palatable. Now you’ve just got stomach slimes making the soupy mess slightly thinner, and more uniform when it sloshes over you. The gut contracts again, as the fluid around you bubbles up. “BUUUARRRHPHH!” The hyena’s belch reverberates around you, jostling you with his belly’s shaking. He gropes you through his fat a moment later, jiggling even more when his laugh resonates from above. “Whoo, I really gotta stop drinking my own cum!” He cackles, before addressing you. “Managed to survive long enough in there? Aren’t you lucky, now you get to be in my stomach anyway! I told ya I’m hard to get out of!” You groan, resigning yourself to the predator’s churning for now. You’re still so exhausted after trying to squirm your way out of his sac. You could try to squirm again, but you really need the rest…

You try and work your way back up the hyena’s throat, but you don’t get anywhere. With the stomach’s churns, you’re crushed and rolled until you’re facing the base of his stomach instead, and fighting to keep your head above the tide of stomach muck in there with you. Though staring at the lower half of his stomach does give you an idea… You struggle against the top of the hyena’s stomach, fighting against the sphincter you’ve just been forced through. You’re not sure what you’ll do if you manage to get back up the predator’s throat, before he just swallows you down again. Though it doesn’t seem like you’ll get a chance to anyway - The upper valve is too slick to get a grip on. It doesn’t seem like you’re getting out that way any time soon. Anywhere’s better than this caustic pit, right? You nudge against the stomach’s lower sphincter, grimacing at the thought of actually succeeding in slipping deeper into the gross yeen’s bowels. Try as you might, the valve doesn’t relent anyway. You’re not going to be slipping through there until his stomach’s through with you, apparently. You kick against the lower half of the hyena’s stomach, trying to push against the only exit that won’t get you swallowed back down again. It’s not a pretty escape, but it’s an escape all the same. Yet despite your constant shoves, the hyena’s stomach doesn’t let you through. The sphincter is too tight for you to fit through, though your attempts to stretch it out get the hyena’s attention in the form of slight groans of discomfort and belly aches. You rub against the hyena’s stomach walls. They ripple in response, pushing you back against the other side. You’re squeezed between both for a brief second, before the pressure relaxes. It’s more than enough to get you coated in a mix of chyme and cum, though. You idly brush along the slimy stomach folds, trying to please the hyena again like you did for his balls. He certainly sounds as appreciative, and massages you again with his paws squeezing you through his flesh, though he sounds a lot more muted when you’re lost beneath his pudge. Your hands dig into the yeen’s gut, fondling it from within. You hear him moan in delight, but it’s quiet, and almost sounds as tired as you feel. He must be worn out after his climax just like you. Even his burp sounds sleepy, closing off much quieter than what you’re used to hearing from the ravenous hyena. You give a slow rub over the hyena’s stomach walls, trying to please your predator again. You don’t last long before his stomach churns press you in too tight to move anyway. They roll you about, using your whole body to rub up against the slick flesh and coat you in the various fluids around you. You muster your strength to try and struggle again, but his stomach is even harder to fight against than his balls. There’s so much more flesh surrounding you, and the contractions crush you a lot more often, and much harder. Not to mention the constant gurgling of half-digested mush as it’s worked over. You’ll join it soon, if you don’t find a way out. You kick and shove against the hyena’s stomach walls, but all it achieves is getting yourself coated in cum and stomach juices. You try not to think about what you’re stewing in, but you don’t have much of a choice when it sloshes over you. It bubbles for a moment from all the agitation, raising up into a loud burp from above. You struggle as much as you can, which really amounts to just trying to stop his stomach from squeezing so much. You’re mildly successful, in that you get a reaction from the hyena. You’re less successful in that it’s really just a burp, and a soft thump of his paw pushing back against you until you’re dunked in stomach slop. Gross. Struggling is hard when you’ve struggled so much already. You’re not sure you’re even making an impact on the hyena’s gut. If you are, he’s not showing it. In fact, it sounds like he’s about to fall asleep while massaging you idly. It squeezes his insides tighter, already resigning you to food despite your squirming.

Eton's gut may seem large from the outside, but inside seems no bigger than any other stomach. Though at least you have enough space to try and kick out at the encroaching walls, for what little good it does before they squelch over you again. It's rather active in treating you like food, tossing you about and dropping you into the thick pool of juices at its base. The air inside in thin and stale, even if the smell does remind you of chocolate more than anything. You're sure you'll never touch the stuff again if you manage to get out of here.

You rub the inside of the rabbit's stomach in the hopes that it'll appease him, but all it seems to do is make his stomach churn and push back against your hands. You massage the rippling flesh, hoping it'll calm some of the crushing squeezes, but it seems to have the opposite effect. You rub the slick stomach walls, trying to appreciate their large size and a the slight amount of space you have inside them. They suddenly contract and squeeze you to prove you wrong. You push your hands into the wet flesh surrounding you. By the time you stop, you can barely feel them, numb as if they were cold. You rub along Eton's stomach. It seems to quiet the gurgling for a second, before your surroundings clench and you feel a rush of air escaping above you. Eton's belch is loud and deep, and hardly encouraging.

You squirm and kick against the stomach walls around you, but they don't stay away for long. You struggle against the churning, trying to upset Eton's stomach, but you don't seem to make any progress. An extra pressure from the outside pushes the stomach walls back against you, stopping your struggling with little space for you to move. Eventually it moves away, as the rabbit stops pressing in on you. You kick hard against one wall, bracing youself against the other. All it does is envelop both in the wet flesh, coating you in another layer of stomach juices.

Eton's belly gurgles noisily, reverberating as the rabbit lets out a loud belch above. Considering where you are, it's even worse, reverberating against the inner walls of his stomach. Though his flesh seems to absorb most sound, it's replaced with the constant burbling as it secretes wave after wave of acids over you. You wonder how many others have been in here before you, and how many of them managed to survive long enough to escape. The thought gives you shivers, considering the rabbit's hefty paunch. Another loud groan all around you suddenly makes you lose what little balance you have, rolling you over and pressing your face into the side of his gut. The flesh moulds around you, secreting more juices directly onto you, leaving it slightly numb and making it harder to concentrate. Eventually you notice the dull thud coming from below, and the extra swaying from the rabbit’s heavy steps. You hear his voice calling to someone, telling them that he's heading off for a while. You try to shout for help, but there's no response aside from another gurgle from Eton's belly. After fighting with Eton's gut for so long, your breathing becomes a lot more laborious. You try to push against the active walls a little more, but each time they seem to crush a little bit harder, and dunk you a little bit more into his acids, leaving your whole body tingling and numb. You try to cry out one last time, desperate, but it's no use. With another loud gurgle, his stomach contracts, and your world fades to black.

The wrinkled flesh almost looks like you could climb up to escape, if not for how it constantly grinds and churns against itself. Instead, it's another reminder of your inability to escape your fate now, even as they ooze more caustic juices. ---- [[>Back->Eton Stomach]]

---- [[>Leave the gym->Mitiene - NE]]

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<<if $LeonMet is not true>>\ As you strike up conversation with the cat, the bird behind the bar huffs and walks away, heading back to serve other customers. It gives you a moment to get a better look at the yellow feline, with a mop of light brown hair and yellow eyes that are somehow brighter than his fur. He stares back at you, before breaking into a wide grin, showing off shiny white, pointed teeth. He's rather trim overall, but he's got a slightly bulging gut. It's not quite big enough for prey, and the shapes seem too rigid and unmoving for any micros in there. it's not until he twists and you hear the clink of glass that you realise what's currently sitting in the pit of his stomach. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Sorry about that, just a little misunderstanding that got out of hand. They really should specify that you’re only supposed to eat the Jello part of the shots, not the whole thing.”<</Dialogue>> He shrugs, and stretches, where you can hear the soft clink of glass coming from his stomach. <<Dialogue Leon>>“I’m Leon, anyhow. I’d offer to buy you a drink, but I’m pretty sure the finch there’s too worried I’ll swallow those, too.”<</Dialogue>> <</if>>\ You chat idly with the cat for a while, listening to his fanciful tales that regale you of grand adventures, catching up on gossip, and plenty of bawdy jokes, until Leon brings up the prospect of getting some more drinks. He offers to pay (or rather, have it added to his tab) so you needn't worry about cost. <span id="LeonPub"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Have some drinks with the cat">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#LeonPub" transition>> After little deliberation of what you should get, you flag down the bartender and order a set of six flavoured shots. She eyes you suspiciously, glaring at Leon for far too long to be comfortable. <<Dialogue Amaranthe>>"Dammit, at least I know you're good for it..."<</Dialogue>> She sighs, setting out 6 small shot glasses. The glass clinks as she sets them out. She she pours out six flavours from the dozens of bottles stacked behind her, forming a rainbow of colours across them all. Though once you've got your drinks (served on a long wooden tray), Leon motions over to the booths. <<Dialogue Leon>>"For a little extra privacy, to relax with."<</Dialogue>> He winks. ---- [[>Continue->Leon Pub Booth]] \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Turn him down">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#LeonPub" transition>> You shake your head and politely decline, you've actually got to head off for now. Leon tuts but seems understanding. <<Dialogue Leon>>"I'll see you around, next time you're about. If I'm not in here I'll be at the cafe once it opens. Well, if they've decided to let me back in, at least..."<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Back->Pub Bar]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span> \<<set $LeonMet to true>>

You sit back in the booth, sinking into the plush faux-leather that looks like it's seen better days. It's still cozy enough, much moreso for drunk patrons, at least. The table seems totally attached to the wall, leaving the area beneath completely open, with more than enough space for people to slip beneath. You sigh as you stretch your legs out, grateful for the extra leg room without a pole to accidentally kick. The hardwood table seems sturdy enough though, you wouldn't want to bang anything on that. <span id="talk"> Leon sits opposite you, relaxing against the back of his seat. He occassionally glances to the side, making sure you're both able to chat in private. Especially now that you've noticed the rather...noticeable bulge in his pants. Well, the bulge there, and the one in his gut, constantly shifting and clinking just on the edge of your hearing. He notices you noticing him, and grins lecherously. <<Dialogue Leon>>"You know, rubs are always welcome."<</Dialogue>> He winks. </span> ---- <<convo "Chat with Leon" talk>> <<include "Leon Pub Chat">> <</convo>> <<if $LeonShots is not true>>[[Massage Leon's gut->Leon Pub Massage]]<<else>>[[Massage Leon's full gut->Leon Pub Massage]]<</if>> <<if $LeonShots is not true>>[[-Drink the shots-->Leon Pub Shots]] <<cw>>(Feeding, Object swallowing)<</cw>><<else>>[[-Get more drinks-->Leon Pub Shots]]<</if>> <<if $LeonShots is not true>>[[-Skip this and head back to his place-->Leon Pub CV]]<<else>>[[-Head back to his place-->Leon Pub CV]]<</if>> <<cw>>(Sounding, Bladder vore, 'Digestion', Reformation, Watersports)<</cw>> [[>Say Goodbye to Leon->Leon Pub Leave]]

\<<set _talk to random (1,5)>> \<<switch _talk>> \<<case 1>>\ <<Dialogue Leon>>"Have you been to the convenience store near that big apartment complex? ...Did ya buy anything good there?"<</Dialogue>> Leon smirks. He's almost blushing, you can tell. He must really like the place, for some reason. \<<case 2>>\ You chat with Leon, trying to figure out why he's hanging out in a seedy place like this in the middle of the afternoon. <<Dialogue Leon>>"Oh, well normally I'd just be getting a coffee at my usual cafe, but they're...not letting me back in for while."<</Dialogue>> You try to press the issue, but the cat just pats his gut. Oh. Right. <<Dialogue Leon>>"Yeah, they're a little less understanding about losing store materials, lets just say..."<</Dialogue>> \<<case 3>>\ You ask Leon if he knows anyone interesting around town, since he seems like the type to know. He nods, sitting back to think for a little bit. <<Dialogue Leon>>"I mean, you know Phirae, right? Black cat, tends to lie in the sun, very forthright? Yeah he's cool. And kinkier than you think..."<</Dialogue>> \<<case 4>>\ You ask Leon if he knows anyone interesting around town, since he seems like the type to know. He nods, sitting back to think for a little bit. <<Dialogue Leon>>"There's a cute dog that sometimes goes running in the park. I catch him whenever I'm in the area. It's like he's always either out there or at a gym or something, he's always being active. But he's cute, and likes to play catch. It's really nice having a big guy like that running around for ya, ya know?"<</Dialogue>> His gushing continues for a few more minutes. Leon must really like the guy. \<<case 5>>\ <<Dialogue Leon>>"Well, lets just say rumours about a certain mouse certainly didn't start until after she met me..."<</Dialogue>> He smirks, but he still seems smitten, staring past you to think about the mouse. <<Dialogue Leon>>"She is really cute though. And her squeak is adorable, especially when she's feeding me things...I don't know where she gets it all from though."<</Dialogue>> <</switch>>

<<if $LeonShots is not true>>\ You slip over to the other side of the seats, sitting next to Leon and leaning on his shoulder, before you reach over to his gut. He lifts up his shirt, to show off his slightly-rounded belly, though it's broken with odd shapes pushing out against you. You press in on one, forcing it back against everything else in Leon's stomach, with a loud clink of glass. Leon huffs, purring as he settles against you in turn, guiding you to push in on sensitive spots. He's grinning and squirming by the end of it, though his stomach does look a little flatter, too. It's still noisily gurgling, but it looks like it's settling. You don't stop rubbing the cat's stomach until much later though, when he finally shoos your hand of him. <<Dialogue Leon>>"Ahhn, thanks."<</Dialogue>> He grins. <<else>>\ The yellow cat's belly strains against his shirt, but that's quickly unbuttoned to make space for Leon's heavier gut. It sloshes as it moves, which would almost muffle the ringing of glass against glass, against more glass, but there's simply too much to hide it. Though from Leon's satisfied purring, he doesn't seem like he cares. You can imagine why, as you fondle the strange bulges beneath his fur. They shift in your grip, constantly fighting against eachother for space, much moreso when the cat's stomach starts to churn, rolling everything about. You can really see how Leon's guts are working away, trying to figure out what that food is. For someone so into swallowing random objects, you'd think his guts would be used to it. Maybe it just feels that good being overstuffed. His purring certainly agrees. <</if>> ---- [[>Back->Leon Pub Booth]]

<<if $LeonShots is not true>>\ <<set $LeonShots to true>>\ Leon nods in agreement, as you both decide on your first choice. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Sometimes she likes to serve me chilli vodka, when she’s in a bad mood…”<</Dialogue>> the yellow cat muses, before settling on a bright blue glass and giving it a sniff. <<Dialogue Leon>>“These smell far too sweet to be it though!”<</Dialogue>> he takes two glasses from either end of the board and offers them up, handing you a light pink one and lightly tapping it against his bright blue shot. You both chorus out with cheers, throwing back your drinks simultaneously. It tastes rather fruity - of peaches, you figure from the sweet aftertaste - and is remarkably smooth despite the strong alcohol. You can feel it warming up your belly, filling you with a fuzzy warmth. Leon seems to have enjoyed his too, licking his lips to catch an errant drop. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Next one? I’ll let you choose.”<</Dialogue>> He slides the board over to you. Four left: Red, Yellow, White, and Black. After some deliberation, you take both the red and yellow, keeping the yellow one for yourself. It’s an interesting colour, that doesn’t really give any hints to what it could be. It’s rather sickly though, completely hiding any scent of booze. You toast again, to new friendships, before gulping down more alcohol before your liver can chime in with its thoughts. Woah that was a lot of sugar. You’re not sure if it had more alcohol or more sugar, but you’re pretty sure it was the latter. Once it’s gone, you get hints of salt to balance out the intense sweetness, cleansing you and leaving you wanting more. Through its taste and the familiar warmth inside your stomach it conjures up memories of childlike innocence and funfairs, of carousels and candy, and of carefree Summers lost to youth and cavities. Salted caramel is such a refined taste. Leon grabs your attention with a tap to your shoulder, giggling quietly. You’re confused more than anything, since he’s still holding his empty glass. Between his lips. By the time you realise what he’s thinking, it’s too late. He swallows, and the next time you see the shot glass is as a slight bulge in the cat’s neck, dropping down and disappearing into his chest. You hear it land a moment later, clinking on top of everything already inside him, just as he grins widely. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Just wanted something of a different aftertaste,”<</Dialogue>> he winks, before offering up the last two drinks. You glance over to the bar as you take your last shot, some part of your sober mind feeling guilty for that lost shot glass. At least the finch doesn’t seem to have noticed, and is too busy chatting to the cat taur on the other end of the bar. You turn back around and glance over at Leon. You’d like to say you’re surprised by what you see, but you’re really not. The cat’s got the full cup balanced on his tongue, his mouth wide before it’s tipped back and gulped down. Cup and vodka tumble down together, simply dropping into the yellow cat’s relaxed throat. <<linkreplace "Gulp." transition>>Gulp. And then they’re gone too. Your own shot is almost an afterthought, until Leon apologises, picking up his empty glass and clinking it against yours. “We forgot to cheers!” he exclaims, before gulping down the empty drink. By tossing the glass into his maw too. All three of his shots and shot glasses settle in his gut, stewing in the mix of booze and flavourings. You’ve just got two shots worth, but if the bird bartender finds out, you’re definitely going to need this third one. The white shot is rather chocolatey, a classic taste to finish of your palate. Knowing the cat, he’d rather have a plate instead. And in fact, that’s exactly what Leon’s thinking, judging by the fact that he’s picked up the wooden serving board, placing his lips the thin end. Perhaps it’s the alcohol impairing your better judgement, but you don’t stop him. Instead, you put your three glasses back onto it, lining them up and letting them slide down to clatter in the cat’s maw. Three short gulps, and the bulges rocket down Leon’s gullet, hiding any evidence that you two have had anything to drink at all. <<linkreplace "Well, almost everything." transition>>Well, almost everything. You take the other end of the serving board and nudge it in with your finger, letting Leon’s throat simply relax and hold it, with you feeding it in. His warm breath huffs over you, smelling sweet and boozy from his drinks. You can see right down his throat from your position, stretched ever so slightly to accommodate the wood. His flesh undulates slowly, each swallow guiding it deeper and deeper, until it stops, just at the top of his stomach. It’s only then that you realise your hand is resting on Leon’s tongue, now wet as he drools over you. His lips close against your wrist, then he swallows. His throat tugs on the tips of your fingers, as the board slips out of your grasp and squelches deeper, clinking rather audibly to force glasses out of the way. One eye screws up slightly in effort when everything shifts about in there, settling only once his stomach gurgles and churns. Only then does he let go of your hand, which you gently tug free of it’s saliva-coated place. As he basks in the afterglow, it takes a while before Leon grins mischievously and realises what he’s done. He glances over to check on the finch bartender, quickly ducking back in with a sheepish grin. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Oh yeah. She totally knows.”<</Dialogue>> <<Dialogue Leon>>“Well, she knew the risks when she served us.”<</Dialogue>> He shrugs, before leaning out again. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Though if we sneak out now then we can avoid her shouting, and have some more fun back at my place…”<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Continue->Leon Pub Booth]] \<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> \<<else>>\ Leon sits back and pats his full stomach, groping it with both paws and hefting it up, before dropping it with a bunch of noises of muffled glass and flesh and fluid. <<Dialogue Leon>>"I'm not too sure she'll be willing to serve anything to me again any time soon..."<</Dialogue>> ---- [[>Back->Leon Pub Booth]] \<</if>>

You bid farewell to the stuffed feline, excusing yourself before the finch comes close enough to catch you both together. You don't really want to be around for her anger then. Besides, the cat said he'd cover the bill, right? ---- [[>Continue->Pub]] \<<unset $LeonShots>>

<<set $HeaderText to "Location: Leon's Apartment">>\ <<if $LeonShots is not true>>\ You leave the bar, stumbling together across town, heading over to Leon’s Apartment. It’s in the same residential area you’re used to, but the building looks a little different. Fancier, even. The cat fumbles for a moment as he guides you up to his place, leading you to his bed and suddenly tugging you down onto him. He snuggles up with you for a bit, purring and pulling your head against his middle. Then lower, right between his legs, pressing your nose up to the front of his pants. A moment later, and they're tugged down so you're grinding to the front of his boxers, and forced to drink in the scent of his musk. It's thick and powerful, enough to leave you wanting for more. You press in, eliciting more purrs and huffs above, all too eager to oblige as he humps into your face. Though before you reach up for the waistband of his boxers he nudges you off, leaving you to rest in the nest of pillows at the head of his bed when he gets up. He winks, telling you he'll be right back, and disappears around the corner, flicking off the light in favour of some ambient floor lamps. Setting the mood, of course. <<else>> You leave the bar, stumbling together across town, heading over to Leon’s Apartment. It’s in the same residential area you’re used to, but the building looks a little different. Fancier, even. Somehow you both manage to get into Leon’s place, resting on each other for support until you both collapse on the feline’s wide double bed. Oh god it’s SO SOFT. Beds have no right to be this comfortable, even if it's kinda fuzzy and lumpy and moving and - Oh. You're resting your face on Leon's stomach again. He certainly doesn't seem to mind though, busy purring, and cuddling over your head to grind it into his middle. Even with all the stuff rattling about in there, Leon's stomach is a heaven of sloshy warmth. Maybe that's the alcohol, still. Eventually though he nudges you off, until you're actually lying in the nest of pillows at the head of his bed. He winks, telling you he'll be right back, and disappears around the corner, flicking off the light in favour of some ambient floor lamps. Setting the mood, of course. <</if>> <<linkreplace "Wait for Leon to get back" transition>> You spend the next few seconds trying to look as sexy as possible, posing and exposing yourself, glad the room's rather warm as you wait. you're not left alone for long, until the now-naked feline slips back, smirking devilishly. Your eye is drawn to two different places fighting for your attention. For one, woah the cat's got a fat sheath. It's stripy, thick, and peeking out with the tip of a cock that you know is gonna swell up to be a thick tower of musk. The other thing is that Leon's holding up a bag of marbles. Oh, the kinky places you'll be putting those... Leon sidles back up along with you on the bed, tugging your hand to his, to guide it right down to his crotch. You cup his sheath before you even realise you're doing it. It's warm... You can feel it twitch and pulse, growing until you've got the feline's member grinding against your palm. The cat huffs, laying back and purring, before simply offering over the bag of marbles. You take one - a small, smooth one with that strange pattern so characteristic of the ball. Pressing it to the tip of Leon's cock, you can almost see down his urethra, at the deep pink tunnel inside. But all too soon, the marble slides in, stretching the cat's opening and disappearing down as a lump along the underside of his shaft. The tip of your finger follows it down, plunging into the tight hole. Leon moans, purring so much more, until you feel a distinct wet splurt rushing up, of a fresh spurt of precum, lubing your hand is it drools out around the insertion. <<linkreplace "Stuff more in" transition>> You waste no time in grabbing another few balls, rolling them in your hands to keep them warm before nudging them in one by one down the ravenous feline's cock. It twitches with lust with each new one you slide in, feeding the trail of marbles deeper down his cock. You tease him with your other hand, wrapping it around his member and stroking over it, forcing those balls up and down along his length. Some even pop out, raining back down on his belly like a cum shot. They're coated in precum, and so much slimier and muskier. Which makes them even easier to slide right back in. When the bulges disappear entirely you’re confused when they don’t fill out Leon’s sac, even when you massage and squeeze his balls to check. He purrs in pleasure, but guides your hands up, to just above his crotch, to let you feel them elsewhere. He winks, sinking your hand in and moaning out. They’ve gone up a different route, into a much wetter, sloshier place. You can just hear them clacking against each other, dulled by the fluid they’re sitting in. <<Dialogue Leon>>“There’s just much more space in there, rather than my balls. And besides, now they’re marked as mine…"<</Dialogue>> He pauses, and there’s that hungry, lust look again. <<Dialogue Leon>>“I suppose someone as cute as you deserve the same treatment, too…”<</Dialogue>> <span id="LeonBladderVore"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Dive into Leon's bladder">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#LeonBladderVore" transition>> You waste no time before you’ve got yourself between the feline’s legs, kneeling and almost looking like you’re about to dive into a swimming pool - which admittedly, isn’t too far from the truth. The cat hefts his member in one paw, shooting you a voracious look. You’ve fed him plenty of objects, but he’s still going to devour you amongst all those objects. You gulp, avoiding his devious smirk to focus back on the slightly-gaping urethra staring back at you. You fingers slide in easily for how much they stretch the cat, your wrist delving into the slimy, musky grip. As much as you expect it to start pushing you out, it almost feels like Leon’s cock is trying to swallow your arm down. You lose sight of your fingers as they disappear into the cat’s hips, pulled along the tight tube in a strange curve. The flesh keeps working up over your forearm, then your elbow, just as you find your fingers squeezed under another pressure. <<linkreplace "Rub around" transition>> <<Dialogue Leon>>“Mrrrrnnn...That’s my prostate there.”<</Dialogue>> The cat explains, between soft mewls. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Go on, right past and up into my bladder you go.”<</Dialogue>> He purrs, tugging on your arm with a flex of his dick. His arousal twitches, oozing a slick coating of precum all along your arm until it squelches out around it. But before you can tease him any further, you’re pulled deeper, breaching a tight sphincter and pulled in up to your shoulder in the cat’s cock with one massive squelch. You can see the bulge your arm makes, pushing against the underside of Leon’s stomach from within his bladder. He looks like he’s about to climax any second now, even while you block up his cock. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Nrrrf, get in me.”<</Dialogue>> His hands grab onto the back of your head and stuff you into his shaft, barely giving you any time to catch your breath before its tainted by the inner walls of his cock. The stench of cum and urine is so strong, as the musky aromas rub against your nose, smear across your face, and fill your lungs. You’re going to stink of the cat if you ever manage to get out. But it’s a warm scent, and despite it all, strangely compelling. As the bend tugs you up, towards the faint thrum of the cat’s fast-beating heart, you can feel the lower section of his stomach sloshing, sinking over the other sac you’re going to be stuffed in. Your arms are already stretching the cat’s bladder. It’s going to be much more when he manages to pack the rest of you inside. Despite how much of you already stretches out his insides, there's no sign of him slowing down any time soon. Your hips slip inside his with a muffled schlrrrrrk, grinding your crotch into his with a few squeezes on the way down. You're forced to squirm to stay comfortable, just as your head breaches into the feline’s bladder. ---- [[>Continue->Leon Bladder]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Just cuddle instead">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#LeonBladderVore" transition>> You’re kinky, but you’re not THAT kinky. You shake your head and pat the cat’s bladder bulge a little, but you’re not going to get any more familiar with it than you’ll have to. Leon seems understanding enough, even if he deviously pulls you close and hugs you to that very bulge. Your head sinks into the soft fur, pressing in to listen to the muted sloshes from inside. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Fine, you can just squeeze my bulge all night then.”<</Dialogue>> He purrs, wrapping his legs around your back. You’re not escaping anytime soon. At least it’s warm, and soft. There are worse endings for a night... ---- [[>Continue->Leon Bedroom Cuddle]] \<</replace>><</link>> \</span> \<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>

Leon's ears perk up at your suggestion, long before he grins and leans in. <<Dialogue Leon>>"I like the way you think. We can head back to my place, where they won't kick us out for what I've got planned for us to do together...Careful though, some of 'em are weird..."<</Dialogue>> He licks his lips, though you're not sure if the look he's giving you is one of lust or hunger. Given the tent in his pants, it could be both. Or worse. <span id="LeonPubCV"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Head to Leon's place">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#LeonPubCV" transition>> <<if $LeonShots is not true>> You nod and slip out of the pub with Leon. You can't help but notice he timed your leaving so the finch wouldn't notice you both heading away. <<else>> Leon nods and gets up with a soft clink of glass settling in his stomach. In your inebriated state you find it hilarious, like his whole belly is an oversized bell. Albeit one that's probably going to get you into trouble if it doesn't quieten down. Despite it, you both manage to slip outside without Amaranthe noticing - or at least, she doesn't bother to confront you when you leave. <</if>> ---- [[>Continue->Leon Pub CV]] \<<unset $LeonShots>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "On second thoughts, maybe not">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#LeonPubCV" transition>> You regretfully decline. <<Dialogue Leon>>"Ah, next time, then? You know where to find me"<</Dialogue>> Leon offers. ---- [[>Back->Pub]] \<<unset $LeonShots>> \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>

<<set $HeaderText to "Location: Leon's Apartment">>\ <<set $hours to 8>><<set $minutes to 30>>\ You wake up in a similar position to how you both fell asleep. You're still using the cat's belly as a pillow, while he snores softly above. His gut is a little more rounded, and softer than when he invited you over, which just makes it so much harder to get up off the feline. The gentle prod of something against your cheek finally gets you to move, greeted by the cat’s morning glory. You give it a few strokes, rousing Leon until he wakes up enough to stop his constant purring. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Good morning to you too!”<</Dialogue>> He grins, but excuses himself away before he does anything too lewd with you. ‘Other things you probably wouldn’t want to deal with’ he blushes, excusing himself to the bathroom. When he reappears he’s rather prim and proper, and so much slimmer than the first time you saw him. Must’ve been a lot in there... <<Dialogue Leon>>“Thanks for stopping by, we had a fun night, didn’t we?”<</Dialogue>> He smiles, draping an arm around your shoulder, gathering your things, and helping you look proper as he guides you to the front of his place. <<Dialogue Leon>>“If you ever wanna hang out again, you know where to find me - wherever there’s plenty of things to stuff in belly, among other places.”<</Dialogue>> He gives you a toothy grin as he waves you off, leaving you standing in the street. You give yourself a gentle sniff. At least you don’t smell like you’re doing the walk of shame, and home isn’t too far. ---- <<link ">Continue" "Mitiene - NW">><</link>>

<<set $HeaderText to "Location: Leon's Bladder">>\ The smell is so much stronger, but not too far removed from being in any other place within the cat. Warm, wet, squelchy. The addition of a small bag of marbles along with you is at least less than the myriad of cups and glasses above you. Your squirms make them shift, the weight of them constantly shoving you back along with his bladder’s slight contractions. You have to keep pushing them about as you’re forced in deeper, made to curl up amidst the toys for space. There’s more marbles in there with you than you fed him, no doubt from the cat’s previous perverse playtimes. Some of them seem slightly gooey though. Almost...digested. Urinegested, even. You realise now there’s really only one way out of the feline’s bladder, but at least it’s not going to be such a tight squeeze on the way out after all. You can feel Leon’s shaft closing up behind your feet, squeezing your toes as the tightness of his insides keeps you constantly pushed deeper. The last of your body slipping down his length, struggling in futility against the slick walls. You almost make progress when you kick against his prostate, with how his bladder shivers, and the cat moans loudly. But your toes pop inside with the rest of you before your surroundings clamp down, twitching and pulsing in time with the sudden rush of fluid below. Pints upon pints upon gallons of cum rain down on you through the cat’s flesh, no doubt coating the yellow feline in his musk. <<linkreplace "Curl up in Leon's bladder" transition>> He purrs softly after everything calms down, even though the constant sloshing of his bladder never really slows. It’s like a yellow wave pool, soaking you in feline mark. He cradles your form gently, with soft nudges from his paw on the outside. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Hope you’re doing okay in there after you’ve been bladdered.”<</Dialogue>> He murmurs, voice sweet, if slightly teasing. <<Dialogue Leon>>“You can stew in me until I need to go, but you don’t mind spending the night, do you? It’s only a few hours until morning anyway.”<</Dialogue>> You could try to struggle, but you doubt you’re being let out in the same form you got in either way. You push against the slick flesh, bulging out his gut where you push. That just makes him purr more, and moan about how you’re going to make him hard again already. Moments later, you can feel him pawing off again. The indent of his cock humps against your wet prison until the cat climaxes and passes out, leaving you to listen to his soft snores along with the constant sloshing of the yellow tide around you. <<linkreplace "Let yourself slosh" transition>> Minutes pass as you’re left to stew in Leon’s bladder, bulging out his lower gut and pressed against with moaning delight. Not long later you feel a distinct pulsing below you, coupled with mewls and huffs from above. He’s enjoyed your squirms a lot. More time passes, minutes blending into hours, as you’re lulled to darkness, like sleeping in the bath. The edges of your consciousness start to seep, feeling so...liquidy. The marbles that were stuffed in with you are long gone, churned away into more of the fluid that’s been steadily rising over time. The walls do the same to you, churning and grinding, working away to turn you more of the golden fluid surrounding you. ---- [[>Continue?->Leon Bedroom CV]] \<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>

<<set $HeaderText to "Location: Leon's Apartment">>\ <<set $hours to 8>><<set $minutes to 30>>\ You wake up the next morning feeling incredibly well-rested. And rather warm. Something furry clings to your back, purring softly. Wait, how did you get out? Shuffling beneath the covers, your attempts to turn around wake up the yellow feline, especially when you nudge against the rounded dome of his middle. It makes a rather distinct sloshing sound, and wakes the cat up with a start. <<Dialogue Leon>>“O-oh hey, you’re up!”<</Dialogue>> He grins, sticking his tongue out at you. It turns into a lick at your nose, before the feline snuggles in closer, pressing the bulge against you. <<Dialogue Leon>>“I figured you’d want to be reformed before I let you out, in case you wanted to watch.”<</Dialogue>> It’s clear enough what the cat means when he stumbles towards his bathroom, leaving the door open for you to join him. <span id="SceneID"></span> \<span id="choices"><<link "Follow Leon into the bathroom">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#SceneID" transition>> You nod and get up to follow the feline into his bathroom, feeling rather hot until you realise how much you’re blushing. It’s no surprise. After all, most of what’s making the cat’s belly jiggle is you. He smirks deviously at you, giving you a wink as he fondles his rounded middle. It’s almost a perfect dome, so overfull that it’s stretching his striped markings whilst hanging low in his hips. He doesn’t spend too long teasing you though. All that weight is hard to hold back. He sighs in bliss when he starts to relieve himself, letting loose a wide stream of gold that spatters against the ceramic. The clear water within the toilet becomes a very different hue, tainted by what’s left after you were churned by his bladder. On and on the stream empties into the toilet, like a waterfall in the dawn. A waterfall with a rather distinct scent. You can see his belly slimming, as all the fluid inside jets out of his cock, on and on ‘til it seems like it’ll never end. But eventually the stream slows, turning into a dribble and a few drops, and a yellow cat proud of his yellow handiwork. He seems rather frisky though, purring in the aftermath of such relief. He shoos you out before he gets any other ideas, closing the door for only a few seconds before he’s reappeared, dressed and sharp as ever. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Thanks for stopping by, we had a fun night, didn’t we?”<</Dialogue>> He smiles, draping an arm around your shoulder, gathering your things, and helping you look proper as he guides you to the front of his place. <<Dialogue Leon>>“If you ever wanna hang out again, you know where to find me - wherever there’s plenty of things to stuff in belly, among other places.”<</Dialogue>> He gives you a toothy grin as he waves you off, leaving you standing in the street. You give yourself a gentle sniff. At least you don’t smell like you’re doing the walk of shame, and home isn’t too far. ---- <<link ">Continue" "Mitiene - NW">><</link>> \<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't watch">> <<replace "#choices" transition>><</replace>> <<replace "#SceneID" transition>> After blushing somewhat, you politely decline and settle back into the feline’s bed, trying to tune out the sudden noises from the bathroom just outside your field of vision. He didn’t close it all the way… Jeez, it’s like a waterfall. When the cat reappears again he’s dressed and sharp as ever, and so much slimmer than when you last saw him. There must’ve been so much stuff sloshing inside him, no wonder he sounded so relieved when he finally...relieved himself. <<Dialogue Leon>>“Thanks for stopping by, we had a fun night, didn’t we?”<</Dialogue>> He smiles, draping an arm around your shoulder, gathering your things, and helping you look proper as he guides you to the front of his place. <<Dialogue Leon>>“If you ever wanna hang out again, you know where to find me - wherever there’s plenty of things to stuff in belly, among other places.”<</Dialogue>> He gives you a toothy grin as he waves you off, leaving you standing in the street. You give yourself a gentle sniff. At least you don’t smell like you’re doing the walk of shame, and home isn’t too far. ---- <<link ">Continue" "Mitiene - NW">><</link>> \<</replace>><</link>> \</span>